"Ha Qiu!" Lao Hei sneezed, reached out and rubbed his nose, who was talking about again?

Forget it, don't bother to think about it.

He raised his eyes to look around, and saw that it was a forest of spores, the fourth different terrain he had encountered since teleporting to this land.

To tell the truth, the main purpose of this journey is to find Lao Wang, but Lao Wang didn't find him, but the people from the War College met a lot.

After last night's ghost haunt, the gap between the mental quality of the Templar and the War College began to slowly manifest itself.

Most of the people on the Templar side are beginning to be more restrained, and they will not make a move easily, and if they encounter the top ranking on the War College side, they are even more cautious, basically taking a long detour, but in comparison, the guys from the War College are obviously much braver.

Lao Hei met two people who took the initiative to shoot at him, although they were not above the top ten rankings, but they felt that their strength was very strong, and they were quite good at jungle warfare.

There are underrated rankings like Mo Tong on the Templar side, and the War College obviously also has it, and Black Vulkai's defeat of the Blood Demon Manku has obviously become the most popular target of these hidden masters, as long as he defeats Black Vulkai, he can become famous in one fell swoop, and even easily take the position of the Blood Demon Manku! Not to mention that he met in the terrain he was good at, how could he not make a move?

It's a pity that they met Lao Hei...... The terrain or something, in the eyes of the old black is obviously a floating cloud, and the crushing of strength can ignore many things, whether it is the people of the Holy Temple or the people of the Nine Gods, no one has really seen his limit, at least not yet.

Both of them have been frightened back after a little tentative attack, and Hei Wukai has no intention of pursuing, those two guys are quite cautious types at first glance, and they are good at concealment, and it is very troublesome to clean up, so it is important to find Lao Wang first.

Rumble!

In a spore forest on the left, a loud noise came, followed by the sound of 'smack', as fast as lightning.

Lao Hei's eyebrows were raised, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

There are masters!

The figure of the black vultures unfolded, and disappeared in place in an instant.

A few hundred meters away in the jungle, Chopin sat cross-legged.

It has been two days and two nights since we met the day before yesterday, and the guy hiding in the shadows has never left.

Except for the first night, when the Misty Ghost appeared and made the guy relent for a night, the rest of the time, Chopin was facing his assassination almost all the time.

The jungle terrain is a paradise for orcs, and for an assassin-type orc like Oblolo, it is even more like a fish in water, he can easily integrate into this jungle at any time, it is not just 'hide and seek', but his own aura is completely integrated with the jungle, so that a keen Chopin can not perceive in advance.

Any movement could be an opportunity for Oblolo to make a move, such as Chopin blinking, as if he sat down to rest, such as when he had a break to eat some dry food, or even when it was convenient for him.

One attack and one defense are all blink of an eye, and the two have fought for hundreds of rounds.

Oblolo's attack is very strange, not only is there no sound when it is hidden, but even when the attack is launched, there is no warning, like some kind of space secret art, and it is like some kind of real stealth method, once the attack is launched, it is directly in front of him, and it is impossible to prevent it.

The back of Chopin's clothes has been scratched like strips of rags, and although he has a soul guard, and although he tries his best to block it every time, there are still seven or eight clearly visible blood marks on his back, like some kind of beast claw traces, hideous and terrifying.

But his expression was as calm as water.

The strength of the other party is beyond imagination, the assassination ability is absolutely super-first-class, and what is even more terrifying is that even if he has the upper hand, Obloro will never change his strategy of retreating with one blow.

Chopin has deliberately shown weakness several times, and even paid the price of two more blood marks for this, but still failed to lure the other party, this guy is a real natural jungle killer, and the game against each other has long gone beyond the scope of superficial strength and entered the competition of will and endurance.

Both of them knew it in their hearts.

If Chopin can't hold his breath, Chopin will die, but if Oblolo, who has the upper hand, can't hold his breath and wants to fight quickly, then he will be greeted by his own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths, and he will be dragged into the whirlpool of struggle by Chopin, losing all his existing advantages......

It was noon, and Chopin had just sat down.

Two minutes earlier, he had dodged a definite attack from Oblolo.

The opponent used the iron backbone to feint from the left side, it was a kind of orc's hidden weapon, very small, but the triangle was full of T-shaped blood grooves, and it could be submerged in the moment when it was shot into the human body, and it was almost impossible to pull it out, making you bleed non-stop, very domineering, but Obloro killed from Chopin's right side as if it were a spatial transformation.

One left and one right pinch, the iron backbone was avoided, but there was another claw mark on the left shoulder.

