The dense fog around him became heavier and heavier, Qi Lang's face changed, and Gulf could no longer see clearly, he only noticed that Qi Lang did not move, as if he was in deep thought.

"I said, buddy. Again, Gulf cautiously reminded, "That's nothing at all, and it's probably all Schukin's nonsense." You also know that women always like to talk about right and wrong, and the real situation may not be the case. ”

Zilang didn't reply, but his footsteps grew heavier, and Gurf noticed that he had put his bow and arrow back away, and drew the sword instead.

That should be a bad signal, using a sword to kill, Qi Lang's combat power can be maximized, Gulf is very impressed by this, just like that time in the Dongmo Plain and Dongyi father and son decisive battle, Qi Lang's swordsmanship showed amazing power. Farther away, the bitter battle of carrying the coffin on the banks of the Daxin River, Gulf was even more impressed.

Qi Lang's mood at the moment is not difficult to guess, he is probably angry. Gulf thought to himself: after all, this matter is difficult for anyone to accept - the companion who has been with him for a long time is actually the messenger of the devil, the embodiment of evil, and he has been kept in the dark, which is difficult for anyone to accept.

"You'd better be careful. Gulf was still trying to comfort his good brother, this Lou Zi was poked out by him, he felt it was necessary to restore Qi Lang's composure, after all, the current situation was very chaotic, if Qi Lang lost his cool again, it would be very troublesome: "You remember our mission, right, buddy?"

Qi Lang still didn't reply. But his panting grew heavier and heavier. Gulf was genuinely worried. He knew that Qi Lang was a cultivator. Controlling his breathing is an important condition for him to maintain a strong fighting force. But now, that cultivator master with high skills and emotional stability couldn't breathe normally. It's definitely not good news, it's terrible!

"You're running a little too fast, buddy...... Hey!" Gulf just wanted to persuade him again, but he found that Qi Lang had already rushed out dozens of meters away. Of course, he didn't see it with his own eyes, because the fog was so thick. The line of sight is not three or five meters away at all. What helped Gulf to come to this conclusion were the sounds of fighting and screaming, and the sounds of those terrible people came from a distance of dozens of meters in front without exception.

Credon in front suffered.

Although they have always considered themselves believers in the devil, it is only at this time of year that they have seen the true face of the devil - his yellow skin, his face full of anger, and the long silver sword in his hand, which will shatter people's souls when he swings it!

The miserable screams were like sharp knives. It pierced Gulf's ear, making his heart tremble. Out of one's wits.

Gulf was free, and he no longer had to worry about being besieged by his opponents, but he had to worry about his feet, because in the past three or five minutes of running, he had stepped on half of his intestines, three bloody skulls, and a convulsive arm......

"You...... Are you alright, brother?" said Gurve's voice.

Gulf was very worried about what kind of sudden change had happened to Qi Lang's side, and even had an ominous premonition in his heart - what if this was Igru's conspiracy?

Could this be the case: Igru's demon messenger has been lurking steadily, bent on achieving the demon's ulterior purpose, but he has revealed him with many words and tongues, so that his true intentions are revealed, so he changed his plan in anger, and he started in advance, planning to use the bloody world in front of him to transform Qi Lang into the devil stand-in he needs the most!

No, we have to wake him up, this is really terrifying, if a powerful master like Qi Lang transforms into a devil's spokesman, probably no one in this world can stop him!

It didn't take Gulf three seconds to come up with a plan, but it was a very clumsy ploy - he pretended to stumble, fell to the ground at once, and cried out in his most pitiful voice: "Come and save me, brother!

The screams still rang out in all directions, it seemed that Qi Lang was not hit, he still insisted on his combat post and did not retreat.

"I'm going to die, brother!" said Gurff, who did not flinch, but simply played everything up to the task. He grabbed a broken leg next to him, and was ruthless, holding back the disgusting feeling, and wiped the blood on his face at once, and then screamed loudly: "Ah! I'm going to die!"

"Are you a fool to me?" Qi Lang's voice finally rang out, just a meter or two in front of him.

