What frightened the foundation builders of this fog sect was.

These three wind blades and two fireballs were so staggered that they blocked all the directions he could dodge.

Faced with this situation, he could only encourage the spiritual power in his body to fight hard.

I saw him turn over and take out a long sword, and slash at the three wind blades casually.

But at this moment, several green vines suddenly sprang out of the ground under his feet.

Directly wrapped his calf around and pulled it down!

The Tsukiji monk was already a little unable to react because of his serious injuries.

didn't dodge this green vine for a while, and then he was caught off guard and instantly lost his balance by this green vine.

At this moment, a terrifying whistling sound sounded from the other direction of the dense forest.

Shot at him.

Iron sword again!

There was no time to guess whether this iron sword was a terrible magic weapon or an ordinary iron weapon.

At the last minute.

The Tsukiji monk let out a low roar and pinched the trick with one hand.

I saw a blue aura shield instantly appear in front of him.

And he himself slashed at the three wind blades and the two fireballs with a few swords again, no longer paying attention to the iron sword.

Clearly, it has a lot of trust in the blue shield's defenses.

Even the terrifying magic weapon attack just now.

The shield is also completely able to block it.

It's just that what makes him a little angry and vomits blood.

The Wind Blade and the Fireball were dealt with almost easily.

And the same is true of the iron sword.

It slammed into the little blue shield without even causing any damage.

It was easy to be blown away again.

This scene made the monk confirm that it was just an ordinary iron tool, not a magic weapon.

This is completely consuming and wasting his spiritual power!

"Junior! Are all the patrol divisions such gutless rats? ”

"Cunning and obscene!"

"There's a kind of newspaper name! Go head-to-head with Grandpa!! ”

At the same time, the man's gaze also looked at a large tree in the northeast.

Although Wang Mu did not show his figure, his divine sense of the foundation cultivator could easily determine the direction of the other party.

It's just that the other party's hand can control the iron sword to attack him in the opposite direction, but he can't understand it.

Naturally, he didn't know that Wang Mu had such a rare technique as the Spirit Control Technique.

Similarly, this simple agitation method could not make Wang Mu shake in the slightest at all.

He stood on the trunk of a large tree a few feet away from the foundation monk, staring coldly at the other party, without the slightest idea of confronting each other.

Now that the other party is burdened, he is not his opponent at all.

All he has to do is kite the other party, consume its life force, and wait for its death.

As for hand-to-hand combat, Wang Mu never thought about it.

After all, the other party is a foundation building monk.

In case there are any strong hole cards left.

If he fights back when he is dying, then he will lose a lot.

The previous calculations and preparations were made in order to cope with the present moment.

As long as he controls the other party in this dense forest, he doesn't let him fly away.

Then today's head of the foundation building monk, he will decide.

The Fog Sect monk obviously understood Wang Mu's plan as well.

But he was helpless against Wang Mu's methods.

Because Wang Mu not only mastered the two long-range attack methods of Xunfeng Slash and Fireball Technique.

and the elusive Qingyun Sword is even more difficult to parry.

What's even more odious is that Wang Mu also keeps using an iron sword that is exactly the same as Qingyun Sword to confuse the public.

This kind of virtual and real attack method made him have to be extremely wary of every attack by Wang Mu.

But it turns out that most of the attacks are just the other party luring him to make a move.

That's it.

It took half an hour in this forest.

The foundation building monk didn't go a mile away.

And Wang Mu continued to harass the sneak attack mixed with the Qingyun Sword.

As a result, the injuries on the body of this foundation building monk became more and more serious.

Finally.

The Fog Cult's Foundation Monk landed abruptly after an attack.

He fell headlong on the rotten fallen leaves all over the ground and lost his breath.

Just, the next moment.

It was not Wang Mu himself who appeared not far away.

It's three fireballs the size of a human head!

I saw three blazing fireballs fall violently from the trunk of the tree in the height.

Shoot at the monk's body.

With a "poof", the body of the foundation building monk was instantly enveloped.

