After walking less than two miles, they encountered another patrol.

This time, it was Yu Hanyan who made a move, killing more than a dozen people with a fierce and fierce sword technique in an instant, and then lifted one from the pool of blood, turned around and asked, "Senior brother, are you sure you want to find their own formation?"

"Well, play a thrill. Qin Yan replied.

Yu Hanyan's eyes flashed with suspicion, but he didn't ask too much, he brought the person in his hand to him, and pressed his hand on the back of his neck, and the person woke up slowly, and when he saw Yu Hanyan, his eyes suddenly widened, and then his limbs fluttered desperately, and he opened his mouth to shout but found that he couldn't make a sound. Yu Hanyan threw him to the ground, and the man rolled twice in a pool of blood, hitting several corpses, and was immediately horrified, only to realize his situation, staggered and wanted to stand up, and fell down halfway through his feet, not daring to make the slightest struggle.

"Get up and take me to your General Shen. Yu Hanyan squinted at him and said lightly.

The sentry scrambled to his feet, his eyes rolling, and he pointed to his mouth. Yu Hanyan sneered: "You don't have to speak, just lead the way in front and bring my family to the camp." ”

The sentry hesitated for a long time, standing still until Gong Yun's cold tone came: "Let's go!" He quickly turned around and ran forward.

The sentinel ran as fast as he could, but he didn't dare to look back. The five of them followed him from a distance, and saw him striding around the mountain road, all the way to the west. Occasionally, when he encountered other patrol teams, Gong Yunchong rushed up and killed them, and by the time the sentry arrived, he could only see corpses all over the ground. The terrible sight frightened him even more and flew forward.

As the road ahead became more and more precipitous, Qin Yan began to sense that something was wrong. How could a large battalion be stationed at such a steep point, and the patrols were becoming fewer and fewer......

The sentry didn't seem to be as familiar with the road as he had been at first, and stumbled several times in succession, climbed up the cliff with his hands and feet, and stumbled into a cave.

What commander would have stationed his army in a cave? And there were no sentry posts in the vicinity at all, but there was a faint smell of fish. It looked like the cave was a lair of a ferocious monster.

Qin Yan waved his hand at the four people behind him, climbed the cliff alone, and walked towards the cave. The sound of even, long breathing came from the dark tunnel, and the smell of fish came from there. He had taken a few steps before he heard the sound of sharp objects striking the stone wall in front of him, and was then swallowed up by a low roar. The aura of the monster in the darkness skyrocketed, and after a blink of an eye, Qin Yan could no longer feel the vitality of the sentinel.

That guy brought the five of himself to this place, deliberately woke up the dormant demon beast, and did not hesitate to bury himself in the belly of the demon, but also tried in vain to use the power of the monster to avenge his comrades.

It's a pity that Qin Yan is one of the few masters in the world in terms of hiding his breath, so he had to wronged the martyr who died in vain. He stopped, and saw several clouds of blue light light in the darkness, the eyes of many monsters. Countless eyes drifted past his hiding place, but no one could find the figure that blended in with the environment. After a while, the sound of sharp teeth chewing flesh gradually stopped, and the monsters looked around, and found nothing unusual, and gradually sank into a deep sleep again.

Feeling that their aura had returned to stability, Qin Yan dared to gather his spirit and look inside, and finally saw the scene inside. It was a cozy cave covered with large fields of hay, and more than a dozen mountain lizards as huge as a small mountain slept next to each other, their huge scales rubbing against each other and making a tooth-aching sound, warning all outsiders who rushed in.

There is absolutely no element of kindness and gentleness in the temperament of mountain lizards. The damn sentinel had lured him here and given him a brilliant inspiration. It is no easy task for five men to infiltrate an enemy camp to assassinate a senior officer, and if these lizards help them, the safety factor will be much higher.

Qin Yan slowly retreated, floated down to the bottom of the cliff, and said to the four people waiting there: "There are more than a dozen big lizards inside, each head is about two people as tall, and that person has already entered their stomachs just now." ”

"Oh, big lizard......" Yu Hanyan raised his head, his eyes flashing with the same violent and cold look as Qin Yan, "It seems that they have given you some inspiration." ”

"Hmm. Now the question is, where is that camp?"

"Find a few more people, not everyone is willing to become demon beast dung. Qin Yan walked back first.

Dozens of miles away from this mountain cliff, a man in a Taoist robe silently looked at the corpse in a pool of blood, his eyes full of blood-like haze. The gorgeously dressed swordsman on the side squatted down to carefully examine the wound in the throat of the corpse, gasped, and muttered, "What a fast sword ......"

The Taoist priest turned over the other body and said lightly: "There is also a master who uses flower petals as a secret weapon, not under you and me." He looked up at the other dozen or so subordinates, and the gloom in his eyes was even thicker, "If we meet them again, we won't have much more chances than these dead brothers." ”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of those subordinates changed color. The Taoist priest sighed: "At that time, everyone should run separately! If you can't run, surrender, don't resist, and don't think about revenge." Juyizhuang is not worthy of my brother's life...... Anyway, come back alive and see me. ”

"Big brother!"

"I listen to my eldest brother!"

In the midst of the cheers, the swordsman in the Chinese costume frowned, leaned into the Taoist priest's ear and whispered, "Why did the eldest brother say these words?"

The Taoist priest slowly took a breath and said, "I have a bad premonition, and I always feel that something will happen tonight. He lowered his head and said in a whisper that only the two of them could hear, "You follow me." ”

The swordsman in the costume nodded, and silently looked out at the barren slopes and mountains that stretched high and low in the distance, and countless shadows in the vast night swayed in the cold wind, as if the dead soul was crying and walking to the end. The murmur of the cold wind is a prelude to a funeral song for the coming footsteps of the Grim Reaper. In such an atmosphere, everyone couldn't help but feel sad and cold in their hearts, trembling and looking forward to the arrival of dawn.

However, the dawn is still far away, and the crisis has quietly arrived. In the shadows of the mountain road stretching, a ghostly figure suddenly shot out of it, holding up the frost-white sword shadow, passing between the two people in front, like the wind rushing forward. Half a second after he left, the blood light in the sky exploded from the bodies of the two men. In the burst of blood mist, four more people rushed after him.

"Leave three. The muffled words overflowed the hills, with an eerie chill that swept away the irrepressible fear.

"Let's go!" the Taoist priest's low roar sounded, and he immediately jumped off the high slope and swooped down. The swordsman in the costume took a step slower, and also rushed down with the whistling wind on both sides, throwing himself into the dark shadows of the endless barren mountains.

"Forget it, leave them alone. "In just a few seconds, the massacre on the hill was complete. The frost-white sword wave had converged, and everyone was already lying in a pool of blood, leaving only a silent dead air.