The billowing dark gray smoke enveloped the entire Sangmo forest.

Twelve groups of pre-buried * exploded at the same time, shaking the place to the ground.

The most unfortunate thing was Jiang Yu, a group of * was detonated at his feet, and suddenly flew out, and when he fell, the corpse was simply shattered.

There are many people, and it is inevitable that they will be chaotic, and under the raging flames, the children wearing the cold clothes of Moyutang are fleeing in a panic.

Only a few homeowners did not panic and gathered in a circle, keeping Luo Sibing safe in the circle.

Mu Li held a bamboo flute from his waist, and the melody he blew out was dashing and lonely.

You can't figure out why Mu Li played the flute at this time, because the magic in the song was only feasible for the children of Moyutang.

So the song is only a few moments, and the footsteps are already calm.

Although some timid people dispersed towards the outside of the forest, most of them actually withdrew, and started to circle a circle, covering several homeowners, and at the same time waiting for a sudden attack at any time.

A small song can dispel the panic in people's hearts, on the one hand, it shows Mu Li's control over the people of Moyutang, and on the other hand, it can also be seen that the children of Moyutang are really well-trained.

Immediately after that, Mu Li shouted.

"Mon. ”

More than 40 people took out a black cloth from the inner clip on the chest of the winter suit, and in the same way, wrapped around their faces, covering their noses and throats together. At this time, even if there is any poisonous smoke blowing, there is nothing to be done.

Several homeowners also rolled up their sleeves, covered their mouths and noses, and followed a group of children.

Mo Yutang's disciples all gently hooked their left hands in front of their chins, with swords on their arms, no matter how tall or short, their feet and feet were slightly bowed, and in the flames and dense fog, they cautiously explored step by step.

Even if you are from the ghost army, you will be amazed by the style of these people.

The defense built in a short period of time also has a terrifying majesty, and if you don't have the courage to charge, you really don't dare to attack this group of people.

"Boom, boom, boom".

But it was three arrows in quick succession that broke the loneliness.

The three arrows were shot in turn from different directions, but the strength of the arrows was different.

The first arrow was undoubtedly fast, the second arrow slowed down slightly, and the third arrow was no longer a problem, so that the three arrows arrived at the same time, and at the same time inserted into the hearts of the three children.

The three of them did not make a sound, but fell back and fell without any life.

When the bow was drawn, another round of firing was performed, and three arrows arrived at the same time, one barely survived, and two still had the arrows in their faces.

Lu Muqing already had a judgment, Lu Muqing said.

"There is only one archer. ”

Everyone in the hall knows that although Lu Muqing doesn't know any martial arts, his judgment has always rarely made mistakes, not to mention that he is not completely sure and will never speak at will, so his words are conclusive, and what he says is really trustworthy.

A person who constantly changes positions while also ensuring that the three downed arrows can be shot in a single salvo, just a little thought in his mind is inevitably moving.

Mu Li pondered for a moment and gave the order.

"Mandala. ”

The array of Moyutang has changed again.

According to the head of the first person in the row, the next person stepped forward, and the tight circle of the right person turned into two layers, which was a little sparse. Then they were in a group of two, staggering in circles, and the swords in their hands also swirled and danced like a barrier, like a suffocating mandala.

The people continued to walk under the cover of the mandala array.

In the face of such a strong defense, the archer gradually fell silent.

Just because the arrows don't fall doesn't mean you can survive it.

The mandala array can effectively resist the arrows fired from a distance, but it can't stop the attack.

In vain, as if it was a hand covering the sky and the sun, a pair of giant palms struck, plucked on the faces of the two people, and quietly broke the necks of the two people.

Those two palms are simply bigger than the entire head of an ordinary person.

The person is tall, as if he is two feet, with thick eyebrows, a green steel face, and green steel eyes, staring at everyone, like an iron-skinned wolf hunting on the grassland.

With a push of the palm of this man's hand, he attacked the heads of three or four of his children, and he had time to bow his head before he could leave his life behind, otherwise his neck would be broken by a blow.

So, the group was in a dilemma.

This man is burly and tall, and unless Guan Duyi can come, no matter who fights hard, he can't please him.

But slowness is also a weakness of this person, if he can let go of his feet and run, after a few breaths, the towering giant palm will no longer be able to catch up.

It's not bad to think about it, but there is an archer with a bow waiting outside for everyone to mess around.

For a while, Mu Li couldn't make up his mind, and his mind was anxious.

Du Bazhi couldn't bear it anymore after all, and scolded and scolded.

"Grandma's. ”

He raised the tiger blade again, and turned around to cut through the crowd and fight this man who was a few heads taller than himself.

No one should stop him, because Du Bazhi is the most arrogant blade of Moyutang, used to cut through thorns and thorns, and to cut grass and roots.

With hope, everyone watched Du Ba point towards the giant one by one.

But one of them pressed Du Bazhi's arm.

Du Bazhi pushed the hand on his arm away, turned around, and just took Liang Luyu's eyes.

Liang Luyu's temples were white, and Liang Luyu shook his head.

Du Bazhi couldn't help but say.

"Old man, why are you shaking your head?"

Liang Luyu asked in a low voice.

"Lian Po is old, can you still eat?"

Du Bazhi's brows were tightly wrinkled together, and he said.

"What?"

Liang Luyu still said the same thing, and still asked like that.

"Lian Po is old, can you still eat?"

Of course, Lu Muqing understood what Liang Luyu meant, but Lu Muqing refused.

"Old landlord Liang, I can't help it. ”

Liang Luyu was smiling gently, and the wrinkles of vicissitudes were wrapped around his face, but they covered his smile.

Liang Luyu said.

"What is in this world, how can it not be done!"

"You mainstays, none of them can be missing, and none of them can leave. ”

Liang Luyu took out a cigarette stick, many years ago, smoking had been quit, and he kept it by his side.

Looking at the somewhat mottled cigarette stick, the vicissitudes of life also had a bright light flashing, as if he had suddenly returned to the prime of life, relying on the cigarette stick in his hand and the method of 8864 hand interception points to break through the rivers and lakes.

There was a delicate bag tied to the cigarette stick, and there was some tobacco hidden in it.

Liang Luyu couldn't help but twist out a handful, carefully spread the blades of grass, and borrowed some fire to burn it. Then purse your mouth and suck slowly.

The familiar smell poured into the chest and abdomen, and the face was full of pleasure.

Liang Luyu couldn't help but smile and muttered to himself.

"If you let your mother-in-law know, you must not be able to help nagging. ”

It's just that Liang Luyu's wife also passed away two years ago.

Liang Luyu stood up straight and said slowly.

"Two more fat and bold ones, come with me and fight that bear. ”