Liu Jun just smiled: "You used too much force. If you want to make your disguise more real, you should pay attention next time when you attack."
The leader of the Hu people suddenly felt that his decision to meet this Han man was a huge mistake.
"Do you want me to let you go? It looks like you used explosive skills. I don't believe you can hold on forever."
Liu Jun glanced at the barbarians who were getting closer and closer, but he didn't feel worried at all.
"I don't know why you did this, and I don't care. I just know that if we fight, all your previous efforts will be in vain."
Liu Jun looked at the Hu leader whose face was getting more and more gloomy, smiled, turned around and walked towards the crowd. Naturally, the Hu people who were surrounding him couldn't let him go, so they all rushed over.
The leader of the Hu people had just entered a distance of 3 meters from Liu Jun's body. Without any warning, endless fear emerged from his heart, and he found that he could no longer control his body.
He watched with fear as his body was pushed to the ground by the people behind him. Then, a foot stepped on him. Then, the owner of the foot also fell to the ground. The two looked at each other with fearful eyes.
Together, it triggered even stronger fear.
If viewed from a high altitude, facing the crowd of people gathered around him, Liu Jun was like a magic needle that calms the water. In just one or two breaths, a one-meter-high wall of people formed in front of him.
The people behind gradually realized something was wrong and stopped, while Liu Jun began to walk forward, and people kept falling down with horror on their faces.
As Liu Jun continued to move forward, finally, some Hu people began to retreat. Although the Hu people were brave, they were not fools. Just like that, a passage composed of people appeared in front of Liu Jun.
Liu Jun turned back, and in the tent, the leader of the tribe stared at Liu Jun without blinking. Seeing Liu Jun turn around, he raised his palm to his neck, and swiped it sideways, and a murderous intention radiated out.
Seeing Liu Jun disappear, the Hu leader's expression completely turned to ice.
"Hu Luo, I have to go out for a while. Send the spies farther away and wait for me to come back."
Hu Luo quickly lowered his head in response. When he raised his head, his brother had disappeared.
After warriors enter Xiantian, if their spiritual sense interacts with the heaven and earth, their perception will be within the range of dozens or even hundreds of miles nearby.
Although Liu Jun's speed was not slow, this time was not enough for him to escape from the innate sensing range. In less than a quarter of an hour, the barbarian leader caught up with Liu Jun.
Liu Jun stood there waiting for him. The leader of the barbarians just glanced around and discovered that Liu Jun was a hundred meters away, and his group of men were watching from a distance.
How depressed he was just now, now he feels so happy.
"Are you planning to throw yourself into a trap to find a way out for your people?" the barbarian leader burst into laughter.
"You are thinking too much." Liu Jun interrupted him without politeness, "I just want them to see what innate fighting is like."
The leader of the barbarians looked at him dumbly, and somewhat amusedly: "The most you can do now is to refine your marrow. Even if you learn a spiritual technique, you don't think you can be on par with the innate."
Liu Jun slowly pulled out the Moon Sword, staring at the fresh snow-like light reflected on the sword's body. The newly equipped scabbard rubbed against the sword's body, making a crisp buzzing sound.
"I met a Xiantian before. Although I knew he was very strong, but he was so strong, I still feel my heart surge when I think about it. That kind of heroic appearance is really fascinating."
Liu Jun looked at the Hu leader ten steps away: "I might have felt that you were an invincible enemy before, but after we had a sword fight, I suddenly felt that I was okay again. Do you think it's strange or not?"
The expression on the face of the barbarian leader gradually disappeared, and he drew his sword out of its sheath with a 'crack' sound, and the cruel mood of the desert wind and sand was exuded.
Liu Jun even vaguely saw the desert scene behind him.
Seeing this scene, Liu Jun was a little happy. Of course, he knew that the scene he saw in front of him was not real. It was just the spiritual power of the innate master emanating, forming a unique spiritual field that was perceived by the people around him.
If you can resist the invasion of other people's mental powers, then you will not be affected. If your mental powers are too much higher than the other person's, you can even break the mental realm formed by the other person and let him suffer the backlash of your own skills.
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If you are unable to resist the invasion of other people's spiritual powers, then you may fall into the spiritual world created by others and be unable to extricate yourself.
In addition, this kind of spiritual realm will also have a bonus to certain martial arts. What this Hu man has practiced should be some kind of sword technique that is integrated with his artistic conception.
In fact, Liu Jun himself also has this kind of martial arts, such as the Xiaoyue Sword Technique taught to him by the master, and the Aili Shang technique he created himself. Coincidentally, these two martial arts are most effective under the blessing of the full moon, and
Today is the full moon.
Even the half-set of Snow Mountain Swordsmanship that I secretly learned from the owner of Mingyue Sword also contains the meaning of Mingyue's coldness.
Thinking of this, Liu Jun himself wanted to laugh a little. If there really is a destiny in this world, could all the previous actions be just to overthrow this boss at this moment?
He shook his head, but it was a pity that he had never practiced it carefully, whether it was Xiaoyue Sword or Ai Lishang, which he created casually. Not to mention, Snow Mountain Sect swordsmanship, he had only stolen a specious artistic conception.
Liu Jun touched his arms, and there was something there that seemed to be beating slowly with his heart.
For some reason, Liu Jun's heart suddenly calmed down when he touched the flying knife made from Luo Tong's broken knife.
No, it shouldn't be said to be calm, it should be said to be calm. I closed my eyes and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. The sky, the earth, the breeze, my comrades, and even the enemies all disappeared. It was as if I was standing on a calm lake.
It was as calm as a mirror, except for the slight ripples under my feet.
Suddenly, ripples appeared in one direction of the lake, followed by huge waves. Liu Jun stretched out his hand like a reflex, and a stream of light flew out of his hand.
Wherever the light passes, the wind stops and the waves cease.
Liu Jun opened his eyes, and saw that his flying knife was piercing the neck of the Hu leader. The Hu leader stood there blankly, not even taking a step, looking behind the flying knife that pierced his neck.
The unknown silk thread tied to it.
Regret flashed through Liu Jun's heart and he sighed: "Innate? That's it?"
With a flick of his wrist, the flying knife flew back into Liu Jun's palm. Under the influence of the power of Qi and blood, not even a drop of blood was contaminated. Liu Jun placed the flying knife close to his body and felt the incomparable fit between it and his heart. Liu Jun was satisfied.
Suddenly, Liu Jun suddenly raised his head. In his surprised eyes, the Hu leader with a knife in his neck flew away like an arrow.
It took him a while to realize that he was still too nervous when facing a Xiantian. Xiantian's vitality was too tenacious. For Xiantian to be stabbed in the neck, it might take ten and a half months to recover.