In this lush primeval forest of [Bayi Chinese website     www.zw-du.me], two black dots chased each other in the whistling wind and snow, playing the hunter game, and while moving, they took the wind and snow away from their original trajectory and followed the two black shadows.

Shunji Fujii had already felt the approaching aura behind him. He could feel that this was the monster who became a demon on the top of the mountain last time. He really didn't want to fight with such a desperate Deadpool. His mission had been completed. Now he only wanted to find a way to get rid of him through this dense forest. Shunji Fujii rushed forward for a while, and suddenly forced a turn, interspersed in the direction of two o'clock.

Zhang Fengmo narrowed his eyes, and a cold light shot out sharply from the one-eyed hole like an abyss, locking in Shunji Fujii's breath. He pushed the ground with his toes, twisted the direction, and followed closely.

Fujii Shunji used his clever body skills and familiarity with the terrain to slowly leave Zhang Fengmo a certain distance, but he could not escape from the other party's sight. Zhang Fengmo used not eyes, but breath. He sniffed the dangerous aura of prey, followed closely and followed him.

Suddenly, Shunji Fujii found that the breath behind him disappeared suddenly. His brows frowned, and he felt a breath that was gradually breathing. He slowly slowed down his heavy breathing. He looked around with vigilance. He quietly slid down the branches, his whole body lying on the ground covered with stolen mud, lying dormant on the ground like a loach. Under the cover of heavy fog and wind and snow at night, almost no one could notice it. Although this posture was a bit embarrassing, it was better for Shunji Fujii to fight one-on-one than fighting with the fighting madman.

Shunji Fujii slowly crawled forward, his feet squirming forward carefully. As long as he left this forest, he could get into the crowd. It would not be so easy for that dead guy to find himself.

Shunji Fujii controlled his breathing exactly the same frequency as the swaying snow as the wind and snow. He saw the outline of the city hidden under the bushes in front, and took a few more steps forward to escape that guy.

At this moment, Du! Du! Two feather arrows, like poisonous snakes, were like eyes, and shot towards the body of Shunji Fujii, who was stuck to the ground like lightning. Although Shunji Fujii had not felt where the arrow was shot, his body seemed to have some sensing function. Before the crossbow arrow and the body, it had moved several inches to the left, barely avoiding the piercing fate.

But in this way, his whereabouts were already exposed. Shunji Fujii felt a buzzing sound in his ears. It was the sound of a sword light, as if he wanted to compete for power with the heaven and earth, and for power with the rain and snow. A long blood-devouring blood-red sword turned into a soul-devouring red light, directly piercing the wind and snow, and slashed from above Shunji Fujii with the coldness of cutting the heaven and earth.

Fujii Shunji's eyes narrowed, his pupils shrank, and a muffled groan sounded. Fujii Shun'er had disappeared from the spot. In the wind and snow, there was only a terrifying footprint of the deep pit. There was a crackling sound in the air in the forest. Fujii Shunji made a judgment on the situation at the first time. There was only one person on the other side!

Zhang Fengmo was really brave and dared to chase him alone. As soon as he thought of this, a ruthless and violent gust slowly surged up from Fujii Shunji's chest.

In a moment, Fujii Shunji took the advance as a step back, and several people jumped to the outside of the blood-red sword, stepped forward with his feet, leaned forward, and then his fist turned into claws, and his claws turned into palms. Their momentum actually shook the howling wind, the thick fog of Yechu, and the flying snow all over the sky, and his arms trembled quickly, and his two palms slapped on the blood-red sword!

Zhang Fengmo obviously did not realize that Shunji Fujii was so decisive and turned back to fight back so resolutely. He was caught off guard and groaned, and was shocked by Shunji Fujii's fleshy palms and flew outwards. His body hit the trees, hitting the two small branches and breaking them.

Zhang Fengmo looked at the man in hazy black clothes in a little horrified manner. Not to mention the sneak attack, this pair of fleshy palms could repel him. The terrifying energy contained in his body showed that Zhang Fengmo put away his cat and mouse teasing heart. His face gradually became solemn, and the blood-red sword also began to shake in an instant as if he had smelled the smell of blood.

Shunji Fujii and Zhang Fengmo looked at each other, and the next second, there was no fancy words to each other. Zhang Fengmo shouted wildly, and the scream pierced Fengxue. He held the hilt of the long knife with both hands. A blood-red light flashed, and he cut his head towards the black figure that looked like a ghost!

The sword roared, and the sharpness on the knife seemed to scratch Shunji Fujii's face through the air, but Shunji Fujii was expressionless at this time, and his entire aura seemed to be a few degrees colder than the wind and frost around him. The pair of eyes hidden in the black clothes were shining with faint light, like an abyss, as if they were about to devour everything.

His face was as deep as water, his feet moved horizontally, his palms closed, and his body suddenly disappeared into the mist in silence, avoiding Zhang Fengmo's unstoppable knife, then twisted his waist and hit him with a palm. With a loud bursting sound, Zhang Fengmo blocked it stiffly, but was suppressed in his momentum, and he took a step back again.

The next second, Zhang Fengmo took attack as the defense and did not slow down because of the half step of retreat. He tickled his toes and forced his retreat. The long soul-devouring blood-red sword followed like snow. At the edge of the blade, the cruel sword energy almost enveloped Shunji Fujii's whole body.

Shunji Fujii let out a sharp roar, and his hands hidden in his sleeves suddenly shook violently. Then, his feet pushed the ground, rotten mud flew out, and ten fingers burst out, and countless wooden strips cut into sharp needle-shaped needle-shaped stabbed towards Zhang Fengmo's face!

Zhang Fengmo looked at the dense fine needle-shaped wooden strips, and his pupils suddenly tightened. He paused. He listened to the sound of breaking the wind and felt the stinging pain from the face. He hurriedly held the long sword with both hands to protect his whole body, and the handle of the knife was even more attached to his face, for fear that these strange hidden weapons made of wooden strips would pierce into his eyes. A series of muffled sounds, Zhang Fengmo used an extremely fast blade to cut off a large number of fine wooden needles, but even so, he still felt a few more tinglings on his body, and his hands were covered with fine wooden silk.

What a great hidden weapon!
Chapter completed!