Chapter 87 Paper Man (please collect)
Poison Dragon Pond.
The group, reduced by less than half, finally found a small piece of land after a difficult trek.
It is like a floating island, floating in the swamp, with only one bare piece. Although it is small in area, it gives everyone great comfort.
Even Feng Xi'er fell from the air and sat cross-legged to meditate, breathing in her vitality and restoring her magic power.
Zhong Shenxiu opened the water bag, took a sip, and looked up.
There are also changes in the sun and moon in the eight-door golden lock formation.
At this time, the three-wheeled sun had set, the twin moons were hanging high, and darkness enveloped the surroundings.
Around him, most of the black armored cavalry were killed or injured, each discarding their helmets and armor, and eating dry food in silence with the Taoist officials.
"Damn it, who pulled out this leech for me?"
"It can't be pulled out. We have to ask the military doctor to come! Where is the military doctor?"
"I'm halfway to death. I'm afraid Brother Wang won't be able to save his leg... damn..."
Several black armor cavalry looked at their injured colleagues with gloomy expressions.
For them, the Black Wind Army's attack on Poison Dragon Pond this time was a truly unforeseen disaster.
The previous raids on other tribes were relatively easy. On the battlefield, life and death were all matters of concern, and they had already been mentally prepared.
However, invisible enemies like swamps have a huge psychological impact on soldiers, and it is not impossible to even secretly resent them.
'There are heavy casualties...'
Zhong Shenxiu sighed secretly. At any time, military doctors are the priority for protection. Now even the military doctors are dead, which shows the danger and tragedy in the past.
The opponents are not humans, but disgusting swamps, poisonous pythons, and some inexplicable things.
'We have walked for so long and have not yet reached the core of the formation. We are likely to be trapped in a maze-like environment. In such a harsh environment like a swamp, it is even more troublesome...'
Zhong Shenxiu had already removed his armor, but only tied it tightly from the waist down, and then let it go to slowly rejuvenate his blood.
In this kind of environment, even the innate warriors are a little overwhelmed.
The same goes for the evil-killing deputy envoys like him.
"Su Jun... do you know why the higher-ups insist on attacking the Poison Dragon Cave?"
Next to him, an evil-killing deputy asked in a low voice.
Zhong Shenxiu recognized this man. His name was Zheng Xun. His ancestors were Yanhan immigrants for three generations. He was an old man in Fufeng City and had a family tradition of martial arts.
Later, Wu Po Xiantian joined the Great Protectorate and served for six years. He was promoted to the rank of Ninth Rank Evil Envoy, under the jurisdiction of Feng Xi'er.
Since we are colleagues, we all know each other fairly well, like fair-weather friends.
This man has a bit of a loose mouth and likes to inquire about information.
Zhong Shenxiu just listened.
"It is said... that Venerable Poison Dragon has hidden a huge treasure." Zheng Xun's eyes shone: "There are countless coins from the White Emperor and the Red Emperor, as well as many treasures that are useful to practitioners..."
"Why did I hear that this person disobeyed the king's laws and violated the laws of the Protectorate?" Another person interrupted.
"How do you understand?"
Zheng Xun rolled his eyes, and the two started arguing in a low voice.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at this scene, but suddenly felt a little emotional.
‘The Protectorate has not decentralized the information about Master Longhu. Among us, Feng Xier and a few other seventh-level people at most know about it... The remaining cannon fodder only needs to know the orders and prohibitions. What do you want to do so much? Hehe... It's really miserable to be a low-ranking person if you don't know the reason in life, and you don't know the enemy in death. ’
Looking at the two people with saliva flying out, he was too lazy to pay attention and prepared to rest aside and play the role of an innate warrior.
Unfortunately, strength does not allow it.
midnight.
Bonfire burning.
Zhong Shenxiu opened his eyes, looked into the darkness, and heard a small rustling sound like a squirming insect.
There are naturally people keeping vigil in the military camp.
At this time, it was Zheng Xun's turn.
The bonfire, which had become tiny, illuminated a field of bright yellow warm light.
In this warm light, there were suddenly several long white strips.
puff!
When viewed vertically, this long white film was just a white line. As soon as Zheng Xun, who was watching the night, rubbed his eyes, it came to him and stabbed it.
The words Zheng Xun was about to say were blocked in his neck. His upper body and lower body were separated, revealing extremely smooth and flat wounds, and blood from his internal organs flowed all over the floor.
whee!
Ha ha!
In the darkness all around, the sound of children joking suddenly came.
"Enemy attack!"
After all the night watchmen were killed and wounded, someone finally shouted out.
The strips of white were no longer concealed, showing the front. Only then did the Black Armor cavalry realize that they were child-sized paper figures, only as thin as a piece of paper, with blush on their cheeks.
At this time, they were surrounded from all directions.
If they walked vertically, they would indeed be as thin as a line. When their hands and feet move, they become extremely sharp and can cut through iron armor. It is an extremely powerful evil art.
"Hey, what kind of demon does this?!"
Seeing the death and injury of his colleagues, a black armor cavalry's eyes turned red, and he seemed to be depressed by the swamp in the day. At this time, his blood surged, he shouted angrily, rushed over, and drew his sword to slash at a paper man.
He was both rough and thin. He opened a waist bag in mid-air and poured out a pile of smelly black dog blood.
The man still seemed dissatisfied, biting the tip of his tongue again and spitting out a mouthful of hard work.
Tongue blood and black dog blood are both well-known for destroying evil spirits. Before the army set out this time, they knew they would deal with demons and specially prepared them.
The paper figure had two maid buns and only very simple lines on its face. It looked like it was a girl. She let out a high-pitched laugh and was splashed with black dog blood from the front.
Immediately, in the horrified eyes of the black-armored iron soldier, whether it was the smelly black dog blood or the hot blood on the tip of the tongue, falling on the paper figure was like water drops falling on a lotus leaf, rolling and sliding off. Go down, it's not stained at all!
The little girl waved her right hand, and her arm as thin as a cicada flew across the hundred-smelted steel knife, cutting through the armor of the iron pawn, and splitting his shoulders and neck together.
"The art of cutting paper into weapons!"
"Yang Gang Method!"
Feng Xi'er shouted: "You retreat quickly!"
Ordinary Yin evil spells still have many restraints, but when they reach the level of Yang Gang magic, they are rarely checked and balanced by ordinary laws.
To deal with such spells, we can only use higher magic power and more mysterious Taoism to resolve them!
Feng Xi'er gave a soft drink, and eight willow-leaf flying knives flew out one after another, piercing the paper children one after another.
A boy raised his hands and wanted to cut Zhong Shenxiu, but a willow leaf flying knife flew over his head. A small hole was opened in his forehead, and an indescribable scream came out from inside. The whole paper man spontaneously ignited without fire and turned into ashes. .
"Woo!"
Seeing Feng Xi'er showing off her power, these paper figures backed away like bullied children and cried.
Guagua! Guagua!
In the sky, the unpleasant crow of an old crow suddenly sounded.
Amidst the sound of flapping wings, paper crows hovered in the sky and croaked, bringing a strange and ominous atmosphere.
'It's Yao Lao... He should have taken refuge with the Bone Scholar in order to break through the magical power...'
Seeing this scene, Zhong Shenxiu sighed silently in his heart: "He came to break into the formation, probably because of the Bone Scholar's instructions... These casual cultivators have already entered the battlefield?!"