A rolling swamp appeared in front of Cui Zhilian.

He slowed down and looked around, and there was an empty space in all directions, and the gray-white reed flowers were swept up by the cold wind, and flew wildly. The humid air smelled of rotting grass and mud, and there was a faint smell of weirdness.

Cui Zhilian's gaze finally fell on the footprints of the swamp: three pairs of footprints, one large and two small, clearly sunk into the wet and soft mud, extending to the depths of the swamp. The footprints were surrounded by radial mud marks, as if they had been splashed up as they ran as hard as they could.

With the scheming of that sword-wielding young man, how could he leave such obvious traces? Cui Zhilian stared at the strings of footprints on the mudflats, more like deliberately leaving footprints to lure him in.

They are not trying to escape, but to hunt themselves!

The tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs!

The indescribable humiliation rushed to Cui Zhilian's heart like a raging fire, burning his cheeks red and hot, as if oozing blood.

"Bang!" A slapped mud splashed, Cui Zhilian stepped on the footprints unscrupulously, followed the direction, and rushed all the way into Shenze. Along the way, there were scattered low shrubs, fern moss thickening, and patches of reeds forming undulating gauze tents. Occasionally, there was a rustling sound from the silence, and then it was drowned out by the rumbling sound of the dark river.

"Poof!" Cui Zhilian's feet suddenly sank, the top soil collapsed, and one leg sank into the wet and soft mud, and he sank straight in. There were originally footprints left here, but they fell when they stepped on it, and they couldn't stand on it at all, which was obviously a disguised trap.

"Dududu-" The mud around him blistered, and Cui Zhilian's body fell and sank involuntarily. He doesn't panic, he evens out his breathing and relaxes his muscles. At this time, if you struggle hard, you will fall deeper and deeper, and it will be difficult to get out.

The right hand quietly pinched out the technique, and the left hand clapped a palm, Cui Zhilian fell down sharply with a little anti-shock force, his body lay flat, slid backwards like a fish, and his left leg got out of the quagmire.

"Boom!" a boulder flew out of the reeds on the left, smashing it with the sound of the howling wind. Cui Zhihuan snorted coldly, leaning sideways, avoiding the boulder, and at the same time activating the spell that had been prepared for a long time. A bloody light shot out like an arrow, swept straight by, and hit the direction where the boulder came, causing the reeds to break one after another, and the debris to scatter.

No one!

"Smack!" the boulder crashed into the moor, stirring up a large wave of mud. Immediately afterwards, dozens of grinding plate-sized rocks flew out from all directions, like a raging storm, smashing towards Cui Zhilian one after another.

Cui Zhilian writhed rapidly and dodged frequently. The mud exploded everywhere, splattered in all directions, and the rocks smashed into the mud and sank rapidly.

Cui Zhilian caught a glimpse of more than a dozen thin vines turned out of the mud, which had been buried in the mud before and had not been discovered. Thinking that when he broke out of the quagmire just now, he touched the thin vine and triggered a small mechanism arranged by the other party, causing the boulder to eject automatically.

Cui Zhilian stretched out his finger and touched a rock, twisting out a few flakes the size of a fingernail, gray in color, covered with white spots, faintly attached to the cloudy mucus, exuding a trace of fishy smell, like eggshells.

Suddenly, the surrounding mud shook violently, and the torrent below rushed in, spreading ripples on the surface of the mire. "Peng!" The mud waves rose into the sky, and a sword-tailed giant crocodile shrouded in darkness emerged from the mire, and Huang Chengcheng's eyes glared at Cui Zhilian, bursting with a ferocious cold light.

Cui Zhilian flicked the thin slice in his hand, and his mind was spinning - this is an eggshell! The other party stole the egg of the sword-tailed giant crocodile, hid it in the mud, and after the boulder smashed it, it not only broke the crocodile egg, but also alarmed the sword-tailed giant crocodile. It can be described as a trap that is one ring after another, and he is not allowed to breathe.

