"Senior Brother Zuo is alone …"
Bo Feng did not dwell on this issue. He glanced at the two opposing sides from afar and said in a calm tone, "No matter who wins or loses, we must obtain accurate information about the secret realm from Zhang Hao and the others."
Zhang Hao stared at the black flag hesitantly.
For a moment, the group of more than seventy people suddenly fell into a strange deathly silence.
Zhang Hao sucked in a deep breath. A ruthless look flashed across his eyes as he said viciously, "What are you saying? We're a f * cking family! Wu Kong Sword Sect was strong! We can't defeat them! But I can't f * cking cower! Last time, we were so miserable. If we have to take a detour even for a little kid, who the f * ck can afford to lose this face? "
But these thirty six zhuji xiuzhe had been recruited by Bo Feng. Gui Feng would not ask for trouble by touching this.
Just as he was preparing to activate the Skyring Moon Chime Formation, he suddenly made a sound of surprise, his eyes filled with joy.
He cut off all other thoughts and stared at the group of murderous xiuzhe in the sky. A feeling of heroism suddenly rose in his heart.
Under the protection of the sword energies, Zuo Mo's courage rose.
With just a few words, the group of people were aroused by Zhang Hao. Everyone's eyes were filled with viciousness and murderous intent. They wanted to immediately level the Desolate Wood Reef!
Gui Feng heard this and did not agree. This was not the Sword Test Conference. Zhang Hao's Black Wind Bandits were all vicious and evil people. This was a battle to the death. A zhuji, not to mention victory, it was enough to be proud to be able to last for a few hours.
Wei Sheng's Void Sword Scripture was at a small success now. The sword essence had invaded his body. Zuo Han had tried all the lingdan but was unable to cure it. His hatred towards Wu Kong Sword Sect was bone-deep. He had always thought of ways to get revenge, but the only thing he could do was to find a lone Wu Kong Sword Sect disciple and kill them to vent his anger.
But when he saw Chang Heng, he could not help but feel slightly shocked. He guessed that Chang Heng's situation was similar to his, but he did not know what mental cultivation method Bo Feng had given Chang Heng.
Fortunately, there were no Golden Core experts among this group of people!
The arcane realm was like a heavy weight that tilted the balance in Zhang Hao's heart.
He had almost been killed by Wu Kong Sword Sect. How could Zhang Hao not feel resentment? But he recognized the situation. With the strength of the Black Wind Bandits, if they went to find trouble with the Wu Kong Sect, that was seeking death. If he could swallow his anger, nothing would happen. He was very clear that in the eyes of Wu Kong Sword Sect, they didn't think anything of the Black Wind Bandits. As long as he didn't provoke them, Wu Kong Sword Sect wouldn't even remember that they existed.
"There's nothing we can do about it. Accept your fate."
Zuo Han's face was twisted, his single eye revealing a bone-deep hatred. His fists were clenched so tightly that cracking sounds could be heard.
Wei Rong's small face was pale, and his bamboo-like body was trembling. When the others saw the flag, it was as if they had seen a ghost. Their faces revealed deep fear, and they could not help but shrink back slightly.
Without another word, Zuo Mo raised his hand and threw out the Wu Kong Flag.
About ten miles away from the Desolate Wood Reef, in a white cloud, a group of people were also staring at the distant Desolate Wood Reef.
Moreover, a mystic realm …
Wasn't it just a battle?
A while ago, the unbridled Black Wind Bandits had coincidentally encountered Wu Kong Sword Sect, and it had been a troop led by Wei Sheng. They had been completely defeated and heavily wounded. One of Zuo Han's eyes and one of his legs had been wounded by Wei Sheng.
Feeling the other's killing intent increase, Zuo Mo knew that a great battle could not be avoided. He didn't have any thoughts of luck. He didn't know who the other really was, but they were not afraid when they saw the Wu Kong Flag. That definitely wasn't a normal xiuzhe.
The Wu Kong Flag above his head suddenly gave off a blinding light. Countless sword energies of different colors flew out of the body of the flag. They were like fish of different colors that swam around Zuo Mo.
When the hearts of the people dispersed, the Black Wind Bandits also dispersed.
But in this vast ocean, there was no place to escape. The shidi that he had brought with him were all production xiuzhe. If he abandoned them, there would only be one outcome.
However, even though he was nervous, there weren't too many stray thoughts in his mind. His mind was abnormally clear. If the other made the slightest movement, he would unhesitatingly attack!
But he didn't make a sound. He was still very wary of Chang Heng. There was no need to hold a grudge against the other for such an unimportant matter. His strength had increased greatly in this period of time. Chang Heng's strength most likely would not be any less than his own.
"Head, this little brother has followed you for ten years. You know my temper. This little brother doesn't want to drag everyone down. This little brother's vengeance, this little brother will take care of it. Head, do not stop me! " Zuo Han's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell. Everyone's expression changed when they heard it. The cowardly Wei Rong's face was ashen.
This was the jie river. If they killed this disciple and escaped to Little Mountain Jie, no matter how powerful Wu Kong Sword Sect was, they wouldn't be able to do anything to them. As long as the brothers under his command were here, no matter where they went, they would have a path of survival.
"Hm, you're very confident in him," Bo Feng said with a surprised smile. Bo Feng's appearance was not impressive, and couldn't be any more normal, but his demeanor and actions had a presence that intimidated people.