But this scene fell in Wang Mu's eyes, but it did not make him fluctuate in the slightest.

I saw Wang Mu holding the war knife given by Xuan Donglai.

Slash at the corpse twice.

Two cyan wind blades instantly roared out of the blade.

At the same time, Wang Mu pinched the trick with one hand, and the Qingyun Sword instantly hung on his shoulder.

With one of his fingers, he whimpered as he pierced the air, and the lightning shot at the corpse.

At the last moment, when the Qingyun Sword was about to pierce the corpse.

The corpse of the Fog Sect disciple, who had been lying on the ground silently, suddenly trembled violently.

Suddenly bounced off the ground.

He cursed and continued to flee into the distance.

The fireball technique released by Wang Mu was as if it hadn't hurt him in the slightest.

It's just that the clothes on his body are torn a lot.

Seeing this scene, Wang Mu sneered and followed again.

At the same time, I also had a new understanding of the vitality of this foundation-building monk.

Not only is the amount of spiritual power dozens of times that of Qi refining.

The same is true of vitality.

And it can also fly in the air.

If it weren't for his good calculations earlier, his dantian would have been seriously injured.

This hunt will never happen today.

After all, as long as the other party flies into the sky in an instant, he has no choice.

While taking out the spirit pill and swallowing it in his mouth, Wang Mu repeated the old trick again.

Several wind blades were slashed out behind the Tsukiji monk.

After chasing the distance of several miles, the monk finally failed.

Unable to maintain its ability to escape, it could only fall to the ground and start running wildly.

But because of the injury in the abdomen, when he ran wildly, he would affect the wound, how could there be a fast speed of Wang Mu who used his body technique?

After being attacked by Wang Mu a few more times, the foundation building monk was unwilling to look up to the sky and let out a sad cry and fell under an ancient tree.

And even so, Wang Mu did not appear.

It was still the same method, only this time, the foundation building monk was no longer able to react with resistance.

was directly pierced through the head by the Qingyun Sword.

Only then did Wang Mu appear and cut off his head with a knife.

After stabbing the dantian a few more times and completely confirming his death, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recover.

When the Hui Ling Pill in his body was completely digested, and the spiritual energy had recovered about thirty percent, he got up and groped around the body of the foundation building monk.

Soon a golden palm-sized pocket was found from his waist.

And even if this pocket was cut by the fire knife, it was still unharmed.

"It's really a storage bag!"

Wang Mu was overjoyed and injected spiritual power.

But I found that I couldn't open the storage bag.

It was as if there was some kind of seal on it.

Shaking his head with a little regret, he took this place into his arms again, and after Wang Mu fumbled around the body of the foundation building monk for a while, he made sure that there was nothing, so he dug a big pit and buried his body.

At the same time, a fire burned all the dead leaves in the same place, completely destroying the place.

Although he knew that this would not be of much use, Wang Mu decided to develop such a habit.

After doing all this, he rested for a while to make sure that his spiritual power was full, and then Wang Mu turned around and rushed in the direction of Gushan Village.

By the time he returned to the village, the battle was over.

When the people of the Qingshan City patrol team saw Wang Mu coming back, they all surrounded him in surprise.

Wu Zhen, who was the leader, was scolded as soon as he met.

Reprimanded Wang Mu for not going up to chase after him.

Then I asked about the monk who built the foundation.

"I ran away, but I didn't catch up." Wang Mu smiled innocently.

Wu Zhen glared at him: "You dare to catch up?" If you catch up, you'll die! I don't know what you think. ”

"Okay, since it's okay, let's rest here, and when we finish cleaning the battlefield, we can go back to our lives."

Wang Mu nodded, not caring about Wu Zhen's tone of reprimand just now.

After all, the other party is also for their own good.

Seeing this, the other team members smiled at Wang Mu, and the square-faced man stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Although it is a little reckless, but the courage is commendable, boy!" ”

Wang Mu just smiled and didn't say much.