In the south of the village, Fanyin and his party were resting. Everyone had to take a five-minute nap to recover their strength. After years of training, the soldiers of the Military and Political Department had long learned to "sleep quickly" and fell into a deep sleep as soon as they closed their eyes. Fanyin drank ice water.

Suddenly, the mirror in front of her eyes flashed, and Fanyin looked over. She could see her eyes tightening, and she opened her bow and shot out the three spiritual swords. When the soldiers flashed, Fanyin had disappeared from the spot.

The boy saw hundreds of dark black thorns shooting towards him, so dark that even the night seemed bright and dazzling.

A ray of coldness passed across the side of the boy's face from behind, cutting off a strand of hair that covered his eyes. With a sudden sound, a piece of light flashed in front of the boy, and the light became bigger and bigger, blocking everything in front of him.

"Bang bang bang." Hundreds of black thorns were pierced in mid-air just a millimeter in front of the boy's face, and they did not fall down again. The black thorns were so close that they were about to pierce the boy's nose and eyes. He even felt pain.

The rattling stopped suddenly.

Huo Di, a sharp howl that tore apart the quiet night exploded in the northernmost part of the village. A cold light was seen coming from behind the boy, and a long hole was drawn on the silver-white ground under the moonlight, from which

The Xiang Street at the south end of the village stretches along the road to the north of the village, dividing the village into two.

With a pop, blood covered the ground, and stopped splattering in front of the boy's face, like a piece of transparent glass, blocking the boy from the space in front of him. The dirty blood made the boy feel sick, and the howling stopped again.

The boy covered his chest with his blood-stained hands and looked across the way desperately. He wanted to see clearly what had killed his pig and then killed himself. One had been split in half, and the remaining two were confused.

The figure gradually appeared in his field of vision, walking awkwardly.

"Dead man!" the boy blurted out. His body sitting on the ground couldn't help but move back, but he couldn't exert much force on his legs, but he was still rubbing them desperately.

Two strange figures walked towards the boy, grinning and chewing: "How can this boy be so powerful?" As soon as the words left his mouth, there was a "pop", and another person was hit hard by a slender silver spiritual arrow shot from a distance at high speed.

He hit the ground hard and stopped moving forward.

The boy shuddered and looked at the man who was standing there and was stuck on the ground. Suddenly, the only remaining man opposite him rushed towards the boy madly, baring his teeth and claws. The defensive shield in front of the boy was broken. The skinny sharp fingers pinched towards the boy.

The boy's neck. The boy waved his hands desperately.

Suddenly, the boy felt himself being picked up backwards. His body had been so frightened that he was weak and weak. He could no longer stand still and had to be dragged. The person who caught him was Fanyin.

I originally wanted to pull him and put him behind me. But in this situation, Fanyin couldn't let go. He could only half drag and half pull him to protect the boy behind him.

The attack of the man on the other side did not stop. Fanyin swung his sword and cut off one of the opponent's arms. The opponent looked at his severed arm and looked at it for a week, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. Fanyin frowned, put away his weapon, and raised his hand.

Using his strength, a trapping technique instantly covered the opponent, making him unable to move anymore.

Fanyin looked at it and ignored it for the time being. She turned back to look at the boy behind her. Her hand was still holding his wrist. Fanyin had seen the boy's face and frowned. The wound on the boy's face was bleeding.

It spurted out, and the whole flesh was opened. Fanyin reached out and lightly brushed the boy's face, and a bit of biting coldness instantly filled the boy's fair face. The wound was calmed by a piece of ice, and the flesh was retracted.

"Be patient." Fanyin said. Just as she brushed the boy's face, the same chill spread from the boy's skin to Fanyin's hands.

"Ouch!" The boy exhaled in pain.

"Boss! What's wrong!" Following a strong gust of wind, Chilu had already arrived next to Fanyin.

It turned out that Fanyin saw something strange in the village through the mirror and rushed over. But she was afraid that the army would disturb the villagers, so she immediately told Chilu and Zhongli to stay where they were. But Chilu was worried, so he followed. Fanyin pointed out

There were two corpses and a trapped person behind her. One had been chopped into pieces by her, and the other was nailed to the ground.

Chi Lu went over to check. It was a dark night and the wind was high. He lit the fire letter, and the surrounding area was immediately illuminated. "People from the fourth branch!" Chi Lu said in surprise.

"It's the spirit charm." Fanyin said.

"What!" Chilu shouted, and another voice was heard beside him. The boy covered his face and shouted as well.

"It doesn't matter how you look. I'll ask the Lingshu to apply medicine to you in a while," Fanyin said.

"Who are you?" the boy muttered.

"I am the Fifth Sanskrit. The northern border has issued a curfew notice two days ago. Why are you coming out alone so late?"

"What's the fifth? You don't care whether I want to come out or not." The boy said impatiently.

"Why are you talking? My boss saved your life, why don't you thank him quickly!" Chi Lu came up and gave the boy a slap on the back of his head.

"Ouch! Who asked her to save her! A little girl!" the boy said harshly. At this time, he stood up straight. He was much taller than Fanyin, about fifteen or sixteen. The cotton coat he was wearing had long been

It fell off, leaving only a single piece of clothing on me. In the north where the temperature is more than 30 degrees below zero, if a person walks out like this, he will get frostbite in a moment.

Before the boy finished speaking, Fanyin stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, shaking it from side to side. "The injury healed very quickly." He has good spiritual power.

"What are you doing!" The boy quickly opened Fanyin's hand.

Fanyin ignored him and turned around to the two corpses. They were indeed wearing the clothes of the fourth branch officials. She walked to the man she had trapped. The man had a broken arm hanging on the prison system.

Fan Yin looked at it intently while waving wildly in the barrier.

"It's the three of them."

"Who?" Chi Lu said.

"The three young soldiers who were involved in the accident before in the fourth branch." Fanyin saw their true appearance through their broken bodies. These three soldiers were so skinny that they were indistinguishable from human to ghost.

Chi Lu looked at the man and then at the wound on the boy's face. Although the injury had been controlled, he could still clearly tell that it was not an ordinary wound but a fracture left by the spirit after it injured someone. It was extremely difficult to heal.

The bleeding doesn't stop.

"What about the injuries on this kid's face?"

"Left by the spirit charm." Fanyin said.

"Weren't the bodies of the three of them in the fourth branch a few days ago? Why did they appear here again?" Chilu also came to Fanyin and looked at the people in the barrier.

"I'm not sure either." After saying that, Fanyin swung his sword and the barrier was broken. The soldiers trapped in the barrier were seen rushing towards Fanyin.

"We are missing a big living person!" The man said loudly and attacked Fanyin. A dark spiritual power gathered at the originally broken wrist, as if it had grown naturally on his broken arm.

Fanyin stepped forward vigorously and faced him. She grabbed the black thorn with her bare hands. With a little effort, the black thorn was instantly destroyed by her palm. Following several grappling hands, Fanyin continued to grab the black thorn from the man's arm.

He pinched his shoulder. There was a click, and the man's shoulder had been removed by the Sanskrit music, and his entire arm was dangling by his side.

In a flash, she went around behind the man and clamped his throat with her hands. Just now, the man was about to spit out black thorns from his throat. Fanyin squeezed hard and the man couldn't move anymore.
Chapter completed!