Do you want to take advantage of the opportunity to take action?
After many days of being careful and waiting patiently, Qiao Song never thought that the opportunity would come to him, which gave him an unreal feeling.
Was Zhuo Mufeng really accidentally injured by the devil? Or was it just a trap?
When everything he expected was in front of him, Qiao Song hesitated, unable to make a decision. He could only make a gesture and order everyone to continue to follow him in an encirclement manner.
Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the tent group, Qiao Song became more and more irritable. When the interruptions continued and he was disturbed, what on earth was he afraid of?
Staring at Zhuo Mufeng's innocent face, the other party even had a smile on his face, which reminded him of how the other party humiliated Kang Du and the entire Moko Cult.
So what if it's a trap? Super experts don't dare to approach this place. If something happens, they can retreat at any time without risking their lives!
With this thought, Qiao Song's whole body felt like it was electrified, a ferocious look appeared on his face, his skill increased to the limit, and he shouted through the voice: "Everyone listens to the order, kill for me, don't spare any effort!"
Before he finished speaking, Qiao Song rushed out, his clothes bulging, and his strong aura formed layers of purple light shields around him, a total of seven layers, firmly protecting him in the center.
It is the supreme secret of Moko Sect, the Nine Heavens of Purple Luo.
Ling Wuxie had used this move at the Northern Qi's hunting ceremony, which continuously rebounded Zhuo Mufeng's sword energy. If Zhuo Mufeng hadn't made a breakthrough on the spot, he would have been defeated by his opponent.
Compared with Ling Wuxie, Qiao Song's attainments are undoubtedly much higher. As you go deeper into the seven-layer mask, the color becomes darker. By the seventh layer, it suddenly turns purple-black, and even Qiao Song's figure is hidden.
Still in the air, Qiao Song pulled out the knife from his waist and slashed with both hands. The light of the knife, blessed by the purple energy, was like a piece of purple magma that was about to explode. It shot towards Zhuo Mufeng, and the sky puppets along the way
The breath was pierced.
Zhuo Mufeng, who was walking forward, had a look of shock on his face, and a deep panic flashed in his eyes. He stepped back to one side without thinking, but he only had time to avoid the first half of the sword, and the second half hit his body-protecting weapon.
Qi, smashed it into pieces. The remaining force continued to bombard Zhuo Mufeng.
A mouthful of blood mist spurted out, Zhuo Mufeng's aura was in chaos, and he fell to the bottom of his life. With the impact of the knife, his body quickly escaped to one side, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask for help.
Seeing this, Qiao Song no longer hesitated. While laughing wildly in his heart, he quickly stretched Ziluo Zhenqi to the limit. Seven layers of purple light shields actually merged into a light curtain, blocking Zhuo Mufeng's back.
A bright light flashed in Zhuo Mufeng's eyes. The test at this time was to adapt to the situation. He made a quick decision and opened his mouth to shout. His voice was weakened by more than 80% by the purple light curtain, and the rest was not enough to alarm the Holy Land experts outside the tent group.
"Zhuo Xiaoxiao, your death has come!" Qiao Song gathered his energy into a voice, not to mention how happy he was in his heart. The grievances and resentments of the past turned into endless murderous intent, making him look ferocious and fly out with a knife.
Zhuo Mufeng was equally happy and ran deeper into the place without saying a word.
The surrounding Moko Sect masters were excited when they saw Zhuo Mufeng, who was at the height of his power, being injured by the fifth elder. They all realized that today was a good opportunity to make great achievements, so they all risked their own lives and used their unique skills to attack Zhuo Mufeng.
For a moment, the swords, swords, fists, wind and palms turned into a heavy torrent and rolled over the front. The ground cracked and earth and rocks were sprayed. The lethality on the scene was like dozens of grenades exploding at the same time.
Led by Qiao Song, the masters of the Moko Cult did not stop. As soon as a move passed, the group closest to them once again raised their skills and struck out one after another. The people behind were chasing after them, ready to continue their firepower at any time and at any time.
Don't give Zhuo Mufeng any opportunity to take advantage of him.
Because Qiao Song turned the seven-color light mask into a light curtain and blocked it at the rear, very little sound came out, and the Holy Land experts outside the tent group did not notice it.
Boom, boom, boom...
Large amounts of dust rose up, and the strong wind temporarily dispersed the spirit of the Heavenly Puppet, and everyone followed in hot pursuit.
Zhuo Mufeng at the front was stumbling and crumbling under the powerful and dangerous torrent attacks, as if he would fall completely in the next moment. This inspired the killing intent of Qiao Song and others. So much so that they completely forgot about this moment.
In the meantime, he was already hundreds of meters away from where he was.
Surrounded by mountains, dense forests and steep slopes, sound transmission was greatly affected. Coupled with the long distance, Zhuo Mufeng was convinced that the time had come to take action. Otherwise, Qiao Song might wake up if he continued to seduce him.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his whole aura changed. The previous sluggishness disappeared, replaced by a sharp edge like a sword, piercing the sky. Under the influence of this aura, the air around him made a hissing sound.
, as if there were countless small swords shooting.
Although the previous scene was thrilling, except for the first attack by Qiao Song, Zhuo Mufeng dodged all subsequent attacks.
Even the first blow, since it offset most of the power, caused limited damage to Zhuo Mufeng, and was protected by the demonic dragon inner elixir, it had little impact on his combat power in a short period of time.
The depression he showed was mostly just an illusion created by his sister in white.
With a click of his feet, Zhuo Mufeng rose five feet straight up. The moment his feet hit the air, he turned around to face the chasing masters of the Moko Cult.
Keng!
