He Kun's embarrassed look was noticed by everyone, but no one dared to step forward at this time.
After all, He Kun was in a minefield. Once he stepped into it, he would most likely be killed.
No one would take such a big risk to save him.
Including Jian Wushuang and others, everyone was watching from outside. In fact, Lingjian Sect Jian Wushuang and the others wished that He Kun would die directly.
After all, if He Kun dies, the leather scroll map hiding the imperial soldiers will fall into their hands.
Fortunately, at this time, the clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the dark clouds also dispersed.
However, Duan De and Wang Churan also fled without a trace, and have long since disappeared.
At this time, He Kun got up from the ground with difficulty.
At that moment, Jian Wushuang and the old guys from the Jianwang Mansion had murderous intent in their eyes.
Their murderous intentions were aroused, and at this moment they wanted to take action and kill He Kun.
Jian Wushuang glanced at his uncles and began to make eye contact.
The old men from the Sword Prince's Mansion also nodded and were ready to take action.
However, at this moment, more than a dozen figures rushed out of Longlou Mountain.
Each of these guys has a very powerful aura, and they have all reached the peak level of Martial Lord.
The sudden appearance of these people caused Jian Wushuang and the old men from the Lingjian Sect to change their expressions, and they looked at each other.
Apart from shock, their faces were full of surprise, because they had been with these people from Longlou Mountain for a while, but they didn't feel that there were still powerful people at the peak of Martial Lord level hidden in Longlou Mountain.
I thought there would only be two or three at most, but with Jian Wushuang and their men, they were completely enough to stop them.
But I didn't expect that there were far more than just two or three, there were as many as a dozen.
Moreover, Jian Wushuang and the others discovered that there seemed to be strong men hidden in Longlou Mountain.
"What should I do?" one of the old men from the Sword King's Mansion asked.
"Don't act rashly." Jian Wushuang said.
They now had to give up the idea of killing He Kun and snatching the leather scroll.
After all, there are many people on the other side, so if a fight breaks out, you won't be able to gain the slightest advantage, and you may even suffer heavy losses as a result.
When the dozen or so people rushed to He Kun's side, they all looked around with vigilance. They were actually on guard against Jian Wushuang and the others.
One of them took out a pill from the Qiankun Bag and gave it to He Kun to take.
After He Kun took this elixir, his breath gradually recovered and his complexion gradually improved.
"Master He, how are you?" the man asked.
"I'm fine. I must catch that damn fat man. He has used up his trump cards now. Don't be polite next time you see him! If you can't catch him, just hack him to death!" He Kun said angrily.
His current anger towards Duan De is so intense that he hates him to the core.
"Yes!" The middle-aged man nodded and said.
The rest of the people seemed to be following He Kun's orders.
"It's strange, He Kun is just a third-level Martial Emperor, how come so many people listen to him?" Jian Wushuang asked doubtfully.
"Yes, it stands to reason that with He Kun's strength, it is impossible for him to have so many peak Martial Lords under his command, and these guys are not ordinary Martial Lord Peaks, they all have self-cultivation from the Martial Emperor Realm.
If that's the case, it's even more impossible." Several old men in the Sword Prince's Mansion were also extremely confused and a little confused as to what was going on.
Although they were confused, they couldn't reveal too much at this time, so they all chose to stop talking.
"Keep going!" He Kun shouted to everyone.
Everyone had recovered from the fear and shock just now. After simply burying their dead companions, they all continued to set off.
As for the dead human bones here, some weird monsters, and spirit races, to so many monks, they were nothing at all and were simply cleaned up.
At this moment, someone was suddenly chopped to pieces by a sword.
"Ah~" This guy still screamed before he died.
Many people were attracted by the screams and looked at him curiously.
I saw a man in gray-brown clothing beheading a Spirit Sword Sect monk and robbing the Spirit Sword Sect monk's spiritual essence.
"Who are you? How dare you do harm to our Spirit Sword Sect!" A monk next to him scolded him directly.
However, before this guy could open his mouth, he was instantly greeted by a flash of sword.
puff!
The sword flash was as fast as lightning, making everyone tremble with fear after seeing it.
"Huh?" At this time, Zhou Quan, who was not far away, couldn't stand it anymore. This monk who was from the same sect as him was actually beheaded.
"Who are you? Do you want to die?" Zhou Quan asked angrily with a sullen face, but he had already pulled out the long sword at his waist, and the sword glow was filled with anger.
"Daozong, Mo Wuchen!" the man said coldly.
This guy looked like he was only in his twenties, but his eyes were extremely fierce and filled with murderous intent.
Most monks will feel a strong sense of fear after seeing this look. Who wouldn't be afraid after seeing this look?
Just one look at it makes you feel like you want to tear your whole body into pieces.
"Sword Sect?" After Zhou Quan heard this, he frowned, first smiled disdainfully, and then his face was filled with anger.
"Your Sword Sect can't even rank among the top ten sects in Qingyun County, but you dare to be arrogant in front of my Lingjian Sect? I think you are impatient!" After Zhou Quan finished speaking, he slashed away with his sword.
His feet moved in unison, and his whole body moved very fast, leaving only an afterimage.
After everyone saw it, he had already appeared in front of Mo Wuchen.
The long sword stabbed out and hit Mo Wuchen's neck. This sword hit his vital point. If he was stabbed, he would die. Gods would not be able to save him.
However, this Mo Wuchen looked calm, with a playful arc on his face.
I saw this guy slowly raising the sword in his hand to resist.
bite!
The long sword pierced the blade of his sword, and flames burst out instantly.
However, Mo Wuchen didn't move at all, and the sword never forced him back half a step.
"Huh?" Zhou Quan's face changed slightly, and he felt a slight thump in his heart, with a bad premonition emerging.
call!
Mo Wuchen's sword was seen in his hand, and he went straight to Zhou Quan's head to chop it off.
This sword slashed out with a fierce momentum, as if possessed by a god of strength. The huge force directly knocked back the long sword in Zhou Quan's hand.
The force forced Zhou Quan to step back more than ten meters.
At the same time, a flash of sword light, carrying the power of splitting the sky, went straight towards him. If he was hit, he would die!
This scene shocked everyone around him.
Including Jian Wushuang, He Kun and others.
"What a strong sword!" Everyone was shocked.
None of them expected that such a strong person would appear in the Sword Sect, a sect that could not even be ranked among the top ten in Qingyun County?
Moreover, this person doesn't seem to be very old, at most twenty-one or twelve years old, or maybe even younger.
But his cultivation has reached at least the third-level Martial Master realm!
And the fighting power will only be stronger!
"At such an age and with such strength, he must be a genius!" After He Kun saw it, he narrowed his eyes and an idea came to his mind.
It would be very interesting if Mo Wuchen was collected and allowed to fight against the fat guy Duan De.
Thinking of this, the corners of He Kun's mouth raised high.