In the dense forest, Lao Xi and the tiger can flee quickly, and the dense branches and thorny shrubs do not hinder them in the slightest.

"Hell, how did these humans find us?" Lao Xi complained as he ran, "It can't be that the humans looking for you betrayed us, right?" he suddenly turned his head to stare at Hu Nengdao, his green eyes shining with a fierce light.

"No way!" Tiger Neng shook his head, "why bother with such effort if they want to deal with us, and besides, we don't have anything worth their trouble." ”

"Who knows?" Lao Xi shrugged his shoulders, but in his heart he believed Hu Neng's words.

"What do we do now?"

A sharp glint flashed in Hu Neng's eyes, and his hoarse voice was as cold as ice, "Maybe we should let these humans retreat, what do you think, Lao Xi." ”

"Hehe, it's jungle. Old Xiyin laughed, "This is our territory, whether it's in the wasteland continent or on this broken island. ”

"Then ......"

"Do it!"

The two tacitly separated left and right, and after going around in a circle, they silently pounced backwards from both sides.

The black-faced man rushed to the front, not because of how fast his body was, but because he practiced kung fu horizontally, no matter what stood in front of him, he crashed straight over, like a humanoid giant beast, opening a road paved with broken leaves and broken branches in the dense forest.

The other Zhantang disciples were happy and relaxed, and they all followed him forward.

The black-faced man's name is Nakayamano, and he is also well-known in the battle hall, not because of how high his strength is, but because he fights with a horizontal iron cloth shirt, and is nicknamed "Mad Bear".

However, although the fight in the mountains is crazy, he is not stupid, on the contrary, he hides a clever heart under his honest appearance.

In fact, when he rushed out, he thought that he didn't have a thermal imager, and deliberately caused such a big movement, first, to prevent the murderer from sneaking attack, and second, to let Tucson know the location of the others and find it as soon as possible.

He played a good abacus, and sure enough, Hu Neng and Lao Xi, who secretly came back, just glanced at it and gave up taking it as a target, it was too conspicuous, even if he succeeded in killing this big black man, the two of them would be exposed.

The purple-clothed disciple who ran at the end of the team became their target.

Mao Wenhui followed his brothers and rushed forward, looking at Zhongshan Ye, who had made a huge movement in front of him, he couldn't help but pouted in his heart, "This stupid person, such a waste of physical strength, even if he catches up with the murderer for a while, will he still have the strength to fight?"

His body technique is actually excellent among these Zhantang disciples, deliberately running at the end is to save some physical strength, catch up with the murderer and fight for a while, not to mention taking more credit, in case you can't fight, you also have the strength to escape!?

Just thinking about it proudly, suddenly the hairs on his back stood on end, and cold sweat burst out of his pores in an instant.

Without thinking about it, Mao Wenhui waved his hand and slashed backwards, and at the same time unfolded his body, and was about to fly forward.

At this moment, his abdomen suddenly tightened, and a red rope went around his waist at some point, pulling it tightly.

Frightened, Mao Wenhui hurriedly reached out and grabbed the "red rope" and pulled it outward, but he didn't expect that the "rope" was extremely elastic, but it was constantly pulled, and there was a slippery and greasy feeling at the tentacles.

The red rope shrank back suddenly, Mao Wenhui fell back involuntarily, a dark shadow appeared in front of him, his neck suddenly cooled, and his consciousness completely fell into endless darkness.

"Be careful!"

"Someone sneaked up!"

The two battle halls in front of them discovered the movement behind them, but when they turned around, they had no time to rescue, so they could only watch as a tall black shadow pounced on Mao Wenhui like a violent wind, twisted his neck at once, and then pounced into the dense forest.

"Mao Wenhui is dead. ”

A disciple stepped forward and probed Mao Wenhui's snort on the ground and exclaimed loudly.

"The murderer is in the woods. ”

"Beware of sneak attacks, everyone!"

"Formation, formation!"

Fortunately, these Battle Hall disciples were all experienced in battles and experienced in combat, and after a moment of panic, they immediately formed a circle, staring at the depths of the dark dense forest around them, and began to slowly move in the direction where the black shadow disappeared.

Unfortunately, this time they will not meet a regular opponent, but an intelligent race that they have never fought before, and they will face a fighting style that they have never encountered before.

"Brush!"

A thin rope-like black shadow suddenly shot out from the dense forest, the speed was extremely fast, and a purple-clothed disciple in front of him immediately swung his knife to block, but unexpectedly, this "rope-like black shadow" was soft and tough, and the steel knife not only did not break, but bounced the steel knife back.

The rope-like black shadow quickly circled around the disciple of this battle hall, and suddenly retracted, dragging him into the dark forest.

This battle was like a rabbit falling from a duck, and the Zhantang disciples on both sides didn't have time to help, and their companions had disappeared from the circle formation, followed by a sharp scream.

Damn it!

A Zhantang disciple seemed to be unable to endure this strange atmosphere, waved the short gun in his hand, shouted loudly, and threw himself into the dense forest.

"Don't!"

Nakazuno was standing next to this person, it was too late to stop him, he gritted his teeth, and simply shouted: "The circle is moving faster, and everyone is going to cut down the tree." ”

His mind was spinning very quickly, and after discovering that this dense jungle had become a cover for the other party, he immediately gave the right order.

The circle of the remaining six people was like a big friction plate, spinning and moving towards the dense forest where the black shadow had disappeared, and the big trees fell to the ground one after another, and the sunlight shone in.

Soon, the corpse of the companion who had been taken away before appeared in front of him, and the upper and lower parts of his body were strangely folded backwards, and the whole person had been broken off by the waist.

Two strange-looking creatures stood in the shadows in front of the corpse, green eyes and amber eyes staring at them coldly.

"Those three boys are right, they are really two murderers, and they are all mutants!" Zhongshan Ye secretly exclaimed.

At this moment, one of the tall figures stepped out of the shadows, the shape of the limbs of the body was no different from that of a human, except for a hairy tiger head on the neck, two sharp fangs on the upper jaw protruding from the outside of the mouth, and amber eyes full of murderous intent.

The tiger-headed man was carrying a corpse in his hand, grinning at the six people, as if he was laughing, but his voice was cold and gloomy: "Quack, you humans, are you here to bring us food?"

"Phew!"

Zhongshan Ye snorted and asked, "You two mutants dare to come to my human realm to spread wild, you are really looking for death!"

"Kill my goshawk people, even if you want to die, it's not so easy!"

Another gloomy voice came from the side, and the thin figure of Tucson walked out of the woods, with a fierce face and murderous eyes.

He didn't expect that he was just a little late, and his companions really had an accident.

These two mutants, damn it!