That night, the camp of Wuhou, in the tent of the Chinese army. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dancing candle flame flickered on and off, and a figure walked up and down in front of a portable chair. Occasionally, he would stop to look at the full map of Shaozhou City hanging on the screen behind his chair.

The restless person in the tent was Zhou Ming, who was still waiting for news from the Elite Group.

There was no one in the tent but him. Even Mo Yu stayed here for a while and chose to rest for a while. When a person is not in the mood to see your sign language, it is undoubtedly half the effort to go up and persuade you.

The shadow was reflected in the military tent, big and small. Zhou Ming suddenly shouted towards the upper body of his shadow: "What person!"

The two guards guarding outside the tent immediately lifted the curtain and came in with a gust of wind. But except for Zhou Ming, there are no other figures in the tent.

"It's nothing, it's a day's march, the brothers are tired, you don't need to stay outside my tent, let's rest." ”

"Yes. ”

When he couldn't feel the breath of the two anymore, Zhou Ming frowned, and said again in a calm voice: "Sneaky people, can you come out?"

A masked man in a dark blue ninja costume immediately clapped his hands, turned out from behind the screen, and said, "It is worthy of Zhou Ming, who is on the rise, soaring, and has the demeanor of a leader." ”

Zhou Ming's muscles were already tense invisibly, he suppressed a low chuckle, and unspeakable anger brewed in his laughter, and said, "Okay, you Dongying people, you are really getting bolder and bolder." ”

Immediately did not shout, and the family legend of the tiger claw method went up and down towards the ninja claw at the same time. The ninja's skills are also very good, and he dismantled with Zhou Ming between the square inches of the Chinese military tent, and did not touch anything in the tent.

A set of claw techniques is about to be exhausted, and the set killing is resolved one by one by the ninja without knowing anything, and the other party seems to have seen through him. Zhou Ming's doubts suddenly appeared, he took a few steps and stopped.

"Who the hell are you?"

The ninja took off the mask, and his face was full of smiles: "Zhou Ming, it's me." ”

"Xijie!"

Yes, in his academic career, only Xi Jie had seen him make this claw method completely during the accident. After the two sparred, he was still wondering where Xi Jie's martial arts had been learned.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the former friend of Mo Rebellion was actually a Dongying ninja. Looking at this, he is still a Dongying spy who has been lurking in Shenzhou for a long time.

Zhou Ming took off his shirt and pulled out a dagger from the side of his thigh, and he was about to cut off his robe and break his righteousness according to the saying of the ancients.

Xi Jie's pupils shrank, how out of line this little naughty boy is. He hurriedly stopped: "Wait, wait." "Seeing that he is anxious, if the Moon Leader Ninja is there, one or two must be dropping.

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With both swords in hand, he stabbed as hard as he could, and he lived up to his expectations and stabbed into the cliff.

The violent downward momentum suddenly stopped, and the sword body was tilted a few points, and both arms were strangled at the same time.

Xuan Ming found the narrow support point and breathed a sigh of relief.

The cliffs under Unzen Terrace are not as straight as knives like Xiyue Huashan, but occasionally have strange rocks and overlapping cliffs. While they saved Xuan Ming's life, they also left a red mark on him.

At this time, the sea of clouds outside the sea of clouds and mountains was brewing, and the original white clouds swept up the black clouds in the sky, like a ghost door closed, and sometimes monsters opened their teeth and claws.

On weekdays, the sea of clouds is together, and the entire Shaozhou City is like a fairyland located in the fog. In every gesture, the clouds are flying.

Today, the sea of clouds rises again, but it has turned Shaozhou City into a deep and mysterious and dark Huangquan Hell.

Among them, the corpses who forage for food and walk around like wild beasts are homeless ghosts.

Xuan Ming didn't care about this, now his body was hit by several pieces, and the abdomen that was hit before falling off the cliff was even more spicy from time to time, and it seemed that he was poisoned by the corpse that mocked him.

This also explains why the other party can be killed on the spot, but chooses to fall off the cliff, which is simply handsome but useless. How many novels have the protagonist fallen off the cliff and found an adventure, and since then he has cultivated to the sky.

The black and red Taiji diagram in the dantian turned quickly, fighting against the spicy poison that kept seeping into the abdomen. It seems to be a draw, but Xuan Ming still has the feeling that he won't be able to bear it if he doesn't sit down and lower his breath.

For now, the only way to do this is to fall off the cliff as soon as possible. Xuan Ming looked up at the top of the cliff above that had been obscured by the mist, and gave up on climbing up.

Yunhai Mountain obviously has two sentinels of the Blood Refining Sect, and that corpse control envoy is probably the one who leads this mountain.

Not far below, there is a small platform created by overlapping cliffs, barely enough for one person to settle.

Xuan Ming was lucky with his left hand, and grabbed the gap in the cliff stone fiercely, his fingers almost broke through the stone, and his right hand pulled out Yan Shan, only to see that there was no scratch on the sword. He was both happy and heavy in his heart.

I am glad that I got such a divine sword, but I am heavy because of my unfamiliarity with the sword technique of Yan Shan. His sword moves are quite a bit like the meaning of the tiger painting the cat, and today when he encounters the corpse control envoy who cultivates above him, not only can he not save himself, but also affects the inheritance of his predecessors and is ridiculed.

The platform was too small, and Xuan Ming struggled to put the sword into the sheath, compared the distance, and jumped lightly.

The imaginary steadiness did not appear, because the reckless true qi caused the abdomen to fall halfway, and there was a colic.

Fortunately, this platform is located at the entrance of an ancient cave, which looks narrow but is actually spacious. As soon as Xuan Ming landed, he fell to his knees and subconsciously covered his abdomen with both hands. The spicy poison in the abdomen was slowly but irreversibly infiltrating and spreading towards the dantian.

"Who?"

At this moment, there was a fierce cry from inside the cave.

"The Pure Void Sect... Xuan Ming. ”

I don't know if it's friend or foe, Xuan Ming held his stomach with one hand, put the other hand on the hilt of the sword, stood up with difficulty, and replied.

The cave fell silent, and with the dim daylight, I could vaguely see two people sitting in this ancient cave on the cliff wall of the mountain.

Seeing that the other party didn't ask again, and didn't continue to show hostility, Xuan Ming sat down on the cave wall by himself. Ten spirits spent two or three points on guard.

Rather than exploring why there are people in this place, it is the first priority to hurry up and suppress toxicity.

"Yes... Someone... Come on?"

"Hmm. ”

Xuan Ming opened his eyes and saw a lying person sit up with difficulty, his hands fluttering, and he grabbed the other person's shoulders before stopping.

"Tie the edges?"

He asked, turning his head to try to find Xuan Ming's location. His eyes were closed, his eyelids were black, and it looked as if there were two deep hollows in his face.

"Ren Huancheng's Xuanming faction. His companion replied.

"Xuan Ming, do you have a common name Guan Cheng?" the blind man's tone was a little excited.

Xuan Ming fixed his eyes and looked again, leaning on the residual light under the black fog outside the cave, the person in front of him seemed a little familiar?