The two were made into tabby cats by the mud, and they looked at each other with a funny look.

Wang Yujue pointed at Qiu Shiyue and smiled, looking at the surrounding environment without losing his vigilance, beware of Boyan Timur's ambush in this place.

This place is full of dense bushes, with little melting left in the upper layer, and the lower layer is still surrounded by shiny ice because of the weak light.

Wang Yujue's eyes could still see far through the gaps in the tree trunk.

He swept around for a week, but did not see any abnormalities, and felt a little relieved.

He turned around and saw Qiu Shiyue wiping the mud on his face with a handkerchief, and couldn't help but smile: "What are you doing to wipe it? If you look like this, you will definitely scare the Ola soldiers to lose their souls."

"Then you keep it." Qiu Shiyue asked with a handkerchief, "Look, where hasn't been wiped clean yet?"

Wang Yujue wanted to lie to her, but she knew that she would not give up until she wiped it clean. She had to take the handkerchief from her hand and wipe it for her, and stopped until there was no stain.

Qiu Shiyue took the handkerchief and wanted to wipe it for him. Wang Yujue waved his hand and said, "Let's move forward quickly, otherwise there might be something happening again." Then he went straight forward.

Between the two of them, there was a slight sound coming from above the bushes, rustling, and the area seemed quite wide.

The two looked back, but couldn't see anything.

"Let's go down, there seem to be many Oirat soldiers above." Qiu Shiyue pointed to the lower part and said.

Wang Yujue held her hand and dived down in the bushes with one step and a slid.

When they arrived by the river, the two of them went down the river. After a short while, they were blocked by the thorns.

In order not to be entangled by the Oirat soldiers coming from above, the two jumped onto the thorn bushes and used light skills to plunder.

After crossing the thorn bushes, we came to an open space, which was about the same area as a basketball court. One side of the open space was facing the river, and the other three sides were also shrubs.

The clearings were bent over the open space. The trunks and branches of the shrubs were cut into small sections, covering the entire open space.

Wang Yujue landed on the ground and said in surprise: "Why did Boyan Timur make this open space here?"

"Go away quickly, since he is like this, he must have his sinister intentions." Qiu Shiyue urged, "It's better for us to leave quickly!"

The two were about to use light skills to leave this strange open space when they suddenly heard a sound coming from their heads.

The two of them looked up quickly, and their faces were filled with surprise in an instant - a huge net as big as an open space quickly covered it down!

Under the net, a hook as big as the mouth of a teacup is hung every time the length of each foot.

Around the net, there was a person pulling the net rope one meter away.

When the two heard the sound, the giant net was already on their heads, and it was obviously too late to dodge.

The two had no choice but to quickly swing the sword in their hands towards the giant net.

Just as he cut a hole in the net, the huge net had already covered it and covered the two of them.

When the Oirat soldiers who were pulling the net rope landed, they immediately threw a piece of iron in their hands against the person opposite them. After catching the iron blocks, they pulled them back desperately. The giant net quickly closed, and it was possible to completely wrap the two of them around.

If you are wrapped, countless hooks on the Internet will hook the muscles of the two of them in their clothes. If you struggle, you will suffer endless pain!

The effect of this secret move by Boyan Timur is even better than the magnificent and grand formation of the stone thrower.

Although Wang Qiu and the others used sharp arrows to split a hole in the net, they only stretched out an arm, and the rest were still covered by the giant net. The two of them wanted to spread the hole open and exposed their upper body, but before they could do it, the edge of the giant net was pulled hard by the Oirat soldiers and shrank sharply. Some hooks had already pierced into the two of them, pulling the clothes to twist in several directions, thus causing a cracking sound.

"Oh."

Qiu Shiyue's back of her hand was also stabbed by a hook. She had to stretch her hand along the way and relieve the pain.

"Catch the net rope and pull it in the middle!" Wang Yujue's calf was also stabbed by a hook, and a piercing pain immediately came.

The hook is thin and sharp, and there is also an overturned beard, which is difficult to remove once it is pierced into the flesh, not to mention that it is pulled, and the pain is even more painful than being slashed by a sword.

The two endured a burst of piercing pain, threw down the sword and stretched out their arms suddenly. After grabbing the net rope, the mysterious skill was used to pull the net ropes on both sides toward their chests.

The Oirat soldiers tugged the net rope from several directions, trying to close the net so that they could wrap them all in. They were about to be accomplished, but they were pulled back by a powerful force.

Wang Qiu and his two stretched their arms out in the net, forming a cross shape. The two of them used four hands to gather the net ropes in four directions into the middle, and the hooks that hooked the skin of the clothes were less effective because they did not receive any force.

The Oirats tried hard to close the huge net, but Wang Qiu and the others tried hard to pull it into the middle to reduce the shrinking speed of the net rope.

Although the Oirats had the upper hand in terms of numbers, they had no chance of winning in terms of strength.

They felt that the net rope was being pulled back, so they leaned back as much as possible to increase resistance, but they were still pulled forward a little bit.

The mesh rope of the giant net was tightly tight because of the desperate force on both sides.

The power of both sides is being added up.

The mesh rope became straighter and straighter. Now even if there are five or six people standing on a single rope, they cannot step it down.

The originally smooth net rope was pulled off by force on several sides, and the rope was already blown up, making it burr like a caterpillar.

"Squeak squeak squeak..."

The net rope finally broke because it could not bear that kind of force. One rope broke and a thousand ropes followed. With the sound of breaking one after another, the huge net was pulled into pieces and was ragged.

The Oirat soldiers lost their center of gravity and fell to the ground, grinning.

The space covered by Wang Qiu and the other were released. They quickly stretched out their heads from the hole and took each other's hooks.

After taking the hook, the clothes are full of holes.

Qiu Shiyue's back of her hand was pulled open by the hook, and she frowned before removing the hook.

Wang Yujue had already taken off the hook on her calf and felt pain when she saw the back of her hand was bleeding.

At that time, she cut off a piece of cloth on the hem of her clothes and bandaged her wound.

Qiu Shiyue looked at him gratefully and said, "You can hug the wound too." She said with praise and hatred, "This net is made of hooks, and it is so lethal. Boyan Timur is really good at designing."

Wang Yujue turned his head and looked around and said, "This little injury is nothing. Hurry up and pick up the sword, and the Oirat people surrounded him."

The Oirat soldiers each held a broken net and surrounded the two of them. The hooks swayed on the net, and the sharp thorns were shining with silver light.

After they surrounded them, they spread the broken net and covered their heads and heads and looked at the two of them again.

How could the two suffer the same loss?

When the Oirat soldiers started, Wang Qiu and his two swords had also been shot out.

The sharp sword flashed in the air, as fast as lightning breaking through the clouds in the dark night sky. The lightning flashed, and the broken net had been shattered even more.

The Oirat soldiers watched the broken ropes flying around in the air, frightened and retreated in a hurry.

Wang Qiu and his two palms were fired.

The broken rope flew towards the Oirat soldiers. Many of them had curved hooks hanging on them.

The Oirat soldiers were attacked by a hook, and their skin was stabbed, and their faces were immediately deformed due to pain.

After Wang Qiu and his two palms hit the broken rope, they did not stop too much, and they swept up and continued to move forward...
Chapter completed!