When he saw the person coming, although his appearance changed a lot, Wu Ming could still recognize it at a glance. It was Mo Zangfeng. However, the seven or eight people who came in through the cracks in the space had strong auras.
Although there was no Grand Master, the auras of two or three of them made even him feel an inexplicable palpitation.
The Divine Will Sword can only have such power if it is sharpened by such unique skills!
Undoubtedly, these people are all disciples of Shenyi Sect and fellow disciples of Mo Zangfeng!
Even though Wu Ming was mentally strong, he never expected that he would encounter Mo Zangfeng at this juncture, and the situation was not very good.
puff!
But Wu Ming's reaction was not unpleasant. There was a pop of jade talisman in his hand, and misty light and shadow suddenly appeared, shrouding him and Ao Liang in a flash, and they escaped into the shadows silently.
"Junior brother, why are you doing this? Even if you enter the Hualong Pond, where can you escape?"
At the head, a young man with a sinister face took the lead. He pointed his hand like a knife and waved it towards Mo Zangfeng.
Buzz!
The invisible sword light roared out, and with a light flash, it appeared at Mo Zangfeng's side and went straight to his neck. It was clearly attacking the vital part, leaving no room for action.
Bang!
Mo Zangfeng's face was condensed, and he waved the black broken knife with all his strength. There was no overwhelming aura, only the courage and unyielding courage as before. However, this persistence could not withstand the reality. With a muffled sound, although the sword exploded,
But Mo Zangfeng also stumbled and flew backwards, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Tsk tsk, you are indeed the most talented person in our Shenyi Sect. Even if you become a useless person, you can still block my sword from my senior brother. You are proud enough!"
The sinister young man's complexion changed slightly, and he kept mocking in his mouth, but his hand was not slow, and he swung out again with great speed.
Bang!
But before he had time to attack Mo Zangfeng, a sharp edge surged out from the slanting thrust, deflecting it and striking Mo Zangfeng beside him. However, it only stirred up a large number of sparks, and the ground was so hard that even the strong masters could not bear it.
Can't leave many traces.
"Senior Brother Fu, what do you mean?"
The sinister young man frowned.
"He can't die before he gets the Sword Sutra!"
A tall young man came slowly and stood with his hands behind his back, standing five or six feet away from Mo Zangfeng. He looked coldly at the retreating Mo Zangfeng and said, "Junior brother, why bother? As long as you hand over the "Shadowless Sword Sutra",
Out of friendship, I..."
"Hey, do you believe this?"
Mo Zangfeng sneered disdainfully, raised the broken knife suddenly, and said proudly, "A group of defeated generals, how dare you speak bravely in front of Mo?"
“If you don’t eat the toast, you’ll be fined with alcohol!”
"Stubborn!"
"Asking for trouble!"
Everyone's expressions turned cold and they scolded him again and again.
"If you want the Sword Sutra, just come and get it yourself!"
Looking at the senior brothers who used to be obedient and flattering in front of him, and even the junior sisters who directly expressed their willingness to become a couple, the last trace of friendship between the same disciples disappeared in Mo Zangfeng's heart.
"What's there to say to a useless person? If you capture him, you'll get the Sword Sutra naturally!"
Seeing that a single blow from their companions could make the beings who could only look up to them retreat in embarrassment, the others no longer had any scruples, even if some could not hold back and rushed forward.
"Let me teach my junior brother his secret skills!"
"And me!"
Three Shenyi Sect disciples flew up, swords drawn out, each of them was clearly above the level of the Third Realm Grandmaster. Although their moves were not fatal, their solid cultivation and the unique skills inherited from the Shenyi Sect were still astonishing.
Incomparable.
Even though Mo Zangfeng tried his best to resist, after only a few moves, he was left and right, and was surrounded by dangers. He vomited blood and flew backwards, with little power to fight back.
If the other party hadn't intentionally kept him alive, Mo Zangfeng's life wouldn't have been enough to kill him!
The sinister young man and the tall young man did not take action. There were three women beside them, watching with cold eyes.
Not long after, Mo Zangfeng was knocked to the ground. He could no longer resist. He was imprisoned by his fellow disciples and led in front of several people.
"Junior Brother Mo, why are you doing this?"
The tall young man said sadly.
The eyes of the sinister young man flashed with disdain, but he said on his face: "Senior Brother Fu, please find the Sword Scripture as soon as possible. This is the sacred place for the cultivation of dragons in the Kuye Shah River. It has the unpredictable power to temper the body and spirit.
Maybe you can still get some benefits."
"Senior Brother Feng is right. This kid is a useless person. If he puts his hope in this, he must have abilities beyond imagination!"
"If I can renew my sword intention as he said, then maybe we can also advance to a higher level!"
"This is only on the outside, you can feel the extraordinary power. If you get inside..."
Several people were greatly moved and talked about it.
"Okay, do you want to hand it over yourself, or do you want to trouble my senior brother and let me search it myself?"
The tall young man waved his hand and stared coldly at Mo Zangfengdao.
"Humph, where is the need to go to such trouble?"
The sinister young man grunted, casually stepped on Mo Zangfeng's arm, bent down and reached out to hold Mo Zangfeng's finger, then snapped it with a crisp sound, and pulled off a blood-stained ancient ring.
Everyone's eyes were filled with greed, and they were all staring at the ring. If nothing unexpected happened, what they wanted was inside, and no one cared about Mo Zangfeng lying on the ground.
