Lan Xiang asked while swimming around. His martial arts is much weaker than Wu Yuanyuan and Huahua Feng, but he also possesses the true sixth level of cultivation.
"I'll lure them away, Brother Lan, don't worry."
Zhuo Mufeng's face didn't turn red, he used his magical powers and ran towards the lush jungle.
The battle situation at the scene was urgent, and everyone was fighting on their own. But even so, Zhuo Mufeng was still targeted by several demonic thugs, who were chasing after him.
After running for several miles, the distance between the two sides became closer and closer.
"You are such a disgrace to a righteous knight. Can you only run away?"
A young man wearing a cloth turban sneered.
"I can't beat you. If you don't run away, are you waiting to die?"
Zhuo Mufeng cut off tree trunks, dead branches, etc. along the way while running in an attempt to hinder the people behind him, but it had little effect and instead greatly slowed down his speed.
This bewildered response further proved his status as a rookie in the world, and several evil villains burst into laughter.
Zhuo Mufeng, who was in front of him, suddenly staggered. It turned out that he accidentally stepped on a swamp and threw himself forward uncontrollably.
"Two senior brothers, watch me chop up this idiot."
Among the three people who were chasing him, the youngest one with a pointed face kicked his foot and slashed towards Zhuo Mufeng's back with a long knife. The strength of the knife penetrated his body, showing his profound cultivation at the eighth level.
Zhuo Mufeng, who was about to be cut in half, suddenly paused while leaning forward, but his other foot retreated in time, using it as the center, pulling the entire body to twist laterally.
His face with his back to the three people showed no panic as before, only a kind of indifference and calmness that went deep into his bones.
The long sword swung back quickly, as if it contained all the power of his body, bursting out in an instant, possessing the power hidden in mustard seeds.
The Great Sumeru Sword Style of Transformation.
"not good!"
The sharp-faced boy was careless and the door opened wide. Fortunately, he was good at martial arts and retreated in time, out of the scope of the sword shadow.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, as the sword shadow swept past him a few inches away, he felt cramping in his lower body, and a burst of blood spurted out. His legs suddenly separated from his body, and he fell to the ground, screaming loudly.
"Sixth Junior Brother!"
"Transforming the essence of light, this person has understood the transformation of essence of light!"
The two demonic thugs behind were shocked and angry, looking at Zhuo Mufeng who was walking slowly in disbelief.
Just as they were about to move, Zhuo Mufeng quickly controlled the sharp-faced boy, picked him up, and said coldly: "Put down your weapon, or I will kill him. You two have deep brotherhood, so you won't ignore him, right?"
"
Among the three demon disciples, the oldest young man with a Chinese character said angrily: "Despicable and shameless, are you still a man of the right path?"
Zhuo Mufeng: "I never said I was."
The two were furious and wanted to rush forward at all costs, but when they saw the pained expression on the sharp-faced boy, they held back. Just when they hesitated for a moment.
Zhuo Mufeng suddenly threw the sharp-faced boy over, his body moved accordingly, and the long sword stabbed at the young man with the Chinese character face, turning into heavy sword shadows.
"court death!"
The boy with a Chinese-shaped face was afraid of hurting the boy with a pointed face, so he had no choice but to retreat.
But at the same time.
Another young man wearing a turban laughed ferociously and rushed toward Zhuo Mufeng from the other side, his body leaving a series of faint afterimages in the night.
At the true ninth level, he was faster than the sharp-faced boy. The sharp knife and his arm collapsed into a straight line, and the internal energy condensed out from the blade. A few feet away, Zhuo Mufeng's muscles and bones were already cold.
"I'm going to chop you up!"
He laughed wildly in his heart and had extremely ferocious thoughts.
Unexpectedly, what stood in front of him was the body of a boy with a sharp face. It turned out that Zhuo Mufeng had expected it, and when the boy with a Chinese-shaped face stepped back, he had already reached out to grab the boy with a sharp face and used him as a human shield.
When this sudden change occurred, the young man wearing a cloth turban was stunned subconsciously, and immediately had the idea of killing his junior brother and Zhuo Mufeng together, but it was a moment too late.
This is the moment.
Zhuo Mufeng penetrated both feet, and his speed was actually much faster than when he escaped before. This was his true strength. So that the opponent had no time to react, and his legs were chopped off by the long sword, following in the footsteps of his junior brother.
A scream echoed through the night sky.
"Brother, do you want to come over and avenge your two junior brothers? Don't be afraid. I succeeded by relying on conspiracy and trickery. You are much stronger than me."
Zhuo Mufeng had an evil smile on his face, looking at the pale young man with a Chinese character face, slowly approaching him.
This kind of unpredictable appearance creates a strange momentum, which makes the other party feel uncertain. Every time he takes a step forward, the other party takes a step back.
"You have really disgraced the Demonic Way. Don't you even dare to kill a rookie like me? Come here and let us have a fair fight."
The young man with the Chinese character face was not sure whether Zhuo Mufeng had any trump cards. The more arrogant the opponent became, the more doubtful he became, and he lost all his fighting spirit.
This feeling is terrible. Usually only a true peak warrior can make him timid before fighting, and the result is that it is difficult to exert his strength.
"Just wait for me. If you dare to hurt my junior brother, you will die without a burial place. Two junior brothers, senior brother, please go and ask for reinforcements now. Take care of yourself."
The young man with Chinese character face turned around and ran away, leaving the two young men with sharp faces lying on the ground with pale faces, cursing bitterly.
Zhuo Mufeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If the opponent is determined to fight with him, he will have no choice but to run away. One can imagine how much psychological quality affects a person's strength.
Some people, even if they are stronger, will never be able to control the situation.
Zhuo Mufeng mentioned the two of them and submerged them into the jungle. When they were completely safe, he began to torture them to extract confessions. At first, the two refused to let go, but they could not withstand the physical torture and could only confess everything obediently.
It turns out that they are disciples of the Ming Ye Sect.
As a top-notch demonic force in Yingtian Prefecture, Mingye Sect has gained a lot of fame in the world over the years, but due to its excellent concealment skills, it has never been found.
Unexpectedly, I took the initiative to come to Jingshen Island this time. After further questioning, I found out that Mingye Sect is a branch of the Destruction Path among the four paths of the Demon Sect.
No wonder.
The Tao of Destruction and the Tao of Wuqing have a very good relationship. It is said that their ancestors were still husband and wife.
The two of them were ordinary disciples. Zhuo Mufeng forced them to learn several sets of martial arts and successfully obtained 2,500 martial arts pillar points. Then he showed great mercy and sent them to heaven.
After putting away the tokens representing their identities, which were important evidence for claiming rewards from the Sanjiang Alliance, Zhuo Mufeng quietly disappeared into the night.
Without Wu Yuanyuan and others, he could freely use his hands and feet, but it also meant that the danger was more than ten times greater. To be honest, it would be difficult to find anyone with a lower cultivation level than Zhuo Mufeng in the entire Jingshen Island.
So he decided on the spot to leave immediately.
Zhuo Mufeng doesn't think that he is the protagonist of the world after traveling through time. He only has one life, so he should live it and cherish it.
Unfortunately, his location at this time was not close to the edge of the island. After walking for most of the night, he encountered another chaotic battle. He only regretted that the group of righteous knights were too weak and were actually chased by the devil, which also affected him.
The only option was to turn around and end up running deeper and deeper.