Ling Tianyun shook off the blood stains that remained on the blade, shuttling through this dense forest like a leopard. I don't know what kind of crisis awaits him ahead. The whole dense forest, like a trap arranged by a hunter, is quietly waiting for the arrival of the prey, after all, who is the prey, who is the hunter.

He looked around vigilantly through the rows of pine bushes. The stars in the night sky seemed to be brighter, and the arc-shaped waning moon was like the curved eyes of a beautiful woman, staring at this dense forest without blinking. He flashed green pines and thick old trees.

Ling Tianyun came to a dead tree with all its leaves, and there was a stream less than two zhang wide in front of it, and the stream was flowing "rattling". The sound of the stream added a bit of seclusion to the silent forest. Beside him, there were several dense green pines.

With the faint starlight, it could be seen that the water in the stream was not deep, and Ling Tianyun hesitated. He remained silent behind the dead tree for a while, and did not hear any movement. He poked his head out again and looked at the brook, which was less than two feet long, and on both sides of it were rows of dense green pines. The big stones under the green pines, the stream rushed against the big stones, making a burst of sounds.

He looked around again, and was almost sure that there was no danger here, and he sprang out from behind the tree, and when he reached the brook, he leaped and crossed the stream with ease.

Ling Tianyun wiped the sweat from his forehead, I don't know if it was because of the sweat beads from nervousness, or if there was still a pain under his lower abdomen, the pain made him sweat. Crossing the stream, he lowered himself again, and walked through the row of green pines with an arrow. From time to time, he kept an eye on his feet, and hunters often came here to hunt in this dense forest, and often set up traps to catch prey. Although these traps are not enough to bring him much harm, it is a point to be less troubled.

After crossing the stream, the trees grew thicker. There was an eerie feeling all around, and occasionally a cold wind blew, and the sound of the "whirring" wind echoed in the dense forest. Ling Tianyun couldn't help but slow down, listening carefully to every voice coming from the dense forest.

Stepping on the soft dead leaves under his feet, a feeling of uneasiness suddenly surged up, and Ling Tianyun couldn't help but stop. It was pitch black, and only the occasional and a few moonlit rays of light came down from the trees in the jungle, and the dappled light and shadow flickered.

At this time, a breath of breaking the air suddenly shot straight behind him, and the breath of breaking the air made his scalp as if it had exploded, and the hairs on his body stood up. He immediately threw himself forward and fell to the ground, and as soon as he landed, the breath of breaking the air suddenly shot over his head, and at this time, several more sounds of breaking the air came from behind him.

As soon as Ling Tianyun felt the sound of breaking the sky, he rolled again, avoiding the sound of breaking the sky that shot at his back. He rolled to an ancient tree, and by the moonlight, he saw a few arrow feathers stuck in the dead leaves. The feathers of the arrows sank into the ground, revealing only the tail feathers, which were still trembling.

Ling Tianyun's eyes froze, good precision archery. He hid beside the tree, and the sound of breaking the sky ceased to sound,

Who is it, such accurate archery skills, suddenly, he thought of Yelu Boqing who was shot by arrows that afternoon in Whitewater City. Whether this person is the real murderer who shot Yelu Boqing or not, everything is possible. If this person was the real murderer who shot Yelu Boqing, Ling Tianyun couldn't let this person go. This person used the arrow feathers of the Baishui Pass defenders to kill Nayelu Boqing, in order to blame the soldiers guarding the city of Baishui Pass.

At this time, Ling Tianyun did not dare to act rashly, and always guarded against the archer who was in the shadows. Maybe there is more than one archer, not necessarily. For a while, Ling Tianyun hid behind the tree and did not move, and the archer in the dark did not fire the arrow again. There was such a stalemate, and no one made any movement.

Ling Tianyun pondered how to determine the location of the archer in the shadows, and he casually touched a stone. He threw it around, only to hear a "whoosh", and an arrow pierced through the silent forest and shot at the stone.

"Horn" sound,

The arrows of iron had pierced the stone, and it immediately turned into debris and fell. Seeing this, Ling Tianyun couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, how could he avoid such a superb archery technique. He picked up a few more stones from the ground, and with a wave of his hand, the stones shot out in all directions.

"Whoosh", a few sounds of breaking the air, and several arrows hit the stones that flew out of his hand, could it not be an archer, Ling Tianyun felt the few arrows that shot through the stones, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart. This is a big trouble, even if there is only one archer in the secret, why does it give him a big headache, not to mention more than one.

There was a rustling sound, followed by the sound of crickets, "It's gone", Ling Tianyun's heart froze, at this moment he was sure that more than one archer, at least two, was coming towards his hiding place. Those archers are obviously good at shooting in the night, and if they surround them, then their lives may be tied here.

Ling Tianyun picked up a few more stones in a haphazard manner, and shot them out around him with all his might, while he rushed in the opposite direction to another place. He leaped as fast as a rabbit, and as soon as he crossed the tree where he was hiding, several arrows locked onto him, turning into meteors and shooting at him.

