The masked man took a few steps back, and with a punch out of thin air, the jug of water on the fire burst, splashing and making a noise, and the surroundings suddenly went dark.

Fang Huiyun and Lan Xin drew their swords in their hands at the same time, and the two of them were back to back, looking around.

Suddenly, there was a crying wolf-like laughter, and the laughter flickered and flickered, making it difficult to grasp the direction.

"Who is it?" Lan Xin was a little nervous, Fang Huiyun didn't speak, to be honest, she didn't have much experience in the rivers and lakes, she used to spend a lot of time in the army, even if she occasionally went to the rivers and lakes, there were a large number of masters sent by Fang Hui by her side;

"They're ghosts, two girls be careful. The masked man said.

Ghost, Fang Huiyun gasped, this is really what to say.

The ghost is a legend of the steppe, a horror legend.

Fang Huiyun had seen the record of the ghost shadow in the archives of the Shuai Mansion before, this ghost shadow was actually a subordinate of Meng Bao, the great disciple of the Xianbei National Teacher Wuqimu, carefully trained by Meng Bao, and his appearance was all wearing masks, no one knew his true face and combat methods, because everyone who had seen the ghost shadow died, but his ferocity spread throughout the grassland, and in the war between the Great Jin and Xianbei, the Great Jin suffered a lot, and the tiger Benwei even paid a huge price.

The laughter continued around, Fang Huiyun's expression was serious, Lan Xin was very nervous, after knowing the ghost, Fang Huiyun didn't plan to leave again, because the ghost shadow would not let the people who had seen them run away.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Three more black shadows shot out of the darkness, and the three black shadows shot straight at the masked man, Lan Xin didn't even see what the black shadow was, the masked man avoided two, waved his hand and shook the third one, and then quickly turned around, and swung his fist again, a burst sounded in the darkness, Lan Xin was stunned for a moment before he understood, it turned out that in addition to the three black shadows, there was a fourth, this black shadow was silent, like a poisonous snake in the dark, quietly swimming towards the masked man.

The laughter was still echoing around, Lan Xin couldn't help but feel a little irritated in her heart, and shouted into the darkness: "Pretend to be a ghost! Why don't you come out and fight!"

As soon as the words fell, Fang Huiyun grabbed her, moved a few steps to the side, away from the fire, and stood firmly, a black shadow fell from the original position, and the black shadow was inserted on the ground, Lan Xin fixed his eyes and saw that there was a feather arrow, and the feathers on the tail of the arrow were still trembling.

Seeing this arrow, Lan Xin couldn't help but sweat in her vest, with her own cultivation, she didn't hear the sound of the bowstring, nor did she hear the sound of the feather arrow breaking through the air, if Fang Huiyun hadn't pulled her, she would probably have been injured under this arrow.

"Be calm, calm down, don't be disturbed by laughter!" Fang Huiyun advised, this is just a technique similar to the Demon Gate Soul Dementor Demon Sound, using sound to disturb the opponent's mind, and then taking the opportunity to sneak attack.

In fact, since the first feather arrow came from the darkness, Lan Xin had poured her internal energy into her whole body, but it had no effect, and her internal breath couldn't help but vibrate, which made her upset.

Perhaps perceiving Lan Xin's predicament, Fang Huiyun reached out and grabbed her left hand, and a silky inner breath entered her body, like a clear spring pouring down from her head, the internal breath quickly stabilized, and listening to the laughter, she was not so annoying.

The masked man took two more steps back, retreated to the side of the horse, and put the saddle on the horse's back, Fang Huiyun rolled her eyes, and she and Lan Xin covered each other and retreated to the side of the horse, tying the saddle.

"Let's go!" Fang Huiyun shouted, and the masked man did not hesitate at all: "Okay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the masked man drew a short knife from his horse's back and slashed at the shore, and in a flash of the knife, a figure jumped out of the ground and flew into the air.

