The attack comes silently, and can kill the general-level monk.

Fang Yun dodged.

But Fang Yun didn't understand the source and principle of this attack.

In other words, when encountering this kind of attack again, Fang Yun could still be hit.

So, how did this attack come about, and why was it so powerful!

Fang Yun hopes to find the answer here.

The black-clothed black sword left, and the onlookers on the bright side didn't say a word, and the birds and beasts scattered.

There was no fierce fighting at the scene, only a devastated battlefield was left.

Wu Guan hated it so much, and at this time he could only lift his spirits, organize his companions to clean up the scene, and quickly set up camp defenses.

There was no sound of fighting, and the surroundings were completely quiet.

But in Fang Yun's subtle perception, there were at least five or more monks lurking around the battlefield.

Perhaps, these five monks are just like themselves, waiting for the final enemy to appear.

Of course, it is also possible that the real enemy is among these five monks.

At least four monks were killed on the scene, and the guy who secretly did it should stand up and absorb the starlight.

At that point, you should be able to see a lot of things.

Fang Yun cautiously observed the situation around him.

Time passed little by little, everyone was waiting patiently, and no one moved.

The sky gradually darkened, and the goose feathers and snow were blowing one after another, and after a while, the land was already vast, and the once messy battlefield had been covered by snow, as if everything was calm.

The temporary camp of the Wuguan generals also set up a basic defense and began to prepare for the night.

Because it had just been impacted by the black-clothed black sword, the Wuguan camp had become one of the camps with the weakest defense, so at this moment, Wuguan did not dare to be careless, and took his main battle group to patrol outside, indicating that he was on high alert.

It's just that the Wuguan camp has been stormed, and the defense has been broken, and at this time, even if he wants to rebuild the camp, he doesn't have time.

Two hours later, night shrouded and a bonfire was lit in the camp, and Wuguan was still patrolling in person.

But at a certain moment, in the middle of the camp, the bonfire that was burning, suddenly burst into flames.

All the monks were startled and stepped back a little, highly nervous and wary at the campfire.

In the light of the fire, the faces of many monks were quite ugly, and they looked so hideous.

With a hula, the flames burst out, the flames swayed, and they turned into a human figure, and then, with a bang, exploded, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The Wuguan general shouted: "Who is pretending to be a ghost, get out of ...... for me"

With a swipe of the holy sword in his hand, the bright light bloomed in the dark night, and the Wuguan battle killed the bonfire.

It's just that at the moment when the brilliance rose, beside the Wuguan general, a monk suddenly screamed, and his whole body was like a snowman melted by the brilliance, melting little by little.

The Wuguan battle general rushed over the bonfire, and the holy sword encountered an invisible opponent, and the void erupted with a clanging sound.

Under Fang Yun's eyes, he could vaguely see a faint shadow of flames, fighting quickly with the Wuguan generals.

The existence of this shadow is quite peculiar, as if it is itself an invisible fire.

Fang Yun felt that this shadow was equivalent to a cultivator in the state of Fire Escape Technique.

From this state of analysis, it is very likely that this shadow is a monk of the hellish race.

Legend has it that the Hellish inhabit the dark underground volcanoes and are the darlings of the flames, possessing a formidable ability to control fire.

The shadow monk in front of him has the art of fire escape, and his attack method is extremely strange, so he should be the hell race.

The Wuguan camp was first killed by the black-clothed black sword, and the battle damage was not small.

Now he has been killed by this Hell Clan monk again, and has suffered heavy losses again.

Almost instantly, five Wuguan Camp Cultivators had already fallen on the spot, and ten starlight flew towards the invisible flame shadow.

After this guy got the starlight, he blocked the Wuguan warrior a few times, and disappeared into the air without a sound.

It's weird, and it's even weirder.

But the Wuguan camp suffered another heavy blow.

In fact, after being troubled by the black-clothed black sword and the hellish man just now, the core battle group of the Wuguan camp has been lost, and the battle losses of the two-star and three-star monks have exceeded half.

After the hell man left, Wu Guan's face turned pale, and the holy sword in his hand was pestled straight in the middle of the field, and he shouted loudly: "Whoever wants to continue to stretch out his hand to my camp must bear my thunderous wrath! No matter who dares to come out, then we will not die!"

