Tan Yanwen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered who Zhuo Mufeng was, and his first reaction was disbelief. This kid was so bad at martial arts, and he was chased by the masters of Feixiang Sect, but he didn't die?
He smiled and said: "It turns out to be young hero. Tan has been thinking about you these days. Seeing that you are fine, I can finally rest assured."
Zhuo Mufeng slowly approached him: "I'm fine, but something is going to happen to you."
Tan Yanwen's smile faded and he said coldly: "What do you mean by that? Do you think that because Tan is injured, you can't do anything?"
The two sides had already broken their skin, and Tan Yanwen was too lazy to pretend. Although he was seriously injured, he was not a threat that a really low-level kid could threaten.
What's more, he was surrounded by people from the Flying Kick Sect. He still didn't believe that at this important moment when good and evil were fighting, Zhuo Mufeng dared to risk the disapproval of the world.
"You'll know after you try it."
With a clanging sound, Zhuo Mufeng drew his sword, and his internal energy poured into the four main lines, all condensed on the sword body, and finally formed an invisible light that was three inches beyond the tip of the sword, cutting through the void and making it indestructible.
The sword force cut through, and Tan Yanwen immediately sensed the sharp and dangerous aura, and he couldn't help but be shocked. The last time they met, Zhuo Mufeng's internal strength definitely did not reach this level.
Seriously injured, Tan Yanwen had no choice but to use his leg skills and evacuate backwards, shouting at the same time: "Traitor of the right path..."
When the sound rang out, the tip of the sword was five inches away from Tan Yanwen's abdomen, out of reach. But suddenly, the invisible rays of light narrowed and lengthened, reaching an astonishing six inches.
Following Zhuo Mufeng's forceful swing, Tan Yanwen, who was caught off guard, felt a pain in his lower abdomen. His roar suddenly stopped. A thin stream of blood could not withstand the pressure and suddenly burst outward from the wound on his abdomen.
"Xiaocheng transformed into fine light..."
Tan Yanwen's eyes were wide open, looking incredible.
As an independent martial arts realm, Huajingmang naturally has a difference between a small level and a large level. Beginners can only barely gather their internal strength to attack.
Those with little success can control the shape of their internal force at the appropriate time to adapt to the battle situation.
If you reach great success, your inner power can be moved by your mind and change into any form at any time and at any time.
After many battles, Zhuo Mufeng finally entered the palace not long ago and truly mastered the essence of using the magic light, reaching the level of Xiaocheng.
In the world, there is not a single warrior who has realized the essence of transformation before the age of 20. If he has realized it to a small extent, it can only be described as a thousand miles away. No wonder Tan Yanwen is so shocked.
Tan Yanwen was suddenly severely injured, and the previous injury was retracted. Tan Yanwen's movements were stiff. Zhuo Mufeng seized the opportunity, suddenly rushed up, punched Tan Yanwen three times in the chest, knocked him to the ground, and immediately closed the acupoint.
Take control with your hands.
"How dare you, thief!"
"A traitor to the right path, you will not be tolerated in the world!"
The warriors of the Flying Leg Sect looked at this scene, and they were all shocked and angry.
In particular, a young man who looked very similar to Tan Yanwen had red eyes and an expression that wanted to bite off Zhuo Mufeng's flesh and blood.
"At that time, you framed me and ran away very fast. I just used the same method to return it to you."
Zhuo Mufeng said neither salty nor lightly.
He chose the right time, just when everyone from the Flying Kick Clan and the demonic warriors were both in harm's way.
After dealing with Tan Yanwen, Zhuo Mufeng did not stop, tiptoed to the ground, dragged his sword and took the initiative to fight towards the battle, saying: "Besides, I have joined the Ming Ye Sect, so how can I say that I am a traitor to the right way?"
He was still wearing the clothes of the Ming Ye Sect, and he personally defeated Tan Yanwen, making the demon warriors unsure of his attitude. Someone immediately asked: "Brother's number?"
