Besides, Cao Li cut open the camp tent and escaped, and saw that the two of them worked together to besiege the pig demon, and felt relieved. Seeing the snake demon scattering and fleeing, he thought in his heart: Xing and Jiang already have a goal, and they can't fall behind, they must make contributions. So he took two cronies and chased the direction of the snake demon's escape and ran away.

Mamba didn't expect this group of humans to be so fierce and well-trained, and they quickly stabilized the situation and began to fight back. Seeing that half of the plan fell through, he had to flee in panic. I didn't want to escape halfway, and I sensed that there were three heat sources chasing after me. The Mamba kept pouring the letter in his mouth, his eyes swirling, and he had another plan in his heart.

Cao Li's group chased for a while in the dark forest, and at first they could still find traces of the snake demon wriggling in the grass, but the later they went, the fewer traces they could find, and after they reached a clearing, they could no longer find any direction.

His confidant Zhang Hua said: "Deputy Captain Cao, what should I do now, I can't find the place where the snake demon goes, and now I have lost my way back." ”

Cao Li leaned down and said softly: "Don't panic, if you want to walk back in a daze now, I'm afraid you will go further and further, you two, look around here, don't get too far away." ”

Zhang Hua and Wang Sheng nodded and said no more. The three of them only searched in the haystack by the hazy moonlight. Zhang Huasheng was timid by nature, and at this time he was leaning against a tree, conscientiously turning over the haystacks next to the tree. He foamed at the mouth fiercely, dissatisfied in his heart, and said with self-pity: "I just saw the pig demon that is more than a foot high, and I have been scared of my heart, and now I want to chase the snake demon, I don't know what the deputy captain Cao thinks, if you can't catch it, it's okay, if you catch it, you will lose your life." Zhang Hua shuddered when he thought of the snake demon who was as tall as a human. Although he was even more reluctant in his heart now, because of Cao Li's majesty, he could only bite the bullet and pretend to be serious about looking for it. The pile of haystacks under the tree, he had turned back and forth several times.

The evening breeze was gentle, and after a while, Zhang Hua began to relax his vigilance, he leaned on the poplar tree, sleepiness slowly came, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and after supporting him for a while, he finally closed his eyes and began to nap. Light sleep does not relieve physical fatigue, but a sweet dream can at least delight the spirit.

At this time, Zhang Hua took off his military uniform and changed into a white Confucian robe, and the white-clothed folding fan appeared in the Fengyue Field in a chic and extraordinary manner. Bursts of dark incense gradually faded with the graceful dancing, and then looked at the figure of the dancing girl, who was fat and thin, and had a delicate figure. Listening to a few women shaking their clothes, their eyes were like cutting water, they smiled smartly, and said softly, "Childe, can you let the slave family serve you?", Zhang Hua had already been hooked to his soul, smiled obscenely, and hugged the woman into his arms, but felt that the woman's hands were like soft wattles, and her skin was like clotted fat (1), and it was cool and smooth, which was really comfortable. Looking at the dancer's eyebrows and flirtatious, her hands were wandering and teasing on Zhang Hua's face, and her neck was strangely stretched around Zhang Hua's back, and a chill came from his back. And the woman's neck strangely wrapped back in front of Zhang Hua's eyes, Zhang Hua intuitively felt numb all over his body, his body gradually tightened, and he wanted to break free at the moment, but the woman was still tightly wound and did not loosen. Zhang Hua was no longer excited, only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and suddenly woke up. The red-dusted woman who accompanied her in the dream also disappeared, but a giant snake as thick as an arm tightly wrapped around her. At this time, a huge snake head spit letters, and two eyes the size of lanterns stared at Zhang Hua coldly, and Zhang Hua was directly frightened and fainted after screaming.

Cao Li heard Zhang Hua's scream not far away, and felt a little bad in his heart, so he quickly escaped into the darkness, and the cold light of the dagger also converged, and he paced softly in the direction of Zhang Hua.

Cao Li didn't take a few steps, he heard a dense "hissing" friction sound from the tree, knowing that he had been ambushed by the snake demon, and no longer restrained his breath, he showed his dagger and decided to fight to the death. I can only hope that I can hold out until reinforcements arrive.