Fang Huiyun drew her sword, her figure jumped up, the sword light flashed and quickly annihilated, at the same time, the masked figure swept by, and she heard several blade strikes in the darkness, and the masked man jumped back, staggering under his feet, and barely trying to stand.

With a snap, a pitch-black corpse fell to the ground, and there was a little more blood in the air.

Lan Xin was very surprised, and couldn't help but look at the masked man, how did he know that this person was in the soil, and he was wet all over his body, this was by no means soaked in blood.

When the man in black fell, the laughter that was wafting around him came to an abrupt end.

The masked man took another pill, his breath became significantly thicker, and he took two steps towards Fang Huiyun and Lan Xin, forming a horn with the two of them.

"The ghost is five people at a time, and there are four more. The masked man whispered.

"Who are you, why did the ghost hunt you down?" Fang Huiyun also asked in a low voice.

The masked man didn't answer, Fang Huiyun didn't urge, and after a while, the masked man said: "If you don't kill the ghost, none of us can leave, okay, in Xia Mu Hong, the prodigal son of the rivers and lakes, the two are disciples of the Demon Gate." ”

Fang Huiyun frowned slightly, neither denied nor admitted, but continued to ask, "Why did the ghost shadow chase you?"

The masked man pondered for a moment before he smiled, "I killed a man, so they hunted me down." ”

"Who did you kill?" Fang Huiyun's brows furrowed even tighter, and Mu Hong said lightly: "Murong Tianjiao of the Murong tribe." ”

"Murong Tianjiao, you killed Murong Tianjiao!"

Before Fang Huiyun could speak, Lan Xin had already called out, this Murong Tianjiao was not an ordinary person, but the second son of the king of the Murong tribe, if it was just this, it would be nothing, Murong Shang, the king of the Murong tribe, had many wives and concubines, and his sons and daughters added up to seventeen or eighteen, and it was no big deal to have a dead son.

But Murong Tianjiao is different, that is really Tianjiao, handsome face, known as the first beautiful man in the grassland, both civil and military, talented, once studied in the capital of the Great Jin Dynasty for ten years, participated in the debate of the famous Yingchuan Academy, and made a lot of fame;

Unexpectedly, such a character actually died at the hands of this person.

"Really?" Lan Xin was a little disbelieving and looked at Mu Hong suspiciously.

The face under Mu Hong's face towel smiled, but Fang Huiyun asked, "Why did you kill Murong Tianjiao?"

Fang Huiyun has also admired Murong Tianjiao for a long time, but that is not a good thing, her father Fang Hui has mentioned this person several times in private, and in addition to praise, he always has to add that he must kill Murong Tianjiao if he has the opportunity, otherwise he will definitely be another bald tree function in the future, even worse than the bald tree function.

"It's nothing, it's just that it doesn't like him. Mu Hong said lightly.

Lan Xin's eyes widened, for this reason!

Of course it's not this reason, it's an excuse, but I also told the two of them not to ask again, and they won't say it if they ask.

The surroundings were quiet, and the insects hiding in the grass made a clear chirp, and they could not hear the slightest noise, but the three of them still did not dare to relax in the slightest.

The fire had been extinguished, the wind in the steppe was a little cold, the woods made a low noise, the stream flowed quietly, and the moonlight shone through the clouds and sparkled on the water.

"Is the ghost shadow a member of the Murong tribe?" Fang Huiyun asked again.

Mu Hong never took off his scarf, the night was thick, and he couldn't see anything, he simply closed his eyes, only sensed with his divine sense, and fought with the ghost shadow along the way, and set a trap several times to kill one or two, but he didn't expect that this ghost shadow was weird, all of them were profound, each of them was on the top of the martial arts, and the leader was the first grade of the grandmaster, and the five people were skillful in cooperating, so that he had no chance to take advantage of it.

Now that he had killed one, the five-man coordination had been broken, and he was curious to know what would happen in the next battle.