[Skyring Moon Chime Formation] … …
It was a pity for this flag … …
Staring at the large flag, Zhang Hao didn't speak. He could naturally see the extraordinariness of this large flag. This disciple was undoubtedly a core disciple of Wu Kong Sword Sect. If he really killed this Wu Kong Sword Sect disciple today, Wu Kong Sword Sect definitely wouldn't let it go.
As to the other zhuji xiuzhe, he didn't think much of them. In reality, he felt that there was no need. With him and Chang Heng here, these thirty six zhuji xiuzhe wouldn't be of any use. The problem that the three of them couldn't solve, adding on the thirty six zhuji wouldn't be able to solve it either. It would only slow them down.
Chang Heng said faintly, "Zuo Mo wins."
Gongsun Cha snorted, "This group definitely is roving bandits. I just don't know which one. Chase? How do we chase? If they run to Little Mountain Jie, the sect won't be able to do anything. "
Zuo Mo stared at the xiuzhe flying closer and closer in the sky. He couldn't help but feel nervous. It was the first time he was facing so many xiuzhe by himself. The other side clearly didn't have good intentions.
No matter how strong Wu Kong Flag was, if such a large group of people couldn't kill one zhuji, they could go back and drink milk.
The unquestionable tone in the words caused everyone's hearts to shake.
"What should we do … … what should we do … …" Chun Yu Cheng didn't know what to do.
Hearing this, everyone else nodded.
He hadn't thought he would really encounter a disciple of Wu Kong Sword Sect.
But if he left Zuo Han alone to seek revenge, what would the other brothers think? Zuo Han was an elder of the Black Wind Bandits. He had followed him for ten years, and had made countless contributions. If he was so cold, the other brothers would be completely disappointed.
He felt the blood in his body boil, the desire for battle rising in his chest.
Zuo Mo looked at the xiuzhe coming closer and closer into the sky. His hands quickly formed all kinds of spells.
The xiuzhe in the sky stopped moving, facing each other from a distance.
The other xiuzhe looked in awe at the three people, and unconsciously maintained their distance.
"Ha ha, now there's something to see. Who do you think has a chance of winning? "the yellow-faced man said with a smile.
Ge will break your teeth and blood!
Zhang Hao continued to add oil to the fire, full of motivation, "A secret realm! Brothers! If we catch those three, we'll be rich! With jingshi, can't we go anywhere? We're all men no matter where we go! "
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The disciples of Wu Kong Sword Sect gathered together, all of their faces ashen. The only one that was relatively calm was Gongsun Cha. Even Chun Yu Cheng's face was slightly pale.
Beside him stood a black-robed xiuzhe, his figure as thin as firewood, his eyes dark. It was Gui Feng who had appeared at the Sword Test Conference. On the other side was Chang Heng, his expression indifferent, his hair standing up like wire, his collarbone bracelet.
"What are the origins of this group of people? They dare to attack our Wu Kong Sword Sect! Aren't they afraid that our sect will pursue them? "Chun Yu Cheng's voice was trembling.
Gongsun Cha shrugged, and spread his white palm. "It's up to Zuo Shixiong."
One against seventy, he knew the chances of victory were very small.
Zhang Hao's tone eased slightly. "Where is this? This is the jie river! If we cross the jie river, we'll be in Little Mountain Jie! No matter how strong Wu Kong Sword Sect is? Can they run to Little Mountain Jie and behave atrociously? Hee hee, with our group of people, if we go anywhere, can they find us? "
Once the Wu Kong Flag appeared, the sword essence surged. It was like an invisible hand stirring a calm pond of spring water. The air in the surroundings was icy cold, the undercurrents moving.
What he cultivated was [Little Ghost Sword], an extremely obscure sword scripture. Even though his talent was good, but the [Little Ghost Sword] was incomplete to begin with. It was extremely difficult to advance. Just at this time, Bo Feng took out a scripture to recruit him. [Nine Ghost Nail Curse], this scripture that he had never heard of before, caused him to unhesitatingly choose to join.
"What do you think?" Bo Feng turned his face to ask Chang Heng.
He didn't even think about whether he would lose or not. After such a long time, the other only came out, and it was a zhuji xiuzhe.
Zhang Hao looked around. Many people had expressions of shame on their faces. Yes, no matter how strong Wu Kong Sword Sect was, if they had to make a detour when they encountered one of the other's disciples, it would be too embarrassing if it got out!
The Wu Kong Flag was the token of the sect. It had been forged by multiple jindan elders, and sealed inside were the sword energies of all kinds of jindan experts. Limited by his cultivation, he could not express the full power of the Wu Kong Flag. But the sword energies of a jindan expert were still extremely dangerous and terrifying to ningmai xiuzhe.
He knew that the Wu Kong Flag was extraordinary, but he didn't dare to take it. Sect talismans like this would definitely have a unique mark on it. Holding it was equivalent to telling other people where they were. Wu Kong Sword Sect only needed one jindan elder to move, and that was enough to kill all of them.
Gui Feng's eyes were a dark green. His cultivation clearly was much deeper than before. His voice was hoarse, "He does not have ningmai." The meaning of his words did not need to be said. He still didn't have a clue about the origins of the yellow-faced man. He was unusually mysterious. He only knew that the yellow-faced man called himself Bo Feng.
On the black and refined metal pole was a large flag that was as black as ink. The two red characters "Wu Kong" were drawn like swords, almost struggling to fly out of the flag!
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