Chapter 156

A jungle appeared in front of them, and the three leks chased here and suddenly stopped.

The jungle in Moyun mountain is one of the most terrible areas, in which there are damp and poisonous miasma, as well as all kinds of strange and terrible poisonous insects and fierce animals.

In general, not only human practitioners, but also those who are very strong do not want to enter them rashly.

"Rick, do you want to chase?"

A strong barbarian asked, with some dignity in his eyes.

"Can you be sure that the trace of the murderer entered this jungle?"

Asked Lek quickly.

"There should be no mistake. I've been catching the smell of the murderer all the way. Although he is good at sneaking, the unique smell he leaves can't hide from my nose."

Another barbarian strongman murmured.

His name is shuize. He is proficient in the art of tracking assassination. The method of cultivation can lock the unique smell of the enemy.

"Chase!"

Lek heard the speech, no longer hesitated, waved his hand and took the lead in rushing into the miasma covered jungle.

……

The dark jungle is like a huge and dangerous maze. Walking in it, the fog is diffuse, and it is extremely easy to get lost.

It is also extremely dangerous here. In the low bushes, there may be toads that spray highly toxic. The beautiful flowers will instantly turn into a big mouth and devour passing lives. The thick vines like chains may also be pretended by the strange bodies of snakes and insects.

The environment here is really too strange and dangerous. Even the seemingly hard ground will instantly turn into a huge mire hole. Once trapped in it, the terrible swallowing power can make the strong in Linggang territory powerless.

All the way, Lek and other three barbarian strongmen not only failed to lock Lintian's trace at the first time, but also encountered several dangers successively. If they didn't react very quickly, they might not be able to save their lives.

This made them look dignified and vigilant, and even began to regret breaking into this dangerous and unpredictable jungle.

"Lek, the jungle is too secretive. Will the murderer have been robbed long ago?"

Asked a barbarian strongman.

"No!"

The answer was shuize. His eyes locked in the distance, "his smell is still there, not far away, we're almost catching up with him!"

"Keep chasing, our sacred vessels must not be lost!"

Lek also had some doubts in his heart, but when he heard this, he immediately felt refreshed and gritted his teeth to move on.

A moment later.

Shuize suddenly stopped, cleaned up next to Lek, and then looked at a thick ancient tree in the distance.

Lek two people understood, clenched their weapons, and a cold cold light appeared in their eyes.

The three quietly approached the other side, only ten feet away——

"Kill!"

The three figures of Lek rushed up together and rushed to the back of the thick ancient tree from three directions.

But with this ready attack, he threw himself into the air. The back of the ancient tree was empty. Only in the grass, there was a piece of blood stained rag, which was obviously torn from his clothes.

No!

The three figures were still in the air, but their faces changed slightly and they noticed something wrong.

Collapse! Collapse! Collapse!

Almost at the same time, the sound of a series of arrows breaking through the air suddenly rang through, like a life-threatening note from hell.

With a sudden twist of his body, Lek squatted in mid air on his knees, suddenly changing direction like a curled hedgehog.

Boom!

An arrow rubbed his figure, fiercely penetrated the ancient tree, raised a piece of sawdust, and then inserted into the ground, making a terrible roar.

Lek's figure fell to the ground in a cold sweat. The timing of the arrow just now was too vicious. It was the moment when they could not avoid in mid air. They were locked like a living target. If he hadn't avoided in time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Ah --!" Suddenly, a scream sounded.

Lek Huoran turned his head and saw that not far away from him, an arrow was inserted into the right eye of shuize and passed through the back of his brain, bringing out a string of viscous blood and brain pulp. The scene was bloody and disgusting.

With a bang, the water fell to the ground and died.

Lek's eyes were splitting, and he wanted to devour the hidden murderer alive.

But without waiting for his action, there was another roar of arrows breaking through the air, which made Lek cold all over and subconsciously flew to avoid.

"Muqu, how are you?" Rick roared.

"I... I'm fine." Dozens of feet away, another barbarian strongman was in shock and his face was slightly white.

He kept retreating, as if there was a demon hiding in front of him, trying to choose someone to eat.

With a puff, but just after he withdrew from the distance of seven or eight feet, he didn't notice that the ground under his feet suddenly softened, and his whole person suddenly fell into it.

It was like a whirlpool of mud under the ground, which had a terrible drag force that made it impossible for him to struggle out.

"Brother Lek, help me!" He was in a state of hysteria.

"Damn it!"

Lek was furious and rushed forward, but in just a moment, he was driven back by a dense rain of arrows.

"Muqu! Hold on!"

Lek trembled with anger and roared. He kept rushing forward, but every time he was pushed back by sharp and ruthless arrows.