When Gulf looked up with a miserable expression, he happened to meet his good brother's eyes. Qi Lang was normal, his eyes were bright, and there was some helplessness in it. Apparently, he saw through Gulf's trick and suffered a headache as a result.

"It's okay, it's okay. Gulf chuckled, "Just kidding, what I just said was a joke too, you were tricked by me, right?"

Qi Lang snorted, turned around and was about to leave. Gulf jumped up and followed closely.

"I just think it's a bit dull right now, so I want to liven it up. He smiled cautiously, still trying to gauge Qi Lang's expression. Qi Lang's expression was serious, but on the whole he was calm, which showed that he was not obsessed, at least not in the short term, as Gulf had guessed, and would not turn into a strange-looking demon. But there was anger in his eyes, and to Gulf's relief, the angry eyes did not look at himself, but at the unknown enemy in the fog.

"He's still up front. ”

Qi Lang was finally willing to take the initiative to communicate, and his voice was a little cold, as if squeezed out of the root of his teeth. But the sword of honor in his hand shone silver, a holy light, and seemed to reassure Gulf, for that light was the most feared by the demons.

"Who?

Gulf fired a barrage of Phantom Arrows, and all his opponents in front of him were wiped out, and he killed about seven or eight people at once. But Gulf felt that he was saving them, because the death of the arrow would at least save them from the corpse, and if they were to be wheeled by the guy next to him with a bright sword in his hand, their end would be too miserable.

"You can't be talking about that Felix, right?" Gulf took the time to ask Qi Lang as he fired with all his might.

"That's him!" Qi Lang's voice was still as cold as it was, "we have to keep an eye on him, he may have the answers we want." ”

"Of course......" Gulf still scratched his head, because he found that Qi Lang really took this matter very seriously. And what his reaction would be if the news about Igru was proven to be true, Gulf was a little afraid to think about it.

"We can't let him go, that damn zombie!" Gulf scolded, still trying to distract Qi Lang.

But it was clear that Gurve's efforts were ineffective. Qi Lang once again fell into a state of silence, and it seemed that the feeling of being deceived lingered.

There are more and more enemies in front of them, and they don't know where they came from, and when faced with such a killing god, they can't even retreat. This situation probably shows that this is approaching Credon's lair, and they refuse to retreat because they want to protect the so-called god of vengeance.

Three or five Douzun-level masters appeared. Don't look at their dress exactly like those people, they are still dressed in nocturnal black, but even Gulf, who has no expertise in spiritual power perception, can see that the sword light they brought with their shots, as well as the guy who shot with a bow and arrow over there, are all very strong.

But without Gulf's reminder, Qi Lang disappeared in front of him again.

"Holy!" gulf cried out in panic, "you're taking too much risk!"

Gulf hurriedly drew his bow and arrows, and fired them in all directions. However, those arrows did not have the effect of hurting the enemy, because the panic caused the world's first-class archer to lose his head, and almost every arrow fell into the air.

However, the news of the victory still came back, and in a blink of an eye, Qi Lang appeared in front of Gulf again. Immediately afterward, Gulf heard a few more plops. The sword light in the dense fog no longer flickered, and even the archer in the distance could no longer fire the rattling arrows.

"What did you do?" Gulf couldn't contain the tremor in his voice, "Don't tell me, you killed them all!"

"You guessed it, Gurf. Qi Lang's voice was still calm and cruel, "They blocked my way, I had to kill them because I couldn't follow Felix!"

"But that seems a bit ......," Gulf almost blurted out the word cruelty.

"I agree with you, Gulf. Qi Lang was indifferent, "But I think you'll approve of my approach, because I've analyzed a dangerous possibility - Felix was ordered to retreat for the purpose of killing the people we had to rescue!"

"What?" Gulf was stunned, "you're not kidding?"

"I'll never joke about this!" Qi Lang's voice grew deeper and deeper, "as I expected, they didn't die, they never died, they were just taken hostage, hidden somewhere here. Just now, I seemed to feel the breath of Major Dodim, and now, Quill's breath seemed to be there, and they were getting closer and closer, somewhere ahead. They're restrained, and I guess Credon is trying to blackmail us with them!"

"Hell, they should be damned!" Gulf's Phantom Arrow shot wildly! (To be continued......