"Whew-Peng!"

Suddenly, the signal arrow exploded in the air, just two or three kilometers away on the southwest side!

Immediately afterward, Schukin slashed overhead, letting out a series of short croaks.

Qi Lang stopped. Schukin's cry, he had heard Gulf explain, although it was very similar to the sound of courtship, but combined with the current scene, it was obviously the exact opposite - it was an urgent signal, it seemed that Gulf was in distress!

This unlucky guy had a lot of choices, but once again he made the wrong choice. Now, Qi Lang has no way to continue tracking the mysterious figure, and in this case, he has only one way to go - to support Gulf with all his might!

Following the direction of Schukin's flight, Qi Lang sprang up, unreserved, no longer caring whether his footsteps would be discovered by the Credon who was hiding in the shadows. Judging by Shchukin's flight speed, Gurf should not be in danger of his life at the moment, otherwise the white-necked jay would have been impatient to kill him and stay by his side to help him supply the arrows. But it's likely that he's already in a bitter battle, struggling to sustain himself with his Phantom Arrow.

The dragon monster was still six or seven kilometers north of the east side, and the signal arrow was flying high enough for Captain Steve to observe. But they probably won't be able to get over quickly, because on the one hand, he needs to bluff and carry out the feint to the end, and on the other hand, he also needs to make sure that Credon does not launch a counterattack, after all, Lieutenant Colonel William, who launched the attack from the eastern entrance, is not well manned, and if Craedon is shown his true intentions, the whole town of Shachch is likely to be in a dangerous situation.

Besides. Even if Steve led the dragon monster to come over in time. I'm afraid they'll also need to do a sprinkler first. That would give you a chance to see the battle in the fog and strike with your bow and arrow. But Gulf must not have lasted that long, although he is a beginner Douzun, his combat effectiveness is good, but fighting at close range is his weakness, if he is forced in front of him by the enemy, he will be defeated in a few blows.

Qi Lang knew very well that now Gurve's hope of escaping was pinned on him. I didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and the wind was blowing under my feet, and the distance of two or three kilometers took almost less than two minutes to rush over. And before he could turn the protruding cliff in front of him, Gulf's shouting was already heard: "This arrow is for you, damn Jufili! Dare you show your head, you coward! You grandson, will it be these two blows, your ability, come!"

Gulf's scolding was full of anger. There was not the slightest sign of injury, and it seemed that he was still supporting. It didn't show a defeat. But the opponent who was being scolded by him seemed to be Felix, which made Qi Lang very strange, because he had already exuded his keen perception ability, and there were indeed three or five opponents hidden in the depths of the dense fog, but there should be no Felix among those opponents.

Qi Lang completely remembered Felix's state of spiritual power, he was a beginner-level Douzun, a master of using a sword, and his spiritual power was mainly distributed around his two arms. And among these three or five enemies, only one person's strength is close to that level, and the rest are basically at the martial artist level, and the distribution of that master's spiritual power is extremely abnormal, at least in all Qi Lang's previous knowledge, he has never found that the spiritual power of any warrior is evenly distributed in the body.

Qi Lang stood still, waved his hand at Shokin, and first let Gulf resist for a while, while he suppressed his breath, dived down, and cautiously approached the master.

Shokin must have already passed the news of the arrival of reinforcements to Gulf, because Qi Lang clearly heard Gurf's shouting and scolding and became more confident, and he couldn't even hear the slightest tremor from it: "Come on, Zhu Feili, you stinky bastard, your grandfather Gulf is standing here, I'm motionless, just waiting for you to draw your sword and poke two holes in me!"

The footsteps around him began to grow cluttered. Those Credons were obviously enraged by the arrogant Gurf, because Qi Lang felt that the few martial artist-level Credons were scattering in all directions, and their intention was obviously to surround Gurf and make those talkative guys disappear into this thick fog.

But Gulf did not sit still, as Qi Lang had judged in advance, what was more reassuring than his powerful fighting ability was his ability to save his life. He immediately discovered Credon's intentions and shifted his position while shooting with a bow and arrow.

Clever guys!

