A loud noise came from the snow, and two close mercenaries flew out by the terrifying shock bombs from the snow. Blood flowed everywhere, and instantly dyed a large area of ​​snow red.

After a brief shock, the team became panicked. Some experienced mercenaries shouted: "It's a shock-exploding rune, there's an ambush!"

Hurry!

In the snow about a few hundred feet away, many figures suddenly burst out, all of whom were neatly dressed in black and covered in evil spirits, rushing towards them in the snow all over the ground.

Mu Xibai's face changed slightly and he said in a deep voice: "Don't panic, form a formation to meet the enemy!"

After saying that, he took the lead in pulling out the long knife from his waist, like water waves flowing, and the sword light shone brightly in all directions!

【Sky Sword Flow·Flash!】

Swish!

A subtle sound of splitting came from the sneak attacker who passed by Mu Xibai. Then his limbs broke and separated from his body, and blood stormed, instantly cutting off his vitality.

Mu Xibai's bravery inspired the other mercenaries, causing them to raise their weapons and fight with the enemy. In an instant, the forest was filled with the sound of weapons fighting each other, and the deafening shouts and killing sounds were endless. However, these sudden black-clothed sneak attackers seemed to be exhausted and fearful, and they were wandering around the mercenary group, almost fighting for life, which killed many mercenaries in a blink of an eye.

"Where did these guys come from? I've never seen them before!"

The young man with sword marks in Baiyang's team cut over the man in black who was rushing towards him with one sword. His voice was hoarse and shocked. Obviously, he was also afraid of this kind of fierce fighting style.

Yi Caixing didn't say a word, and the long black sword was like a green dragon roll. As the dance seemed to be a thin dragon roar echoed. When the sword fell, he took away his lives. Looking at the man in black who kept coming from the snow slope ahead, Yi Caixing frowned and said, "This is obviously a premeditated ambush. If you continue like this stalemate, it will be extremely unfavorable to us. You must find a way to break through. Click on the thousand mountains and go with me to see the other end!"

The young man with the knife mark was shouted, but the latter did not hesitate at all. He turned his body and walked far away in front of Yicaixing. The two of them rushed into the formation of the man in black. Retrieving the heads was like taking objects. In addition, they cooperated with each other and had already rushed to the snow slope in the blink of an eye.

When Mu Xibai saw the behavior of the two, he realized that the ambush was quite strange. He gave his junior sister a wink, and he spread his body and rushed to the snow slope.

Also with such a keen sense of smell were Black Lady, the thin man with a big axe, and his companion who was exactly the opposite.

The strength of these people is the best in the mercenary team, at least they are all in the fourth stage of Gangqi. It doesn’t take much effort to deal with these black-clothed men who are the strongest of Gangqi. After a few breaths, everyone rushed to the snow slope, but only found many shock-detonated runes buried deep in the snow, as well as the deep pit dug out a long time in advance.

Seeing that no one had crawled out of the deep pit of the snow slope, Mu Xibai's face was gloomy and clear, and he shouted: "Leave a living mouth!"

The battle was soon over. Although the mercenary team suffered heavy losses, only some weak bronze mercenaries died. The black iron-level masters only suffered some injuries of varying degrees and did not endanger their lives. On the other hand, the men in black who were ambushing them, except for the three living mouths deliberately left behind in accordance with Mu Xibai's request, the remaining dozens of good players had been wiped out, and they fell into the snow in a row, and the blood stained the snow.

Mu Xibai quickly settled the injured mercenaries on the spot. Listening to the tragic roars, his face became increasingly ugly. He strode to the three living mouths, pulled off the cloak covered by one of the people, and looked at him coldly: "Who sent you here."

The man was about thirty years old, his eyes were dull and his expression was extremely calm. He just smiled faintly and opened his mouth to ask Mu Xibai's question. But at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, pinched the man's chin tightly, and then punched him hard, hitting him behind him, sank him to the ground, but spitting out a tooth in his mouth.

"Piracy Fang, these people are dead soldiers!?"

Xu Ruyi's eyes slightly shook when she saw the spitting teeth. When she looked up and saw the person who stopped the death warrior from committing suicide, her face changed again.

Bai Yang had no expression on his face and acted as usual. He took a lightning strike to subdue the other two. Except for one of the guys who were clean and chewed half of the poisonous fangs, the remaining two had no capital to commit suicide.

"Thank you." Mu Xibai looked at Bai Yang deeply and nodded to thank him. If Bai Yang hadn't made a sudden move just now, these people would have swallowed it and died of poisoning.