Taking two deep breaths, the internal breath continued to circulate, the medicinal power gradually dispersed, the injury was controlled, but it still did not improve, this trip to the desert, although he killed Murong Tianjiao, but his loss was not small, this Murong Tianjiao was worthy of his reputation, stepped into his trap, and killed the three good hands who came with him under the outnumbered enemy, and he had not been seriously injured for many years.

"Murong Tianjiao is a disciple of Sutherang, the second disciple of Uqimu, after Sutherang's death, Uqimu personally taught him for a period of time, and it can be said that Uqimu's apprentice is not bad. Mu Hong explained simply.

But Fang Huiyun was very shocked, Murong Tianjiao was actually a member of Wuqimu's sect, so to speak, the Murong tribe had a deep relationship with this Xianbei national teacher, she immediately thought of the imperial court's dispatch of troops this time, is there a connection here?

According to the information she heard, this grassland rebellion was initially a grassland dispute between the central Xianbei and the southern Xianbei, and then each brought in foreign aid, the southern Xianbei found the Tuoba tribe of the western Xianbei, and the central Xianbei found the Yuwen tribe of the eastern Xianbei, and the Murong tribe did not participate in this war.

But Fang Huiyun somehow felt that this originally very clear situation immediately became blurry after Mu Hong's news, and there were more things that could not be seen through.

If this war was Uqimu's plan, what was his purpose? Reunify Xianbei? But Xianbei now lacks a bald tree function, whether it is Tuoba Ying of the Tuoba tribe, or Murong Shang of the Murong tribe, or the great king of the central Xianbei Tuli, or the eastern Xianbei king Yuwenyun, they cannot make the other Xianbei tribes obey.

This judgment was not made by Fang Huiyun, but by Fang Hui, he had fought with Xianbei all his life, and Fang Huiyun completely believed in his judgment.

Before she could continue to think about it, there was a trace of movement in the darkness, her brows furrowed slightly, and the long sword slashed in the air continuously, and the night rippled in a circle.

In the center of the ripples, there was a black sword, which appeared there suddenly, and seemed to be there all the time, and the most strange thing was that there was no one behind the sword, no one held the sword.

The sword was struggling desperately, Fang Huiyun couldn't stop drawing circles, and the long sword spit out a trace of strength, which was like silk, wrapping the sword into a cocoon.

The cocoon is transparent, and the black dagger can be clearly seen.

At the same time that Fang Huiyun took out the sword and trapped the short sword, Mu Hong also took out the sword, and he was completely different from Fang Huiyun.

Fang Huiyun is feminine, that trace of strength did not make a sound, but his knife was fierce and terrifying, one knife after another, and it was inseparable from the black shadow in front of him.

Lan Xin was hesitating whether to go over to help, and Fang Huiyun's advice came from her ear: "Be careful! I may not be able to take care of you later." ”

Lan Xin hurriedly lifted her spirits and paid full attention to the situation around her, but before she could find the enemy, the sword light flashed in front of her, a long sword was deeply inserted into the ground, and there was a stirring underground, Lan Xin hurriedly took two steps back, staring nervously at the ground.

Fang Huiyun snorted lightly, pulled out the long sword, the sword body was clear, and a drop of blood slowly condensed at the tip of the sword, and finally dripped to the ground and melted into the soil.

In mid-air, the short sword was still struggling, but it was obviously no longer the original strength, and it had become weak.

"Possessed by ghosts, never die!"

There was a singing harmony in the darkness, and the tone was calm and cold, and the slightest mood swing could not be heard.

"Ghost tricks, why not fight in the light!"

Fang Huiyun was not polite at all, and shouted at the darkness.

"Dang!"

With a long blade clash, Mu Hong's sword wind was still spreading around, and a black shadow jumped out of the sword momentum and stood opposite him.

At the same time, two black shadows slowly stepped out of the darkness, one left and one right, their whole bodies were wrapped in black, and as soon as the two of them appeared, they stared at Fang Huiyun, ignoring Lan Xin beside them at all, as if she didn't exist.

(End of chapter)