"The green mountains turn into green ink."
Naturally, Zhuo Mufeng got this number from the disciples of the Ming Ye Sect.
"As expected, he is one of our own."
Each number has a unique form, and Zhuo Mufeng cuts through the mess with his quick sword and continuously kills the masters of the Flying Kick Gate. The time is short, and the magic warriors have no time to think carefully and subconsciously cooperate with him.
The Flying Kick Gate master yelled and ran away as hard as he could, intending to inform others of the news. During the fight, some magic masters fell to the ground.
When all the flying kick masters who were good at escaping fell to the ground, Zhuo Mufeng did not hesitate anymore and cut the two demonic warriors who were relieved into four pieces with one sword.
"what are you doing?"
The rest were furious.
Zhuo Mufeng did not answer, but tried his best to swing his sword at the remaining three people. They were seriously injured, and they all fled in all directions regardless of their opponents.
Unfortunately, Zhuo Mufeng was in good condition, so there was no way for them to escape. After a lot of effort, he finally succeeded in killing the last person hundreds of meters away.
"You, you shameless despicable person, what do you want to do?"
Tan Yanwen, including his son Tan Wei, were only knocked to the ground and not completely dead.
Seeing Zhuo Mufeng return with a calm face, while everyone present fell to the ground and killed him, Tan Yanwen's face turned pale, and even his voice trembled.
Zhuo Mufeng did not answer, but coldly dragged the two of them into a hidden place and began to torture them to extract confessions. The father and son knew that they would not escape death, but they were stubborn and gritted their teeth and refused to let go.
But they soon tasted that life was worse than death, and found that seeking death was a luxury. Tan Wei finally couldn't stand the torture and took the lead in surrendering.
Seeing that his son had revealed his family's secrets, Tan Yanwen's eyes were filled with tears, his mouth was spitting blood, and he was so angry that he died. In order to let Tan Wei fulfill his filial piety, Zhuo Mufeng naturally showed mercy and quickly sent him to see his father.
The Tan family's secret skill, Scud, is an excellent two-star martial arts. With the addition of several others, it has been successfully converted into a 2000-point martial arts pillar value.
Coupled with the 1,000 points for breaking through to the fifth level of the True Realm and the 3,000 points for transforming into a small form of Jingmang, Zhuo Mufeng's martial pillar value suddenly reached 6,000 points.
It's a pity that the martial arts provided by the Demonic Warrior are the same as before, otherwise there would be more.
Zhuo Mufeng took care of the corpses of everyone in the Flying Leg Sect and took away the identity tokens of the demonic warriors. This move made him at least hundreds of taels of silver, and he walked forward lightly.
But I don't know if it is because of extreme joy that sorrow arises. Not long after, an extremely powerful momentum suddenly came from the side, and even the air seemed to freeze. It suddenly made it difficult for Zhuo Mufeng to breathe.
Star bridge realm master!
Judging from Zhuo Mufeng's perception, the helmsman of the Flying Elephant Sect that he introduced to the valley before was at most at this level.
Facing this kind of opponent, Zhuo Mufeng's first reaction was to run as fast as he could.
But that person had clearly locked onto him, the sound of breaking wind could be heard in the distance, and the force pressing on Zhuo Mufeng became stronger and stronger, indicating that the distance between the two parties was getting closer.
When running hundreds of meters away, Zhuo Mufeng needed to consume several times his previous internal energy with each step he took.
The Zuyangming Stomach Meridian was stretched to the limit, but he still felt sore in his feet and was unable to lift his legs, as if he was submerged in a quagmire.
The shadow of death shrouded Zhuo Mufeng, stronger than ever before. He knew that he would never be able to block the opponent's blow.
Am I going to die here?
Zhuo Mufeng's lips turned white.
Ahead should be the final blockade of the demonic path. After running for more than ten meters, through the jungle, he suddenly saw a group of people fighting fiercely at the bottom of the distant slope. Several of the figures were very familiar.