The rolling moor appeared in front of Cui Zhihuan.

He slowed down and looked around. There was a gap of space. The gray-white reed flowers were swept up by the cold wind and flew wildly. The humid air showed the smell of rotten grass mud and a very faint strange smell.

Cui Zhihuan's eyes finally fell on the footprints of the swamp: three pairs of footprints, one big or two small, clearly sinking into the soft mud, extending to the depths of the swamp. There were radial mud marks distributed around the footprints, as if they were splashing when they were running hard.

With the scheming of that young man with swordsmanship, how could he leave such obvious traces? Cui Zhihuan stared at the strings of footprints on the mudflat, which seemed to be deliberately leaving footprints and seducing him into the trap.

They are not trying to escape, but hunt themselves!

The tiger falls into the sun and is bullied by a dog!

The indescribable sense of humiliation was like a raging fire, rushing towards Cui Zhihuan's heart, burning his cheeks to make him red and hot, as if bleeding was oozing.

"Bang!" The mud splashed with a palm, Cui Zhihuan stepped on his footprints unscrupulously, and rushed into the deep lake in the direction. Along the way, there were scattered low shrubs, with fern moss becoming denser, and reeds connecting into undulating tents. Occasionally, a rustling sound came from the silence, and then it was flooded by the rumbling sound of the river.

"Puchi!" Cui Zhihuan's feet suddenly sank, the surface soil collapsed, and one leg fell into the soft mud, and he disappeared. There were footprints left here, but he didn't expect that once he stepped on it, he could not gain a foothold at all. It was obviously a disguised trap.

"Dududu--" The mud around him bubbling, and Cui Zhihuan's body fell down and he couldn't help but sink down. He was not panicked, adjusting his breathing evenly and relaxing the muscles of his body. If he struggled hard at this time, it would sink deeper and deeper and it would be difficult to get out.

He quietly pinched the technique with his right hand and slapped his palm with his left hand. Cui Zhihuan suddenly fell back with a little recoil force, lay flat, slid back like a swimming fish, and his left leg escaped from the mud.

"Boom!" A huge rock flew out from the reeds on the left, smashing towards him with a roar of wind. Cui Zhihuan snorted coldly, his body tilted to avoid the rock, and at the same time activated the technique he had prepared. A blood light shot out like an arrow and swept straight past, hitting the direction when the rock came, causing the reeds to break and debris to float away.

No one!

"Bang!" The huge rock dullly hit the swamp, stirring up a large area of ​​mud waves. Then, dozens of millstone-sized rocks flew out from all directions, like a storm, hitting Cui Zhihuan one after another.

Cui Zhihuan twisted rapidly and dodged frequently. The mud exploded everywhere, splashing everywhere, and the rocks slammed into the mud and sank rapidly.

Cui Zhihuan caught a glimpse of more than ten thin vines that were flipping out of the mud. He had been buried in the mud before and had never noticed them. I think when he was rushing out of the mud just now, he touched the thin vines, triggering the small mechanism arranged by the other party, causing the huge rock to automatically eject.

Cui Zhihuan stretched out his fingers and touched a rock, and twisted out several thin slices the size of a fingernail. The color was gray and covered with white spots. It was faintly attached to turbid mucus, emitting a trace of fishy smell, like an eggshell.

Suddenly, the surrounding mud trembled violently, and the thunder came from below, and rolling ripples bloomed on the surface of the mud. "Peng!" The mud waves soared into the sky, and a giant sword-tailed crocodile shrouded in the darkness emerged from the mud. The yellow eyes glared at Cui Zhihuan, bursting out with a fierce cold light.

Cui Zhihuan bounced off the thin slice on his hand, and his mind turned into an electric shock - this is the eggshell! The other party stole the egg of the sword-tailed giant crocodile and hid it in the mud. After the huge rock fell, it not only broke the crocodile egg, but also alarmed the sword-tailed giant crocodile. It can be said that it was a trap that was one after another, and he could not breathe at all.

