If it was really poison, he might have felt better. But it's not poisonous, but it's more frightening than poison. What was carefully wrapped turned out to be feces!

This is **naked contempt!

The man hated the man who set the trap to the extreme. Soldiers can be killed but not humiliated, such an insult can only be washed away by death.

He jumped off the stone and was about to move forward. I suddenly noticed something strange under my feet, and I wanted to jump away, but my legs and feet were weak. It wasn't fatigue, it was something that pierced his leg and damaged the veins accurately. I fell to the side, ready to get out of the way, but it was too late.

A knife, stabbed in the back and pierced through the chest. The body was almost completely nailed and unable to move.

Feng Luo kicked the man away, came out from under the ground, and shook the dirt off his body. Just now, a large rock had fallen, only three inches from his head. It's a bit risky, but only then can one believe that there are no pitfalls in this location.

The whole process relied on precise calculations and the courage to gamble. After an instant, if that person directly attacked his feet and fought hard, Feng Luo would not be able to kill him with one blow. Unfortunately, it is human instinct to run for your life, so you lose the opportunity to fight for your life.

Collecting a brand, Feng Luo quickly fled. A series of traps were triggered just now, and the movement was not small, and staying here would become the target of other people's attention.

Feng Luo cautiously navigated the Land of the Dead, with safety as the priority. The path of cultivation requires courage, but needless death is foolishness. There are dangers around you, and one careless person will die. His life is gone, and he is still talking about higher cultivation.

Therefore, even though he knew that Master Mu was actually ruining his potential, he still thanked Master Mu. The premise of changing one's fate is to live, and there is no qualification to live, and everything else is empty.

At the end of the first day, Feng Luo had no other gains. After killing one person, it takes a lot of pulse energy. If you are not absolutely sure, you will not do it lightly.

Over the next four days, Feng Luo killed three people. And he himself, twice, was wounded. Once he was attacked by that man on the verge of death and slashed in the chest. Luckily, he reacted quickly and accelerated with a heavy hammer blow. In the end, the knife wound was not serious, and he almost hit a tree and died.

Heavy hammer striking emphasizes the momentum of courage, and the person who created this technique may crawl out of the grave in anger if he knew that heavy hammer striking could be used to escape.

The second time he was injured, he was attacked from behind while he was peeling off his brand. Feng Luo rushed forward, poured into the river, and escaped. After being attacked, he realized that there were three people lurking behind him.

The imprint in his hand was lost in vain, and Feng Luo was not annoyed. Because he did the same thing, and now he is being taken away by others with similar means, and he can't complain. Therefore, he put away his contempt and paid attention to the surroundings at all times.

Five days have passed, and Feng Luo's results are relatively good among those who survived. And his most rewarding thing is not the imprint, but the tempering of the heart.

Killing the first person, his heart couldn't help beating fast. The last one, which has been done as if it was eating, has no special feeling. When it is hidden, people often pass by, and Feng Luo constantly thinks in his heart.

How to do it before the other party finds out? How to ensure that you are not injured? How will the other party dodge? What should you do if you miss a blow? How should you escape if you can't beat it? How to escape if you are surrounded by a siege?

Keep planning, keep overturning. In Feng Luo's heart, he has actually killed dozens of people. Some people have been killed by him several times in his heart. What he has to do is to come up with the most perfect murder plan, so that the other party will not know who will die until he dies.

Feng Luo is more about watching others kill. Within a radius of three miles, there were nine fights, and two people died. As soon as he senses someone, he lurks and looks.

In fact, as long as Feng Luo makes a move, there will be more than two people who will die, at least seven. There were two people who fought to the end, and they were all dying, so they left separately. Feng Luo could kill the two of them with any shot, but he still didn't do it.

Feng Luo really regards the assessment as an "assessment", and he has to complete it with his own strength. He was determined not to do anything cheap. In the Land of the Dead, killing people is unsuccessful, as long as you can escape, there is still a chance.

When you really become a shadow thorn, failure can be death. Because the failure of the mission means that the identity is exposed, and the person who exposes the identity will not only not let go of the target party, but even his own master will find a way to kill him.

Feng Luo flipped through the history books and found that after the mission failed, most of the killers died. Only successful people have a chance to live. And if you kill the target and go undetected, there is basically no risk of life.

The land of death is regarded as a rare cultivation place by Feng Luo. When he was hiding, Feng Luo experienced the benefits of the dragon's silence. Dragon's Silence is not a simple exploration, but a fit between the body and the environment.

The wind in the environment, the shaking of the ground, the slight sound, all carry a message from afar. The simplest example is echoes, which are created in a valley because there are mountains in the distance. Nearby obstacles block the sound, and there is no echo, but it changes the sound.

Feng Luo buried himself in the ground, leaving only a small gap for breathing. He carefully felt the vibration of people walking on the ground, and the sound of wind when they swept through the air.

In the days of hunting crystal beasts in the mountains and forests, Feng Luo learned to listen to movements. Now it is necessary to strengthen the ability in this area, not only to hear movements, but also to distinguish the direction, judge the distance, and even guess the strength of the other party.

Feng Luo found a place near the exit, hid against the tree and closed his eyes. He doesn't snatch the brand, he still distinguishes the movements of others.

In the judgment of the direction, it has been ** not far from ten. Distance, it's too hard. If the distance is already relatively close, within 30 zhang, the sound of walking varies with the distance, which is very obvious. Those with a little experience will be able to perceive it.

Thirty feet, for a real killer, is not a safe distance. But the farther you go, the weaker the change. Those are all people who are good at hiding, and their movements are very small, and ordinary people are afraid that they will not notice when they get close to them.

I realized it within ten zhang, and I couldn't forget it. Feng Luo found the footsteps in the various noises, and it could reach a distance of fifty zhang. A little further away, the certainty will be reduced. As for accurately judging the distance and proximity, it is not possible at present.

Feng Luo watched as people passed by from time to time nearby, and some people had plans to rob. Fierce battles broke out, and the imprints in hand changed hands. He is not motivated, strength is the most important, he relies on abnormal means to get it, but he just sends himself to a dead end faster.

As time went on, more and more people went out. Feng Luo saw that the time was about the same, and decided to go back. If you wait any longer, I'm afraid you'll miss the time to turn in your brand.

He was about to jump when he heard someone hurrying up. Frowning, decided not to care. The man was short, like a woman. The breath is unstable, the injury is not light, and the strength is average. As long as she is in a hurry, she can't stop her.

Feng Luo jumped lightly from the tree and landed on the ground, deliberately making a slight sound so as not to be frightened.

"Ahh Feng Luo couldn't help but laugh dumbly, in the land of death, how could anyone ask someone else's identity. The strangers around you have only one identity: the one who can be killed.

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