After the scene just now, everyone knew in their hearts that the enemy they saw was probably their teammate, and Ye Han's backstabbing of Guo Ran was still in sight.
As expected, no one on the Sword Sect dared to take action anymore, for fear of killing each other again. Several people's faces turned pale, and the hands holding the swords had lost a trace of blood because they were holding the swords too hard, but they did not dare to swing the swords at will.
"Whoosh!!"
A bloody vine, like a life-threatening javelin, shot through the group of people.
The few people didn't know whether what they saw was real or not, but when faced with the life-threatening blood vine, they instinctively chose to dodge. However, the blood vine seemed to have intelligence and chased after Ye Han, the weakest person in the group.
"No……"
Ye Han screamed in fear, and the blood vine pierced his shoulder. As Ye Han screamed pitifully, one of his arms withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and instantly became as withered as a mummy.
"It's true!"
The people watching this scene were so frightened that Sikong Shu's orders had no effect. Jian Zongfan was still alive and waved his sword desperately again to resist the blood-eating vines that were passing through.
For a moment, the whole place was filled with sword aura and sword beads flying, accompanied by bursts of screams.
"That demon fox is going to kill me!" Li Kezhou's heart sank.
His five-foot sword was like a wind wheel running over him, resisting attacks from all directions. Almost everyone in the audience was attacking in the direction where he was, and they had multiple injuries on their bodies.
But the only thing that made him somewhat fortunate was that besides him, there was one sober person in the audience, namely the six ugly men.
These six people seemed to know that when Li Kezhou died, they would be next, so they also joined in, blocking the gray-robed leader's killing move and sharing some of the pressure for him.
But this was a drop in the bucket. The siege of Sikong Shu and the elder Sun made him wander around in a narrow escape.
"laugh……"
Blood was spilled in front of him, and a sword energy broke through the dragon roar he had used, and struck his chest, leaving a ferocious blood mark.
"Stop! You idiots are all attacking me now."
Li Kezhou shouted loudly.
But the people around him seemed to be in a daze and couldn't hear what he said. They were just immersed in the world they saw, desperately resisting the blood vine's pursuit.
"No! Am I going to die at the hands of an illusion cast by an animal today?"
Li Kezhou's heart sank.
He tried his best to resist all kinds of killing moves for more than ten breaths, which was an incredible achievement. If it continued, he believed that there would be no way for him to survive.
Just then, an unpleasant stench came.
Everyone's hand movements became slower, and finally their eyes gradually regained clarity.
The blood vine no longer exists, everything is as before.
"Just now...it was still an illusion!"
When Sikong Shu saw the scene in front of him, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"What does this smell like! Why does it stink so bad?"
Some people's faces turned red, they couldn't hold back, they held their chests and vomited.
Suddenly! The bloody people looked towards the door in unison.
At the threshold, a spirit weasel as big as a yellow dog appeared. The spirit weasel's butt was facing inward. It was obviously a fart of this thing, and everyone was rescued from the illusion.
The spirit weasel turned around. This spirit weasel had a long white beard, shiny fur, and a pair of green bean eyes, staring intently at the stone statue inside.
At this time, behind the stone statue, a miniature fox the size of a mouse cautiously poked its head out.
Immediately afterwards, a man's voice sounded: "Old Huang Weasel, you and I have always been in harmony with each other. How dare you ruin my good deeds today?"
The yellow weasel's mouth opened and closed, and an old voice like an old woman sounded: "Huanhu! There are people I want to save here. How about I give you some face today and let them live? I will definitely reward you generously in the future."
"What if I don't give you this face?" Huan Hu's voice was cold and stern.
"Then I'll forgive you for offending me. You should know your abilities yourself. Your magic ring tone can defeat all living creatures, but it has no effect on me, the spirit ferret. I am willing to talk to you, but also for the sake of General Xuan Python.
A face."
"What a strong tone. Listening to your tone, if it weren't for General Xuan Python, why would you still dare to fight me today? Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
The yellow weasel didn't say anything. He stood up like a human, stretched out a fluffy palm, and three sickle-like claws emerged.
"Sickle-clawed weasel!"
Sikong Shu lowered his voice and said.
Hearing this name, Li Kezhou suddenly understood something.
The sickle-clawed weasel is a mutant of the demon weasel lineage. After becoming a spirit, he can control the power of wind. The cutting wind blades wielded by his sickle claws are sharper than most swords in the world.
At this time, the weasel waved its claws and three sickle blades split into the air and flew away.
"laugh!!"
The three-foot stone statue is divided into three parts from top to bottom.
The demon fox was startled, his eyes flashed and his body quickly swung, and he dodged the sickle blade in advance. He seemed to know how powerful the sword weasel was, and did not dare to stay any longer. He turned into an afterimage and got out of the hole in the wall.
"Old Weasel! You have ruined my good deeds and it will not end now. When I report to the general, you will pay a heavy price."
The voice of the phantom fox became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared.
After narrowly escaping from death, the whole audience was silent for a moment.
On the Sword Sect side, the elder surnamed Sun took a step forward and solemnly raised his hand towards Huang Weasel: "Thank you Ling Weasel for saving me. We will keep it in our hearts for today's great kindness."
The old yellow weasel ignored him, and his eyes swept across the whole place, finally landing on Li Kezhou: "I have nothing to do with whether you live or die. He is the one I want to save."
All eyes in the audience turned to Li Kezhou.
Huang Weasel straightened up and bowed to Li Kezhou from a distance: "I am here to express my gratitude to this young master in person. Thank you very much for your kindness in rescuing my child."
As soon as he finished speaking, the yellow fur on the back of the weasel squirmed. A spiritual weasel, a hundred times smaller than the size of a hand, poked out its petite head. It looked at Li Kezhou with a touch of human joy in its eyes.
When Li Kezhou saw it, he immediately understood the reason. He raised his hand and said in return, "That's it! The spirit weasel has become serious, and I didn't do it unintentionally. Now I'm waiting for a few people to get help from the spirit weasel. I owe it to you."
The old weasel didn't say anything more. The cub behind it jumped down, holding a spiritual grass in its mouth. It quickly came to Li Kezhou. He looked up, put it gently on the ground, and jumped back.
On the back of the weasel.
"This is... nightshade!" Sikong Shu was shocked.
Li Kezhou picked it up and was secretly shocked when he heard Sikong Shu's words.
But before he could refuse, the old weasel said again: "We spirit weasels must avenge our enemies and repay our favors. Please accept this spirit herb. Since then, we have repaid your kindness."
Up."
Not allowing Li Kezhou to refuse, Old Huang Weasel turned around and left, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.