In the vast wilderness, rocks collapsed, trees fell and flowers were broken, and the internal energy was like colored mushroom clouds rising into the sky, rolling up smoke and dust, scattering in all directions. Most of the hills dozens of meters high fell down.
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At first, Sister Baiyi and others were still horrified by the power of Dark Night Pavilion, which could actually send out seven super assassins, but as they fought, they felt something was wrong.
Although these seven assassins are powerful and are all Hexiang realm warriors, their foundations do not seem to be solid. All they have learned are the dark and treacherous ways of stabbing, and their body and sword skills are all about killing with one strike without leaving any force behind.
Although this has greatly increased their assassination success rate, on the other hand, when the opponent has taken precautions and their martial arts are not inferior, the disadvantages of these assassins in terms of endurance, turning around, and adaptability are gradually exposed.
Not to mention the sister in white who hid her strength, even Yao Wu, Wan Jian Yan Luo and others began to gain the upper hand steadily and suppressed their opponents.
Aunt Lei sneered while waving the iron staff fiercely: "I still think you are so powerful, a bunch of bugs hiding in the dark, guys mixed with water!"
Keng!
The iron staff and the long sword collided, and the assassin's arm shook slightly, and his movement slowed down for half a beat. He was about to pull away and move sideways as before, but this time Aunt Lei had expected it, and a suction force surged on the iron staff, causing the assassin to lose his shape.
Slightly stiff, Aunt Lei roared with murderous intent on her face and rushed forward.
After all, the assassin is also a super master. At the critical moment, while he was still in the air, his upper body was tilted back almost at a right angle to his legs. As his legs turned in the air, like a compass drawing a circle, his face actually turned in the direction of Aunt Lei's charge.
The left arm that had not been used until now waved, and a bright light came from the sleeve.
It's the murderous sword in his sleeve!
The two sides were only a few feet apart, and most people would definitely die. But Aunt Lei, who has relied on five-star martial arts to reach this day, is also a prodigy of her generation. She was already on guard, twisted her shoulders in mid-air, and while dodging, the iron staff lost its suction.
, she hit the assassin's waist hard, causing a thunderous roar.
The assassin was horrified and hurriedly used his sword to block the attack, only to hear a pop! The three-star sword was almost broken, and the huge force of the iron staff penetrated the sword body and poured into the assassin's body with great force.
When a cloud of blood mist exploded in the air, Aunt Lei ignored it and used her inner strength to clear the way and tear open the blood mist. Thinking of almost dying in the opponent's hands, the murderous intent and anger in her heart could not be extinguished, so she smashed it out again.
But the other party was not a vegetarian. As early as when he was injured, he used the power of Aunt Lei's blow, combined with the peerless escape method of assassination, to quickly escape into the distance, and turned into a black spot in the blink of an eye. Aunt Lei's staff
The awns only shattered large rocks and trees along the way.
In other directions, the battles also came to an end. Yao Wu, Du Yuehong and Wuzhi Seng defeated their respective opponents one after another.
Wan Jian Yan Luo's opponent is the leader of the seven assassins, and the battle between the two is the most intense. Wan Jian Yan Luo has recently comprehended the second half of the Jian Hai Jing, and his years of accumulation have allowed him to gain considerable strength in a short period of time.
However, he did not expose himself and only used the power of absorbing the Demon Emperor Pearl to resist, which still made the man in black feel strenuous.
Seeing that the situation was not right, the man in black shouted: "Retreat!" He raised his sword, turned around and ran away. Escape is one of the most important skills of an assassin. The man in black turned into black threads and disappeared into the sword of Wan Jian Yan Luo.
In the tide.
Several other super assassins followed suit and abandoned the fight one after another.
A few breaths later, Aunt Lei, who was chasing the enemy, also came back. Looking at the unlucky look on her face, it was clear that she had not caught up with anyone.
Gazing across the dense pits and large pieces of broken wood at the scene, Yao Wu said in a deep voice: "We all underestimated the cloaked man. It seems that the power this man has is unfathomable. Seven Hexiang Realm
Assassin, this kind of knowledge is not even as good as the Twelve Holy Lands! I finally understand why the cloaked man was able to kill the old mountain master of the Great Fantasy Mountain."
Perhaps because he didn't want to increase others' ambitions, Wan Jianyan said: "It can't be calculated that way. The frontal strength of those seven people is not very high. Even if they are added together, they probably can't beat the old monk from Baoyuan Temple."
Several people understood that Wanjian Yama was referring to Master Jingkong. With the profound Buddhist teachings of the old bald donkey, it was really possible to restrain these evil spirits.
But Yao Wu added: "What if these seven people practice assassination? If it weren't for Master Yan this time, the aunt would have suffered an unexpected event! The opponent's assassination technique cannot be judged by common sense. If you are careless, no matter how strong the person is,
They may all suffer from hatred!”
These words silenced several people, and Aunt Lei quickly glanced at Yan Yiqing.
To this day, even people like them can no longer see what level Yan Yiqing's martial arts has reached. They only know that it is terrible, and maybe even higher than the standard!
The elder sister in white clothes said anxiously, "Don't be stunned, hurry up and rush to my little brother's place!" Take the lead and get out.
The five people from the Demon Sect were reminded, but they were stunned for a moment, and then followed closely. However, a thought flashed through the five people's minds at the same time, why not deliberately slow down and let the kid die!
