Outside Quang Nam City.

The bright moonlight paved down, covering the ancient trees in the dense forest with a thin veil.

In the forest, there are demon beasts that take advantage of the night, or go out to forage for food, to nourish flesh and blood, or stand on the branches, watching the moon and breathing, just like different from the daytime, showing a different kind of paradise.

Silence and killing go on at the same time, composing an eerie music.

Perhaps so, few warriors go out at night, most of them look for a good city during the day, and before night falls, they enter the tavern to have fun, so uncomfortable.

But at this moment, there are two figures like nightingales, wandering on the branches of the treetops.

From time to time, the demon beast had murderous intent and approached to block it, but soon after, it turned into a fresh corpse and fell alone in the forest, becoming a feast for the latecomers.

There are even some demon beasts that don't even close their eyes, and there is still a little blank expression in their pupils, as if they haven't even figured out how they died.

There are demon beasts smelling the smell of blood and foraging for food, and when they see a ready-made supper quietly placed under the moonlight, they can't bear it anymore and can't wait to prepare to feast.

But before he could open his mouth, his body stiffened and fell on the corpse of the demon beast.

After a while, two figures jumped down from the branches, bent down to check the corpses of the demon beasts that had died before, and from time to time they gathered together to exchange things and make records.

It didn't take a few breaths before and after, and he didn't take away the corpse of the demon beast, so he set off again.

The path they followed was the same as the direction of the earlier human figures.

The two obviously have special tracking methods, and the speed is not slow, and they will delay the counting time every time, but the corpses of the demon beasts they encounter are very fresh.

"Hey, it looks like this one has just been killed!"

The figure fell, turned over the corpse of the demon beast on the ground, and looked at the fresh wound on it, and couldn't help but look happy.

It's just that when he had a big smile on his face, and he was proud that his strength was getting stronger and faster, and his speed was getting faster and faster, but the companion beside him had a pale face.

The warrior looked into the distance, as if his gaze had been drawn and he couldn't take it off.

He moved to the side with difficulty, stretched out his trembling hand, and poked his companion who couldn't wait to observe the corpse: "Don't, don't look at it..."

"What are you doing?"

The warrior was very impatient, and he didn't even raise his head and responded: "I'm almost done, I still have to hurry, don't let those two guys run away, lest you can't pay the difference when you get it." ”

"What can be seen from a corpse?"

In front of the warrior, a figure squatted down curiously opposite him, watching him skillfully stretch out his hand, causing the Hundred Illusion Mist to wrap his fingers and slowly wipe the scars on the corpse of the demon beast.

A finger passes, and the finger hooks.

The mist on his fingertips changed, as if it had life, and began to regroup, gradually revealing the blow that the demon beast had suffered before it died.

Although it can't be completely restored, it still has some similarities.

"It's funny. ”

The figure looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes were shining, and he couldn't help but praise: "I didn't expect that Brother Dao's strength has reached this point, and he can trace the past." ”

"Hey, hey, hey, where, where..."

The warrior was triumphant, overjoyed, and couldn't close his mouth with a smile: "It's just that I got a little bit from the previous time and broke through by luck." ”

"Brother Dao can be valued by the family, so he must not be far from the ranks of Tianjiao, right?"

A smile appeared on the figure's face, and he spoke softly, softly and slowly, as if he had magical powers, giving it special powers, which made people unconsciously calm their minds.

"How so?"

The warrior's face changed, and he suddenly spoke righteously.

But then he looked shy, and scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "You also know, if it weren't for the special care of the Great Elder, I wouldn't have this opportunity." ”

"So we must get things done well and pass them on beautifully. ”

The white-faced warrior stood beside the two of them.

He looked at the two of them as if they had been friends for many years, and the extremely harmonious question and answer couldn't help but widen his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

He wanted to scream, but the water mass around his head prevented him from making a sound.

Even if he opened his mouth slightly, his mouth and nose could be poured into the seawater, suffocating him to death.

Listening to the conversation between the two getting deeper and deeper, and the topics they talked about became more and more obscure, he unconsciously showed despair on his face and was sad in his heart.

Once this information is exposed, even if they make it out alive, they will definitely not live for long.

He couldn't have imagined that a young man with a gentle and easy-going smile, a woman with a slim appearance and clear eyes, could be so terrifying and terrifying.

"Is this the enemy we're looking for?"

The warrior laughed miserably in his heart, and the only remaining hope gradually fell into darkness: "No wonder no one told us before we came, it turned out that we were sent to death..."

"This Yu Chuan is simply hateful!"

At this time, the warrior suddenly became angry, and even the things in his hands were put down, and he complained intently: "What qualifications does he have to enjoy resources? Is it because he is the son of the patriarch?"

"After using so many good things, the strength is still as low as ever, and it has lost the face of the family, so it is better to give it to me, and the dog is stronger than him. ”

"What is he proud of? Isn't he pretending to be a good old man all day long just to win people's hearts?

