"Ah!" Qingyan soldier screamed, he came to his senses, his shoulders were bleeding profusely, he glared at the Southern Xinjiang soldier in front of him bitterly, and sternly reprimanded: "You son of a bitch, kill me if you have the ability, don't use it!" These despicable and shameless methods torture people... "
"Oh, I'm still a tough one. If you want to die, I will help you!" The Southern Border soldier said arrogantly, took out a bag of powder, and sprinkled it on Qingyan soldier. In an instant, wisps of light smoke flowed from him He jumped up, his clothes, flesh and bones began to melt at a speed visible to the human eye...
"Ah!" Qing Yan's soldiers screamed piercingly through the clouds and resounded through the sky.
He was struggling violently, his eyes were red, and the veins on his forehead were protruding, but he still couldn't resist the intense effect of the powder. His legs, feet, arms, torso, and head all slowly turned into a pool of blood, dripping drop by drop on the ground. , exuding a pungent smell...
Murong Xue frowned tightly, what is that? Corpse scattered? Corpse powder? That man was just an ordinary soldier, how could there be such a powerful thing
"This method of torturing people is really good. Next, it's my turn!" Another Southern Border soldier stood up with gleaming eyes, holding a bamboo tube-shaped object, and quickly ran towards the Qingyan soldier on the wooden pillar .
"There's only one tube of poison left, use it sparingly." The Southern Xinjiang soldier who had just tortured someone to death reminded loudly.
"I know!" The Nanjiang soldier nodded, ran to a Qingyan soldier, pulled out the bamboo tube, a wisp of pale pink smoke floated out of the bamboo tube, and hit the Qingyan soldier's head and face.
"Ah!" Qingyan soldier screamed, twisting violently, still unable to withstand the strong effect of the medicine, the young body turned into an old mummy at a speed visible to the human eye...
Murong Xue's cold and beautiful eyes narrowed sharply: the pale pink smoke is so poisonous, could the faint pink floating in the air also be this kind of poison? If so, then this forest is truly a forest of death traps...
"Your companions have all been poisoned to death. Next, it's your turn, hehehe!" The Nanjiang man smiled strangely, and walked slowly to the last Qingyan soldier, pointing the bamboo tube in his hand at him s face…
The Qingyan soldier slowly opened his eyes, looked at the Southern Border soldier coldly and said: "You are not proud, one day, you will die more miserable than us..."
The childish male voice was full of resentment and firmness, and Murong Xue's eyes froze when he heard it. It was Murong Ye's voice, and the only Qingyan soldier left was Murong Ye!
"Aiyo, the tone is not small, you are so looking forward to the death of the uncle, the uncle will reward you well, and make your death even more miserable..." the Nanjiang man said viciously, holding the bamboo tube in his hand, and was about to open it...
Murong Xuexue narrowed her eyes slightly, tapped her feet, her slender body instantly jumped in front of the Nanjiang man, grabbed the bamboo tube and turned it over forcefully, the bamboo tube turned back and forth, and the pale pink smoke sprayed straight towards the Nanjiang man …
"Ahh..." The Nanjiang man fell to the ground, screaming, his tall body huddled into a ball, rolling back and forth on the ground, turning into a mummy at a speed visible to the human eye...
"Fourth!" The Southern Border soldiers in front of the fire turned pale with shock, drew their swords from their waists, and stabbed at Murong Xue viciously...
Murong Xue let out a soft snort, holding a soft sword, and rushed towards the Southern Xinjiang soldiers, only to hear a soft 'swipe', and streaks of blood splattered...
The soldiers in southern Xinjiang suddenly stopped their movements, and stood still for a moment while maintaining the assassination posture. They fell to the ground with a 'plop', their eyes opened wide, and there was a deep shock and disbelief at the bottom of their pupils...
Murong Xue turned a blind eye, turned around, and slowly walked towards Murong Ye.
Murong Ye tied his hands behind the back tightly to the pillar, his handsome face was covered with dark brown mud, and he could not be seen at all. He looked at the fallen dead body, then at the leisurely Murong Xue, Mo Yu Thick shock flashed in the pupils like eyes: "Sister!"
"Yeah!" Murong Xue replied indifferently, stepped forward, swung her sword and cut off the rope on the wooden post.
Murong Ye fell to the ground dejectedly, rubbed his numbed arms and wrists, raised his head to look at Murong Xue, his eyes were full of admiration: "Sister, how did you get here?"
He fell into a trap at the outskirts of the forest of traps, got stuck in that puddle of mud, passed out from choking, and just woke up...
"It's a long story. I'll tell you when I have time. This place is dangerous and it's not suitable to stay for long. Let's go." Murong Xue said softly, helped Murong Ye up, and sprinkled the dark brown sludge on Murong Ye's body. The clothes stained her sleeves, but she didn't care.
"Okay!" Murong Ye nodded, wiped the mud off his face, and was about to leave when countless Southern Xinjiang soldiers suddenly poured out of the empty field, holding bows and arrows, and surrounded the two of them. Refers to the vitals of the two.
A young man in silver armor walked over slowly, and looked at Murong Xue in amazement: "It's not easy for a mere weak woman to break through many traps and come here safe and sound..."
"Who are you?" Murong Xue looked at the man coldly.
"The person who came to take you to the west." The man smiled strangely, and suddenly made a gesture. In an instant, countless black feather arrows were aimed at Murong Xue, and Murong Ye shot towards him.
Murong Xue's eyes froze, she quickly swung her sword, and knocked down the feather arrow.
Murong Ye also picked up a long sword and swung it quickly, the raindrops of sharp arrows failed to hurt them a single bit...
The surprise in the young man's eyes was even stronger, and he praised: "Sure enough, they are two powerful people. Unfortunately, they are destined to die here... Keep shooting arrows until they are killed..."
"Yes!" The soldiers took the order, and the feathered arrows shot more intensively.
It's not that easy to shoot them dead!
Murong Xue's eyes were fixed, her feet were pointing, and she came to the soldiers in the blink of an eye. With a wave of her sword, she killed three or four Southern Border soldiers. The dense feather arrows became thinner in an instant...
Murong Ye's eyes lit up, and he did the same thing. He jumped in front of the Southern Border soldiers, and slashed at them. The field with clear latitude and longitude instantly became a mess, and it was hard to see who was who. The Southern Border soldiers could no longer shoot arrows...
The young man's face was so dark that it was about to drip ink: These two people are really hateful...
He stretched out his hand to grab the bow and arrow in the soldier's hand, and was about to string the bow when he saw a slender black figure flying over from the corner of his eye, and landed lightly on the ground.
His gaze sank, he retracted his bow and arrow, walked forward quickly, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, you are back..."