No one knows why there is a labyrinthine underground cave under the small border city of Beiliang.

Complex, deep, yet slightly conditioned. The caves are of different sizes and are connected to each other, but if you look at the big picture, this seemingly naturally occurring underground cave is a perfect fit for what a camp should be.

An underground river that runs through the cave, and several tributaries that prevent water pollution. The caves are connected to each other and can be accessed by two people side by side. And the most bizarre thing is that this underground karst cave has a total of three layers, layer by layer, each layer has its own different use, extremely exquisite.

Standing on the first floor, which was as wide and flat as a training ground, Chiho looked at the surrounding Imperial Forest Army who had begun to guard the entrances, and his eyebrows were filled with pure calm.

There is no fluctuation, no sympathy for what they are going to face, no nervousness or anticipation. At this time, Qianhu was like the flying fish suit he was wearing, red as fire, but diving in the deep sea like a flying fish, waiting for an opportunity.

Chiho knew that his memory might be a little confusing, but there were some things engraved in his bones. For example, his sword skills, spells, and the "demon body" that is about to move, but these are not the most important.

The most important thing is the heart.

A heart that is strong enough to make itself cold and heartless at any time.

That's what a brocade guard has to learn.

I closed my eyes and put my hand slightly on the handle of the embroidered spring knife, but it was not half stiff. Qianhe listened to the noisy human voices, the flowing underground river, and the birds in the sky with their wings flapping, and their hearts were free of distractions.

Here it comes.

The moment a piece of gravel was trampled on, Qianhu suddenly opened his eyes, and the dragon and tiger aura haunted him wantonly.

"Alert."

Suddenly, the flag soldier on the side directly flipped his right hand, a red tiger flag waved violently, and a sharp horn sound came out of this spiritual weapon. Between a few breaths, the entire underground cavern was silent, and even breathing was difficult to distinguish.

Click.

The sound of stepping on broken stones sounded again, and this time, not only Qianhu, but also many Royal Forest Soldiers heard it. Without being reminded by anyone, the twenty feathered archers stared directly into their bows, and a rain of arrows directly enveloped the direction of the sound of rubble.

The sound of gold and stone interlacing was crisp and pleasant, but there was no imaginary cry of pain or the sound of flesh tearing.

Qianhu seemed to have expected this situation for a long time, and he still stood in the middle of the empty field with his knife, not moving at all, just like Mount Tai.

The wind blew across Qianhu's cheeks, and in an instant, the long knife came out of its sheath, and the blade was wrapped in a fierce dragon and tiger qi that directly slashed the evil wind. In the next second, Qianhu's knife-wielding hand shook, and at the same time shouted loudly:

"Take your medicine!"

Without any hesitation, the Imperial Forest Army, which had entered the wartime state, directly drank the "antidote" that had been prepared in batches. Subsequently, they covered their cheeks with a cloth to prevent further inhalation of the toxic mist.

"I know that I will poison, but I will not give up my geographical advantages."

Armed with a broken knife, wrapped in bandages, and slightly staggering. The dead man's knife tilted his head and looked at Qianhu, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he understood.

"No wonder."

Said these three words meaningfully, the Dead Man's Knife had already determined that Qianhu had already colluded with Zhou Li at this time, and he would fight against the water at any time to exterminate the Imperial Forest Army.

Lord Zhou is really scheming, and he has already let Lord Qianhu control the Imperial Forest Army and brought them into this underground tomb, I can't lose face for him.

Knowing that it would take a certain amount of time for the effect of the medicine to work, the Dead Man's Knife did not attack immediately, but began to talk like a small talk:

"Lord Qianhu, Yaxing, and help these humans deal with me, aren't you afraid that Madame will know and blame you?"

"Ma'am?"

Chiho frowned, he suddenly felt as if something had loosened in his mind, but he was quickly suppressed by something, and he didn't even give Chiho time to react.

Looking at the dead man's knife in front of him, Qianhu directly took out the long knife on his waist, the tip of the knife pointed at the bandaged face of the dead man's knife, and said in a deep voice: "Evil Demon Dao, I'll get rid of it quickly, what's the point of saying this?" ”

Do you want to play it again?

Dead Man Knife was stunned for a moment, obviously, he didn't expect that there would be a performance project. But as a monster who admires Qianhu, the Dead Man Knife has also practiced acting skills for a period of time, and wants to emulate Qianhu and enter the Ming Dynasty with superb acting skills to make profits for Mrs. Golden Snake.

But later he found that in addition to the corpses in the crematorium and the corpses in the cemetery, his other performances would also be recognized.

It's not that the acting skills are not good, the main thing is that this look is not very anthropomorphic.

At this time, by chance, the Dead Man Knife finally had a chance to show his acting skills. Suddenly, the dead man's knife entered the state and began to shape his identity in his heart.

Now, what I'm about to deduce is an image of a monster who hates Qianhu and humans on the surface, but loves Qianhu very much in his heart. Forced by the pressure of the world and the responsibilities on his body, he has to fight with the admired Chino, and he has to create a complex character image of madness and sadness.

Okay, let's go!

In just a few seconds, countless inner dramas flashed in the heart of the dead man's knife, and countless scene presets were made. In an instant, the Dead Man's Knife completely took over the role.

When he opened his eyes, melancholy and sad, painful and desperate, mixed with half reluctance, half hesitation, half sadness, and eight and a half points of madness, the dead man's knife spoke:

"You were my role model, and now, you have betrayed your faith."

Accompanied by the escalator of the actor's soul, the dead man's knife slowly closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, covered his face, raised his head perfectly at a forty-five degree angle, and his hoarse and sexy voice resounded in the hall.

"Do you know what pain is?"

Qianhu frowned, looking at the dead man's knife like a fool, and did not cooperate with the other party, and directly waved his right hand.

"Shoot the arrows!"

As the flag soldier threw the two pieces of the same suit on the ground, all of a sudden, the feathered archers fired ten thousand arrows and shot directly at the dead man's knife at the entrance of the cave.

"Feel the pain."

In the face of the stormy arrows, the dead man's knife spread his hands out, his expression was indifferent, and he said in a deep voice: "Think about the pain! ”

In an instant, a demon puppet with a body like a mountain of flesh, but covered in a golden iron luster, blocked in front of the dead man's knife, easily blocking all the arrows.

"Accept the pain!"

The dead man's knife that perfectly substituted for the character roared, and the fire bone monster drilled out of his body, with fire oil in his mouth, and spurted violently, and the raging flames instantly slapped towards Qianhu like a wave.

Spring, fade cold, not afraid of fire, warm sun and snow.

The knife was fast, fast and separated the waves of fire out of thin air.

A simple knife flower, an ordinary chop, the dead man's knife looked in horror at his bare breast, his bare breastbone and heart, and his eyes were full of fear.

Good fast knife.

Okay... Terrible demon!

The eyes with dragon and tiger qi and doom lightly swept over the dead man's knife, and what was contained in it was a terrifying and hideous scenery like hell.

Thousands of households, with a positive five-grade dragon and tiger spirit, a five-fold demon soul, and a five-way Lingqi.

The body is like a golden stone, and it is not afraid of the sword. The viscera is full of evil, and the world is highly poisonous.

The embroidered spring knife is bright and fair, but it hides all kinds of tricks and murderous opportunities, and it is impossible to prevent it.

Its demon body is a broken golden scorpion.

It's for, the first demon under the golden snake!

(End of chapter)