The rolling swamp appears in front of Cui Zhihuan.
He slowed down and looked around. There was an empty space all around. The gray-white reed flowers were picked up by the cold wind and danced wildly. The humid air revealed the smell of rotten grass and mud, as well as a faint weird smell.
Cui Zhihuan's eyes finally fell on the footprints in the swamp: three pairs of footprints, one large and two small, clearly sunk in the soft mud, extending deep into the swamp. There were radial mud marks around the footprints, like
It was splashed when I ran as hard as I could.
How could the young man with the sword leave such obvious traces with his scheming mind? Cui Zhihuan stared at the string of footprints on the mud flat, more like deliberately leaving footprints to lure him into the trap.
They are not trying to escape, but to hunt themselves!
The tiger fell down and was bullied by the dog!
The indescribable feeling of humiliation rushed into Cui Zhihuan's heart like a raging fire, burning his cheeks so red and hot that they seemed to ooze blood.
"Bang!" The mud splashed with a palm, and Cui Zhihuan stepped on the footprints unscrupulously, following the direction, and rushed into the deep swamp at high speed. Along the way, there were scattered low shrubs, the fern moss became thicker, and the undulating reeds formed a continuous line.
The surging gauze curtain. Occasionally, a rustling sound came from the silence, which was soon drowned out by the rumbling waves of the underground river.
"Pfft!" The ground suddenly sank under Cui Zhihuan's feet, and the surface soil collapsed. One leg sank into the soft mud and sank straight in. There were originally footprints here, but unexpectedly, they collapsed when he stepped on them, making him unable to stand at all. It was obviously a disguise.
Trap.
"Dudududu——" The surrounding mud bubbled up, and Cui Zhihuan's body fell over, sinking involuntarily. He did not panic, breathed evenly, and relaxed his muscles. If he struggled hard at this time, he would sink deeper and deeper.
, difficult to escape.
Quietly pinching out the technique with his right hand, and making a false slap with his left hand, Cui Zhihuan suddenly fell backward with a little counter-shock force, lying flat on his back, sliding back like a fish, and his left leg escaped from the mire.
"Boom!" A huge boulder flew out from the reeds on the left and hit it with the sound of howling wind. Cui Zhihuan snorted coldly, leaned sideways to avoid the boulder, and at the same time activated the technique he had prepared. A streak of blood flashed like
The arrow shot out and flew straight past, hitting the direction where the boulder came from. The reeds were broken and the debris flew away.
No one!
"Bang!" The boulder hit the swamp dully, causing a large mud wave. Then, dozens of rocks as big as millstones flew out from all directions, like a violent storm, hitting Cui Zhihuan one after another.
Cui Zhihuan twisted rapidly and dodged frequently. The mud exploded and sprayed everywhere, and rocks smashed into the mud and sank rapidly.
Cui Zhihuan caught a glimpse of a dozen thin vines dug out of the mud. They had been buried in the mud before and had not been discovered. It seems that when he broke out of the mire just now, he touched the thin vines, triggering the small mechanism arranged by the opponent, causing the boulder to automatically eject.
Cui Zhihuan stretched out his fingers and touched a rock, twisting out several fingernail-sized slices. They were gray in color, covered with white spots, vaguely attached with turbid mucus, and exuded a fishy smell, like eggshells.
Suddenly, the surrounding mud trembled violently, and rapids surged from below, creating rolling ripples on the surface of the swamp. "Peng!" The mud waves rose into the sky, and a giant sword-tailed crocodile shrouded in darkness emerged from the swamp, its yellow eyes glaring.
A ferocious cold light burst out towards Cui Zhihuan.
Cui Zhihuan flicked the thin slice off his hand and thought - this is an egg shell! The opponent stole the egg of the sword-tailed giant crocodile and hid it in the mud. After the boulder smashed down, it not only broke the crocodile egg, but also alarmed the sword-tailed giant crocodile. It can be said that it was a surprise.
The traps surrounding each other did not allow him to breathe at all.
