Shu Long inspected the guard camp and saw that everyone was practicing hard, and he couldn't help showing a somewhat satisfied expression. He knew that their talent base was very poor, and only hard training could make up for their innate deficiencies.
Everyone in the guard camp was born as a cultivator, experienced countless hardships, and had a persevering temperament. They were extremely rare and hard-won opportunities, and no one was lazy in private. Shulong was the oldest and had the most stable temperament. No matter what Pu Yao asked, no matter what
No matter how demanding he is, he will try his best to urge everyone to complete it.
In a few months, the camp guards have digested the benefits of the last breakthrough, and their overall strength has reached a higher level. The black armor on each person's body is more refined, and the shape has also quietly changed. Different people's black armor has subtle differences, some
Some people have a rough style, while others appear slender and well-proportioned. For example, some people have infinite strength, while some people are agile and quick. After the initial stage of cultivation, they begin to develop in different directions.
This is the inevitable result of reaching the middle stage of cultivation, and it will be the same for any kind of magic technique or magic technique.
Shulong is close to the water tower, and has the most opportunities to receive guidance from Pu Yao. His strength is unmatched in the entire guard camp. Although he has not competed with the masters of Tianfengqu, everyone is secretly speculating about Shulong's strength.
Although his strength has not reached the level of Xie Shan Ma Fan, it should be not far behind that of Nianlu Lei Peng.
Everyone underestimated him.
Demonic skills are dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will die and your soul will be extinguished. But if you can cross it, the speed of advancement is far beyond what the spiritual refining of cultivators and the refining of demons can do. Shu Long has had a rough life and has suffered a lot.
, these painful experiences are like fertilizer for the "Bitter Guard" magic skill. The path of cultivation will be smooth and smooth, and it will be a thousand miles with each passing day.
Although he is meticulous in urging everyone to practice, he actually has a gentle temperament and does not like fighting. Practicing magic skills has restored his youth, but his personality has not changed. The peculiarity of hiding one's strength and biding one's time is fully reflected in him.
The guard camp's station is in the shape of a long and narrow moon, protecting almost the entire camp.
Suddenly, a light flashed in Shu Long's eyes, he gestured to the camp guard beside him, and immediately walked out of the camp. Outside the camp was a dense jungle. His hearing was amazing, and he heard something moving in the jungle. There seemed to be a lot of noise.
People are approaching this way.
Dozens of camp guards close to him followed closely behind him.
The demeanor of the camp guards was alert but not nervous, and they were much calmer. After experiencing the battle in Golden Crow City, especially such a difficult and dangerous battle, their progress was obvious.
The sounds coming from the jungle are getting clearer and clearer. This time, not only Shulong can hear it, but other camp guards can also detect it. Everyone's eyes are fixed on the jungle, waiting for the appearance of the uninvited guest.
Suddenly, a man covered in blood came out of the jungle.
Shu Long was a little surprised, but when he saw this person's face clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Awen!"
The camp guard next to him saw the person clearly and couldn't help but exclaimed.
When the visitor who was covered in blood heard the exclamation, his body trembled and he raised his head in confusion.
"Awen, my God, is it really you?"
"Awen, you are still alive!"
Everyone was extremely excited. They all recognized the young man who was covered in blood. The young man's eyes were confused. Although he didn't recognize the group of people in black armor in front of him, they gave him a vague feeling of familiarity.
"Reminiscing about old times later, Tianmu, take Awen to the back, and the others, prepare to meet the enemy!" Shulong's voice was calm and methodical, his handsome face was calm, only a bit of coldness flashed deep in his eyes.
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When the young man heard the name "Tianmu", he was shocked. He looked up at the black-armored man who appeared in front of him: "Tianmu, brother Tianmu?"
Tianmu grinned, but with a bit of murderous intent: "Little Awen, whoever bullies you, big brother will help you beat them up!"
The familiar voice and tone convinced the young man that the strange man in front of him was really Brother Tianmu. The exhausted young man passed out in Tianmu's arms.
No one spoke, but wisps of black energy came out of everyone's black armor and wrapped around their legs, elbows, and wrists. Looking at Awen's tragic situation, everyone felt like a fire was burning in their hearts.
Only Shulong remained motionless, showing no murderous intent in his body.
With a crash, a group of female nuns rushed out of the jungle. At the same time, a group of female nuns also flew in from the sky.
When the leaders of this group of female cultivators saw Shu Long and his party, their eyes showed vigilance. However, when they saw Awen in Tianmu's arms, a sharp look flashed in their eyes and they said coldly: "Who are you? Why did you take away me?"
Are you a fugitive cultivator?"
When he saw this woman, Shu Long could no longer contain the murderous intention in his heart. Countless black energy, like flames, suddenly jumped out of his body and enveloped his whole body.
He knows this face!
Bai Rufen, among the girls who were in charge of Xiu Nu at the time, had the most violent temper. She would take it out on Xiu Nu if anything went wrong. At least fifty of her companions around Shu Long died at her hands.
"kill!"
Shu Long's cold voice disappeared into the air, and his figure also disappeared in place.
The female disciples of the Hundred Flowers Alliance never expected that the other party would attack directly without even saying hello. They were caught off guard and were immediately at a disadvantage.