With an angry roar, the sword-tailed giant crocodile opened its densely jagged mouth, and a huge shadow covered Cui Zhilian......

More than two hours later, Zhi Jia Zhen crouched in the reeds, watching Cui Zhilian approach from a distance, and he could barely recognize his appearance.

It seemed to be a vague human form, limping, its hair unkempt, dark sludge dripping from its body with blood, and its bare skin was open and scarred.

This was caused by Ge Shuye. Along this route deep into the swamp, the pony bandits laid nearly a hundred traps. Zhi Hunt has really seen the beast traps that the Wu Clan has played when they hunt, but compared to Geshu Ye, it is simply like a cloud. The simple ropes, the stones, the bush stakes, the moorland beasts...... In the whimsical hands of Ge Shuye, it glows with magical power and transforms into a killing weapon.

"Come out!" Cui Zhilian stepped into the mud puddle, splashing oily sewage. "I know you're here. You want to kill me? Cui is here!" He slowly walked to the reeds, his body was black and stinky, only the eye mask was still white, and it was dazzlingly bright.

Zhi Hunt really didn't move, quietly holding the broken sword. He didn't understand why Cui Zhihuan was desperate to catch up with Cui Zhilian's current situation. Isn't it unwise to be so rash?

"Three ant-like pariahs, don't you want Cui's life? Now that Cui is standing in front of you, are you brave enough to do it?" Cui Zhilian straightened up, and his high-pitched hoarse voice echoed over the dark swamp.

Zhi Hunt Zhen was still unmoved, and the eight-winged golden cicada keenly sensed Cui Zhilian's weakness. He is like a wounded beast that is constantly bleeding, and if patience is exhausted, the blood will run out sooner or later.

"A pariah is a pariah, and a dirty ant only deserves to hide in a hole in the ground for the rest of his life!" After a long time, Cui Zhilian burst into a burst of laughter when he looked up to the sky, he shook his head arrogantly, turned around, and walked back step by step.

"Get out of your grandma's! You are the ant, your whole family is an ant!" At the other end of the reeds, a fat tiger suddenly shouted roughly, and he came out of his head, majestically lifted a piece of gravel the size of a millstone, and smashed it at Cui Zhilian.

This stupid thing...... Zhi Hunt Zhen sighed secretly, and had to emerge from the reeds, and the broken sword pointed diagonally at Cui Zhilian. Since the three of them swore an oath, he had to advance and retreat together. Immortal Heaven's oath is very evil, and he will not easily break it until the moment of life and death.

"Little mouse, why don't you continue to hide?" Cui Zhilian's eyes were burning, staring at Zhi Zhenzhen fixedly, ignoring the boulder that hit him from afar.

Before Zhi Jia Zhen could answer, Cui Zhihuan suddenly slapped his palm and landed on the rock. Silently, the rock limped in mid-air, turned around, and accelerated towards Zhijiazhen.

Zhi Hunt Zhen made a mistake and avoided the boulder, Cui Zhilian had already rushed in front of him, and his hands were dazzling with blood shadows. Zhi Hunt's heart was shocked, and the blood shadow was so fast that he didn't even have time to swing his sword, so he could only pull back.

"Tie the circle, shoot, draw the ......" Cui Zhihuan chased straight up, reciting the mantra of the Demon Gate, and the left surgery recipes emerged in an endless stream, phantom blood cords, blood circles, blood whips, and blood arrows...... The other hand swelled like a fight, the blood was filled, and the waves were like stormy waves, forcing Zhi Hunt Zhen to retreat, and he had no time to draw his sword.

"Whew-" Fat Tiger threw another boulder. Cui Zhihuan didn't look at it, a ray of blood rushed out from his back, rolled up the boulder, threw it violently, and smashed it next to Zhi Hunting's real feet. "Bang!" The mud splashed, the swamp trembled, and Shin Shikari's feet slipped, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

The blood shadow pounced, and Cui Zhilian's right palm slammed down!