A camp, after losing its defenses and losing its strength, actually becomes a piece of fat.

The Wuguan generals also understood the seriousness of the problem, so they issued a warning and showed their attitude, anyone who attacked the Wuguan camp at this time would have to withstand the suicidal onslaught of Wuguan.

It's just that the Wuguan camp has become the prey at this time, and no matter how powerful Wuguan is, it can't change the fact that it was slaughtered.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the mood of the monks in the Wuguan camp had just stabilized, the battlefield had just been cleaned up, and the mutation had occurred again.

A monk suddenly put his hands on his throat, his eyes showed a look of horror, and he struggled to stand up straight, but as soon as he got up, he fell to the ground with a thud, and convulsed.

Wu Guan roared: "Wu Ling, what's wrong with you?"

Wu Ling stretched out a hand and pointed behind Wu Guan, wanting to say something.

Wu Guan hurriedly turned around, but did not notice in the slightest.

Turning around again, he suddenly found that Wu Ling's hand had hung down weakly, and he fell silently on the spot.

Wu was shocked, and the holy sword in his hand bloomed again.

But this time, Wu Guan failed to find the enemy's location, and not far from Wu Ling's side, another monk held his throat with both hands, and fell miserably in front of the bonfire.

Wu was shocked and looked at the monk. Under the light and firelight, his face became extremely ugly and grim.

At this moment, he had understood it very clearly.

The Wuguan camp has really become the prey and has become the target of hunting by the great powers.

The monks who did it were all extremely strong, and they all had combat power and strength far beyond the martial arts.

This time, I am afraid that the Wuguan camp will really be wiped out.

What annoyed Wu was that the other party didn't reason with him at all. I don't give myself time to recover, and it's a ruthless move.

This time, the capital accumulated by Wuguan for many years was destroyed.

At this time, even if Wuguan tried his best to find someone, he couldn't find any trace of the enemy's existence.

There has never been a moment when Wu Jie has such depression and grievances.

Follow your brothers and get killed one by one!

What does it feel like?

If possible, Wu Guan would like to flee with his brothers.

However, there is no such opportunity.

The Thousand Stars Battlefield is a closed space, and once a camp is breached, it will inevitably face the ruthless harvest of wolves.

Holding the holy sword, Wu Guan stood in the middle of the field with an expressionless face, and a boundless evil aura surged from his body, if he could find the enemy, he would definitely fight desperately.

Fang Yun was still watching the battle, but from the few monks who had just fallen to the ground, Fang Yun sensed a different aura, and had his own judgment on the reasons why several monks fell to the ground.

The fire was blazing.

Wuguan was angry, and the atmosphere was quite depressing.

There was a deathly silence all around.

Strangely, no one claimed the starlight on the bodies of several fallen monks.

While on guard, Wu Guan said in a low voice: "Clean up for Xiao Ling, cremate him, and go back with his ashes......"

As soon as the voice fell, the situation changed abruptly.

Wu Ling, who fell to the ground, and another monk suddenly burst out, both of them drew their swords, and killed Wu Guan.

Wu Guan was furious: "Xiao Ling, what are you doing?"

A monk shouted loudly: "Be careful, my lord, this is no longer a martial ......."

Before the words fell, outside the camp, four figures suddenly came out and broke through to the camp forcefully.

Fang Yun couldn't help but squint his eyes underground.

These four are the monks who have been killed in front of them, and at this time they have undergone a mutation, and they have been controlled by the secret masters, and they have launched an attack on the Wuguan camp.

Wu Guan was furious, and if any enemy appeared, he might do whatever it took to die with the enemy.

However, on the battlefield of the Hundred Tribes, many things are not subject to his will.

These monks who shot out were not in the right state at first glance, and they looked like puppet-like existences, but they were still extremely strong.

It's really not worth it to fight hard with these people!

Repelling Wu Ling, Wu Guan greeted the four monks who had entered the camp and began a fierce battle.

The strength of these four is actually not weak, and every time they face Wuguan, they can not fall behind.

The Wuguan camp faced the onslaught of the four major monks, and it was suddenly completely collapsed and was about to be destroyed.