Chapter Eighty-Three: The Turtle in the Urn

“…… In short, you two should be more careful along the way! ”

In the end, a young girl in a silk dress got up from behind the bamboo curtain, lifted the bamboo curtain and stood in front of them, as if there was no need to hide anything.

But seeing her splendid fragrant clothes and hundreds of rivers on her chest, her dress covering her white jade fragrant legs, her blue-faced shoes wrapped in jade-colored crystal feet, her high bun and cloud sideburns, her figure and posture are elegant and graceful, and her appearance is thrilling.

The two of them still couldn't fully see her cultivation, and they could probably feel that there was a strong fluctuation of soul power on her body, and she should be a Taoist master with good strength.

Jian Chen didn't know how long he had been watching, but he came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Then our brother will leave, thank you for your concern." ”

Mrs. Ma disagreed, and said, "Who cares about the two of you, I just see that you are talented, and I don't want to see you die here like this." ”

"Madame Gaoyi!"

The two sides faced each other like this and said a few words, of course, the two did not know that a catastrophe was coming, and they turned around and were about to leave.

At this time, several familiar shouts outside came into the ear drums of the two of them at this moment.

Since Elder Yang had sent accurate news about the Red Dust Gang's camping to the Tomahawk Mercenary Group, the other party had already gathered people overnight and rushed over to their location.

At this time, he rushed to the corner of the plain where Mrs. Ma was camped, and since he was prepared, the guards set up by Mrs. Ma on the periphery were naturally taken by means of destruction and decay, and went straight to the core area of the camp.

The patrolling guards, seeing that there was an attacker, showed their spiritual weapons and rushed forward, fighting fiercely with them, and the movement of the fierce battle spread out, attracting the attention of everyone in the camp.

After nearly two hours of cultivation, Qiu Yue, who had been healed from the injuries on her body, including the scars on her face, soon came to Mrs. Ma's camp to report.

"Madam, it's not good, the people of the Tomahawk Mercenary Regiment got my position from somewhere, and they have already led people to kill me!"

"What's going on? How many of them came and dared to break into our camp? Mrs. Ma frowned and asked urgently.

Jian Chen's mind turned sharply, he was nosy once, and said: "Someone must have betrayed you, before they surround you, escape as soon as possible!" ”

"When I came, I had already observed the terrain here, and it was accessible in all directions, so there was still a chance to leave immediately."

The other party could see that he was not a heinous person, so Chen Jian naturally gave them peach reciprocation and pointed out a clear way for them.

But seeing that they hesitated for a while, and did not wait for them to think for too long, he said, "If Madame does not leave, our brother will leave first." ”

The two exchanged glances, and did not stay any longer, turned around and rushed out of the camp tent, when Jian Chen came, he did pay attention to the terrain here and the retreat of all parties, but as the Tomahawk mercenary group of the head snake, after learning the location of Mrs. Ma, how could he not think of these situations.

As they rushed out of the tent and ran wildly towards the position where they thought they could escape, a thin man with long hair and dirty hair and a short sword suddenly rushed out of the forest.

He held a short sword with a length of only a foot in his left and right hands, and he was born out of nowhere, Chen Jian hurriedly used his spiritual power to block, but he saw that the other party's move could not leave his vital point, and he was extremely ruthless.

In an instant, Jian Chen had exchanged more than ten moves with the other party, and was shocked by the secret attack sword so that a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he flew back upside down.

Yan Hou also reacted quickly, and instantly changed his shadow around Chen Jian's side and surroundings like a ghost, and launched an amazing attack like a great river of the Yangtze River against the comer who revealed his true body, not teaching the other party the slightest chance to kill Chen Jian.

At least the four products of Zifu!

At this time, Jian Chen had already seen the cultivation of the other party, and those who could confront Yan Hou head-on and not fall into disadvantage were at least the cultivation of the four grades of the Purple Mansion.

But he was not alone, since he jumped out, there was already a sound in the mountains and forests, but in an instant, I saw a dozen or twenty people, looking at their location, and jumped out one after another, blocking their way.