Bai Yang waved his hand and stepped back a little, but his eyes were observing the expressions between the two dead soldiers. When he saw another young dead soldiers, he found that he was also observing him secretly. The two looked at each other, and the dead soldiers' eyes flashed slightly, and he avoided his eyes with guilt.

This discovery made Bai Yang pay a little attention to this person.

The forces that can dispatch the dead soldiers will naturally not exist in this small town of marching horses. Even the large teams in the mercenary world will not be easy to build a team of dead soldiers. In other words, this time, some major forces have already begun to intervene in their mission. This discovery made Mu Xibai's anger even more intense. The blade was directly placed on the neck of the middle-aged dead soldiers, and said in a cold voice: "You only have one chance to tell who sent you, otherwise I will kill you now!"

"It's useless." The young man named Dian Qianshan suddenly said lightly: "These people no longer regard death as a matter of time. Even if they use death to threaten them, it will be useless."

Dead Soldiers, the dead soldiers, are madmen who are fearless and can sacrifice themselves for their masters anytime and anywhere. These people cannot be measured by common sense, because they do not take their lives seriously, so the conventional interrogation methods are simply ineffective for them.

Mu Xibai naturally knew that it was not very likely that he would pry out useful information from these dead soldiers' mouths, but he kicked the dead soldiers in the face with great angrily, calming his emotions a little.

"Brother Mu, why not give these two people to me?" The black lady smiled and said flatteringly: "I am quite proficient in torture. Although I have never used it with the Dead Warrior, I think no matter how hard the two of them have, they can find something useful."

As she said that, she glanced at the two dead soldiers softly, and smiled and took out a set of interrogation tools she carried with her from her small storage ring. Seeing those strange gadgets, the expressions of many mercenaries became unnatural on the spot, and even Mu Xibai couldn't help but look at him.

In the box that the Black Lady took out, there were dozens of needles alone, which seemed to have their own uses, and there were many strange and unknown uses, but just looking at the shape, it was enough to make the scalp numb.

"You don't have to waste your energy." The middle-aged dead man finally spoke, but was full of disdain and sarcasm: "We have long dedicated our flesh and soul to the Lord. What you torture is nothing more than an empty shell and a skin. The more scars fall on me, the more sins it is to add to you. I will be praised by the Lord. Death is just a kind of liberation."

After saying this, the middle-aged dead soldier closed his mouth tightly, allowing the black lady, who had a bad face to approach him with the tool.

However, when the master heard this, he was a little shocked and said, "It's [Senluo Holy Church]. The idea of ​​this dead man must be the crazy men of the [Senluo Holy Church]. It is said that they worship an evil god named Yan Dalsa. Through his various dedication to the evil god, they will gain the power of eternal life. However, because the concepts and means of this organization were too bloody, it attracted the pursuit of many sects and finally disappeared in that era. Unexpectedly, these damn little insects would survive until today?"

The master said in a serious tone: "Sinluo Holy Sect has participated in this matter, it means that there must be some secret behind the resurrection of the Golden Dragon. Boy, the madmen in Senluo are not something you can provoke now. Although I don't want to say that, I still advise you to consider whether you should continue to participate in this task."

Bai Yang thought for a moment after hearing this, and glanced at the middle-aged dead man with a firm face, then swept the slightly younger dead man next to him, stepped forward and picked him up, and threw him at the feet of the black lady: "What should he explain to the torture of this man?"

The black lady was stunned, glanced at Bai Yang, lowered her head in surprise, looked at the young dead soldier with a terrified face, and instantly understood, and smiled and said to Bai Yang, "This little brother, he looks handsome and has a very smart head."

After saying that, the black lady squatted down and stroked the young dead soldier's face with her fingertips extremely gentle, then slowly penetrated into her clothes along his neck, as if she was caressing her own lover, her fingertips slid across his skin, and then smiled softly: "If you say it now, you will suffer less."

"Dare you dare?!"

The middle-aged dead soldier seemed to realize something, and stared at the young dead soldier with a stern look.

But then, an astonishing scream came from the mouth of the young dead soldier. He seemed to be suffering from inhuman pain, tore his clothes hard and desperately scratched every inch of his skin that had been touched by the black lady.

The skin just intact suddenly became ulcerated on a large scale, and his own desperate scratching quickly became bloody.

Yi Caixing couldn't bear to see this cruel scene, and sighed and turned his head.

Not long after, the young dead soldier shouted at the top of his lungs: "I said, I said everything! Please spare me!"
Chapter completed!