Chapter 99 Tibetan Map Seven Order

Chapter 99 Tibetan Picture Seven Order, Now

There was a box in the box, and the grass cold frowned slightly, and the faint sadness loomed on his face. He glanced at the silver and white box doubtfully and muttered.

"What is such a rigorous means of confidentiality?"

Touching the silver and white box, the throbbing of the soul made Cao Han deep more cautious. A faint green fighting spirit suddenly shone on the surface of the box, and Cao Han's deep face couldn't help tightening, "fighting seal", the fifth-order swordsman's fighting seal, which is a kind of fighting formula that few people know.

Inject the fighting gas on the surface of the object to be protected to form a protective film. When others open the item, it immediately flashes a bucket gas application method to prevent the person who tries to open the item from opening the item. However, because the fighting gas left by the item is only one-fifth of the total amount of fighting gas injected into the item, few people will use it, which also makes This secret is less transmitted.

But it must not be simple to have this "fighting seal" item, otherwise the other party will not waste such a big price to inject fighting gas into the item.

"It's okay! It's just a "fighting seal" set by the earth martial artist. If it is set by the marine martial artist, he can only throw it into the spiritual ring for a period of time." He exhaled a breath of atmosphere, and the grass cold looked at the light and transparent green light happily, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Drive~Drive~Drive~"

Suddenly, there were bursts of shouts in the distance, and the cold grass and deep eagles swept away. Finally, their eyes were locked on the rolling smoke dragon in the distance, with a strong doubt on their uncertain faces. Who was it?

Is it the enemy? Is it a friend?

Tightening the box, Cao Han Shen just wanted to receive the box into the spiritual ring.

buzz!

Staring stunnedly at the silver box in his hand, the grass is cold and happy. Can the things that can't be received be ordinary? This silver box has been raised to a step in the heart of the grass cold, from good things to treasures.

Cao Han's deep eyes looked at the silver and white box in his hand, a kind of comfort to pick up the treasure, and 3.6 million pores were trembling with excitement.

"Drive~Drive~Drive~"

Waiting for the closer and closer shouting, the sound of the galloping horseshoe came from the cold grass and was shocked. He glanced at the big and heavy iron box. When he remembered, the big box immediately disappeared in front of him.

He hurriedly looked around to make sure that there was no important information left behind before the grass cold and ran away with the silver box. Several jumping hands and feet disappeared into the woods before they noticed here. Fortunately, the big box could be taken in, patted his chest, and gasped for a few breaths. Cao Han was very lucky to think of the box. It's a trouble for Zi to stay in that note.

Lying on the grass carefully revealing half of his head to observe.

"Sister Sha! That's it." A woman with an ordinary face and long blonde hair pointed to the place where Cao Han was standing just now and said loudly to the woman in a red robe in front of her.

"Hmm!"

A lazy voice floated softly in the air, and everyone couldn't help but look at it. They all focused on the red figure, their goddess, Sister Sha.

"Oh!"

Everyone looked awe-hearted, and Qizil stopped the horse, looking at the front of the team and not looking at the bodies lying on the ground.

"We're still a step late, really." The woman called Sister Sha stroked her bangs and stared at the bright red on the ground with a smile. Three thousand red silks gently shook, with her face sideways, thin hands, against her pointed chin, squeezed her cherry mouth, revealing a A cute little dimple.

The phoenix eyes bent a small crescent, glanced at the people behind with a lazy breath, and asked softly, "What should I do?"

Everyone looked at each other and was stunned.

"Sister Sha, we should go. The camp of the Black Flag Army should be in front." The blonde woman patted her head, stared at Sister Sha again, and said loudly.

"No, wait a minute." Shaye pouted, looked unhappy, and pinched the corner of his robe with a slender hand. "Cesilia, the troops behind us haven't kept up yet. Wait a minute, so what!"

Cesilia opened her mouth and still couldn't help saying, because the cavalry they brought were only 50 people, which was not enough for the Black Flag Army.

Fifty people, all cavalry!

Cao Han gritted his teeth deeply. Whether it was an enemy or a friend, it was not the time to meet now. He tore a piece of cloth from his body and wrapped the silver box tightly. Cao Han deep slowly got up and ran in the direction he came.

Cao Hanshen can be sure of who the other party is waiting for, and the number of people is at least 50 times. Thinking that the blacksmiths and others who are still in the Black Flag Army, Cao Hanshen and others immediately run back regardless of the matter of the box. If they are not caught up by the other party quickly, they will definitely be eaten by scum.

hu~hu~hu~

While running, he adjusted his breathing to restore his vitality. Cao Han returned to the camp of the Black Flag Army half less than when he went there.

"Swordsman, what's the matter?" Staring at the side, the bloody swordsman Cao Han's deep heart tightened and asked quickly.

"It's okay. I'm just tired of killing. There are still too many people. Damn it! If I had known that I would go with you even if I held you, it was really not a human job." The swordsman pressed his buttocks on the ground, with a trace of complaining eyes, looking at the grass sadly.