Qi Lang almost screamed, because he found that Gulf was retreating in the direction of his own back, and he was obviously doing so to lure the master who was slowly advancing in front of him. Although Gulf scolded fiercely, it was a bluff at all, and when he found that his powerful buddy had arrived, he didn't have to engage in any psychological struggle at all, and he didn't hesitate to give up the opportunity to fight hard.

However, in the absence of clear vision, Gulf's Phantom Arrow is an extremely difficult to prevent from killing enemies, and the strange arrows will always fly towards the enemy's vital point from an uncanny angle. Unfortunately, the dense fog concealed the trajectory of the arrows, but also caused some trouble for Gulf, after all, he could almost be called a blank in terms of perception, and could only rely on his hearing to judge the direction of the opponent, so the deterrent effect of the arrows shot was usually greater than the damage to the enemy.

Thanks to Schulkin's prompt in the air, Gulf finally approached the direction where Qi Lang was, and just in front of the boulder, he also deliberately paused, opened his voice and shouted to the opponent inside: "Damn Zhu Feili, did you get shot in the ass by me, where is the ability to scare me just now?

At the same time, he secretly lowered his voice again, and reminded Qi Lang with a lingering heart: "Leave it to you, my brother, when you see him, you will be surprised—he is a fucking legendary zombie! I shot him, but he was unconscious." ”

Qi Lang didn't make a sound, just gently pushed Gulf's shoulder, clearly pointed out a relatively safe direction for him to retreat, and he entered into the preparation for battle.

Gulf felt more confident in his heart, and simply played his clumsy performance: "Why can't you come, Jufili, does that mean that you have been scared by Gurf to pee your pants? We made an appointment to rest for five minutes, and no one was allowed to play tricks!"

Gulf was already playing tricks, and after pretending to shout, he picked up his bow and arrows and fled faster than a rabbit. Of course, he didn't get out of the encirclement, but the Creedon on his side was the weakest mid-level martial artist, and after three arrows, he had already opened the escape route, and retreated in that direction, and it would take less than two minutes to get out of the encirclement.

Gulf's Jufili also quickened his pace, but he was not as arrogant as Gurf, and he still didn't say a word even though he ran with all his might. But he probably wanted to kill the killer, because Qi Lang clearly heard his long sword swinging fiercely in the air, as if the executioner was moving his arm before the execution. However, his wish was about to be frustrated, because just as he had just turned the corner, Qi Lang had already stepped out.

"Felix?" he asked softly, placing his right hand on the hilt of the Sword of Honor, "Are you Felix?"

"Whew!"

A sword slashed down, and that was the answer of the master on the other side.

The cyan sword light was very strong, and even under the cover of the dense fog, it still looked very dazzling, worthy of the level of a beginner Douzun. However, this kind of attack of his did not seem to come from his heart, because Qi Lang knew very well that if it was really Felix's all-out attack, his move should be more complicated, it should be one sword after another, launching a stormy attack, not like now, a thin sword, which could not constitute much damage at all. This sword obviously couldn't hurt Qi Lang, he didn't even take out the sword, just turned sideways slightly, and easily dodged it.

"Answer me!" Qi Lang didn't see the other party's face clearly, but he always felt that the person in front of him seemed to be slightly different from Felix, their figures were somewhat similar, but Felix seemed to be more flexible, and this person's movements were obviously too stiff. "Are you Felix?" Qi Lang asked loudly.

He still didn't respond, but instead slashed out three swords in a row, and this time he finally improved, and his sword moves were fast and powerful. It's really like Felix's style of play, which he learned from Quill and relied on precision and strength.

At this moment, Qi Lang couldn't keep his original ease, so he had to draw out the sword of honor, swing his sword qi to seal all the three swords, and tentatively use a point stab as a counterattack, while still not giving up his question: "What's wrong with you, Felix...... Oh hell!"

Qi Lang was taken aback, because he realized that his sword, which had no intention of hurting the enemy, had accurately stabbed the opponent's throat!

At the same time, under the shaking of the sword light, he finally saw the face clearly. It was indeed Felix's face, but there was no more vivid expression on that face, not even the pain he should have shown at the moment.

It seems that the information that Gulf has just revealed is accurate, Felix has turned into a zombie!(To be continued......