Far beyond the martial arts attainments above the grandmaster, coupled with the cooperation of the first-order high-grade robes, Meng Zhou was like a light and fluttering black cloud, completely integrated into the night.

Floating out of the Sitting Forget Hall, there are two figures in the distance.

Although he couldn't see the figures of the two people in front of him clearly because of the distance, from the slight style revealed in the pursuit of the two people, Meng Zhou still had a more accurate judgment in his heart.

The pursuers are fierce and fast, but they are like an iron bullet that keeps shooting and jumping.

However, the escapee in front of him was erratic, even if he paid attention, the other party's figure still had the feeling of skipping frames from time to time, as if his figure disappeared into the night at that moment.

Therefore, the pursuer should be Yan Xiong, and the escapee is Hu Gui, who took the initiative to find trouble.

After following from a distance, Meng Zhou could clearly feel that Hu Gui, who had escaped, was actually fishing, seducing, and luring Yan Xiong away from the Forgotten Pavilion little by little.

This is clearly a set, to let Yan Xiong drill into it.

His intention is not difficult to guess, Meng Zhou believes that Yan Xiong will definitely be able to see it.

But Yan Xiong did not turn back decisively out of safety considerations, but was really fished by the other party and ran so far.

After discovering this strangeness, Meng Zhou, who was already extremely far away from the two, slowed down a little and pulled the distance between him and the two even further.

In the dark night, the naked eye could no longer catch the figures of the two in the distance, and he relied on the aura of the two of them to sweep through the air and lock on.

Suddenly, three dark red flames lit up in the distance.

They quickly combined in one place, and when they exploded, they lit up the figure of Yan Xiong who was in the center of the attack.

I saw that a layer of earthy yellow flowing energy was shrouded around him, and the combined attack of three dark red light flames blasted it to pieces.

But after all, it didn't break, and it took this sudden and sharp blow.

At this moment, a flying sword stabbed at the back of Yan Xiong's waist in the darkness behind Yan Xiong's side.

Yan Xiong seemed to have foreseen this scene, a magic sword appeared in his hand, and with a flick of it, he picked up the flying sword that suddenly flew dozens of meters away.

The two engaged in a fierce battle, and the chaotic mana spread, stirring up the surrounding aura in chaos.

Seeing this opportunity, Meng Zhou quietly approached a distance, and then, he merged with the surrounding darkness and silently watched the battle between the two.

Hu Gui, who practiced qi at the ninth layer, has always taken the initiative, while controlling the flying sword, his body disappears in the darkness from time to time, swimming around Yan Xiong, using spells to cooperate with the flying sword, making Yan Xiong more and more difficult to parry, and falling into the disadvantage little by little.

Even though Yan Xiong was falling into the upper hand little by little, Meng Zhou still applauded the combat effectiveness he displayed.

If it were a normal seventh-level Qi cultivator who was in Yan Xiong's position, he wouldn't be able to survive at this time.

What's more, Yan Xiong seemed to be in danger, as if he could overwhelm him with just a little more strength, but he couldn't overwhelm him.

This state of seeing victory on the horizon and yet delaying it is the most irritating thing.

From Hu Gui's flying sword and the waves of attacks he launched around Yan Xiong, Meng Zhou could clearly feel that the annoyance in his heart was steadily rising as the frequency of attacks increased.

At a certain moment, Hu Gui's figure suddenly stagnated.

The mana suddenly formed a barrier around the body, shielding the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and direct contact with the air.

Meng Zhou's heart moved.

Poison?

Yan Xiong used poison?

He didn't really stand on the stake and be beaten, but used this to distract Hu Gui and let him unknowingly fall into the trap he set?

The so-called long-term illness becomes a good doctor, Yan Xiong, who has made himself a "poisonous person", has long been a grandmaster-level figure in the poison path!

This is also the confidence that he is not afraid of the other party's fishing and takes the initiative to step into the trap.

The moment Hu Gui's flexible body suddenly stagnated, Yan Xiong seemed to have truly awakened and resurrected, taking advantage of the moment when the flying sword lacked control and fell into a temporary stagnation, he was already close to the place around Hu Gui's body in the blink of an eye.

The long sword in his hand was directly inserted into Hu Gui's chest and pierced into his heart.

Hu Gui looked down at the long sword that pierced the heart in his chest, his face full of astonishment.

Obviously, he hasn't come back to his senses at this moment.

Meng Zhou, who was secretly in the dark, also praised Yan Xiong for his courage, resourcefulness, and ingenuity in this battle.

Sure enough, in terms of combat talent alone, none of the martial arts masters are fuel-efficient lamps.

For normal cultivators, one of their biggest taboos in battle is that they must not let a cultivator with the background of a martial arts master get close.

Yan Xiong's headwind turned the tables a little surprised, but he also felt a little relaxed, and was about to retreat quietly.

Suddenly, a humanoid phantom rushed out of Hu Gui's face and slammed into Yan Xiong's face.

"Ah!!h

Yan Xiong, a tough man of steel, suddenly let out a terrible scream, the kind of completely unbearable pain, like suddenly being splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid in his face.

Yan Xiong flew backwards and flew out, screaming miserably while rolling on the ground with his head in his hands, banging his head on the ground from time to time, as if he wanted to knock his head out of a crack and release some of the pain inside.

And when Yan Xiong flew backwards, the long sword he was holding was also pulled out of Hu Gui's heart, and the blood in his heart couldn't stop flowing outward.

But Hu Gui was like a zombie who had completely lost his mind at the moment, ignoring the blood that was pouring out of his heart, his facial features were hideously distorted, and a strong hatred was engraved on his face.

With this strong hatred, he approached Yan Xiong who fell to the ground step by step.

At that moment, a flying sword flew out of the darkness behind him, and in the blink of an eye, it was close at hand.

But Hu Gui didn't know about it.

When the flying sword easily cut off his neck, the mana palm that had been appearing out of thin air quickly lifted his head away, and the moment it was separated from the body, the headless, heart-bleeding corpse still maintained a stubborn posture of moving forward.

Mana approached Hu Gui's head in his hand, and after careful inspection, Meng Zhou found that "Hu Gui", whose facial expression was extremely distorted, was a completely unfamiliar face.

Meng Zhou took a closer look and peeled off a thin layer of soft film from his face, which showed the familiar face of Hu Gui.

Meng Zhou suddenly guessed in his heart that Hu Gui's disguised identity should have a great grudge with Yan Xiong.

But Yan Xiong didn't know Hu Gui, the owner of the Sitting Forget Hall.

Thinking like this, Mana flew over with a flying sword that had fallen into the distance due to no one being able to control it.

Immediately after, a mana hand followed with a storage bag that had been touched on the corpse.

The mana hand was dispatched, and in the moment of thought, all the loot obtained from this leakage went into his storage bag.

As for this battle, Yan Xiong also made a lot of contributions, and he deserves to share it......

Meng Zhou said that whether it was to help him save his life or to understand the old grudge, his gain was the greatest.

The physical objects I harvested are the least worth mentioning.

At this moment, Yan Xiong no longer rolled, nor screamed, and lay there motionless, as if dead.

Meng Zhou stood still fifty or sixty meters away from him, and shouted from a distance: "Hey, are you dead?"

Squeak if you're not dead. If you die, I'll help you and dig a pit on the spot and bury you. ”