Looking around, Cao Hanshen finally knew what he was doing. He stared at the swordsman speechlessly, and his eyes directly touched the bottom of the swordsman's heart.

In fact, the venom of the poisonous stone dragon king is a neurotoxin, and the impact on people is different. People with nerves must attack the fastest, and the nerves will be slower. As long as they wait for a long time, the elephant will be poisoned, but these grass will not be cold and deep.

The reason is that Cao Han deeply remembered that what he said was that it was okay to see them fall down. How many? All.

"The blacksmith! Blacksmith! The blacksmith...", looking for it was like a scream, and Cao Han roared deeply.

"What's the matter?" The blacksmith came out of the camp and looked at the grass with a strange face.

"Pack up quickly and leave immediately." Cao Han deeply pretended to be careless and swept the blacksmith twice, hiding a trace of doubt in the depths of his eyes, turning around and saying to the sneaky Blue in the distance.

The blacksmith glanced at himself and was stunned, but he didn't see Cao Hanshen. The blacksmith knew why there was doubt in the depths of Cao Han's eyes, and the suspicion that Cao Hanshen had never found in the doubt.

The blacksmith's ragged clothes were not stained with blood.

"What happened? What should the people do here... And... There are still some people who are not dead!" The blacksmith quickly reacted. He was so happy that he pretended to be stupid. He immediately asked Cao Hanshen strangely, and finally took a look at the swordsman lying on the ground.

Then his expression stagnated, and the swordsman's blood was inversely proportional to the blacksmith. He gritted his old teeth, and the blacksmith scolded the swordsman in his heart. He was really good at pretending!

"Kill!"

Cao Han shook his eyebrows deeply, and the eagle's eyes swept and said lightly to the blacksmith.

"Kill?"

The blacksmith squeaked his lips, which was too much...

Bru's foot just stepped out also stopped in mid-air, but he didn't expect to hear this terrible sentence as soon as he came.

Without looking at them, Cao Hanshen took out the short sword that had broken a few small mouths and turned it at the person lying on the ground. Whether he died or not, he cut a knife in the throat. One truths to survive on the battlefield is to have a vicious heart.

Kindness to others is cruelty to yourself.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

......

The blacksmith and the swordsman looked at each other and gritted their teeth to follow the people on the ground to make up for the rest of death.

"Ah...don't...don't...woo...don't kill my eldest brother...woo...Brother Foda..." Suddenly, a slightly crazy young mouth sounded in the bleak camp tent, and the swordsman couldn't help stag down at Foda's "body" heart.

"He..." Cao Han said to the blacksmith with a trace of reproach, but he saw the blacksmith painfully assassinating the "body" and swallowing his words and hiding them in his stomach.

"Brother Foda...Brother Foda... Wake up..." Yeo hugged Foda with tears on his face and shouted, with an extremely sad expression.

"Cough... cough... yeah... yeah... you're fine..." Foda opened half-squint eyes, but he couldn't open his eyes, but he could still hear it. After coughing a few mouthfuls of blood, Foda's face turned red and said intermittently.

"Big brother... big brother... I'm... you won't die..." Yeo grabbed Fodana's hand trying to touch his face and slowly moved to his tearful face and cried.

The grass stood behind in silence and stood quietly.

The swordsman walked away after seeing Cao Han Shen coming, and said, "Don't you want to kill him!" I'll leave it to you to kill." The swordsman thought viciously that although he was not sure that Cao Han could not hear it clearly, his heart was finally better.

It's also a little sharp to kill people, because someone is more painful than him. I don't know if the little devil can do it. At this time, the swordsman did not forget the matter over there. From time to time, he peeked at it, and was not afraid that someone would pretend to be dead. He jumped up and knocked him off.

"You want to... live..."

Foda said with his last strength and left with regret, and he could not touch Yeo's face when he was dying.

"Big Brother..."

Yeona's half-moving hand stayed in the air, and suddenly Yeo howled and shook fiercely with Foda in his hands.

But the fallen hand broke his last line of defense and shattered his fantasy. His brother Foda... died.

Cao Han bit his lips and looked at Yeo with pity. Life and death, human common sense, can't be forced.

But when the tearful separation appears in front of you, your heart will still throb and the blood will boil.

Bang...Bang...Bang...

"It's you... you... it's you who killed Buddha." Yeo's rationality knew that Buddha was killed by the swordsman, but his body couldn't help beating the grass closest to him. He needed to vent, and the last relative living in the world left him just now.

"Although he didn't kill me, he died because of me... Is it a blessing for me to give you? Is it a disaster? You decide." Cao Han deeply kissed in an ancient language, which was very similar to the literary tone of Shentu in those years.

"You choose!"

Cao Hanshen took out the box he had selected for Lu Xiu last time, and when he handed it to Yeo, there were six more tokens engraved with ancient numbers.

Born or dead.