It was when Jian Chen felt that he was in a dilemma, and the attacker, who was still unknown, let out an earth-shattering roar.

He forcibly urged the spiritual power surging in his body to use an overwhelming sword net, oppressing Yan Hou out of the battlefield and falling back to Jian Chen's side.

"It's really bad now!"

At this time, after Mrs. Ma walked out of the camp, she learned that the parties in front had been defeated, and the other party was obviously suspected of coming out, knowing that the front could no longer fight, and wanted to listen to Chen Jian's words, so she withdrew back, and ran into the rear to intercept Chen Jian's manpower.

Both sides did not say a word, as if enemies saw each other, their eyes were red, and they quickly unfolded.

"Solve that Purple Mansion Realm first, this kid's spiritual power is very strange! The one who opened the pulse realm, he couldn't fly away if he was released! "The long-haired man who took the lead felt a strong sense of crisis after fighting with Yan Hou for more than ten rounds.

Jian Chen once again felt the weakness of his strength, and after stuffing a spirit pill into his mouth, he activated it again, but he could only look for those Purple Mansion First Grade, or even lower interceptors to make a move.

"Let go of that kid and let me come!" Those with sharp eyes didn't want to be tyrannical to Yanhou, so they found Jian Chen, who rushed forward like dead or alive, as soon as possible.

"Fart, this kid is obviously the first thing Lao Tzu saw!" In the other direction, there were also people who roared loudly, all of them treating Jian Chen as fish on the chopping board.

Jian Chen's face was solemn, like a tiger out of a cage, he rushed out, and he couldn't see any expression on his face.

The two of them rushed forward together, waved the blades in their hands, and came to Jian Chen.

The knife fell in his hand, and the spiritual power in his body exploded and flew away, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to rattle.

But in vain.

The two of them saw Chen Jian shouting angrily, and his body was suddenly crawling with ghost-like Dao patterns, and they felt that the whole person was shocked by a domineering momentum and couldn't move.

The seemingly overwhelming sword momentum was shattered by Jian Chen's punch in just a short moment, the spirit weapon was taken off, and the whole person flew out upside down.

"Roar!"

Chen Jian turned around and landed, like a fierce tiger standing up, roaring in the direction where the two fell to the ground.

aroused the attention of everyone on the battlefield, and in an instant, he was beaten by the enemy Zifu Erpin and other enemies.

"Two geniuses who fight against the three grades, none of them can be let go, quickly, kill them to prevent future troubles!"

The two who seem to be like ants, but in fact, their talents are completely beyond everyone's imagination, but they also make them completely determined to kill.

Not to mention, Mrs. Ma's strength is as unpredictable as the mystery that is revealed everywhere in her.

Met three or four monks of the fourth or fifth grade of the Purple Mansion, their hands pinched together, and there seemed to be a lotus flower jumping out of their hands, and a "Qinglian Sword Array" was coquettish.

From her as the center, the Qingling Dao pattern suddenly appeared, and expanded in an instant.

Then, thousands of sword shadows rushed forward like flowing water, piercing the void, and with a sonorous sound, they slapped fiercely on the leaping enemy.

Everyone's faces changed, obviously feeling the deadly killing opportunity in the sword array, and they were about to join forces to block it.

But at this moment, a thunderbird formed by the condensation of thunder and lightning rushed in front of them, shaking several people away, and at the same time, they resisted the attack of the thousands of sword formations.

The void exploded with a maddening sound like claws clawing at steel, driving the surrounding air and shaking like an explosion.

Mrs. Ma's figure was in the impact, only jumped back, took two steps back, and landed behind the battlefield, her eyes showed a cold light, and she only glanced into the mountains and forests.

A shrill laugh followed.

"Hey!"

"I didn't expect that there were two such handsome young men hidden in Madame's camp, it seems that the head of the Yan gang leader has already been green."

On the side of the Tomahawk mercenary group, the last one to jump out of the forest, a bald and obscene old man, with a full face, stared at Mrs. Ma's chest tightly.