The moonlight fell like a veil of light, through the dense foliage, into the dark mountain stream, and awakened the hungry jackals.

Figures wrapped in black nightwalks flashed rapidly like ghosts, and they were like a swarm of locusts, sweeping in all directions with the wind centered on Tieling.

At this moment, half an hour has passed since the order, and the place where the black shadow passes, whether it is a low-level demonic beast, a civilian with no strength, a family disciple who has returned from training, or a powerful swordsman, they have all been searched and interrogated by them, and all of them have been captured if they resist a little, and after asking the origin, a large number of people died tragically on the spot under their hands.

The scope was expanding step by step, and the black shadows did not let go of even the slightest suspicious place, and they did not have any complaints in their hearts.

In a dark valley, two figures are separated by a foot, and the delicate shadow in tight plain clothes is still gritting her teeth at this moment, she swears that she wants to be good-looking, but she didn't expect to be slighted by him many times, and it is the same sacred place, no... This time there is one more place.

Sikong Haoran was holding a slaughtered wind rabbit in his hand, and just as he was about to start a fire, Wutong stopped his actions with a loud voice: "Sister sent news, there are no less than fifteen black shadows in the vicinity, they are agile, their breath is perfectly disguised, they are obviously professionally trained, and it is very likely that they are killers lurking in the Tieling stronghold!"

Wutong had already told Qingqiu everything that had just happened along the way, but there was an unspeakable scene missing.

"Zongheng, this group of ghostly maggots!" The extremely cold forest cold jumped out from the gap between Sikong Haoran's teeth, and Qiankun Fu ran silently, and every towering tree, shrub, flower and plant turned into his eyes, not too urgent, but gradually spreading.

While observing the movement in the night, I was thinking quickly.

Why did Zongheng discover his traces so quickly, could it be because the two people who were killed had an image from their souls before they died? As soon as this possibility appeared, he completely denied it, because at the same time as the killing, the Soul Refining Ding quickly devoured their souls.

Could it be because of the dark shadow that appeared at the end? How did he detect it? Sikong Haoran asked himself how seamlessly he did it!

Or did they just send people to hunt down the two killers who died, without even discovering his true identity?

Just as Sikong Haoran was justifying himself in his heart, Wutong poured a basin of cold water on top of his head: "There is only one reason why Zongheng dispatched so many killers, and that is that the person who left returned again and discovered the formation you laid out!"

If the black shadow who was carrying his hands outside the big array before knew Qingqiu's inference, he would definitely applaud his hands.

Sikong Haoran's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly realized, the formation, it turned out that something went wrong here!

The Wind Rabbit with the palm of his hand was put into the ring, and the dead wood dragon chant appeared in his palm, and five miles away, two black shadows galloped towards this side quickly.

Just as Sikong Haoran turned around, Wutong appeared beside him, grabbed his wrist and said coldly: "It's not appropriate to do it now, it will startle the grass and snakes, and the vertical and horizontal killers lurking in Tieling, one of them may be close to the star level in strength!"

A killer who is close to the star level, then his strength is at the peak of the primary level of the Sword Emperor to the intermediate level of the Sword Emperor.

Sikong Haoran was 100% sure that he could quietly deal with the two killers who came five miles away, but he didn't dare to guarantee that the two of them had contact information that he couldn't know now.

Once this killer whose strength is close to the star level is alarmed, as long as he and Wutong are restrained for a while, then the nearby vertical and horizontal killers will hear the news and rush over, he has the skill of the sword, but the two of them will not be able to last long together to fly the sword.

Even with murderous intent in his heart, he had to give up this counterattack.

Wutong held his wrist tightly, for fear that he would be as desperate as before, it would not be difficult to solve them, but the difficulty would be to have the strength and back way to retreat from the encirclement.

Every time Sikong Haoran heard the word Zongheng, the killing thoughts and anger in his soul would boil, perhaps because the damage brought to him by Zongheng was too deep, or maybe these two words were like two giant mountains pressing on his chest, making him breathless.

breathed a sigh of relief, the killing intent on his body was all reined, he knew the stakes and the trade-offs, but he just couldn't control it.

If there were no Qingqiu and Wutong, would he be very passive and embarrassed along the way!?

This may be one of the reasons why Jiuyou arranged for their sisters to come.

Sikong Haoran and Wutong quickly retreated, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the two vertical killers appeared where they had stayed before.

"There's a faint smell of blood in the air here. One of them, a six-foot-tall shadow, dodged into a bush, a drop of blood on the leaf of a vegetation that stood out in the dappled moonlight.

I saw him reach out and touch the drops of blood, and then put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

The afterimage flashed and merged into one, and another seven-foot-tall black shadow stood on his side the moment his words fell, his eyes glanced around, and finally stopped on a messy dry firewood, and a heavy low voice came from under the black scarf: "There is no fire, it should have just left!"

When the four eyes met, the two black shadows bowed slightly, leaving their vague backs in the huge forest and branches, and the passing wind frightened the birds and finches, and bent the waist of the blade of grass.

Sikong Haoran, who was running rapidly, grabbed the sycamore, and then hid in the shadow of a tree trunk that required five people to hug him, because three miles away in the southwest and southeast, there were figures rushing towards this side.

There was an interception in front, and then a chasing army.

However, the strength of these two people is not enough to make them afraid, time waits for no one, if there is any delay, the next two will catch up, so the grasshoppers blocking the road must be solved as soon as possible.

Although Wutong's soul realm is not as good as Sikong Haoran, all the wind and grass in this small three-mile land cannot escape her soul perception.

