As soon as Zhuo Mufeng flew out, two figures immediately caught up with him, not giving him any chance to breathe. This shows how strong the murderous intention was in his heart.
Zhuo Mufeng was suddenly attacked, and he was unprepared and seemed a bit stunned. Fortunately, his body possessed the power of the magic dragon's inner elixir, otherwise if it had been anyone else, he would have been seriously injured and dying just from those few blows.
Sensing the terrifying energy coming and his potential exploding, Zhuo Mufeng forcibly lifted himself up. With a roar, the earth and rocks where he originally fell collapsed, and a big dent was made by his fist.
The energy rebounded and surged into Zhuo Mufeng, who was unable to dodge, causing him secondary damage, but also accelerating his lateral movement in disguise.
Zhuo Mufeng finally recognized the two men who took action. Although they wore makeup, their tricks could not deceive anyone. They were the Gong Beixuan couple who had kidnapped Wu Yuanyuan.
Previously, the Sanjiang Alliance had also teamed up with the Miao family to search for the couple on Feijian Island, but found nothing. Unexpectedly, they dared to come to Dajun Mountain and even set up an ambush here.
Setting up an ambush?
Something suddenly flashed in Zhuo Mufeng's mind, but he didn't have time to think about it. While he was knocked back, he mustered up all his inner strength to shout loudly and activated the seven-color sword energy.
"Want to call someone? Dreaming!"
This place is far away from the gathering place, and it is the place carefully chosen by Gong Beixuan and his wife. Even with their skills, they cannot even think of alarming others.
Zhang Ru's face was ferocious, and the scene of her son's tragic death that night reappeared in front of her eyes, making her murderous. She ignored the bright seven-color ball in front of her and shot it with the power of the stormy waves with both palms.
At the same time, Zhuo Mufeng finally successfully displayed the seven-color sword energy, and a rainbow light sharply met the majestic palm power.
Boom!
The seven-color rainbow light was indestructible. After being destroyed into several parts by the force of the palm, a brand new power surged in the sword energy and suddenly struck forward.
Amidst a burst of explosions and flashes, Zhang Ru's palm strength was less than 20%, and was easily avoided by Zhuo Mufeng, who was dozens of meters away.
"Two blows of sword energy, a huge storm?" Gong Beixuan's eyes widened and he blurted out an exclamation. Zhang Ru even looked in disbelief.
Dacheng's five-star swordsmanship and the power of Dacheng's storm made Zhuo Mufeng's sword nearly as lethal as the top ten on the Earth Spirit Ranking. Coupled with the distance factor, it's no wonder he was able to avoid it.
The battle during the day established Tao Yin's status as the number one young man in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, but probably no one knew that the young man in front of him was not inferior at all. Even if he did not join the forces of the Holy Land, he actually understood the Great Storm on his own.
To a certain extent, Zhuo Mufeng is the one who hides the deepest.
Die, this son must die!
Zhang Ru's murderous intention was unprecedentedly fierce. Although she was aggressive just now, she inevitably underestimated the enemy, but now she really used her full strength.
She was like a light smoke, flying over twenty feet. After several flashes, she was within five feet of Zhuo Mufeng, and easily avoided Zhuo Mufeng's sword energy.
Then the two palms were shot out very quickly, and in the shadows of the palms, waves of surging energy overlapped and swayed, like a big storm, the big trees in front of them were broken one after another, and the grass plants were rising up from the ground.
A scene of destruction.
This is the true strength of the ninety-first master on the Star Ranking. Zhuo Mufeng cannot avoid it. The seven-colored light balls are spinning around him, and he can only display the seven-colored sword energy again.
After replacing his internal strength with the "Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique", the quality of his internal strength has been improved a bit, which means that he can use the same level of seven-color sword energy with less internal strength. In the past, he could only use it twice, instead of three times.
The colorful lights in the woods changed violently, accompanied by a muffled sound.
Zhuo Mufeng was knocked out again. His feet had just staggered to the ground, and his body was even tilted. He rushed forward desperately, even breaking several big trees.
Apart from being injured from the front at the beginning, Zhuo Mufeng did not receive much damage later on, so he still maintained most of his combat power.
However, Zhang Ru was dumbfounded. She didn't understand how this guy's body could be so resistant, or was he holding on forcefully?
But for Gong Beixuan and his wife tonight, they are determined to kill Zhuo Mufeng, so how can they let it go?
I saw a golden pillar of flame suddenly shooting out from behind, like a searchlight. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees burned, the air became hot, and the dark void became distorted under the moonlight.
Gong Beixuan, who is stronger than Zhang Ru, takes action!
Before, he only pursued but not killed, not because he underestimated the enemy, but because he wanted to find an opportunity to kill with one strike. Compared to his wife, Gong Beixuan was much calmer and more ruthless.
At this time, Zhuo Mufeng was struggling to dodge Zhang Ru. His old strength had gone, but his new strength had not yet arisen. The golden pillar of flames came with a devastating force, immediately drowning Zhuo Mufeng, and emitted the boiling sound of hot water and butter.
Voice.
When the golden pillar of flames dispersed, a dark mark appeared on the ground along its path, with white smoke rising upwards. A figure was still running forward, but it was too miserable!
The clothes all over his body were burned to tatters, and some of them were stuck to the bleeding flesh. More than half of his originally fair skin was burned and became red, and the surface layer was almost separated from the flesh and blood. His head was covered with black hair.
