"How can there be a sound of metal colliding here? If there is a woodcutter cutting wood here, then it must be the sound of metal hitting trees? How can it be the sound of metal colliding with each other?"

"Could it be that someone is fighting?" thought of this, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, at this time, if she does not move, it will be dark. She'll have to find a way to get out of here.

Drawing Spirits Thinks:

"If there is a real fight, what will they do when they rush to kill me? I don't even know which way to hide, isn't it dangerous? I just know where to hide, I'm afraid it won't be too late to hide. It's better to see how it goes. And they can't fight all the time, right? When they're done in a while, they'll leave. When the time comes, you may be able to walk out of the flower forest by quietly following them!"

Thinking of this, the painting spirit decided to quietly take a look at what was going on over there, what was the sound, and at the same time making this decision, the painting spirit also warned himself to just look from a distance, and never approach, so that there would be no danger. In addition, the painting spirit also reminded herself that if she noticed the slightest danger, she would immediately turn around and run.

After making up his mind, the painting spirit slowly approached little by little in the direction where the sound came. At this time, the painting spirit didn't even dare to breathe, she was extremely nervous and scared.

As the painting spirit slowly approached, the painting spirit heard the voices getting closer and closer to her, and she could hear more clearly that there was indeed someone fighting and shouting to kill.

At this time, the painting spirit was already able to clearly judge that the sound of those metal collisions was indeed not the sound of a woodcutter chopping wood, but the sound of a collision similar to that of an ancient weapon during a fight.

"The sound of metal colliding seems to be the sound of ancient weapons colliding? It's strange, how can there be ancient weapons here?"

When she saw the figure, she became excited, ah, there was finally someone! These people who fought with ancient weapons must be bad people, right? Alas, they finally met people, and they are still bad people. What bad luck!

The painting spirit sighed softly.

Although I had already seen the figure, it was too far away to see clearly. The painting spirit walked cautiously forward again. The painting spirit suddenly realized that this was the edge of the flower forest! Those people were fighting on the edge of the flower forest.

It turned out that she had been walking around and running around on the edge of the flower forest just now, and the painting spirit had always been running horizontally in the east-west direction in the flower forest, and if she had tried it in the north-south direction vertically, she would have walked out of the flower forest a long time ago.

The painting spirit shook his head, annoyed that he seemed to have been walking horizontally in the flower forest all along, and had not tried to walk vertically.

"Oh, that's infuriating. It turns out that you can walk out of the flower forest so closely. The painting spirit pursed his lips and grumbled softly. After complaining, she was so frightened that she quickly covered her mouth, afraid that she would be heard by the people fighting in front of her.

The painting spirit looked carefully at the people fighting in front of him. She was already relatively close to them at this time, and after a few more flower trees, the painting spirit would be able to come out of the flower forest, but those who were fighting were fighting on the edge of the flower forest, and the painting spirit did not dare to walk over.

If the painting spirit walked out of the flower forest, they would definitely find her. Therefore, the painting spirit did not dare to act rashly. Who are these people? Why are they fighting? Why are they fighting with ancient weapons?

After hiding in a relatively large tree, the painting spirit began to observe the situation of those who were fighting.

Seeing the souls of those people was full of doubts in my heart.

Ahh

At this time, the painting spirit was surprised to determine that the sound of metal rubbing and colliding she heard just now was the sound of the metal armor they were wearing and the sound of the metal weapons in their hands colliding.

The painting spirit thought to himself: what the hell is going on?

Oh, the painting spirit thought about it, they must be making a movie!

"Oh, really, there was a movie in this flower forest, it scared me to death. Hua Ling breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile.

Hua Ling thought that he would wait for them to finish filming before going out, and then let them take her out with him. Hualing doesn't dare to go out now, if she goes out now, it will affect their normal shooting, they will be angry, and it will be over if they don't take her out.

Hua Ling thought, she still stayed here honestly, and waited for them to finish filming before going out.

It's the first time I've seen a movie on the spot? She thought it was fun. So, she looked at it with appreciation.

However, after looking at it for a while, the painting spirit was a little scared again.

Something was wrong. She muttered to herself: They're making a movie, right? How can it be so real?

She looked around them, but she found that there wasn't even a single camera or microphone, or any other staff in modern clothing, not even any lights, modern appliances, electronics, or anything.

If you were shooting a movie, how could you not even have any equipment related to filming? Moreover, these people are really playing hard. It can't be a real fight, right?

Thinking of this, the painting spirit took a closer look at the situation. This ancient struggle to the death seems to be real, not a movie! Could it be that these people are ancient people? It seems that these people are really desperate! This is terrible! What the hell is going on?

The frightened painter couldn't figure out what was going on here, so she could only continue to observe the situation in front of her.

The painting spirit found that they seemed to be fighting a group of people alone. It's too fierce, that man is too powerful, so many people are besieging him, and none of them have beaten this one.

The long-handled broadsword in the man's hand, which looked very heavy and large, seemed to be unusually sharp. The painting spirit saw that where the big knife was swung, there were dead and wounded.