In this process, he can only watch Muqu's body sink in the muddy vortex, despair and wail, and finally disappear.

"Terran scum, get out! Get out of here!"

Lek roared like thunder, like a wild beast driven crazy.

In less than a minute, his two companions died one after another, and the trace of the enemy has not appeared so far, which makes Lek almost crazy.

However, despite the roar of Lek, the silence in the jungle has returned. Without the sudden arrow, the enemy seems to have disappeared long ago.

A moment later, Lek's face was blue and panting, and the whole person felt a sense of collapse.

Without even seeing the appearance of the enemy, the two companions were killed, and this time the action to recapture the sacred vessel was tantamount to a complete failure

This result is unacceptable to Lek.

"This matter must be reported to Ye Ling sacrifice as soon as possible. Only by contacting more elite soldiers can we have a chance to get back to the situation. The murderer... Must die!!!"

Lek clenched his teeth and shot a determined and cruel color from his eyes.

He is too lazy to think about why the enemy didn't kill him

……

Lintian is at large.

When he was ready to kill Lek at one stroke, a strong danger suddenly occurred in his heart, which made him give up Lek without hesitation and turn away.

In the misty jungle, Lintian was running wildly, and his shadow painted a tortuous and drifting track.

Without looking back, he knew that there was an enemy in the rear and he had been hanging himself all the time. The feeling of danger was on his back and never disappeared for a moment.

Lintian knew that he had met a real expert this time.

He remembered Shi Yu's analysis of the theater assessment before he came to moyunling.

For both the Empire and the wuman people, moyunling is actually a "military training ground". The so-called military training is to let the young strong on their own side know and understand their opponents through real bloody war.

This means that the 237 students of the blood killing camp are likely to meet the young strong people from the same Witch and barbarian family in the assessment of the magic cloud ridge. When it comes to combat effectiveness, they will not be inferior to the students of the blood killing camp!

At this time, is the guy tracking behind him the best of the wuman clan?

Lintian was unable to determine.

But he knew that the battle had not yet begun and that he was at a disadvantage.

After a fierce battle, he never stopped and ran all the way from entering the temporary camp where the Witch and barbarian strongmen were stationed, and finally led Lek and other three barbarian strongmen into the jungle.

According to Lintian's plan, he was going to wipe out his opponent, then kill a rifle, return to the camp again and wipe out the wild feather totem and others.

But now the plan has been disrupted.

Lintian took a deep breath and calculated that he had consumed nearly half of his combat power and still had many injuries.

As usual, this consumption and injury are nothing at all, but if you encounter a real expert, you will obviously suffer some losses.

"I must get rid of this guy as soon as possible, otherwise the situation will only be more and more unfavorable to me..."

Lintian took a deep breath, abandoned all the thoughts in his mind and tried his best to escape.

……

It seems that every step in the jungle is surprisingly fast, and every step in the rear is surprisingly fast.

This is a young man with bronze skin, but his facial features are extremely handsome. The bridge of the nose is high, the eye sockets are deep, and the sword eyebrows fly into the temples. Coupled with his thin lips like blades, it gives people a beautiful feeling.

In particular, his eyes, like a pair of currents and eddies, will suddenly show a cold awn from time to time, with a strange blue color.

If the wild feather sacrifice is here, you can certainly recognize that the young man is the leading figure of their young generation, and one of the Tianjiao leaders of the nine level barbarian slaves, the "water pheasant"!

The pheasant is carrying a simple bronze short knife in his hand. The whole person is like a tough and vigorous cheetah, constantly moving forward in the jungle.

Suddenly, a bright awn came out of the pheasant's pupil, and a cold radian was raised from the lip corner as thin as a blade: "ha ha, it's also God's help."

When he spoke, he dived and his figure exploded like electricity. Due to the speed, a series of explosions were sent out in the air!

Just a few breaths, the pheasant's figure suddenly paused, and the figure of the target has appeared on the road ahead.

It was a handsome young man with a tall figure. He was fighting with a bloody horned Python as thick as a bucket with a knife.

When the pheasant arrived, the boy had already inserted a knife into the head of the blood horn Python and killed it completely.

"Today's luck is really a little bad."

I can't help sighing when I see the water in the distance.

This man is Lintian naturally.

He had some bad luck today. When he was running away, he bumped into a blood horned python. He didn't even have time to dodge, so he had to fight with a knife.

But such a delay was overtaken by the enemy in the rear.

"My name is pheasant. I come from the same vein of water."

Seeing Lintian, the pheasant didn't hurry to start, but smiled and showed a mouth of snow-white and neat teeth. He introduced himself, "the only purpose of coming to magic cloud ridge this time is to kill more blood killing camp students."

The voice was bland, but there was a palpitating cold look.