"I have seen through your puppetry, do you want to continue fighting?" Yinxue held the knife with one hand, and the wound on the neck slowly leaked blood, although the knife that Zhufeng had just evaded at the moment of the death. The key point, but a few small blood vessels were cut open, and half of his neck was stained red now.
"A puppet trick, what if you break it? With your golden knife drinking blood, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep me." The Yin and Yang envoy's voice is erratic, and it seems that there is no direction to follow, "but I don't have time to accompany you. It’s time to play.” Before the words fell, mists suddenly dispersed in the forest. Drinking blood worried about the loss of the wind, and worried that the two comrades who had controlled their minds finally did not chase towards the center of the fog. . And the Soul Controlling Envoy didn't seem to intend to kill the two unfortunate guys, and disappeared into the fog together with the Yin and Yang Envoy.
"Brother, what shall we do now?" Zhu Feng struggled to get up, and carefully checked the injuries of the other two companions, and it seemed that it was not a major problem. "Although the soul-controlling envoy can intrigue people, it doesn't seem to be able to kill the person subject to the spell." Two times when he confronted the soul-controlling envoy, although he could cause great chaos on the battlefield, there were no casualties. What is the reason for this
"Let's go to Dai Junchoi." He said that suddenly, and he was a little startled by the wind.
"Dai Juncai? Does the eldest brother know where he is?" After these two days, no one knows where the base camp is. Is it possible that the eldest brother already has an idea in his heart
"The sky is going to get dark soon." Drinking blood looked at the sky. Although the sun could not be seen on a rainy day, the sky was getting darker.
"Why didn't you kill those two people just now?" The Yin and Yang envoy carefully distinguished the path under his feet while talking to the reticent soul control envoy.
"What's the use of killing them?" The soul control envoy didn't want to explain, but thinking that he didn't kill people in two battles, it seems that it can't be justified without explaining, "Isn't it good to make them think I can't kill people?"
"Oh? What do you mean?" The Yin and Yang Envoy was a little surprised. Although he and the Soul Controlling Envoy couldn’t talk about getting along well, but this guy is much better than those hairy boys after all, so he can tell himself in the gate of rebirth. Talking.
"After all, this battle can't be solved by killing a few people." The soul control envoy stopped talking, chatting with smart people, and there was no need to speak too thoroughly.
When the two of them returned to the camp where they started, Xiao Yuhe had already arrived there first, and the twenty-two of the thirty elites returned, but it didn't hurt the roots. Compared with the coalition forces of Dai Juncai, the surviving gate occupies a favorable geographical position. The work of gathering troops is progressing extremely smoothly. When the sky is dark, all the troops have assembled, and the number of casualties is being counted in an orderly manner.
"You two are back." Xiao Yuhe waved his hand and motioned for them to sit down. "I didn't get hurt." In fact, he was assured of these two capable subordinates, and the mere Sorcerer couldn't hurt them.
"No, but the golden knife was really good at drinking blood, and it actually broke my puppet show." Yin and Yang made a little tired, even if a living person is more tired than a team of puppets, "I don't want to reveal my skills in advance, too. I didn't entangle with him. As for the Soul Controlling Envoy," the Yin and Yang Envoy looked in the direction of the Soul Controlling Envoy, "He is really kind."
"Just come back, I guess Dai Junchoi is now also gathering people and preparing for a decisive battle." Xiao Yuhe ignored the two subordinates and walked into the account. He had to study carefully what this generation of Junchoi planned. .
At a distance of ten kilometers from the Wangshengmen Great Tent, Dai Junchou took the base camp and set up camp on the hillside. After all the things were settled, he sent out the only capable officers in his hand, especially those who were outstanding in light work, who temporarily played the role of a horse-detecting horse. He had to guard against the large troops who were going to live, because of the next thing. Son, the risk is great.
"Kui Mulang, light it!" With a wave of Feng's big hand, Kui Mulang personally ignited the huge fireworks specially made by Old Qin at Pinqimen. The sky is already black, and the white light emitted when the magnesium powder is burned is extremely dazzling. The composition of this special firework is similar to that of a flare. It can fire a white fireball ten times at a time, ten times in a row. These fireballs stayed in the air for about thirty seconds, and the surrounding vegetation was so clear.
"Master, in this way, all of us can see it." Kui Mulang looked at Feng anxiously. In fact, they considered doing this last night, but the battlefield situation is unknown. If the enemy's large forces are attracted, The base camp, which lacks combat effectiveness, will suffer a big loss in haste.
"It's gone, we have to take risks. We have to take risks." Day and night searches let Feng understand the seriousness of the situation. The hundreds of people in this hundred thousand mountains are really inconspicuous, except for the chances of encountering a few. A wounded soldier, it is basically impossible to expect everyone to find the base camp, and Feng is not ready to let people find his whereabouts. There are many masters on the opposite side. But if this stalemate continues, I am afraid that the coalition forces that do not have the advantage will be exhausted in this large swamp, and they will be born and raised, and they have a strong mass base and logistical supplies, they can afford to delay. But as for the coalition forces, the soldiers rolling in the mud lack medical care, medicine, water and food. It's not a problem to continue like this.
"I hope our people can come and gather in the first time." Kui Mulang put down the waterproof match in his hand and watched the fireworks bloom in the air. This may be a good sign. The fire tree never sleeps.
"The scouts are all released, what else we have to worry about." Worry is useless. The enemy's organizational system must be much more complete. If Xiao Yuhe forcefully rushes forward regardless of the situation, even the scouts can find out immediately. The second gathering of soldiers can be regarded as a failure by himself, and when he is beaten by others, hey, it is troublesome to think about it.
"Look, there are fireworks! It's our signal!" Yin Xue had just caught up with the fugitive brothers. After a battle, forty-seven brothers followed him, and the rest fell on this 100,000 mountain. Inside. Zhu Feng excitedly pointed to the sky not far away, "That's a signal to gather soldiers, and you will be there!"
"All of them, throw away everything without medicine, just keep weapons, let's rush!" After speaking, we took the lead and rushed in the direction of the signal. Time is hope, time is victory. Brother Feng, you are too tricky. It's in danger! If you talk about martial arts, drinking blood prides itself on making a lot of money than a generation of monarchs. If you talk about mind and heart, you feel that the two are similar, but if you talk about the crazy ideas and courage of this sky, drinking blood will bow to the wind.