The Zangke Mountains in the early morning are like a baby waking up from a deep sleep. As soon as it opens its eyes, it screams.
In the distance, an unknown monster roared. Frightened by the sound of the monster, some small animals jumped out of the grass and fled into a safer area.
Among the small animals running around in panic, there was a blue light and shadow mixed in.
At first, the blue light and shadow looked like a blue ball of light that could move. But when the light and shadow got closer, you would find that what was actually dormant in the light and shadow was Ye Feng who was using the Electric Light Step.
Ye Feng ran among the beasts, but did not disturb the beasts.
Many wild beasts regarded him as a ball of strange light, and some even followed him closely, attracted by the light released from his body.
A hundred meters behind Ye Feng, He Huan looked at Ye Feng as if he was strolling in a garden, with some graceful steps, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.
He had to admit that the longer he stayed with Ye Feng, the stronger his tolerance became.
So far, he doesn't think it's surprising that Ye Feng has done anything amazing.
Moreover, in addition to discovering many strange incidents in Ye Feng, He Huan also discovered that Ye Feng has a very good memory.
Whenever the two of them traveled through areas, Ye Feng could almost remember every spot that was suitable for ambush or lurking in his mind. Moreover, every time he came to a new area, Ye Feng could also find it in the shortest possible time.
Inside, find the best ambush location.
Regarding Ye Feng's performance, He Huan attributed it to Ye Feng's talent. In He Huan's view, Ye Feng's talent was simply too terrifying. He believed that with a monster like Ye Feng here, there would still be many monsters in the Zangke Mountains.
The scene that happened in the Golden Snow Mountain will be staged again.
While walking and stopping along the way, Ye Feng took advantage of the surrounding environment and laid out nearly twenty traps one after another.
After doing all this, he led He Huan back the way he came. If you look at the jungle ten thousand meters away from Ye Feng and the two, you will find the disciples of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect, forming a net-like formation.
, slowly approaching the location of the two of them.
Among the disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect, the leader is a middle-aged man in his thirties.
The man is of average height, but his body width is much wider than ordinary people. At first glance, he, who is not very short, looks like a vat in the ground.
This cold-looking man is the leader of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect’s trip—Mr. Withered Bones.
According to the disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect, Mr. Bones has reached the level of a third-level swordsman in terms of strength, and his white-haired swordsmanship is so pure that even many fourth-level swordsmen have fallen into his hands.
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It has been some time since many disciples entered the forest with Mr. Dry Bones. This was the first time they saw Mr. Dry Bones looking furious.
Ever since he discovered the tragic deaths of several disciples, Mr. Bones' expression has become tense. Until now, his stern expression still shows no signs of thawing.
As they walked forward, the disciples of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect carefully searched all possible areas.
Suddenly, a disciple of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect let out a low cry. He pointed to the pattern on a tree trunk in front of him, with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Sir, someone carved the map of our sect on the tree trunk in front of you." A disciple came to Mr. Dry Bones and reported.
Mr. Dry Bones' eyes narrowed and he made sure that there was no shortage of Sword Sect disciples around him. He couldn't help but smile coldly.
"Go in the direction shown on the map." Mr. Dry Bones said in a deep voice.
After saying this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said to himself: "Do you think that if you master the Ghost Skull Sword Sect's contact code, you can do whatever you want? I want to see, all the Sword Sect disciples have been summoned by me
After we are together, what else can you do to deal with us?"
Under the command of Mr. Dry Bones, the group of people quickly jumped into the distance.
As they moved forward, the distance between them and Ye Feng became closer and closer.
Ahead is a dense broad-leaved forest. Not only do towering trees grow in the jungle, there are also countless thorny thorns growing in the open space in the center of the big trees.
Seeing the thorns everywhere in front of them, the Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciples couldn't help but hesitate.
When they thought about it, no one would be so stupid as to lay a trap in the thorn bush where no one could easily enter. It was definitely the most unwise behavior for them to go into the thorn bush to search for enemies.
The two Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect disciples who were leading the battle turned back to Mr. Dry Bones and asked for his opinion.
Seeing that his disciples didn't seem to want to search the thorn bush, Mr. Bones couldn't help but have a cold light flash in his eyes.
"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you go search it quickly?" Mr. Bones scolded angrily.
After hearing his scolding, the expressions of the disciples of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect all changed. Even though they were reluctant to enter the thorn bush, they did not dare to show anything.
Disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect waved their cross foil swords, cutting through thorns and thorns, and marching forward with difficulty.
After marching for about an hour, they entered the center of the thorn bush.
Seeing that the thorns ahead were denser than the ones on the way here, many Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect disciples could not help but secretly curse Mr. Withered Bones for his inconsideration.
"Okay, you all retreat. There should be no one here!" Mr. Dry Bones said loudly.
His order made many disciples who had long been impatient feel happy.
Everyone followed the way they came and retreated quickly without taking any precautionary measures.
In fact, it was not just the disciples of the Sword Sect who didn't think there was anything wrong with giving up their guard, Mr. Dry Bones also didn't realize there were any hidden dangers in doing so.