With Mamba's order: "Rush", the snake demons swooped directly towards Cao Li from the tree. Cao Li's hand was a swift blade ghost dance, and between the lightning and flint, he secretly threw out several darts in his hand, and roared towards the snake demon group. Whether it is strength or precision, Cao Li has already practiced perfectly, and when he saw that the dagger was firmly inserted into the heart of the seven-inch snake, several snake demons fell to the ground in response. Before Cao Li could breathe, another arrow came in. Cao Li hurriedly made a move to retreat, his body was as fast as a meteor, and he retreated again and again. Even so, there was still an arrow that cut through Cao Li's left shoulder, leaving a bloody mark. After Cao Li landed, he pulled out the dagger 'ghost bone', the killing intent was strong, the ghost bone seemed to have a sense, and it was cold in the dark, like a remnant soul crying sadly, breathtaking.

Cao Li used a trick of 'ghost probing', and saw that his figure was floating and uncertain, and he took several steps out of thin air, and his body flew quickly and fluttered like a god (2). The snake demon only relied on a few phantoms, shooting arrows in vain, how could he hurt Cao Li in the slightest, and it was useless.

Cao Li was close to the snake demon group, the ghost bone in his hand, drawing a strange arc, stabbing into the snake demon three inches, and then lightly picking it when he clicked the knife, in the most vulnerable place of the snake demon, carved out a bright red and beautiful wound, the snake demon's green tendons burst out, and his eyes looked fearfully at the cold light of the dagger penetrating into his body, and then slowly pulled out with the crimson dotted with blood. The dagger seemed to be enjoying a gluttonous feast, and it always took a little more time to experience the thrill of full fear, and the basilisk fell lightly, with an unbelievable but unchangeable death.

Cao Li continued to use ghost probing steps, slaughtering one snake demon after another, killing up, and the tip of his tongue couldn't help but lick the blood that slowly slipped from the dagger. The coldness of the dagger mixed with the sweetness of the warmth intertwine a novel and complex aftertaste that constantly stimulates the impulse in the adrenal glands that can no longer be suppressed.

The more Cao Li killed, the more excited he became, and he forgot about life and death, but the paralysis in his left shoulder gradually spread throughout his body as his blood surged. Cao Xianzhong understood that this arrow was coated with poison, and if he fought more fiercely, the poison would become more violent, and the infection would be accelerated, but if he wanted to disarm and surrender, he would die thousands of times, and he was unwilling.

Death, what is the fear? How to be afraid? How to deal with death, whether it is tears or pain. Is it the desired success, or is it a hasty and sloppy end. Who can understand the unwillingness in my heart, who can desire more than me.

Cao was indignant, and turned all the parting words that were about to be said goodbye into monstrous killing intent, and rushed towards the most dense place of the snake demon group.

The Mamba hovered at the top of the tree, trembling and spitting out the snake hyacinth, he clearly felt the temperature of Cao Li's heat source rising continuously, and the warmth of his companion's corpse gradually dissipated. Horror in my heart: The demon beasts often say that the most cold-blooded and murderous creature is the snake demon, but they have not seen it, at this time, this human being who is turning over the river and the sea in the snake group, and is at ease between life and death.

Mamba didn't dare to do a stalemate again, firstly, because he was afraid that the Terrans would come to support, and secondly, because he didn't want to add more casualties, so he was crawling with a three-letter halberd against the ground and crawling towards Cao Li. Cao Li heard a violent friction sound behind him, knew that a strong enemy was coming, and wanted to turn around, but his body did not obey the call, Cao Li couldn't dodge, and the shoulder blade was poked out of a bloody hole by the Sanxin painting halberd, and the Mamba sneak attack succeeded, and even took advantage of the victory to wave the animated halberd to Cao Li's vital point, Cao Li did not retreat, the dagger in his hand, like a landscape painting everyone splashing ink, seemed to be comfortable, but it was a delicate pen, and the knife was moving. Mamba didn't want Cao Li to be able to hold on to this, and he also knew that Cao Li was really the end of the strong crossbow, and the Sanxin painting halberd in his hand continued to stab out intensively, like a group of snakes pounced, Cao Li held the dagger in both hands, supported by only a strong will, and then resisted this wave of attacks, and finally had no strength anymore, and fell heavily to the ground,

"The eyelids are so heavy, just close them like this, close your eyes and sleep, just sleep, there are no more ranks, no more cynicism and sarcasm. Cao Li's self-disintegration was the last obsession in his heart. As if relieved, Cao Li slowly closed his eyes with a smile on the corner of his mouth. But before closing his eyes, in the last trace of vision he retained, he saw a few clusters of torches flickering as he ran, and the torches were warm and bright, shining into the eyes of a desperate man, igniting the last thought in the eyes of the closed eyes: "Why, why can't you be sooner, faster." It also ignited his desire to survive again.