The warrior wiped the saliva from his mouth and wiped it on his body casually.

This set of actions is simply smooth and impeccable, obviously he doesn't do much on weekdays, and he doesn't care about it, and continues to roar loudly: "Feng Shui takes turns, and the emperor takes turns to sit." ”

"It won't be long before he Yuchuan is finished, not only him, but also his Laozi!"

"When the time comes, when the time comes..."

Speaking of this, the warrior suddenly twisted, his toes on the ground, like a girl full of worries, shy to see people in the moonlight, soft and timid chuckle: "Hey, hey..."

"Dead !!"

A dead word came out, and the index fingers of the warriors who were comparing with each other suddenly condensed, and they turned into two finger swords, which were wrapped in a cold sword and stabbed into the heart of the figure in front of them.

The speed was so fast, the killing intent was so strong, like a meteor that crossed under the moonlight, almost instantly stuck to the figure's clothes, pierced the strands of clothing, and went straight to the vital point below.

The warrior's face was excited, and he had even foreseen that blood would spurt out in the next moment.

Obviously, he is not an extraordinary person, at least not comparable to fellow martial artists.

He broke through the obstacle of the incoming people early on, and kept acting like a false and wrongful snake, waiting for the perfect moment to burst out with a killing blow and get out of danger.

But he had a dream after all.

"Bang!"

When the voice reached his ears, his expression stiffened.

The fingertips seemed to be on the stone, and the fingers that penetrated into it felt even rougher and colder.

The sudden change and the strange coldness that rose made him feel so sick that he couldn't care about much, and he didn't pay attention to his companions who came with him, so he wanted to retreat.

But his fingers seemed to be embedded in them, and he couldn't extricate himself.

His heart was ruthless, and a large cloud of Hundred Illusion Mist spit out from his mouth, which directly turned into a sharp blade, and slashed down heavily towards his finger, and suddenly the blood reflected the moon.

The gecko broke its tail to survive, and its heart can be seen.

But before he could take a few steps back, he felt his shoulders sink suddenly, as if he had pressed down a mountain, and the whole person was powerless to resist and fell from a high place.

"Who are you?"

The warrior fell into the pit, feeling the weight on his back, he couldn't help but feel frightened, and roared loudly and threateningly: "Do you know who I am? I am a member of the Yu family in the Nanyan Continent. ”

"If you dare to kill me, you are an enemy of the Yu family, and if you are invincible with the Yu family, you are looking for death, so don't let me go quickly!"

"Heh..."

Jun Yi sneered, squatted on his back funny, stretched out his hand and slapped his face, and joked: "You follow my tracks, and even think about killing me, but you don't know who I am?"

"Don't you think your question is a little too ridiculous?"

"You..."

When the warrior heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly.

He wanted to say something more, but Jun Yi was tired of the arrogance of the Yu family's warriors, so he raised his hand and turned his knife into a knife, slashing at his head, leaving him with a corpse.

Subsequently, before he could leave his body, he was pierced by Jun Yi's finger and buried in the illusion.

"Wow..."

Looking at Jun Yi's clean and neat killing, ignoring the means of life, Lan Jinxuan couldn't help but tremble her eyes, a look of fear flashed in her pupils, and even the water mass that fell on the warrior's head became unstable.

The warrior took a fancy to the opportunity, his pupils shone brightly, and he suddenly made a move.

The strong power in his body surged, and he broke free of the water mass in an instant, he knew that he was invincible to Jun Yi, and he did not flee far away, and rushed straight to Lan Jinxuan on his side.

The big hand turned into eagle claws, rolled up a burst of killing machines, and grabbed Lan Jinxuan's neck gloomily.

I want to borrow it as a hostage, and then try to escape.

It's just that his speed is fast, and Jun Yi's speed is faster than him.

Almost as soon as he took a step, a stream of blood burst out from behind Jun Yi, and the fierce face of the angry blood tyrant came directly to him.

The smile in his eyes was violent and wild, like the smile of death, which chilled him to the bone marrow.

"How do you want to die?"

The Angry Blood Tyrant said coldly, and with his big hand, he smashed the warrior's arm with a heavy blow, and then crossed over and pinched his neck.

At the same time, the other hand of the Angry Blood Tyrant clenched into a fist violently, and directly hit his dantian fiercely, burying his lifelong cultivation.

The crown bead curtain is crisp, and the wide feathers follow the wind.

The Angry Blood Tyrant picked him up as if he were carrying a chicken.

Lan Jinxuan came back to her senses at this time, but her face was not flustered, but she looked at the martial artist with a complicated expression, and even had some sympathy in her heart, as if it was him, which reminded her of her former self.

It's just the same humility, the same helplessness.

Jun Yi stepped forward, gently grabbed her cold little hand, walked in front of the warrior with her, and said softly, "Look at his eyes." ”

Lan Jinxuan subconsciously looked at the martial artist and couldn't help but tremble.

This time, what touched Lan Jinxuan's heart was not sympathy, not helplessness, but horror from the heart.