Suddenly, a soft sound came from above the heads of the retreating Jianzong disciples.
The disciple raised his head and couldn't help but stare blankly.
Just when all the Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciples thought there were no hidden dangers here, that disciple actually saw an extremely unfamiliar face on the tree trunk above his head.
It was a face that was not very handsome, but extremely masculine.
Seeing the other party smiling at him, the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect disciple couldn't help but open his mouth and let out a low cry.
"Yes..." Just as he was halfway through his words, a sword energy shot down from the treetops.
With a muffled sound, the Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciple's head was directly blasted by the sword energy, and he fell to the ground before he even finished speaking.
"Be careful, there are assassins."
Many disciples of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect shouted loudly, and everyone drew out their swords and rushed towards the tree trunk where the killer was dormant.
At the top of the tree trunk, Ye Feng smiled at the disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect who came over, kicked the tree trunk with both feet, and rushed out into the distance.
His body rose and fell a few times, and he disappeared into the dense tree trunks above the thorn bushes in the distance. When the disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect chased him, he had long since disappeared.
In the distance, Mr. Bones witnessed the scene that just happened.
Witnessing Ye Feng killing one of his own disciples under his own watch, he was so angry that his hair and beard were all stretched out, and a murderous aura rose up from his body.
Seeing the other pursuing disciples of the Sword Sect returning without success, Mr. Dry Bones was so angry that his steel teeth almost shattered.
He looked at the many Sword Sect disciples coldly and said in a low voice: "Pack the supplies and we will continue to pursue them."
"Sir..." When a disciple heard Mr. Dry Bones's order and entered the thorn bush, he couldn't help feeling worried in his heart.
Originally he wanted to say something, but after seeing the evil-faced face of the Withered Bone Sword Sect, he wisely closed his mouth.
The disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect cut through the thorns and continued to move forward.
This time, in addition to paying attention to the ground, they were also paying attention to the treetops and crowns.
Gradually, the group of people came to the edge of the thorn bush.
Just when everyone saw that the thorn bushes had reached the end and their hearts were filled with joy, a long sword suddenly stabbed out of the soil at the feet of a Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect disciple.
The sword's edge was sharp and its power was as fast as lightning. Before the disciple of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect could react, the long sword went directly along his crotch and inserted into his abdomen.
"Ah..." A scream echoed through the forest.
Hearing the screams, many Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect disciples turned around and couldn't help but froze.
After all, they never expected that the enemy would be hiding underground.
An alert disciple quickly inserted his sword into the ground, and then discovered that a tunnel for passage had been dug out on the ground covered with fallen leaves.
Underground, He Huan ran forward quickly like a civet cat. Thinking that Ye Feng had calculated in advance that someone on the opponent would stab the ground with a long sword, he was shocked by Ye Feng's resourcefulness and understanding of the enemy's psychology.
Now that things have happened, He Huan feels that the word "successful" can no longer be used to describe Ye Feng. To be precise, Ye Feng now is more like a fortune teller who predicts the future.
According to the plan formulated by Ye Feng, He Huan quickly escaped from the other party's pursuit.
When he came to the next ambush site designed by Ye Feng, he no longer had any doubts in his heart. After strictly obeying Ye Feng's orders, he could easily kill the disciples of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect separately.
In the thorn bush, Mr. Bones waved his hands one after another, blasting a huge pit into the ground.
Discovering that the hole was a tunnel that had been dug in a short period of time, Mr. Bones was so angry that his body trembled.
With every precaution, Mr. Dry Bones never thought that the enemy would be ambushing underground.
Thinking of the enemy's elusiveness and cunning, Mr. Bones was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
"From now on, not only the treetops, the surface, but also the underground will be searched inch by inch. I don't believe that those two guys can evaporate from the Zangke Mountains out of thin air." Mr. Bones ordered loudly.
While Mr. Dry Bones issued the order, Ye Feng, who was hiding in a patch of thatch, was also silently calculating Mr. Dry Bones' next move.
Thinking that the other party might send people to carefully search the surface and underground of the treetops, he smiled slyly.
Now that the opponent starts to search carefully, the speed of action will naturally become extremely slow. At this time, the assassination steps he formulated for the opponent can be carried out step by step and gradually and extremely fiercely.
Deep in the forest, Ye Feng moved forward quickly, and then stopped in front of a five-meter-wide, bottomless river.
Standing by the river, he immediately took out a hollow straw pipe from his arms, stuffed it into his mouth, and stopped by the river.
His next step is to snipe in the water.
I'm afraid Mr. Dry Bones never dreamed that he was guarding against the sky and under the ground, but in the end, the enemy was lurking under the water.
When writing this chapter, Tiger fell asleep several times. He washed his face three times and rubbed his face countless times, but he was still sleepy. Tomorrow, grandma will have a brain check, hoping that the condition will improve. By then, Tiger will be there every time.
Pay your debts every day and return what you owe to everyone.
Currently I owe you 18,000 words, and I should repay you 36,000 words.
Thirty-six thousand, thirty-six thousand, that’s really a lot.