Not only Shulong, but other camp guards also recognized the origins of the female nuns across from them, their eyes were red and their murderous intent was rising sharply.
Shulong suddenly appeared next to Bai Rufen, like a ghost, slashed diagonally with his right hand, and a black light, like a blade, slashed towards Bai Rufen's snow-white neck. At the same time, a wisp of black air flew out from the tip of his toe, and silently moved toward the opponent.
Roll up your right leg.
Bai Rufen's beauty turned pale, and the opponent's attack was fatal, without any room for mercy. In a hurry, several clusters of snow-white plum blossoms flew out of the flying sword in her hand, protecting her in front of her.
Unexpectedly, the opponent's speed was too fast and he hit the sword light hard. Bai Rufen was delighted. When she saw the plum blossom sword light passing through the opponent's body, her face turned white.
No, it’s an afterimage!
There was a sudden sharp pain under her feet, and she didn't even have time to scream. She felt a pain in her neck, and suddenly her eyes were spinning. Then, she saw a headless body that was constantly spurting out blood.
The screams were endless. How had the female nuns of the Hundred Flowers League ever experienced such bloody scenes of killing? In a panic, they lost their lives.
In the blink of an eye, corpses were everywhere!
All the cultivators of the Hundred Flowers Alliance in the sky were pale, and many of them screamed uncontrollably and ran away like crazy.
Shulong raised his head and glanced at the sky, picked up a stone from the ground, leaned back like a bow, and threw the stone violently.
Woo!
A soul-stirring howl suddenly sounded, and the stone pierced a female cultivator, passing through her chest and sending up bloody flowers all over the sky.
The female cultivator was so scared that she even forgot to activate the spirit armor.
Shulong's stone scared the others and made them run away even more desperately.
Shu Long stopped his companions who were about to catch up. The "Bitter Guard" has powerful magic skills, but it also has a shortcoming, that is, it is not good at flying. This weakness will not be eliminated until they reach a high level.
After returning to the camp, Shulong's first thing was to report this matter to Zuo Mo. He knew that this matter was of great importance, and this time he had offended the Hundred Flowers League badly, and it was very likely to lead to a war with the Hundred Flowers League.
After Zuo Mo heard Shu Long's report, he did not blame him, but asked: "Are there any survivors?"
Shu Long was stunned: "There is one."
"Immediately go find out where the Hundred Flowers Alliance is." Zuo Mo looked solemn: "Strike first, don't give them time to buffer. Otherwise, we will be in danger."
Shu Long was shocked. He originally thought the boss would blame them, but instead of blaming them, the boss immediately decided to take the initiative. He pursed his lips and immediately turned around and left.
Gongsun Cha shook his head: "Now we are in big trouble."
With so many of them appearing in Mingshui City, the local forces in Mingshui City were already extremely wary of them, and now there was another conflict with the Hundred Flowers Alliance, and the situation was quite unfavorable to them.
"It's okay. As long as we don't give them time and fight quickly, we can leave safely before others react." Zuo Mo didn't care.
"Don't you blame them?" Gongsun Cha asked curiously. His senior brother's decisiveness today was somewhat beyond his expectation.
"No wonder." Zuo Mo shook his head and said matter-of-factly: "Shu Long and the others are our people. They have a blood feud with the Hundred Flowers Alliance. Who should we help? Of course we help Shu Long. Besides, the fault of this matter does not lie with Shu Long and the others.
If it were me, I would definitely kill the Hundred Flowers Alliance directly. But hey, it's not too late now!"
The camp quickly started operating, and no one was panicked. Even the cultivators in the weapon refining department looked calm and calm. At the beginning of the camp, everyone knew that this was just a temporary place, and most of the things were being moved.
The slave ship was not moved down, which saved a lot of time.
Within an hour, everyone was on board the slave ship.
Five slave ships slowly rose into the sky and flew toward the southeast of Mingshui City.
Naturally, such a huge movement cannot be hidden from the local forces' informants, and Zuo Mo has no intention of hiding it from them. His idea is very simple, to resolve the battle as quickly as possible! The hatred between them and the Hundred Flowers League cannot be resolved.
.And for forces like the Hundred Flowers League that are deeply entrenched in the local area, once they are given enough time, the power they can mobilize will be quite terrifying.
To other forces, they are outsiders.
Zuo Mo showed the decisiveness of a leader. He immediately decided to attack the Hundred Flowers League without any hesitation.
Su Yue listened to the report of the people below with a serious face. She never expected that this mysterious force would be so arrogant. It didn't even give them a chance to speak, as if they had some deep grudge against them.
She could never have guessed that the entire guard camp was filled with slaves they had transported to the small mountain realm.
The two sides have reached such a point that there is no room for peace talks.
Although she was very wary of this mysterious team, she was not afraid of it. As one of the few major forces in the Tianshui Realm, how could the Hundred Flowers Alliance tolerate such contempt?
"How many elders are there in the door?" She turned to ask the close disciples beside her.
"Elder Wang, Elder Mei and Elder Xiao are all here." The disciple immediately replied.
Su Yue decided in her heart: "If you invite them to discuss matters, go and invite them yourself."