But this idea was quickly extinguished. Even the stupidest ignorant monks knew that they were now poisoned by a strange poison that would attack every three days. Barong and Fang Xiaodie, who were in charge of the antidote, had died many days ago.
After being ordered to leave, no one except Zhuo Mufeng knew where they were.
What's more, if you want to harm Zhuo Mufeng, you have to get rid of Yan Yiqing first. Time is short and there is no time to think of a way. It should be noted that everything today, they are just acting according to Zhuo Mufeng's instructions. What does that kid want to do? They still don't know.
clear……
In the cave inside the mountain, there are dense shades of trees, piles of rocks, and the sunlight is broken and mottled, falling into pieces, and it is a quiet and peaceful place.
On a large stone, Zhuo Mufeng stood with his sword in front of him, staring coldly at the man walking out of the darkness. The man had a red opera sheet on his face, and was covered in a large black robe, even his hands were covered with
Wearing leather gloves, his right hand holds the handle of the knife at his waist.
As Zhuo Mufeng's skills gradually deepened, his judgment on people's martial arts also improved. He clearly felt that this person's momentum was even stronger than Dongfang Changsheng.
It is true that the relationship between the strength of momentum and the level of martial arts is not absolutely proportional, but at least some clues can be gleaned. People with strong momentum are often experienced in hundreds of battles and are determined, and the fighting instinct is almost integrated into their every move.
Especially this man in black robes, with a fierce murderous intention in his aura. The opponent may not be as simple as having experienced hundreds of battles, but has killed many, many people, so many that even looking at each other calmly can make people feel deeply.
of chill.
Ma Tao, who was still a little panicked at first, saw his true master coming, and his legs almost became weak. He shouted for help: "Sir, my subordinate has completed the mission!"
I mean, should you protect my safety?
Zhuo Mufeng couldn't help but shake his head.
The man in black robe was dressed like a hunter and didn't make any move, but there seemed to be a knife aura in a trance. In the sound of hiss, Ma Tao had been stabbed through the heart by thousands of knives. His body fell on a big stone, and blood was flowing.
The boulder was not damaged at all.
Seeing this scene, several masters of the Haoqi Sect behind Zhuo Mufeng were almost scared to death. They had never seen such a terrifying person, and it was impossible for the masters to destroy the top super masters without moving a single move.
Zhuo Mufeng smiled and said: "Your Excellency, you are too cruel, aren't you?"
Man in black robe: "You should thank me for killing the traitor for you."
He walked towards Zhuo Mufeng step by step. With every step he took, the power of the sword on his body became stronger. Above his head, a ten-foot-long jet-black sword was looming, rotating gently vertically. From the sword's light
The sword energy overflowing from the cave gradually filled the entire cave in the mountain, and the air was filled with a sharp and cold feeling.
Even though several Hao Qi Sect masters were running their skills crazily, they still felt stinging all over their bodies, and a layer of sweat appeared on their bodies. Just as someone wanted to escape, they felt that the light of the sword in the distance was about to strike down, which frightened all three souls and seven souls.
Flying away. With his last desperate look, he could only look at the young figure in front of him as if asking for help.
In their sight, there was no contrast in the aura between Zhuo Mufeng and the man in black robe.
The black-robed man was so powerful that he occupied most of the surrounding space. Zhuo Mufeng, however, had only three feet of sword energy lingering around him. He was struggling to resist the surging sword energy, and it looked like he would be broken at any time.
Compared to otherworldly masters like the man in black robe, Zhuo Mufeng, as the youngest super master in history, is obviously much younger.
Seeing that the other party was gathering momentum without saying a word, and the action of killing the leader of the Haoqi Sect just now was probably to stimulate his own sword power, Zhuo Mufeng couldn't help but said: "Are you planning to do this to me?"
The man in black robe did not answer, and the jet-black sword light above his head almost condensed into substance, indicating that his momentum was about to reach its peak.
Zhuo Mufeng couldn't help but sigh: "It's so straightforward. I thought you would at least say, Zhuo Mufeng, if you don't want to die, just go ahead and capture him."
The man in black robe looked at Zhuo Mufeng as if he were a fool, but his momentum was not affected. When the last step fell, the dark sword light made a soul-trembling clang, like thousands of knives slashing each other, rolling.
Exploded in all directions.
At this time, the two sides were only ten steps away. Several Haoqi Sect masters behind him were shocked to see that the boulder under Zhuo Mufeng's feet was being ground into powder little by little. However, the powder did not rise or float away, but solidified on Zhuo Mufeng's body.
of feet.
Just as he was in his trance, a violent clash of swords shook the void. The huge rocks turned into powder, like countless bullets fired, instantly drawing countless interlaced gray lines in the white void, and at the same time covering up the two confrontations.
people.
The battle begins!
The hand of the man in black robe is very fast. His right hand is always holding the handle of the knife, but he doesn't know when the knife has been unsheathed. It's like the process of drawing the knife has been edited out. The dark sword light above his head carries an unstoppable momentum, and it is fierce.
Angrily slashing at Zhuo Mufeng below.
The sky tore, and the sword energy exploded. Viewed from the side, the sword light drew a quarter of a black arc, and cut through Zhuo Mufeng's sword energy light barrier at the moment of contact.
The power of this blow was far greater than the sword that Dongfang Changsheng struck at Zhuo Mufeng outside Baijiang City. But Zhuo Mufeng is no longer the Zhuo Mufeng of the past.