Liu Tugou took the long knife, weighed it, and said with a smile: "Zhang Qi has always heard of the legend of this Lost Fox Valley?"

"You know?" Zhang asked rhetorically.

"I don't know. ”

Without waiting for Zhang Yuan to get angry, Liu Tugou turned his head and left, he waved his long knife, used the back of the knife to drive away the two prison guards who were opening the way in front, and walked at the forefront of the team with a big grin.

It was already completely dark, and except for the light of the torches, the branches of individual ancient trees could no longer be distinguished in the darkness, and only the strange outlines of the ancient trees could be seen like splashes of ink.

Liu Tugou swung his knife to cut off a long vine that was blocking his chest, and looked back, the firelight was beating on everyone's faces, and the surrounding of the team was also a thick darkness and oppressive silence.

He took a few steps, and suddenly his heart fluctuated.

It felt familiar, and somehow he remembered the moment when he had hid behind the bushes and listened to the old fox and the bandits.

Liu Tugou's heart moved, and he suddenly pressed his left index finger on the blade of the long knife, and with a slight force, blood seeped out from his fingertips.

Liu Tugou pointed his blood-dipped finger on his forehead and wiped it down along the vertical mark in the center of his eyebrows, and at this moment, his eyes bloomed with an unusually bright look. Because of this simple action, his face suddenly turned pale, as if he was suffering from a serious illness.

He blinked vigorously, then looked at the darkness in front of him, and suddenly couldn't help but let out a sigh of surprise.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuan, who had been keeping an eye on Liu Tugou, walked behind a prisoner who had hugged a dead man's thigh, and slashed his left arm with a knife that was tense in his muscles, and the flesh immediately collapsed, and blood gushed out.

The unlucky prisoner was suddenly stabbed, his arm was weak, and he almost threw the stump in his hand to the ground, and hurriedly hugged it. His face turned pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he didn't know whether it was pain or fear.

Ignoring the prisoner's muffled snort of pain, Zhang Yuan reached out and grabbed the wound, wiped it on his forehead, and opened his eyes to look at it......

The evening breeze was blowing, and the darkness was still the same, just like before.

After a pause for a few breaths, the hundred horsemen suddenly surged up, and his face instantly turned red.

Liu Tugou chuckled, looked at the angry Baiqi Chang and said: "Mr. Zhang Qi, you have no wrong eyes, this is indeed an illusion." ”

Zhang Yuan barely suppressed his anger, gritted his teeth and said, "How to crack it?"

Liu Tugou sighed, flashed his index finger that had just stopped bleeding to everyone, and explained: "This is the second time I have encountered an illusion in most of my life, and the first one is very easy to crack. ”

He met everyone's expectant gaze and said very firmly: "As long as the person who enters the formation commits suicide, the phantom array will be self-defeating." ”

"Vertical Zi'an dares to deceive me!"

Zhang Yuan couldn't bear it anymore, roared angrily, and rushed forward with an arrow, stabbing straight with a knife.

Liu Tugou thrust the long knife that had just arrived on the ground, his toes were a little on the hilt, his body flew backwards, and the whole person was attached to an ancient tree behind him.

The ancient tree was so thick and tall that it was impossible to see how tall it was in the dark.

Liu Tugou didn't wait to land, his left heel slammed on the thick tree, and the whole person jumped upwards with strength.

There was a muffled thud, and a long knife of death plunged headlong into the trunk of the tree.

Zhang Yuan followed, abandoned the knife and reached out, trying to grab Liu Tugou's calf.

Liu Tugou's right leg shrank, dodging Zhang Kite's claw and kicking on the trunk at the same time, and the whole person rose up again.

His actions were really strange, Zhang Yuan saw that he couldn't catch this slippery deputy envoy, and the other party didn't seem to want to run away, so he simply pulled the knife out of the tree, raised his head with the knife, and wanted to see what Liu Tugou was going to do.

The rest of the crowd had already stopped, and at this time they were also looking up, looking at the figure that rose higher and higher in the firelight.

Liu Tugou's breath of aura in his chest did not dissipate, and he stepped on it several times in a row, and it rose several feet in a blink of an eye. Seeing that the trunk of the tree was getting thinner and thinner, and the branches were becoming more and more, he turned over with a light and dexterous turn, and firmly hung a thick branch with both hands, and climbed up like an ape.

He quickly climbed into the lush canopy, and if it weren't for the shaking of the branches and leaves, it would have been difficult for everyone under the tree to find Liu Tugou's figure.

Of course, the blood of ordinary people has no effect on the illusion, but who is the second master, who is the madman who dares to lock all the slaughtering swords in his body, naturally it is not the same.

Especially this sword is also mixed with the meaning of the destruction of the ancient knife, even if it is just the skin of the second master's own comprehension, it also has its own power.

The real terrifying thing about the grandmaster lies in this, how much combat power has been improved is still secondary, and the important thing is that there are many more mysterious methods that ordinary people can't imagine.

It is regarded as a sign of the true entry of a practitioner in the realm of inspiration, and the next step is to discover his own treasures, and to spy on and even touch the supreme power of the great supernatural powers.

It is delusional to cultivate a supernatural power such as Tianyantong now, so Liu Tugou used a tricky method. He stimulated the eyebrows with the blood containing the sword, and attracted the unknown sea of knowledge, which made the inspiration of the heart lake enhanced in an instant, and caught a little clue of this illusion.

After Liu Tugou entered the canopy, he stopped going up, and finally stopped after moving his position several times according to his memory.

He didn't use the old method of breaking the delusion with blood, because it was too expensive to do so, as evidenced by his pale face, and if he did it again in a short time, he would definitely be greatly injured.

It's okay in normal times, but doing so in front of him is undoubtedly looking for death, after all, he still has to retain enough combat power to deal with the bloody battles that are reasonable.

The sleeves of his robe shook, and the slaughtering knife slipped into his hand, faintly exuding a cold air.

Liu Tugou's face seemed to have a trace of blood, and holding this knife did not mean that he held the whole world, but grasped his heart.

A knife is swung out, and gold and iron resonate!

The entire mountain forest seemed to tremble with this knife, and many people under the tree subconsciously took a step back and regained their footing.

Khooth! Another slash out.

Suddenly the eyes of the people went black, and all the torches were extinguished in an instant.

After a few breaths, everyone finally got used to the change of light.

Zhang Irisao stepped forward and looked around, and was surprised to find that everyone was standing on a road in the middle of the forest, although the trees beside the road were dense, but the distance between the two trees was quite large, and it was far from the need to carve out a path by themselves as before.

There was a faint mist in the mountains and forests, and the moonlight, which was as clear as water, was blurred by the mist, showing a hazy dark yellow, but it could still illuminate the trees and roads clearly.

At the end of the corridor, there is a faint outline of a building.

There was a burst of exclamations in the procession, and everyone was shocked to find that the torches that had been used for lighting were all unlit dead branches.

By the way, what about the young and unspeakable "deputy envoy"?

Zhang Yuan looked up again, only to find that there was an extremely high bronze flagpole standing not far from the side of the road ahead.

At the top of the flagpole was a man squatting, and in his hand a flag with a severed tether was flying in the wind.

The person is Liu Tugou, and there are four words written on the flag - "Lingying Hou Feng".