"Hey, is Junior Brother so weak? Even the brand of divine consciousness on the Na Ring is so vulnerable!"
The sinister young man held the ring, and his spiritual consciousness surged into it, only to see a slight flash of light on it, and a crisp cracking sound.
"throat!"
Mo Zangfeng groaned as if he had been hit hard and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
"Okay, hurry up and check if you have the sword scripture!"
Senior Brother Fu reached out to pick up the ring, but the sinister young man dodged it. A look of concern flashed in his eyes, but he did not have an attack.
"Damn it, there isn't one. Where are you hiding?"
The sinister young man searched for a long time but couldn't find the sword sutra, so he kicked Mo Zangfeng hard on the back.
"How come there isn't?"
Senior Brother Fu snatched the ring into his hand. After checking it over, he dumped everything out without believing anything evil. However, except for a few scattered inconspicuous materials and clothing, there were not even a few bottles of elixir.
, there are very few spiritual stones, which shows how miserable Mo Zangfeng lived during this period, and how miserable his situation was!
"Tell me, where is the Sutra of the Wuxiang Sword?"
The sinister young man stepped on Mo Zangfeng's back and cracked, breaking many bones. He questioned fiercely.
"Haha, there are only two places in the world where the "Shadowless Sword Sutra" is kept. One is my head, and the other is the sword jade from before. It's a pity that none of you go to get it!"
Mo Zangfeng laughed repeatedly. Although he was extremely embarrassed, it was full of sarcasm.
"What?"
Everyone was shocked and turned around to see, only to find that the comrades who came had already closed down. However, they did not believe everything they said and used various methods to torture Mo Zangfeng in turn, hoping that he would tell the truth.
No one noticed that there were two other people in the shadows, and they had a panoramic view of this scene.
"Master, if you don't take action, this kid will be tortured to death!"
Ao Liang was a little puzzled.
As far as he knew, Wu Ming and Mo Zangfeng had a good relationship and could be called friends. Why did they ignore them like this?
"hehe!"
Wu Ming smiled playfully and glanced sideways at him, "Don't you think this is a good show?"
"What?"
Ao Liang was confused. Seeing his friend being tortured, what kind of fun was this?
"Hey, it's rare to see this kid today!"
Wu Ming grinned and played with an orb in his hand.
"Mirage Pearl!"
Ao Liang shrank his neck and looked at Mo Zangfeng with pity.
"It doesn't matter, since you can come in, you can go out!"
At this moment, Senior Brother Fu said calmly.
"Hey, if you want to enter this place, you must have the ancestral scales and secret skills of the dragons of the Kuye Shahe lineage. Do you have them?"
Mo Zangfeng smiled miserably and said extremely weakly, "Don't expect me to take you out. That ancestral scale was obtained by my ancestor of the Mo family when he killed a Dragon Emperor. There was already a power in it. Now... hahaha!"
Everyone was stunned.
In other words, Mo Zangfeng came here with the intention of dying, and he will be benevolent if he doesn't succeed!
"lie!"
The sinister young man didn't believe it, so he crushed Mo Zangfeng's arm with his foot and said ferociously, "You keep saying that the Wuxiang Sword Sutra is the sword technique passed down from the ancestors of the Mo family. It is extremely precious. How can you throw it away so easily?"
Mo Zangfeng looked at him feebly, but his eyes were full of joy and ridicule, and said lightly: "Although I am dead, my sword skills cannot be lost. Anyone who wants to come to me will find here sooner or later!"
"You bastard, you would rather give it to others than to your fellow disciples!"
Senior Brother Fu also panicked and kicked Mo Zangfeng away hard.
Poor Mo Zangfeng was seriously injured. He turned into a rolling gourd under this kick. He rolled far away, leaving a long trail of blood. He hit a jagged and strange rock. He hesitated for a few times and then lost his voice.
"What now?"
Several brothers and sisters panicked, because they discovered that the scaly treasure was obviously the same thing that Mo Zangfeng had used to open the space here before, but no matter how they used it, they could not stir up any movement.
"Save him alive first. Let's slowly find an exit, or we can practice here. I don't believe that he would die here in such a big place!"
"Yes, there is no unstoppable path for everyone. We are the proud sons of heaven who were born by destiny. How could we die in such a corner!"
"Maybe he is lying. Let him suffer some torture and he will tell the truth honestly!"
Everyone was talking about it.
"Junior sister Yu, feed him a magic pill and just hang on to his life. You can spread out and look for him!"
Senior Brother Fu commanded.
Everyone did not dare to neglect and rushed forward one after another. Junior Sister Yu walked straight towards the silent Mo Zangfeng, holding a spiritual elixir in her hand, looking at him with disgust on her pretty face, and waved a stream of true energy,
It seemed to be rolling him up.
call!
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a wisp of black sharp light suddenly shot across the woman's white and tender neck.
"Who?"
Senior Brother Fu is worthy of being a true successor of the Shenyi Sect. His senses are extremely sharp. He noticed the movement almost the moment the sword glowed, but it was still a step too late.
Junior Sister Yu's headless body shook a few times, fell to the ground, and rolled away far away.
Snap!
Immediately afterwards, a series of crisp applause sounded, and a thin young man was seen walking out of the shadows, it was Wu Ming.
Behind him, Ao Liang followed closely, glancing at Mo Zangfeng with pity from time to time, then straightening up his chest, looking at everyone with pride and dignity. (To be continued)