With an angry roar, the sword-tailed giant crocodile opened its jagged mouth, and a huge shadow covered Cui Zhihuan...

More than two hours later, Zhi Shouzhen lay in the reeds, looking at Cui Zhihuan from afar, and could hardly recognize his appearance.

It seemed like a vague human figure, limping, messy hair, dark mud dripping from the whole body with blood, and the exposed skin was blooming and covered in scars.

This was caused by Ge Shuye. Along this route deep into the swamp, the little bandits arranged nearly a hundred traps. Zhi Shuzhen had seen the beast traps that the witch clan had hunted now, but compared with Ge Shuye, it was completely different from Ge Shuye. Those simple rope buckles, stones, shrub piles, and wild beasts in the swamp... emitted magical power on Ge Shuye's wonderful hands and transformed into killing weapons.

"Come out!" Cui Zhihuan stepped into the mud, splashing oily sewage. "I know you are here. Want to kill me? Cui is here!" He slowly walked to the reeds, his body was dirty and stinky, and only his eye mask was still white, dazzling.

Zhi Shouzhen didn't move and quietly held the broken sword. He didn't understand why Cui Zhihuan had to catch up with him with all his might. Isn't it wise to act so aggressively?

"Don't three ants-like untouchables want Cui's life? Now Cui is standing in front of you. Are you brave enough to do it?" Cui Zhihuan straightened his body, and his loud and hoarse voice echoed over the dark swamp.

Zhi Shouzhen was still unmoved, and the eight-winged golden cicada keenly sensed Cui Zhihuan's weakness. He was like a wounded beast that kept losing blood. As long as he was patient, his blood would be gone sooner or later.

"Unpardon people are unpardon people. Dirty ants are worthy of hiding in the cave for the rest of their lives!" After a long time, Cui Zhihuan burst into laughter on the sky. He shook his head arrogantly, turned around, and walked back step by step.

"Get out of your grandma! You are an ant, your whole family is an ant!" The other end of the reeds suddenly heard the fat tiger's clamor and shouted loudly. He emerged and raised a grit as big as a millstone in a majestic manner and smashed it hard at Cui Zhihuan.

This stupid guy... Zhi Shouzhen sighed inwardly and had to emerge from the reeds, pointing the broken sword at Cui Zhihuan. Since the three of them swore, he could only advance and retreat together. The oath of Changshengtian was very evil, and he would not easily violate it until the moment of life and death.

"Little mouse, why don't you continue to hide?" Cui Zhihuan's eyes were burning, staring at Zhi Shuzhen steadily, and ignored the huge rocks that were hit from afar.

Before Zhi Shunzhen could answer, Cui Zhihuan suddenly patted his palm and landed on the rock that hit him. Silently, the rock turned in mid-air, turned around, and accelerated to Zhi Shunzhen.

Zhi Shouzhen made a wrong step and avoided the huge rock. Cui Zhihuan had already pounced in front of him, and his hands showed a dazzling blood shadow. Zhi Shouzhen's heart was shocked, and the blood shadow was so fast that he couldn't even swing his sword, so he could only pull back.

"Binding! Circle! Shoot! Pull..." Cui Zhihuan chased after him, chanting the Demon Sect's truth, and left surgery techniques emerged one after another, and hemorrhage ropes, blood circles, blood whips, blood arrows... all wrapped around Zhi Shouzhen; his other hand swelled like a fight, and his blood light filled with blood, and he slashed like a storm, forcing Zhi Shouzhen to retreat and had no time to draw his sword.

"Huh--" Fat Tiger threw out the huge rock again. Cui Zhihuan didn't even look at it. A ray of blood rushed out from behind, wrapped around the huge rock, and threw it violently, hitting Zhi Shunzhen's feet. "Bang!" The mud splashed, the swamp trembled, Zhi Shunzhen's feet slipped, and fell to the ground.

The blood shadow pounced on him, and Cui Zhihuan's right palm hit him with a bang!
Chapter completed!