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"If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for being too close to Xiao Jun," Zheng Qi said to himself as he stared at Chu Mu with a cold smile and a murderous glint in his eyes.
He wanted to suppress Xiao Jun in all aspects. It would be best if Xiao Jun couldn't help but take the initiative to attack him. At that time, he would have a reason to attack. Even if he killed Xiao Jun, he would be justified. With his status and background in the Ironwing Army, as long as he was justified, he wouldn't be afraid of Xiao Zhan.
To put it simply, Chu Mu was just a tool used by Zheng Qi to attack Xiao Jun. At least, that was what Zheng Qi thought.
Chu Mu could feel an incomparably hot aura emanating from his opponent's sword and locking onto him. The cold murderous glint intertwined with the hot aura, as if it was being burned by ice and fire. It was very exciting.
The speed of the sword increased, and an astonishing whistling sound could be heard as it surged forward.
Chu Mu could clearly see the sinister smile and murderous glint on his opponent's face.
This sword was going to kill Chu Mu.
Just as the lava sword was about to strike Chu Mu, Chu Mu knocked back the Dark Iron Sinner. The direction in which he retreated was exactly where the sword was coming from.
"A futile struggle." The warrior sneered in a low voice. He had no intention of changing his move at all. The sword slashed forward with astonishing power and directly split the Dark Iron Sinner's head in half.
The Dark Iron Sinner's body was indeed very strong, but the sword of a six-star Saint was even stronger.
Just as the warrior split the Dark Iron Sinner's head in half and was about to continue stabbing forward towards Chu Mu, a cold Sword Light appeared in front of his eyes. In an instant, it seemed to leap through the void. The Sword Light was like a white line that had no beginning and no end.
There was no way to dodge.
The sword cut through the warrior's neck. After the white line drew an arc, it cut open the Dark Iron Sinner's chest and dug out his heart.
Not only did he fail to kill Chu Mu, but he was also killed by Chu Mu's sword. The warrior's eyes widened, filled with astonishment and confusion.
Why?
Wasn't the other party just a four-star beginner level Saint? How was it possible for him to kill a six-star mid-level Martial Saint like himself?
As he fell, his spatial ring was naturally obtained by Chu Mu.
"Kill him!" Zheng Qi's expression changed greatly in an instant. Rage surged out from his heart as his killing intent erupted like a volcano. He slashed out with his sword, slashing out an astonishingly hot lava sword qi towards Chu Mu. At the same time, he roared loudly.
The expressions of the other eight six-star Saint-level warriors under Zheng Qi's command also changed drastically in an instant. Immediately, they burst forth with all their speed and rushed towards Chu Mu. Lava flowed on their swords, emitting a scorching hot aura and killing intent.
If it was said that before, they only held the attitude of watching a good show, then now, killing intent was born from the depths of their hearts. They wanted to kill Chu Mu.
This was because Chu Mu had killed their comrade.
No matter what the reason was, from the moment Chu Mu killed their comrade, he was their enemy. He was their enemy, the enemy of the Ironwing Army.
Chu Mu's footsteps crisscrossed as he avoided the opponent's sword qi and retreated rapidly.
With his strength, he could indeed kill all eight six-star Saint-level warriors who were chasing after him. He could also chase after them and kill Zheng Qi. However, that would only delay him and delay his departure from the Ironwing Camp.
Yes, when the six-star Saint-level warrior wanted to kill him and drew his sword, Chu Mu had already thought of a way out.
According to Xiao Jun, the Ironwing Army was very united internally. Killing one of them was equivalent to making an enemy out of the Ironwing Army. Xiao Jun had said this in a proud tone. It was a sense of honor that came from the bottom of his heart.
Such an Ironwing Army was undoubtedly very terrifying. They were not to be trifled with.
Speaking of which, Chu Mu also did not want to make an enemy out of the Ironwing Army. However, sometimes things did not develop as one wished. There would always be some variables that were difficult to predict and control.
Obviously, the variable this time was Zheng Qi. He had a conflict with Xiao Jun. However, because of the Ironwing Army, this conflict could not be resolved directly. It was not important to deal with each other again and again. Chu Mu being brought here by Xiao Jun was a good opportunity to strike at Xiao Jun.
Now, Chu Mu's thinking ability was very good. He could immediately deduce the basic situation by combining one-sided information and some situations.
He did not want to make an enemy out of the Ironwing Army, but it did not mean that he could not make an enemy out of them. If the Ironwing Army did not deliberately find trouble with him or only found trouble without killing him, Chu Mu might be able to pretend that he did not know or avoid it. However, the other party had already shown his killing intent. Moreover, he had drawn his sword and wanted to kill him.
Under such circumstances, if Chu Mu still pretended not to know or endured it, he would not be him.
Decisive. Kill.
Before attacking, Chu Mu had already considered everything. If he killed the opponent, he would definitely become an enemy of the Iron Wing Army. The current him, becoming an enemy of the Iron Wing Army wasn't a wise decision, and he had no way of fighting back. However, the advantage was that he was alone and had no attachments. He could come and go as he pleased, and he didn't have to worry about being caught.
