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Elder Guo said in a deep voice: "Let's do it! Don't leak the news, this Wuchen has eaten dragon medicine, I have a lot of use, I want a whole corpse!"

"Yes!"

The night was dark and dreary, and a heavy rain poured down.

Wuchen put the letter on the bedside, came to the outside of the tent, glanced at the tent of Bai Jianli and Niu Mengmeng, and turned into the jungle.

Although during the day, with the help of Aolan Boshuang, he escaped.

But Wuchen knew that the people of the Flying Dragon Martial Academy would definitely not give up, and being with the people of the Dao Divine Palace would only affect them.

In the Daoshen Palace, in a tent, a black shadow touched Wuchen's bed: "It's still a little warm, he must have just run away, chase!"

The rain was pouring and the ancient trees were deep.

Although when he came to Mangcang Mountain before, Wuchen also paid a little attention to the terrain of Mangcang Mountain. But on such a rainy night, it is still a little difficult to identify the direction.

The dust swept between the ancient trees for a while, and he was already soaking wet.

Standing on the branch of a giant tree, Wuchen wiped his face, but saw that the mountains in front of him were endless, and there were many giant trees and ancient trees.

"Find a place to rest for the night before leaving?" Wuchen thought for a moment, but hurriedly shook his head.

What if the people of the Flying Dragon Martial Academy couldn't hold back their actions tonight, and found themselves running away and chasing after them?

At this moment, Wuchen suddenly felt a wind in the back of his head, and hurriedly lowered himself to avoid it.

Sincere!

An arrow the thickness of a thumb was shooting at the ancient tree at the height of Wu Chen's head, and his tail trembled violently.

Whoosh!

Several more cold winds sounded.

"The Boss has found out, he's here!" said an indifferent voice.

said that Cao Cao Cao was there, Wuchen didn't look back, kicked his toes, turned into a swift in the dark, and swept forward.

Wuchen swept sharply while listening carefully, and through the sound behind him, there were about four people chasing him.

And judging from the sound of the other party's landing and breathing, everyone's skills should be above the Wild Martial Arts.

Especially the person with the softest falling voice among the four should be around the Wild Martial Nine, or even the terrifying Hou Wu master.

If it is really a master of Hou Wu, the other party almost does not have to do anything, as long as he releases the martial arts, he will suppress himself.

Thinking of this, Wuchen's heart sank.

Although Wuchen's cultivation was weaker than that of the people chasing behind, he was already in front of him and had a distance advantage.

In the darkness, the black dust was again between the ancient trees, making zigzags, moving left and right.

In this way, although the cultivation of the four people in the back is high, the speed is also much faster than that of Wuchen.

Because of the obstruction of the ancient wood and the erratic escape route of the black dust, the four people behind couldn't catch up for a while.

But as time went on, the four people in the back gradually adapted to this way of running.

The cultivation of black dust is low, and the shortcomings of slow speed begin to appear.

Especially the person with the highest cultivation among the four, every rise and fall is forty or fifty zhang, nearly twice as fast as Wuchen's twenty zhang.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides is getting smaller and smaller, it has narrowed to less than a hundred zhang distance, as long as Wuchen stops, the strongest person behind him can reach him as long as two ups and downs.

Wuchen frowned as he ran, did he still have to use his blood?

Blood escape can indeed greatly increase his speed, but in this vast barren mountain, what if he loses one-third of his blood volume and escapes from the pursuit of these four people, but encounters a desolate beast in the mountain?

Wuchen shook his head and gave up the idea for the time being.

At this moment, there was a loud rumbling bang!

Looking back, he couldn't help but change his complexion greatly, but when he saw the person who was closest to him behind him, he didn't know when he pulled out a long sword and slashed out an arc-shaped sword qi nearly fifty zhang long.

The sword qi was like a huge death curved blade, and the ancient wood forest where it passed, like straw being harvested, fell to the ground one after another.

The huge sword qi roared in, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Wuchen.

Wuchen didn't have time to think, so he had to raise his stick to greet him.

Just listen to it!

The sword qi slammed into the long stick of the black dust, making a substantial sound.

And there are volcanoes splashing around!

Wuchen only felt a monstrous force swept over.

He was like a leaf, overwhelmed and devoured by this huge force in an instant!

Wuchen's body is like a kite with a broken line, flying backwards.

At the same time, the breath of madness in his mind showed a clear "six".

Just a sword qi from a distance of a hundred zhang could superimpose the breath of madness in Wuchen's mind to the sixth layer!

This strength is really strong.

The martial energy surged, and the blood boiled.

Strength pervades every part of the body.

Landing on the summit of a low peak, Wuchen's feet sank deep into the earth and rocks.

Although the momentum suddenly increased, the whole body was full of strength. But in the face of the black figure that followed closely.

He still had a feeling of being out of breath!

Martial Arts Ninefold!

It was much higher than Feng Tian's Crazy Martial Eightfold Peak.

How can Wuchen be an enemy? Not to mention that there are three people who are crazy and martial arts.

Seeing the black dust fall to the ground, the person who was pursuing the most advanced let out a cold snort, and another sword qi slashed out.

Urging the sword qi to leave the body, strictly speaking, is already the ability of a martial artist in the realm of Hou Wu.

Although the martial artists of the Wild Martial Realm, such as Feng Long before, can also induce sword qi, they need to use secret methods to consume a lot of money.

But the person in front of him, the sword qi is volatilized, like an arm making a finger, and his strength is so high that it makes people smack their tongues.

As soon as this sword qi came out, he only heard a black shadow say: "Boss, no, Elder Guo said that he wanted all the corpses." ”

I don't know if it's okay not to say it, as soon as I said it, the person at the front made up another sword qi with his backhand.

Wuchen touched the cold and unresponsive flying knife in his sleeve, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I don't know why since I used these three flying knives to kill Feng Long and others.

Wuchen's innate sense of control over the flying knife suddenly disappeared.

He had also tried to throw the throwing knife out a few times, and even the head was no different from that of ordinary people.

Wuchen didn't know what he had done wrong, otherwise, as long as he had a flying knife in his hand, let alone the Crazy Martial Nine, even if it was Hou Wu, he would have the confidence to destroy it with one sword!

Seeing that the two sword qi came to the front in the shape of a cross.

Dark Dust prepares to perform Blood Escape again.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the oblique stab, and there was a sucking force in it, which pulled the black dust up horizontally.

Wuchen only felt that his body was light, and the light and shadow flashed, and he had already come to an old man.

The old man has a tall body, a broad face, and the upper body of the **** is engraved with twisted and weird symbols, which looks a little hideous.

"Don't move!"

The palm of the old man's fan slapped on Wuchen's shoulder, and his figure flickered, like a ghost, sweeping towards the direction of the four black shadows in front of him.

Wuchen tried to move his steps, only to feel that his feet were rooted, but he couldn't move a bit, and he didn't sink a little.

(To be continued.) )