With an angry roar, the sword-tailed giant crocodile opened its huge serrated mouth, and a huge shadow covered Cui Zhihuan...
More than two hours later, Zhi Shouzhen was crouching in the reeds, watching Cui Zhihuan approaching from a distance, almost unable to recognize his appearance.
It seemed to be just a vague human figure, limping, with disheveled hair, dark mud mixed with blood dripping from the body, and the exposed skin was torn and scarred.
This was caused by Ge Shuye. Along this route deep into the swamp, the pony bandits laid nearly a hundred traps. Zhi Shou had really seen the traps used by the Wu tribe when hunting, and he could compare with Ge Shuye.
When I stood up, it was completely different. Those simple rope buckles, stones, shrub piles, swamp beasts... In Ge Shuye's whimsical hands, they glowed with magical power and transformed into murderous weapons. p>
"Come out!" Cui Zhihuan stepped into the mud puddle, splashing oily sewage. "I know you are here. Want to kill me? Cui is here!" He walked slowly to the reeds, covered with dirt.
Black and smelly, only the eye mask is still white, it is so bright that it dazzles the eyes.
Zhi Shou didn't move, holding the broken sword quietly. He didn't understand why Cui Zhihuan was desperate to catch up with him in his current situation. Isn't it unwise to be so motivated?
"Don't these three ant-like untouchables want Cui's life? Now Cui is standing in front of you, are you brave enough to take action?" Cui Zhihuan straightened his body, and his high-pitched and hoarse voice echoed over the dark swamp. Zhi ShouZhen remained unmoved, and the Eight-Winged Golden Cicada keenly sensed Cui Zhihuan's weakness. He was like a sick and injured beast that was constantly losing blood. As long as his patience ran out, sooner or later the blood would run out.
"Untouchables are untouchables. Dirty ants only deserve to hide in holes in the ground for the rest of their lives!" After a long time, Cui Zhihuan looked up to the sky and burst into laughter. He shook his head arrogantly, turned around, and walked back step by step.
"Go away, grandma! You are an ant, and your whole family is an ant!" From the other end of the reeds, Fat Tiger's rough voice suddenly came out. He popped his head up and raised a large millstone majestically.
The gravel hit Cui Zhihuan hard.
This stupid thing... Zhikari sighed secretly and had to emerge from the reeds, pointing the broken sword at Cui Zhihuan. Since the three of them had sworn an oath, he could only advance and retreat together. The oath of Changshengtian was very evil, and it was not possible until the moment of life and death.
He will not offend easily.
"Little mouse, why don't you keep hiding?" Cui Zhihuan's eyes were burning, staring at Zhi Kaizhen, turning a blind eye to the boulder hitting him from a distance.
Before Zhihuizhen could answer, Cui Zhihuan suddenly slapped his palm lightly and landed on the rock. Silently, the rock turned in mid-air, turned around, and accelerated towards Zhihuizhen.
Zhi Kaizhen made a mistake in his steps and avoided the boulder. Cui Zhihuan had already rushed in front of him, and a dazzling blood shadow appeared on his hands. Zhi Kaizhen's heart was frightened. The blood shadow was so fast that he couldn't even swing his sword, so he could only retreat.<
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"Bind! Circle! Shoot! Pump..." Cui Zhihuan chased after him, chanting the magic mantra, and left-handed surgical techniques in endlessly, imaginary blood ropes, blood circles, blood whips, blood arrows... all wrapped around Zhi Huizhen;
One hand swelled like a bucket, filled with blood, and struck and slashed like a stormy sea, forcing Zhi Shou to retreat and have no time to draw his sword.
"Huh--" Fat Tiger threw the boulder again. Cui Zhihuan didn't even look at it. A ray of blood rushed out from behind, wrapped up the boulder, swung it violently, and hit Zhikarizhen's feet. "Bang!" Mud splashed.
, the ground in the swamp trembled, Zhikarizhen slipped under his feet, lost his footing and fell to the ground.
The blood shadow rushed towards him, and Cui Zhihuan struck down with his right palm!