This time the wound was very deep, and white bones were faintly visible.

But Chopin's face remained calm as usual, and when Oblolo had receded, he sat down cross-legged.

He methodically opened his baggage, took out the external wound medicine, and carefully treated the wound, with a leisurely expression.

You have to be more patient than he is when facing a patient enemy.

What is a little injury? It was a test of will and state of mind, which made him happy, and even in this constant pressure, Chopin felt that he had faintly touched some kind of ceiling that he had not experienced for a long time......

Shout!

There was another rather subtle sound of breaking wind, and Chopin's ears trembled slightly, and he bowed his head sharply.

The iron backbone swept past the top of his neck, and the cool blade almost touched the skin, a fraction of a second.

Here it comes!

Chopin's eyes sparkled.

And just as the iron backbone had just swept over his head, a steel claw shining with cold light had reached behind his back.

Rumble!

Almost exactly the same method as before, Chopin's body suddenly swirled around a stream of air, like a solid wall of air.

Chopin knew in his heart that the other party had a super ability to break defenses, and this soul power barrier could not stop him, but it could only delay the opponent's attack slightly, but the masters competed with each other, fighting for such a 'trace' gap, and delaying a little time like this has saved Chopin's life several times.

The right fist was full of soul power in an instant, and a triangular soul mark appeared on his fist, although he was sitting cross-legged, his waist was forced to make a 180-degree turn at this time.

What appeared in front of him was the already familiar iron armor and steel claws, Chopin's eyes were like electricity, and his right fist met him, but in the next second, the movements of the two were abrupt.

Shout!

The two closed their hands almost at the same time, one by mistake.

This time, Obloro did not disappear into the jungle again, but stood more than ten meters away, and Chopin also turned around, and the two of them looked at the treetops on the left.

I saw that the breeze was slightly swaying in that position, and a guy in a wide robe floated on it, his body like a light hong, stepping on the tip of the treetop and swinging with the wind.

This person came extremely suddenly, his movements were extremely elegant, and he was obviously a master, and the two of them stopped just now out of concern.

After the comer was unknown to him, and no one was willing to fight with all his might, he was picked up by a third party.

Where is this sacred?

The two frowned slightly. 8090 Chinese

I saw a long sword lying diagonally at his waist, his wide robe slightly open, two hands in his pockets, and a long weed in his mouth, looking at them with his hands in his hands.

Chopin smiled slightly, but the corners of Oblolo's mouth were filled with a sneer.

Yaksha, Black Vulkai!

"You go on. Hei Wukai stood on the treetop and said with a smile: "Leave me alone, I just see, and I won't destroy your one-on-one." ”

Obloro smiled, a glint in his eyes.

One-on-one, he is not afraid of anyone, but if he faces Chopin and Black Vultures at the same time...... There was no doubt that his seventh-ranked brand at the War College must be something that everyone in the Blade Sanctuary was craving.

"Do you believe it yourself?" Oblolo said coldly, "I don't believe in humans!"

Boom!

As soon as the words fell, Oblolo's body shook slightly, as strong as Chopin and Black Vulkai, and they couldn't fully capture his movements, only feeling that there was an afterimage left in place, but the real body had disappeared without a trace.

This time it was really gone, and although Chopin couldn't judge the other party's position and breath, he could sense the existence of the crisis or not.

He breathed a sigh of relief, secretly regretting it, in fact, he enjoyed the feeling of being assassinated, which could stimulate him to grow faster, but anyway......

"Thank you. Chopin stood up from the ground.

Black Vulkai shrugged his shoulders, he had suppressed his breath just now, to this extent, even those ubiquitous ghosts last night couldn't detect him, but he was quickly detected by these two people, the top ten of the Blade Sanctuary and the War Academy were really something.

"Actually, you don't need to thank me, he coaxed it himself. Hei Wukai smiled, jumped down from the treetops, and fell lightly to the ground, remembering another thing: "By the way, let me ask, have you ever seen Wang Feng?"

Chopin was slightly stunned: "No, I'm also looking for him." ”

He paused, then added, "It's important." ”

Hei Wukai smiled and nodded at him, Lao Wang is really such a person, he has friends wherever he goes.

If this is a normal person, and they are all looking for Lao Wang, I am afraid that they have already joined forces, with the strength of these two people, they can definitely scare away many people together, and they can also be as stable as Mount Tai in this soul illusion realm.

But Hei Wukai just waved his hand, and the weeds in his mouth curled slightly.