With a flash of white light, the tear-stained sword was unsheathed. Without giving the opponent any chance to react, Zhuo Mufeng's prepared skills exploded. The nine-color light just appeared, and immediately followed his slash, turning into a spiral beam and rushing forward.
When he came out, his momentum was astonishing.
"What?" The masters of Moko Cult were shocked. Except for Qiao Song, the rest of them didn't even come back to their senses.
Qiao Song, who was pointed directly by the sword, felt that the pores all over his body were wide open and cold air was constantly entering his body.
Frightened and shocked, he roared wildly, and the seven-colored light shield firmly guarded his whole body. He danced the three-star sword wildly with both hands, slashing out a purple sword light that was five feet long in a sweeping motion.
Although it seemed a little hasty, Qiao Song had already gathered all his strength before, so he was not embarrassed.
Bang!
The nine-color sword energy and the purple sword light collided without any illusion, just like two hammers smashing each other.
Not to mention the wildly spreading fluctuations, the heavy sound waves alone caused many nearby Moko masters to tear their eardrums, and streams of blood gush out from their ears. They even became temporarily deaf and stood there blankly with their minds blank.
next moment--
These people were scratched by sharp ripples, their heads and bodies were separated, or they were split in two, or their arms and limbs were broken and their limbs were flying around. As soon as their painful screams started to sound, they were drowned out by the explosion.
Zhuo Mufeng knew that the battle must be resolved quickly, and in order to clear the suspicion afterwards, he had to take action on Qiao Song himself. When he swung the sword, he tried his best to snatch it out.
The benefits of being at the fifth level of the Star Bridge Realm and strengthening the meridians appeared at this moment. As a much larger amount of internal force surged through the meridians of both feet, Zhuo Mufeng's speed soared, and he quickly bullied Qiao Song and beat the latter.
Caught off guard.
In anger, Qiao Song hurriedly struck with his sword and tried to retreat. As expected of the elder of the Moko Sect, he immediately made the most correct choice after regaining consciousness.
The swords clashed, Zhuo Mufeng's arms went numb, and the Tears Sword almost flew out of his hand. Although he had tried his best to overestimate Qiao Song's strength before, he was still surprised when they actually fought.
If he hadn't made a breakthrough in his cultivation, today's plan would have been ruined.
Who knows, Qiao Song is ten times more shocked than Zhuo Mufeng. He thinks that his cultivation level, martial arts level, and enemy experience are just as good as Zhuo Mufeng's, and his martial arts is at the six-star level, which is enough to overwhelm Zhuo Mufeng.
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But he never expected that the opponent's cultivation level was not the fourth level of the Star Bridge Realm, but the fifth level of the Star Bridge Realm, and the opponent's internal strength was incredibly powerful, surpassing any peak Star Bridge Realm person Qiao Song had come into contact with in his life.
Master.
Huge force surged through the blade to his arm, causing Qiao Song's tiger's mouth to burst. When the three-star sword was narrowly missed, he was forcibly held on by his steely will. As a result, the five fingers were subjected to too much force, and blood exploded from the shock, even to the bones.
All the stubble was exposed.
But Qiao Song gritted his teeth and let out a roar that was comparable to a beast's roar, but he didn't let go.
This reaction further strengthened Zhuo Mufeng's determination to kill. Regardless of the soreness in his arm, he slashed his sword diagonally from top to bottom. The sword energy wrapped around the sword body and slashed through the void, making it unstoppable.
Qiao Song held the handle of the knife with his other hand and faced it with great pain.
A clang!
The three-star sword, which could hardly be held firmly, finally flew out this time. However, due to the frontal impact, Zhuo Mufeng and Qiao Song retreated in the opposite direction at the same time.
With Qiao Song's lightness skills and this pushing force, he was confident that he could rush back to the tent group in time. By then, even if Zhuo Mufeng had the guts, he wouldn't even think of killing him.
Thinking of everything that happened today, Qiao Song laughed ferociously, his twitching face unable to hide his resentment: "Zhuo Xiaoxiao, remember this for me! When I go out, Sanjiang Alliance, hey hey hey..." There was murderous intent in his words, and the meaning was self-evident,
I want to take it out on the Sanjiang Alliance.
With Qiao Song's status and the resources at his disposal, if he really wants to deal with the Sanjiang Alliance by any means necessary, the Sanjiang Alliance will have absolutely no chance of resisting him. Unless the Dongfang Family comes forward, will the Dongfang Family be willing?
So Qiao Song must die!
With a soft bang, Zhuo Mufeng's belt suddenly burst open. What caught Qiao Song off guard was that a bunch of poisonous powder spurted out from the opening.
The golden snake belt Zhuo Mufeng wears around his waist is the same golden snake belt that was extracted from the Tibetan Armament Pavilion together with the Amber Divine Sword. It has not been used before until today.
The distance between the two parties had not been completely widened, and the poisonous powder was splashed, and there was no new strength. Even though Qiao Song tried his best to resist, some of it still touched his arms and shoulders.
In an instant, Qiao Song felt dizzy, and his whole body began to feel weak. In panic, he shouted: "Quickly..." But as soon as he shouted a word, Zhuo Mufeng swung his sword down again, and his powerful internal strength was enough to sustain him.
His continuous squandering.
laugh!
A cloud of blood spattered out, and Qiao Song retreated faster, but there was no excitement left in his heart, and a sharp pain spread from his neck.
In a daze, he suddenly saw a headless corpse below, clattering to the ground. The clothing and body shape were so familiar. Then, he fell into permanent darkness.
"Fifth Elder..."
From the time Zhuo Mufeng launched the attack to the time he beheaded Qiao Song, it actually only took a short time. The Moko Sect masters around him were unable to intervene. When they saw Qiao Song being beheaded, they felt as if they had been struck by lightning.