Zhuo Mufeng ran alone in the huge bamboo forest in front of Xu Mansion.
He didn't dare to run in other directions. Since Xu Baichuan had set a trap, there were probably ambushes around, and it would be easier to hide his traces with the help of bamboo forests.
The shouts of killing from behind gradually stopped, making Zhuo Mufeng feel cold all over.
Eighty percent of those Skyclaw masters were dead.
Only a true seventh-level guy like himself is left to avoid being chased by everyone in the Xu family?
What a joke!
Both legs were swollen and painful due to the penetration beyond the limit of internal force, but it also made Zhuo Mufeng's speed reach an unprecedented state.
etc!
An even more terrifying discovery made Zhuo Mufeng's heart feel like it was falling into an ice cave.
With his own speed, he should have run out of the bamboo forest long ago, so why are he still wandering around in it? The night is dark, but he can vaguely see that the bamboo forest is far from reaching the end.
Is there a formation here?
There are very few Qimen formations in the world, at least Zhuo Mufeng has never seen it, but he knows that that kind of thing is extremely evil. If he really falls into it, even the masters of the Earth Spirit List, let alone him, will not be able to escape.
But the current strange situation seems to be explained only by formation.
Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Zhuo Mufeng carved marks along the way and headed in one direction.
In just a few dozen breaths, he discovered the original mark three times.
Really stuck in the formation!
Zhuo Mufeng wanted to cry but had no tears.
He was good at tracking, but he didn't know anything about formations. He was completely confused about how to take the position and how to distinguish the formation. No matter how strong his observation skills were, it was useless.
But if you keep wandering around, the masters of the Xu family will definitely chase them out after they deal with the others. When you escape, there are many people present.
What awaits you then is death.
Zhuo Mufeng was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. He thought of his well-behaved junior sister and the wonderful scenery of Nuanyang Mountain. Life was so beautiful, how could he die here.
what to do?
The sound of footsteps could be heard faintly, accompanied by the shouting of some people.
Zhuo Mufeng's heart was heavy. Fortunately, his willpower was tempered enough and he was not defeated by the despair that hit him like a flood at this moment.
Stay calm, it's not the last moment yet.
The one who chased out shouldn't be Xu Baichuan, otherwise the movement wouldn't be so small.
With his own strength, he may not have no chance of winning against others. If he manages to capture important people, he might be able to use them as hostages and take him away.
Zhuo Mufeng tried hard to adjust his breathing and ran away from the sound.
But his hopes were quickly dashed.
Xu Baichuan's disciples have good qualifications, the youngest is over twenty years old, and the lowest level of cultivation is really high-level. They are in groups of three or five, how can they be so easy to deal with.
After several encounters, Zhuo Mufeng could not win immediately, and he was worried about attracting people from other directions, so he could only run away, so that the range became smaller and smaller, and he became a trapped beast.
The pursuers behind him became more fierce, but Zhuo Mufeng became calmer, holding his breath and always keeping a few feet away from them.
The boiling hemp herbal powder hidden on the body is gradually evaporating, and it should be working.
It all sounds like a long story, but in fact it only lasted a moment.
When people were surrounding him from all sides, Zhuo Mufeng was like a lurking cheetah, suddenly exerting force and stabbing to the left with his sword.
He had just observed that the four people on the left had the worst overall strength.
"court death!"
The four of them felt that they had been slighted, and they all started to attack in anger. Their lowest level of cultivation had reached the eighth level. However, the moment of dizziness caught the four of them off guard.
Almost at the same time, a long sword stabbing as fast as the wind came over.
Keng!
The true eighth-level disciple endured dizziness and weakness and caught the first sword. The long sword in his hand flew out, but then the second sword struck without leaving any space.
Someone next to him made a move, and Zhuo Mufeng dodged in the air. Not only did his sword power not weaken, but he thrust out a third sword that was faster and more ferocious, with no time to spare.
Dacheng’s deadly three-immortal chain sword!
A snort.
Another true tenth-level disciple was unable to dodge and was stabbed into the shoulder by the long sword. He screamed in pain and fell to the side.
There were still people on both sides holding swords, and there was no chance to capture the opponent. Zhuo Mufeng sighed secretly and had no choice but to rush out towards the breach.
A terrifying explosion came from outside the bamboo forest, shaking the heart and soul. Could it be that the battle on Xu Baichuan's side was coming to an end, who would win and who would lose?
Zhuo Mufeng felt uneasy, stopped hanging, and ran at full speed.
The opportunity was being lost bit by bit, but there was nothing he could do.
Bamboo leaves fell in front of them, and a man fell to the ground. He was wearing a hooded black gold robe and a golden face. He was clearly the person in charge of this operation.
Is this guy not dead yet?
Does his weak appearance mean that Xu Baichuan's side has won?
Zhuo Mufeng's heart sank heavily, and he passed by him without even looking at him.
"Take me away, I know how to break the formation."
The golden-masked man spoke for the first time.
Surprisingly, she is also a woman. Although her voice is weak, she has a special magnetism.
His body was suddenly lifted up, and the golden-faced man was shocked to find that the other person carried him on his back without much thought. It seemed that he was at the end of his rope and had no choice but to think about it.
"Turn left to the third house."
The golden-masked man did not hesitate.
"Speak to me humanly!"
Zhuo Mufeng was furious. Under the crisis of life and death, he completely ignored the superiority relationship between the two parties.
The golden-masked man was obviously stunned again, his eyes shot out with cold light, but he knew it was not the time to argue, so he could only say in a deep voice: "Take three steps to the left, three times in a row."
Zhuo Mufeng did as he was told.
"Turn right to Sixth Palace."
"Turn left to Nine Palaces."
Just halfway through, Xu Baichuan's disciples came after him again.
"How's your cultivation level?"
The golden-faced man asked coldly.
"The true seventh level."
"The three of Xu Baichuan fought with me. Their strength was greatly consumed. They should be unable to catch up for the time being. You must use this only opportunity to break out."
Nonsense, the question is how to break out!
Zhuo Mufeng was already unable to deal with a group of guys whose cultivation was much higher than his own, and he was carrying one person on his back, which reduced his flexibility and almost caused him to be injured when he came face to face with them.
The golden-faced man said: "How do you usually practice?"
The tone was full of surprise and contempt, which made Zhuo Mufeng have veins popping up on his forehead. While resisting and running away, he sneered: "Sister, you can do it."
Fortunately, the one-star boiling hemp grass from before still had some effect. Zhuo Mufeng hurriedly escaped from more than a dozen really high-level warriors with one person on his back.
The next few times.
The medicinal power of the boiling hemp grass was gradually fading away, and Zhuo Mufeng's hands and feet were all stained. The golden-masked man's back was also scratched several times, and he let out a slight groan.
"Although the moves are flexible, they are not smooth enough, the reaction is average, and I don't know how to catch the enemy. If you don't want to die, then you do as I say."
The bossy tone of the golden-masked man made Zhuo Mufeng want to leave him behind. His strength and fighting skills, which he was proud of, were inferior to him in the eyes of his opponent.
"Take two steps with your feet and use the third to last move from before."
"Turn your body to the left, the last move from before."
Zhuo Mufeng's memory was astonishing. In line with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse, he subconsciously followed what the other party said and swung two swords in succession, and unexpectedly knocked back several people in front of him.
These two swords were still in the Great Sumeru sword style, but in the special situation just now, they exerted an effect beyond Zhuo Mufeng's imagination.
So this is how sword moves are used?
Zhuo Mufeng was greatly shocked, as if he had opened the door to a new world.