This man moved extremely fast, such a heavy and long big knife, he lifted the weight weakly, and the knife flew in his hand. And it is obvious that this person is particular about knife skills, and one move and one style are not only extremely fast, but also extremely graceful, which is very attractive.

"This action is really amazing! This guy even wields a big knife and fights so beautifully! I really hope he's not a bad guy! So many people are besieging him alone, why? And it's all fighting like a desperate fight! Why?"

The painting spirit muttered very suspiciously in her heart, she looked at the person who wielded the big sword extremely skillfully and beautifully, she really hoped that this person was not a bad person.

"This kind of scene, such a scuffle, how can you tell the difference between good and bad people? They are all people who are fighting, how can they know whether they are good or bad? How dangerous is it here? I don't know how scared and appreciate the moves of other people's fighting? It's too dangerous!" Hua Ling suddenly remembered how dangerous his situation was.

"But what to do? Don't let them discover you. I'm defenseless, what can I fight? Even the sharp knife in the man's hand is useless, I can't hold it, I can't swing it, and I can't make any moves. The painting spirit muttered again.

Hua Ling really admired this person who wielded such a big knife quickly and beautifully. This person is righteous and awe-inspiring in every move, and even the sword wind seems to be righteous, not like a bad person!

And this person is really a fierce general, with rare superb martial arts. Hua Ling couldn't help but worry about this person in his heart, after all, the sword has no eyes, so many people, so many weapons against him, it really hurt him, but what should I do?

Seeing so many people besieging him, he didn't see a single person in that group of people with the same skills and martial arts as him. No one else can use weapons so skillfully as he does.

Look at that move, it's so beautiful! It's not like it's fighting, it's like it's flying! It's beautiful, it's beautiful!

The unusually bright broadsword looked like a bright ball of snow when he swung it the fastest.

When the knife was wielded, it carried the knife wind, and the knife wind blew up one after another, causing the petals in the flower forest to fly everywhere.

When the petals fluttered, the sight of the man wielding a large knife was as beautiful as a huge and shiny snow ball dancing in a rain of pale pink petals.

Although the painting spirit hugged the big tree beside her, she was fascinated, and she didn't know that she was scared at this time, and she wanted to draw this picture very much.

The painting spirit wanted to take a closer look at what these people looked like. Especially that person. However, they were all wearing armor and helmets, which made it impossible for the painting spirits to see their appearance clearly.

I saw that in those places where his big knife flew, everyone was killed and wounded, but not a drop of blood was touched on this big knife. Those who fell on the ground had shed a lot of blood, but how could there be no blood in this sword?

Looking at the dead and wounded and the blood flowing on the ground, and listening to the screams of the wounded, the painting spirit was so frightened that his soul was about to fly. She really hopes that these dead and injured people are bad people, this person is like this for self-protection, otherwise such a person who kills is simply too cruel and terrible!

Some of the blood of the dead and wounded who fell to the ground flowed into the forest, and the painting spirits smelled the blood in the air. She was so frightened that she began to tremble, and she cried, but she did not dare to cry. She covered her mouth with her hand and hid behind a tree, not daring to look any further.

Because she was so frightened, her body began to tremble, especially her legs, and she felt that she could not stand anymore, so she sat on the ground with her back against the tree.

After sitting down, the painting spirit dared to take a long breath. At this time, a gust of wind blew, and several beautiful pale pink petals fell on the painting spirit, and the faint fragrance of the petals calmed the painting spirit a lot. What kind of tree is this? What kind of flower is this? In addition to refreshing people, it also has the effect of calming the mind?

Thinking of this, the painting spirit looked down and saw a lot of petals falling around her body, so she reached out and grabbed several handfuls of falling petals and put them in her backpack.

After putting the petals away, the painting spirit remembered that she was still in danger! Thinking of this, she felt uncomfortable again, and she was about to cry aggrieved. She was worried that they would kill her, so she had to take a sneak peek at the situation ahead.

The painting spirit saw that the man was still desperately trying to break out of the encirclement. However, there were so many of them that he couldn't kill them. At this time, hearing this person's roar, the big knife seemed to split a light and flashed an unusually bright light, and these people were all stunned for a moment.

At this time, the man slammed the handle of the huge big knife to the ground, and then the big knife began to "buzz" and vibrate, the sound of the knife shaking became louder and louder, and the "buzzing" sound of the vibration was shocking.

The painting spirit felt suddenly restless and uncomfortable. She was so frightened that she quickly turned back, not daring to look at them again, and then she leaned her body against the big tree. Then, she lowered her head and hugged her knees, her body curled into a ball.

When the painting spirit heard it, the man's roar and the vibration of his broadsword seemed to resonate, and not only that, but the weapons of the group of besieging him also seemed to resonate with the broadsword and his roar, and they all made a "buzzing" vibration sound.

The "buzzing" vibration sound emitted by these weapons together was shocking, and she felt unusually uncomfortable, as if she was about to faint, and she covered her ears tightly.