Wu Lu looked up at the falcon that was constantly hovering in the air, and silently calculated the time when the night would fall in his heart. At this time, he lurked in a pile of dead leaves, and at the same time buried his body in the earth, showing only a pair of eyes to observe everything around him.

His clothes were already black and red, the marks of dried human blood. His whole body was covered with the feces and mud of various animals, and his whole body exuded a strong smell, and the whole person was no different from the beggars on the streets of the imperial capital.

The only difference is that there is a trace of essence in Wu Lu's eyes inadvertently, it is a look that is unwilling to accept fate and unwilling to submit to fate, which is a look that the beggar on the street of the imperial capital has never had.

At this time, almost two weeks had passed since the battle in the canyon that night, and he had fought many battles with a demonic-looking martial artist who claimed to be a master of the Seven Ghosts. Although he was invincible, with the wonderful body technique in the True Scripture of Emperor Wu, Wu Lu was still able to retreat every time.

I once thought that after cultivating the Martial Emperor Sutra, even those who faced the ability of the gods would be able to retreat with their whole body. Now he is just a military general, but he has also forced himself to such a situation. After all, he still underestimated the strong in the world. Wu Lu smiled self-deprecatingly.

But he never regrets that exposure is a matter of ability, throughout the ages, the top powerhouses have all been killed from the sea of corpses and blood. So he was equally fearless.

There was a faint sound of the howling dog in the wind, and it was originally just a one-on-one pursuit, but after Wu Lu got rid of the Seven Ghosts many times, he was so angry that he didn't talk about martial arts and called others to hunt Wu Lu together. The hounds and falcons carried by them made it particularly uncomfortable for Wu Wulu.

After a few days, although he did not suffer major injuries, he was already exhausted. In the end, the situation improved by smearing himself with feces and choosing to act at night. Because the falcon could not catch his tracks at night, and animal droppings rendered the hound's nose useless.

However, it is also because Wu Wu Lu chose to rush at night, and the journey that could return to the Great Wilderness in a few days has not been completed until now.

You must know that even if it is the ability of the strength of the martial artist, the speed of the war horse is far from comparable to running at full speed, and the team rode into the North Plains Ghost Fang just to save physical strength.

Although Wu Lu was uncomfortable, Wu Lu believed that the other party felt even worse. These days, Oni Che has already killed hundreds of people, which is equivalent to his exploits in suppressing bandits several times. No matter how worthless the cannon fodder is, it's a human life. Wu Lu believed that the Seven Ghosts were already on the verge of becoming angry at this time.

As the last rays of the setting sun faded, so did the darkness. He knew that halftime was over.

I saw Wu Lu take out a thin strip of raw meat from his arms and put it in his mouth, but he didn't chew it, but swallowed it raw, then closed his eyes and didn't move there.

Of course, Wu Lu was by no means enjoying the delicious taste of this raw meat strip, and at this time, his mouth was filled with an extremely strong fishy smell, and he was only trying to distract him by recalling some pleasant past events.

This game of escape requires sufficient physical strength, and only the high protein of meat can maintain this high level of physical strength. Making a fire to barbecue meat is undoubtedly self-defeating. In order to survive, Wu Lu chose to eat live meat.

"I have to survive, I haven't lived enough, I have many, many things to do. No matter what means I use, I must live. He roared frantically from the depths of his heart.

The fishy smell of raw meat made Wu Wu Lu worse than dead, and if he had a choice, he would rather be stabbed than continue to swallow this raw meat. At a certain moment, Wu Lu even had the urge to destroy his tongue, but considering that he would need it to speak in the future, he could only do it.

As for the raw meat strips, of course, they were cut off from the bloodhounds carried by the enemy. In the words of Butcher Lin, this is called fighting to feed war.

When he first joined the army, he heard that the people of the Northern Plains Onifang liked to cut off the hearts and livers and other internal organs of prisoners of war to drink. But Wu Lu didn't have this perverted hobby of eating people alive, so he just cut off the flesh from the enemy's dogs.

After a while, Wu Lu took out a strip of raw meat from his arms and continued to swallow it raw. After swallowing several strips of raw meat in a row, Wu Lu quietly got up and took action.

This place was already very close to the frontier of the Great Wilderness, and before leaving the territory of the Northern Plains Ghost Fang, Wu Lu had to do something that he had been trying to do these days but had not done. Because there is only one such opportunity, and Wu Wu Lu will not reveal his true intentions until he is fully sure.

The idea of hunting a great heavenly powerhouse who is far more powerful than oneself, or on the opponent's home turf, sounds crazy, and it seems that there is no chance at all. But if the opponent himself makes a mistake, then the outcome is not easy to say.

After coming into contact these days, Wu Wu Lu found that the Seven Ghosts were extremely arrogant people, and they were also people who could never accept their own failures. This will mean that the closer he gets to the Great Wilderness Frontier, the more anxious he will become, and eventually his mentality will be unbalanced.

These days, especially in the recent times, the Seven Ghosts have rushed to the scene where the clues to the Wulu have been discovered for the first time every time, which is enough to explain everything.

Moreover, since the others participated in the hunt, Wu Lu had never attacked the Seven Ghosts once, and the ones that the Ghost Cut had killed were all those miscellaneous fish soldiers. Wu Lu believed that this would also give the Seven Ghosts an illusion that Wu Lu would not dare to make a move on him.