Ling Tianyun raised the knife in his hand, picked up layers of sword shadows, and slashed those arrows to the ground. He couldn't make any more moves, and a few more arrows broke through the air. As soon as he lowered his body, his body turned into an afterimage of the Dao Dao, shooting straight away. "Whoosh", arrows shot through his afterimage and landed on the ground.

Ling Tianyun didn't dare to pause, he was scurrying around in the dense forest like a leopard, only he would turn right for a while, turn left for a while, and run beyond the arc for a while. The arrows that were shot at his back all "swished" and fell into the ground, leaving a tail feather fluttering.

After a few flashes, Ling Tianyun disappeared into this dark dense forest, and no more sound came out, as if he had disappeared into this dense forest.

However, he saw two figures walking out from the tree where Ling Tianyun had just been hiding, and these two people were also dressed in soap-colored clothes. The two were relatively thin, only a little more than six feet tall. The two men carried quivers full of arrows, and they held bows in their hands that were drawn like a full moon.

The two of them glanced at each other, lowered their waists and ran towards the place where Ling Tianyun had disappeared. The two men looked around in full vigilance, listening carefully for any sounds coming from the dense forest. In the dense forest, there was silence, and in the dark dense forest, like a fierce beast waiting for food to be imported, they paused for a while, but still did not find any trace of Ling Tianyun.

At this time, they began to transform from hunters to prey, but Ling Tianyun became a hunter at this moment, a real hunter.

The two archers walked slowly, stopping from time to time and looking around. One of the archers gestured, and the other leaped onto a green pine tree next to them. The archer on the green pine pushed aside the dense pine needles and looked down.

I saw a dark patch below, and under the faint moonlight, the branches around were shaken by the wind. He looked far away, trying to find something from below, but found nothing.

The man under the tree looked up at the archer in the tree, and saw that he had made a gesture to understand that he had not found anything. The man made another gesture, meaning to tell the man on the tree to stay on it first, and he went to find Ling Tianyun's whereabouts first.

The man stepped on the soft dead leaves, making a rustling sound, and he walked cautiously forward, reaching a distance of almost a hundred feet, and this distance of a hundred feet took him nearly a quarter of an hour.

The man looked back, but in the dark forest, he could no longer see the green pine that hid another archer. A sense of unnamed fear began to spread, and he felt that the atmosphere was a little oppressive. He licked his chapped lips with his tongue, his eyes glowing from time to time, and he looked around cautiously.

"Whoosh",

He subconsciously retreated, only to see a black shadow passing in front of him, feeling the trajectory of the black shadow sweeping, he raised the bow that was drawn like a full moon, and as soon as he put his finger, the arrow shot towards the black shadow like lightning. The shadow flickered, and he heard the sound of arrows shooting into the flesh. He quickened his pace to the dark shadow, and saw that it was a hare. The arrow had already pierced the hare through its belly and nailed it to the ground, but the hare was still struggling with its limbs.

He let out a long breath, and his tense nerves immediately relaxed.

Wait, he felt a pang in his heart, as if he sensed that something was wrong. He was about to lean down to pick up the hare, and that was right now. A cold light pierced the dark forest, coming towards him, straight to his throat. He was suddenly startled, and raised his bow to block the oncoming cold light.

"Tight" sound,

The bow in his hand had been cut by the cold light, and it was cut in two at once. The bow did not stop the cold light that swept towards his throat, and the cold light swept through his throat like a bamboo.

I saw blood splashed several feet high in the man's throat, and the man's eyes widened as if he was unwilling, but he could only fall forward. His body landed on the hare, which had been nailed to the ground by an arrow, and his eyes saw that the hare was bound by a withered vine. As if he understood something, he tried to grasp the hare with his hands, but he hung down weakly, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.

Ling Tianyun was holding a sword dripping with blood, and looked coldly at the fallen archer without any expression. The archer's body stiffened, and blood splattered in his throat.

A figure with a knife in his hand turned around and disappeared into the secluded forest, and a strong smell of blood began to spread.

The archer, who was hiding on the green pine, waited for a while, but still did not wait for the return of the other archer. He had a bad premonition, and at this moment there was a faint smell of blood wafting into his nose. His face changed, and he secretly exclaimed, and his body slid from the green pine, and then fell lightly to the ground without making any sound.

He lowered his body and walked step by step towards the place where the smell of blood was emitting, and the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger.

Under the faint starlight, I saw a man fall to the ground on his back, his eyes wide open. Blood was pouring from the man's throat, and the other half of a severed bow was clenched in his hand, and the other half was on the ground not far from him. The arrows in the quiver on his back had all been spilled on the ground.

He leaned down and picked up the arrow that had fallen on the ground, filling the quiver behind him. He put the quiver back on his back, and felt the quiver that had gained a little weight, and his heart was steady. He couldn't help but lower his head and touched the short knife hidden next to the cowhide combat boots, feeling a slight warmth coming from the short knife.

He glanced at the corpse that had fallen to the ground again, and there was a cold light in his eyes, and that cold light existed like a ghost fire in the dark forest. The man's figure was once again long, like an arrow off the string, cunning and fast, but it did not make any sound on the thick dead leaves.

In the secluded dense forest, the thick blood spreads out, and the whole dense forest is like a blood-colored purgatory.