Night Feather looked at the things in his hands. It is reasonable to say that in the stream, the blood will soon disappear. It is not dissolved in the water. It only shows a problem. The cloth has not entered the water for a long time!

Upstream...

The night feathers noticed the direction in which the stream flowed.

"Let's go and see." Night Feather handed the blood cloth in his hand to Bai Jinyi.

Bai Jinyi nodded, and there was a worry in his eyes.

"Fire spirit."

The night feathers called out the fire spirit and let it go to the air to investigate.

"Master, there are people in front." The voice of the fire spirit came.

"how many people?"

"Just two, it seems to be dead."

The night feathers and Bai Jinyi looked at each other and walked up the stream.

Just a few hundred meters away, the night feathers saw a little blood, and by the stream, two people were squatting.

When I came to the front, the two men’s costumes were the same. One of them was broken. It seems that the **** cloth should be on him.

"This person is not dead." Bai Jinyi used the mental power to explore the situation of the two, leaning over and the man on the ground turned over.

Looking at the person in front of him, Bai Jinyi did not speak.

The night feathers rumored to come over and see the injury of this person, the pupils contracted for a while, what hurts!

The man's shoulder and cheekbones were pierced, and there were constant pus and blood oozing around the wound, and it constantly corroded the surrounding skin.

"Oh, slightly! Save, save less..."

The man struggled to talk, half said, his head stunned, no breath.

"There should be people nearby." Bai Jinyi placed the man on the ground.

"Looking separately." Night Feather looked at the wound that was a bit disgusting. The feeling of this wound was very similar!

......

On a hill not far from here.

"Xing Ziming, you can't escape, hand over things, I might spare you not to die!" Three people wearing gray cloaks surrounded a son and a follower.

"Hey, this kind of thing, to lie to the three-year-old child, I am a star, I would rather die!" Xing Ziming clenched the sword in his hand.

"Young master, you go first, I drag them." The follower was loyal, not fleeing, but swearing to protect the Lord.

"Xing Ziming, you are also a talent, as long as you hand over things, I will not kill you." The gloomy voice came out of the cloak again.

Xing Ziming did not say anything, and wiped Jianfeng with his clothes.

"It seems that you are toasting, not eating and drinking, and hands-on!" The three men, at the same time, shot, each holding a long whip in their hands, shrouded toward the stars.

Xingzi clearly smelled the faint suffocation in the air, did not dare to care, left and right jumped, and escaped two whip, but was entangled in the long sword by the third whip.

Hey.

On the top of the sword, there was a sound of corrosion.

"Awesome poison! Even the iron can be instantly corroded." Night Feather stood not far away, watching a few people in the field.

Just played, the star Ming will fall.

The night feathers shook his head and his body floated out.

The star in the field saw that his own blade was corroded, and he did not dare to care. He directly threw a long sword, and his hand flashed, and a weapon appeared in his hand.

However, on the occasion of this slight sorrow, the long whip of the enemy behind Xing Ziming waved again.

"Young Master!" The follow-up face changed, and the whole person fell behind the stars.

Snapped.

The long whip was wrapped around the neck of the entourage, and a spiritual force was uploaded from the long whip. In an instant, the head of the follower fell.

The gray cloak wants to start again.

Boom!

A blue flame slammed under his feet.

"Who!" The gray cloak changed its momentum and looked around.