It turned into flames and fell into the void.
Only the outline of that face could be clearly seen, but it no longer looked as handsome as it had in the past.
Zhuo Mufeng withstood Gong Beixuan's full blow without any defense. His mouth and nose were bleeding, and traces of internal energy rushed out, carrying a terrifying heat. What was even more frightening was that his internal organs seemed to be braced by someone.
It was like being roasted on fire, and there was burning pain all over his body. He could only rely on his will and his body to run forward for his life.
"Not dead yet?"
Little did they know that Gong Beixuan and Zhang Ru were truly shocked. With their martial arts skills, they couldn't even withstand the blow just now. Could it be that this kid had become a Buddhist and Taoist body-protecting Xuan Gang?
With a cold snort, Gong Beixuan quickly closed the distance with Zhuo Mufeng, regardless of the loss of skill, and shot out another golden pillar of flame.
On the other side, Zhang Ru was not idle either. After Zhuo Mufeng was injured, his movements and speed couldn't help but slow down. There was only a two-foot gap between the two sides. Zhang Ru couldn't wait and blasted out with both palms.
Bang bang!
Zhuo Mufeng dodged most of the flaming golden pillars, and was hit in the back by Zhang Ru without any pretense. The heavy injuries were superimposed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing on a nearby tree trunk.
White smoke erupted from the tree trunk on the spot.
Zhuo Mufeng's body was like a scarecrow hit by a hammer, flying out without any control.
The three yang zhenqi and palm energy in his body were rushing around, constantly aggravating his injuries, causing all his seven orifices to bleed. In addition, his whole person was beyond recognition, making him look extremely terrifying.
But even so, Gong Beixuan and his wife still had no intention of relaxing. They were still trying their best to cause damage from behind. A heavy attack that could kill a super master kept hitting Zhuo Mufeng, breaking his bones and tendons.
Pieces of liver mixed with blood kept spurting out.
Zhuo Mufeng has never suffered such a serious injury since taking the Demonic Dragon's Inner Pill. On the other hand, if it weren't for the Demonic Dragon's Inner Elixir, ten Zhuo Mufeng would have died.
Zhang Ruxin sucked his hand, grabbed Zhuo Mufeng's neck, lifted him up, said with a vicious look and a smug smile: "Bastard, aren't you very powerful? Keep running away if you can!"
The person in her hand was burnt red all over, his skin was rolled up, his flesh and blood were blurred, and white bone stubble could be seen in some places. Even the person who was most familiar with Zhuo Mufeng would never be able to recognize that this person was the elegant one.
Crazy dragon.
Zhuo Mufeng's consciousness has become blurred, and he can't even feel the suffocating force tightening around his neck. The tearing heat and palm strength rolling inside his body are destroying his life every moment.
This was the first time since his rebirth that he truly felt that death was approaching and that there was no possibility of a turnaround.
This place is so remote and remote that even if Wu Guanting suddenly gets a whim and asks about his whereabouts, it will be difficult to find him for a while. Not to mention people from other sects.
The person who led him here had deliberate intentions from the beginning.
A very faint smile appeared at the corner of Zhuo Mufeng's mouth, with unspeakable sarcasm and anger. He shouldn't have trusted anyone. Maybe it was because this period of time was so smooth and stable that he actually lost it.
Develop the most basic sense of vigilance.
You deserve to be in this situation tonight!
There are no regrets in life. No matter how talented and brilliant he is, he will be just a pile of bones after death. Maybe it won't take five or ten years, but only two or three years, everyone will forget him and Zhuo Mufeng.
Zhuo Mufeng wanted to laugh, but he couldn't make a sound. Gong Beixuan's Sanyang Qi destroyed his vocal cords as well. He could only be like a ball of meat waiting to be slaughtered, at the mercy of the couple.
"Aren't you very powerful? How proud you were that night, you killed my son and took that bitch Wu Yuanyuan away. Hahaha, what now? I want you to die, I want you to die a hundred times more painful than my son,
A thousand times more, I will make your life worse than death!"
The hatred that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time was finally released, causing Zhang Ru's face to become distorted.
While laughing wildly, she admired Zhuo Mufeng's unrecognizable appearance. Her eyes scanned every part of his body. If she found an inch of his body that was intact, she stretched out her hand and tore the flesh in that area to pieces.
Zhang Ru said with a smile: "I have decided that I will not kill you. I will dig out your eyes, cut off your nose, ears, and tongue, cut off your limbs, and raise you in a cesspool for the rest of your life.
Eat me...hahaha..."
Gong Beixuan looked at his wife with a twitching face on the side. Of course he was happy to have his revenge, but his wife's methods made even him feel palpitations and nausea.
Gong Beixuan frowned and said, "It may not be easy to take this kid away from Dajun Mountain."
Zhang Ru: "It's simple. First, hide him in a place and feed him some food every day. When the Wind and Cloud Conference is over and everyone has left, we will secretly poach him."
It seemed that his wife had made up her mind. Gong Beixuan originally wanted to persuade her, but when he thought of the son he had spent his entire life cultivating, he swallowed his words and looked at Zhuo Mufeng, unable to help but sneer.
"Oh, why bother!"
Just as the couple was about to find a place to hide someone, a faint sigh suddenly sounded.