Chopin understood that not only the black Wukai, but also that he had no intention of being together, this was a good trial, and it might be much easier to walk together, but it could not achieve the purpose of the trial.

"Goodbye!"

The two of them simply had a tacit understanding, and they each turned their heads and left.

......

Boom Boom Boom!

Caesar Mo's hexagonal stalks, the heavy punches and heavy legs wrapped in iron sheets kept falling on Mo Tong like raindrops.

He felt that the bones in his body were shattered, even his head was opened, and blood mixed with his brain was flowing all over the ground, but he was still conscious.

The shattered flesh and bones were restored again and again, and the strength also poured out again and again, and he felt as if he had been killed by the other party dozens of times.

He was angry, he was unwilling, but there was not the slightest fear.

The men of Mohuraka never knew what fear was, let alone how to write the word "admit defeat".

"Come on, come on, you ugly monster, I'm afraid you're not the best man in Mohuluojia!" Mo Tong suddenly roared, his fists waved wildly, and a wave of soul power surged: "Look at me demolishing your broken iron!"

Click!

Then a tree fell to her head.

Whoa...... Accompanied by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground: "Oops!"

Mo Tong was suddenly awakened, and a spirit jumped up from the ground: "Caesamo!"

There was no Caesar around him, but the movement of jumping just now, tearing and tearing the bandages and splints wrapped around his body and arms.

He was stunned, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while, but he saw that in the grass next to him, Hei Wukai rubbed his head and got up from the ground.

Mo Tong was overjoyed in his heart, and when he saw Hei Wukai, he could probably guess what was going on, maybe it was Hei Wukai who killed Caesar Mo, and by the way, he also helped him deal with his injuries.

It's just that......

"Ahem!" the way he was beaten by Caesamo and so embarrassed, couldn't he just be seen by the Black Vulkai? I hope he just found himself unconscious when he passed by...... Mo Tong coughed lightly twice: "What, Hei Wukai, why are you here?"

"I'm not here, I'm not here, you'll hang up!" Lao Wang's tears are about to hurt out, the branch is more than three meters high, he was busy all night last night, and he slept soundly at this time, and then he felt a solid beat, rolling down from the branch, needless to say, it must be that this guy Mo Tong had a nightmare to knock himself down!

Mo Tong smiled stupidly, in this way, the appearance of being beaten by Caesar Mo must have been seen by Hei Wukai, this is really ...... Wait a minute!

His eyes widened, and the voice didn't look like a black vulture.

Mo Tong suddenly became alert, took a step forward, grabbed the collar of the 'black vulture', and shook his sandbag-sized fist in front of the other party's eyes: "You are not a black vulture! Who are you?"

"It's me!" Lao Wang couldn't laugh or cry, this guy is not crazy, he can recognize the appearance of Hei Wukai, so he can't hear his own voice?

Mo Tong's mouth opened: "Wang, Wang Feng?"

"!, otherwise who do you think will save you!" Lao Wang slapped him on the arm that was twisting his collar, opened his hand, and glared at him: "Do you think you are a peerless beauty?"

Mo Tong felt that his brain was a little short-circuited, let go of Wang Feng and took a step back, and carefully looked him up and down: "I'll go...... You're shameless, aren't you? Why are you pretending to be a black vulture?"

He stretched out his hand and touched Wang Feng's face, with a look of surprise: "How did you get this thing?"

"How do you speak? What is shameless? Is this called wisdom!" Lao Wang's buttocks and the back of his head still hurt, rubbing with one hand, and pointing at Mo Tong with the other: "I really can't say anything about you, what about your brain? If I don't pretend to be a black Wukai, I can swagger here to help you scare people? If I don't help you scare people, just your half-dead appearance in the past two days, I don't know how many times you have been killed!"

"What scares, what is half-dead...... What's the mess?" Mo Tong scratched his head.

"Pretend, you continue to pretend!" Lao Wang glanced at him: "What's the matter with yourself, don't you have a little pressure in your heart? What, the injury is healed? The bones in the whole body don't hurt anymore...... Huh?"

Lao Wang walked over and looked up and down at Mo Tong, only to see that the bandage that was originally wrapped around his body had been directly broken during the action just now, and the splint on his arm had been smashed off, revealing his naked muscles.

The spiritual jade paste applied to the surface of the body was gone, and in its place was red skin, including many places where the skin was originally broken, and new skin had grown at this time.

Lao Wang felt his eyes light up slightly.

I fell to the ground just now and fell in pain, and I didn't pay attention to it, but when I looked closely, I found that Mo Tong was not only in good health, but even felt that his soul power had improved a point compared to before.