If he used his real strength, it would take him less than five breaths to kill eight Six-Star Sages. However, it would take him three breaths or even longer to chase Zheng Qi and kill him. That was to say, it would take him at least eight breaths.
For ordinary people, eight breaths was a short time. However, for Sages, eight breaths were enough for them to react and cross thousands of meters in an instant to encircle Chu Mu. It was also enough for those high-level Sages in the Ironwing Army to deal with him.
Therefore, he made a prompt decision without any hesitation. He retreated at full speed and headed in the direction where there were the least sinners and soldiers of the Ironwing Army. He was ready to break out of the encirclement and leave the Ironwing Camp.
It might not be a good idea to leave the Ironwing Camp at this time. Because there might be a lot of sinners outside. However, it would be worse if he stayed.
Chu Mu's reaction was very fast. However, the Ironwing Army's reaction was also very fast.
Hearing Zheng Qi's roar full of killing intent, the other patrolling soldiers of the Ironwing Army who had killed the sinners hurriedly surrounded Chu Mu from all directions and charged at him.
What was the reason?
What was the reason?
There was no need to ask. They just had to intercept him and capture him first.
Chu Mu was not surprised at all. It was as he had expected.
Fortunately, the sinners were attacking the camp. Otherwise, he would have to face more powerful soldiers of the Ironwing Army, and his chances of escaping would be even smaller.
At full speed, Chu Mu's speed exceeded that of an ordinary Seven Star Saint. In the blink of an eye, he left the others behind and quickly headed for the edge of the camp.
"You killed a soldier of my Ironwing Army and still want to escape. Stay." A thunderous roar reverberated through the air. Immediately after, Chu Mu felt a powerful aura lock onto him from afar. Immediately after, a suction force sucked in his body, causing his speed to instantly drop.
This was the attack of an eight-star Saint level Sword Saint. It hadn't even been eight breaths of time since Ye Xiwen had killed that warrior. And, an eight-star Saint level expert had already attacked. Sure enough, Ye Xiwen's decision was correct.
With the eruption of power and the vibration of his muscles, Chu Mu's figure instantly swayed and twisted. Like a slippery loach, he broke away from the suction force of the eight-star sword saint and flew to the edge of the camp.
At this moment, the soldiers of the Iron-Wing Army who were blocking the Sinners at the edge of the camp would not spare any energy to deal with Chu Mu, because one less of them meant one more Sinner could break through the defensive line and enter the camp.
The patrolling team in the campsite consisted of Seven-star Saints, Eight-star Saints, and even a Nine-star Saint. After all, no one could guarantee that Silver-level sinners would not break through the defensive line and enter the campsite.
The threat level of a Silver Sinner far exceeded that of a Bronze Sinner or even a Black Iron Sinner.
Fortunately, it was an Eight-Star Saint who had attacked, and a Nine-Star Saint was very far away. Otherwise, Chu Mu would probably have to use his trump card again.
There were still two chances left for the Sword Sect Spirit Seal. However, one of them was at the peak of the Eight Star Saint level. For Chu Mu, it wasn't that useful anymore. However, the other one was at the Saint Emperor level. Using it here was really a waste.
"Stop him." The Eight-Star Saint expert quickly chased after Chu Mu and roared at the same time. His speed was faster than Chu Mu's. As long as someone intercepted Chu Mu, he would be able to quickly catch up.
The Eight-Star Saints were the leaders in the Iron-Wing Army. The Iron-Wing Army was like an army. The lower ranks would definitely obey the orders of the higher ranks. There was no need to ask for a reason. They would directly attack and intercept Chu Mu.
That seven star saint rank low stage team leader, after repelling the opponent's bronze rank sinner, slashed out three times with his sword. The three sword auras formed a triangular shape and flew towards Chu Mu from three different angles.
After just three slashes, the Seven-Star Saint beginner captain no longer paid attention to Chu Mu. This was because in his opinion, no matter how powerful a mere Four-Star Saint beginner was, it would already be heaven-defying if he could escape from a Six-Star Saint. There was no way he could avoid his three streaks of sword qi, nor could he resist them.
Swaying figures, staggered footsteps, and three streaks of sword qi. Chu Mu shuttled through the three streaks of sword qi. His speed was not affected at all.
"Die!" The Eight-Star Saint was enraged. He stabbed out with his longsword. A spark of flame blossomed. It locked onto Chu Mu at an extremely fast speed and shot towards him.
Chu Mu felt that he was locked onto again. There was no way he could avoid it.
The power of that spark of flame was extremely strong and terrifying. Chu Mu's sharp intuition told him that he might be able to resist it if he used all his strength. However, he would definitely be sent flying. His speed would be affected and his opponent would catch up to him. The consequences would be dire.
At the critical moment, just as the spark of flame was about to hit Chu Mu's body, he performed the Sword Qi Shadow. He shifted his body and dodged the attack by a hair's breadth. His sword vibrated on the head of a Dark Iron Sinner. With the help of the vibrations, his speed increased and he instantly jumped over the ten-meter-high wooden wall.
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