"Although the life of the ghost general's great heaven is far less precious than the life of the people of the desolate clan, you can't come to this Northern Plains ghost party in vain." He plucked the grass roots, put them in his mouth and gnawed them to reduce the fishy smell in his mouth.

He already had a comprehensive plan in mind, so he began to carefully observe the surrounding terrain to increase the chances of hunting the Seven Demons, and also began to prepare for the next bloody battle.

In this game of hunting and fleeing, the identities of the hunter and the prey may be exchanged at any time, and it depends on who on both sides can have the best skills and have the last laugh.

Wu Lu frowned, the terrain around here was not quite in line with the ideal ambush place in his heart, and Wu Lu continued to explore. A few minutes later, a small stream appeared in front of him, and there were still a few sparse bushes near the stream.

Finally, Wu Lu set his eyes on the pile of sparse bushes, and the corners of his mouth were raised, revealing an inexplicable smile. He carefully untied the fruit of the explosion from his back, took out a clean strip of bloodstained rags from his bosom, and strode towards the bushes.

Exploding fruit, as the name suggests, is a fruit that is about the size of a regular pear and produces an explosion when touched lightly. It is a wild fruit that is very common in both the Eastern Wilderness Continent and the Northern Plains Continent. Although this fruit can produce explosions, it is not as powerful as firecrackers used during the New Year's holidays.

The power of one Explosive Fruit is not very good, but the power of hundreds of Explosive Fruits to explode together is still quite impressive. Of course, even if it was a few hundred, it would not be able to cause any physical damage to a military general.

Soon after, two large hounds appeared in front of a pile of bushes by the brook and barked and whirled wildly.

Immediately afterward, a group of people dressed in ghost style clothes quickly arrived at the scene. One of them screamed at the bloodstained strip of cloth in the bushes and tried to reach for it, but was stopped by another person who was traveling with him. At the same time, someone sent a signal into the sky.

In the next moment, the Seven Ghosts, accompanied by countless petals, slowly descended from mid-air, as if the gods descended from the earth, majestic in all directions.

When the crowd saw this, they immediately gave way to a way.

The Seven Ghosts scanned the audience, and he enjoyed the adoring eyes of everyone very much. He looked at the bloody strip of cloth in the bushes, frowned, and motioned for his men to reach for it.

At this moment, a very clever looking man in the crowd came out of the crowd, came to the bushes and reached for the strip of cloth.

"Boom." As the moment the man untied the strip of cloth, there was a shocking explosion, and countless feces flew all over the sky, and at the same time, a strange smell quickly spread. With such a shocking change, everyone on the ghost side present, including the seven ghosts, opened the talisman enchantment one after another.

The Seven Oni suddenly felt a slimy, mud-like object on their faces, so he reached out and wiped it on his face, and in an instant, a pungent stench came from his hands.

He was born in a famous family of ghosts, he has amazing talent since he was a child, and his identity is extremely noble, not to mention such filthy things, he has never seen them, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable and disgusted.

"Desolate pariahs, I'm going to kill you alive." At this moment, he was like thunder, he was really angry, and the aura of the great heavenly position of the military general came out violently, shocking Fang Yuan.

Fortunately, there was a small stream a few steps away, and the next moment, he sped away at a speed rarely seen in his life.

"Desolate untouchables, I must you not survive, you can't die." He eagerly crouched down to the stream to wash his hands.

At the moment when the hands of the seven ghosts were immersed in the water, a demon knife that had been planned for a long time burst out of the water. I saw that Wu Wu Lu jumped out of the water like a fierce dragon out of the sea, and at the same time, the ghost cut attacked the unsuspecting seven ghosts with the momentum of destroying the world and destroying the earth.

The Seven Demons were frightened by this sudden change, their minds had been all over the disgusting mass of feces on their hands and face, and they had never imagined that Wu Wu Lu would be ambushed in this small stream.

However, the Seven Ghosts are also military generals and experienced in a hundred battles. In this moment of life and death, he pushed forward with both hands, and at the same time, an Origin Enchantment quickly formed in front of him.

But the moment the Seven Ghosts made a move, he regretted it. Because he suddenly remembered that Wu Lu was holding the second-generation ghost cut in his hand, it was not just a demon knife, it was also known as the first knife under the top ten famous knives of the ghost party. This is also an important reason why he is crazy about chasing and killing Wu Lu these days.

I saw that the knife carried by the ghost cut was like a shocking rainbow, and with an unrivaled momentum, it directly smashed the hands that were blocking in front of him, and in the next moment, a huge head flew up out of thin air.

"Ahh Yes! The ghost side of the people present couldn't believe what was in front of them, and the first few people to react quickly drew their swords and rushed towards Wulu.

"Desolate pariahs, you deserve to die." The others who reacted also screamed and rushed over.

Although the other party is outnumbered, the killing intent is monstrous. But Wu Wu Lu did not flinch, but kicked the headless corpse of the Seven Ghosts away, took a step forward, full of slaughter, and pointed his sword at everyone.

If you choose to hunt and choose to be a hunter, you must have the consciousness of being a prey and the consciousness of death.

In the world of the powerful, if they are not strong enough, it usually means that life and death are all between the joys and anger of others.

Right now, Wu Wu Lu was in a bad mood, so he had no interest in letting his enemies live.

A few minutes later, there was already a Shura field by the stream, countless stumps and severed arms scattered at random, and rivers of blood flowed everywhere.

But no one cares, because there is no room for lambs in this world.