I saw her stretch out her right hand, point to the southwest, and then slash towards her throat.

Sikong Haoran understood what she meant, and without the slightest hesitation, he got up in the southwest direction and wanted to leave, there was a slight sound, and the two bumped into each other, and he felt that his chest was squeezed by two soft and heavy balls.

Wutong's face was slightly red, the towering full moon came with a strange tingling, and the burning flames in his eyes were about to burst out, burning the figure in front of him to ashes, and the shadow butterfly in the palm of his hand seemed to be about to pierce his chest in the slightest sway.

The third time!the third time!!the third time!!

She said important things three times in her heart, which was enough to see how angry she was.

Sikong Haoran stood on her right, her right hand pointing to the southwest, and since both of them were vigorous and resolute people, it was a coincidence that they bumped into each other.

"If you want to blame, you can only command it incorrectly!" Sikong Haoran muttered in his heart, his expression did not change in the slightest, he gathered all the breath in his body, stepped out, and approached the black shadow that was coming quickly to the southwest.

Two miles... One mile... Fifty meters...

The black shadow shuttled through the forest like a vigorous cheetah, and when he was about to cross a wide tree trunk, an extremely fast cold light flashed in his vision, and before his pupils had time to dilate, the ocean of souls instantly collapsed in colic, and the scattered souls were pulled by an irresistible devouring force, and the frightened souls were still in a trance, so they let out a terrible scream.

The dead wood dragon groans that pierced his throat were quickly withdrawn, and the soulless and lifeless body fell into the dead branches and leaves with the splash of blood.

Sikong Haoran didn't look at him again, nor did he dispose of the corpse, and quickly rushed towards the direction where Wutong was. Because as the smell of blood spreads, the low-level demonic beasts lurking here will tear apart his body in an instant.

The two met halfway, without much communication, just one look was enough to express each other's hearts, but Wutong's eyes had a different emotion in the depths, and he whispered: "We have left Tieling for at least a hundred miles, and they have chased after them so quickly, it seems that there are only a lot of killers planted in Tieling." ”

"These two are just small miscellaneous fish, they have a special connection with each other, it seems that at the moment when his life is gone, there is a slight fluctuation in his soul!"

"Subtle fluctuations?" Sikong Haoran groaned, frowning slightly.

The vertical and horizontal killer who was killed by him did not appear in this abnormal imagination, whether it was because of his own soul attack, or because of the soul refining tripod, only this reason can be explained.

"Soul Mark!" Wutong and Sikong Haoran said in unison, without the slightest hesitation, the speed of the two of them increased again, and disappeared far into the night sky.

They must get away from this place as soon as possible, the scene that happened in the mountains behind Tieling has only passed for more than two hours, and a large number of vertical and horizontal killers have appeared, if there is a delay, then the two dead people will attract more black shadows and ghosts.

"Whoosh... Whoosh..."

Eight figures appeared in all directions of the forest, hiding in the treetops, standing on the branches, leaning against the trunks of trees...

And around a mutilated corpse, the stumps and broken arms of low-level demonic beasts were everywhere, Qing Feng got up and stepped back a foot away, standing in front of a black shadow with his hands on his back, and said respectfully: "Lord Zihuan, a fatal blow to the throat, the shot is clean and neat, ruthless and decisive, there is no trace of resistance, its methods are the same as those of professional killers, but..."

"Say!" the black shadow named Zihuan scolded angrily.

Qing Feng's raised head lowered again, and he said tremblingly: "His soul ocean has been seriously damaged, and his soul has disappeared completely!"

"What?" Zihuan was shocked and quickly came to the mutilated corpse: "The soul is really gone!"

Just as he finished speaking, another dark figure appeared, clutching a broken black cloth in his hand.

"Lord Ziyu. Qing Feng moved to the side, looked at the black shadow that appeared beside him, and said respectfully again.

"What did you find?" he ignored Qing Feng, and instead looked at Zihuan, who was carrying his hands behind his back.

So Zihuan told Zi Yu everything he had just learned, only to see him quickly squatting down, his palm on the head of the mutilated corpse, and his eyes gradually cold: "Sure enough, it's him." ”

Zihuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Sikong Haoran?"

"Uh-huh," Zi Yu bowed slightly, handed out the broken black cloth in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Those who can devour or destroy other people's souls so easily in the Five Domains, in addition to the Demon Lord, there are also Sword Sect people Tu Junyue, and the inheritor of the Ancient Killing Domain; ”

Zihuan heard the blood-colored mantuo, his pupils were shocked, his heart trembled fiercely, and he quickly threw away the black cloth in his hand, and the majestic Xuan Qi covered his trembling palm.

As long as a drop, whether it is a living person or a dead person, once it is glued, there are no bones left within three to ten breaths, but... He is ineffective against the strongest who have reached the realm of metamorphosis and whose strength has broken through the Sword Master.

"The other aura that accompanies him must be the people of the dark night, and even in the darkness there is a hidden hand that we don't know," Zi Yu turned around, looked at Zi Huan and said coldly: "If you want to catch the Killer Star Greedy Wolf, we people are far from enough, and we can only send them to death if we go!"

"You lead them to follow you from a distance, leaving behind one or two corpses if necessary. An indifferent soul voice echoed in Qing Feng's ears.

Qing Feng raised his head and saw a pair of emotionless, gloomy eyes like an abyss, and leaned over respectfully to leave.

Zi Yu's palm showed a slight fluctuation of Xuan Qi, and without looking at the mutilated corpse again, he and Zi Huan disappeared under the blurred moonlight one after the other.

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