Not long after Fang Yun left, a large group of pursuers lit torches and chased here, first frightened by the corpses on the ground. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But soon, he found clues such as the spirit stones left on the ground, especially the small pile that Fang Yun piled up under the tree, and they all went crazy one by one.

"Wow! Spirit Stone!" someone shouted and pounced, which quickly sparked a scramble.

"That's mine, mine!" someone refused, and the scramble escalated into a fight, and then into a large-scale brawl.

Most of these people are miscellaneous servants, their status is low on weekdays, they are oppressed a lot, and they have long held their breath in their hearts, and then they suddenly saw the opportunity to change their fate, even if they grab an extra spirit stone and grab an extra piece of fine iron, it is possible to make their lives more comfortable, everyone thinks so, and the instinctive counterattack of the people who block them, so this brawl intensifies.

Soon, after moving the weapon and seeing the blood, some crazy people thought to themselves, anyway, killing Fang Yun is also robbing, and killing these people at the scene is also robbery, so three or five friends huddled together, and the miscellaneous servants joined forces to fight against the outer disciples who were small in number, because they were better equipped and attracted more hatred.

As an outer disciple was killed, the waist bag was scrambled a few times, the waist bag was broken, and a small handful of spirit stones and refined iron were scattered, flashing with an alluring light under the reflection of the torch.

Someone shouted: "The miscellaneous servants unite and kill all these outer disciples!

"Stinky miscellaneous servant, what are you shouting, are you looking for death?" immediately a disciple from the outer sect scolded back.

"Kill, kill them!" the miscellaneous servants roared together.

The remaining forty or so outer disciples suddenly changed color, and in order to protect themselves, they automatically united, so the confrontation between the two sides evolved into a fight between the outer disciples and the miscellaneous servants......

In the vast night, the north wind blew in the goose feather snow, in the deserted jungle of the Sword Gate, accompanied by the fluctuating light and dark of the torches, and under the flying of the spirit sword, hundreds of disciples carried out an absurd but inevitable battle.

The Sword Casting Sect pursues the concept of survival of the strong, such as a behemoth standing here, there are thousands of disciples, and only the top can be valued by the sect.

The rest of the floors are only fought for survival!

......

The two brothers, Song Cheng and Song Shan, turned pale and hid under a big tree, their legs trembling with fright from the scene in front of them.

Jiang Zhicheng had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, standing in front of them, several corpses had fallen beside him, and suddenly an outer disciple broke out of the encirclement and ran towards this side with blood on his face.

Jiang Zhicheng waved his hand casually, a black light flashed, and the head of the outer disciple flew high, the blood in his neck spurted like a fountain, and he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

The hot blood splashed Jiang Zhicheng's face, he grinned, stretched out his tongue and licked the blood, tasted it, and looked very enjoyable.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you untie your waist bag?" squinted at Song Cheng and the others.

The two brothers were so frightened that they hurriedly ran over and untied the deceased's waist and ran back to present it with both hands.

"You two take it, I still have to do this hard work?" Jiang Zhicheng said lightly.

Song Cheng and Song Shan chicks nodded like pecking rice, they each carried three or four waist bags, and they were extremely afraid of this senior brother who would kill if they didn't agree, for fear that if they accidentally provoked him, their lives would be gone.

Song Cheng glanced at the place where he was fighting not far away, and saw that half of the dead and wounded had been killed, the fighting was still fierce, and the thick blood gas filled the night sky, smelling a fishy smell.

"Senior brother, pick up ...... What should we do next? Let's not go to find Fang Yun anymore?" After waiting for a while, seeing that Jiang Zhicheng was still watching with his hands behind his back, Song Cheng asked boldly.

"Where to find?" Jiang Zhicheng glanced at him.

"There is a ...... on the ground There are three footprints, as well as spirit stones and refined iron, Fang Yun must be ...... It must have escaped from these three paths. Song Cheng stammered.

"Oh, there are footprints and spirit stones and refined iron, then Fang Yun must have escaped from these three roads, you have a good brain!" Jiang Zhicheng glanced at him lightly.

Even if Song Cheng didn't have a brain, he could hear the banter in the other party's words, and couldn't help but laugh a little, and hesitated: "Senior brother, you mean...... Shall we not chase it?"

"When did I say I wouldn't chase it?" Jiang Zhicheng glared at him coldly, his pupils were flushed with blood, making him shiver all over, "yes" twice, and he didn't dare to speak anymore.

Jiang Zhicheng put his hands behind his back, turned around in place a few times, and said to himself as he turned: "There are fifteen corpses on the ground, five disciples of the outer sect, and ten miscellaneous servants, one of which is Li Yu, a tyrant in the outer gate city, six people were killed by small objects through the skull, three people died of fireball magic, five people had their skulls shattered and were hit to death by blunt objects, and Li Yu died of being pierced in the back of the heart. ”

"Look at the traces of the fight on the ground, gathered in a fan facing the center, and then scattered and fled, being chased and killed by the people in the center, who is so powerful, killing fifteen with one?" Speaking of this, his eyes glanced at Song Cheng and the others, and the two of them shivered and shook their heads again and again.

Jiang Zhicheng's gaze swept to the three extended traces and the place where a group of people were fighting under the big tree, and said unhurriedly: "The three footprints are sprinkled with spirit stones, fine iron and other things, obviously to set up a suspicious array and lead the pursuers forward; ”

"Hehehe, good skills, good strategy, good courage!" the corners of his mouth hooked, and he laughed, "Fang Yun, is this person you? ”

Song Cheng and Song Shan both felt a chill down their backs, and they both looked at each other, and said in their hearts: "No, no, how can that dumb man be so powerful? There must be a master who rescued him, and all this was done by that master." ”

Then he thought: "Senior brother can see through all this, isn't senior brother more powerful than that master?" looked at Jiang Zhicheng's eyes with even more awe.

Jiang Zhicheng glanced at those scuffling disciples and sighed: "Originally, I wanted to be cautious, waiting for these fools to come up with a result, so that we can follow behind to find Fang Yun." Now it seems that we should go by ourselves!"

"Go by yourself, senior brother, do you know how to find a party...... That dumb?" Song Shan couldn't help but blurt out.

The corners of Jiang Zhicheng's mouth hooked up a sinister smile, and suddenly raised his hand, and a dark sword shadow flew into the air, dripping and turning, a yin wind swept by, and a blood shadow fluttered from the headless corpse that fell to the ground, vaguely in the shape of a person, with two scarlet eyes, and like a little ghost.

Immediately, he bit the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the blood shadow, and stretched out his hand to point around: "Take a closer look, the guy who killed fifteen people here before was contaminated with blood, where did he go later?"

The little imp of the blood shadow spun around, sniffed in the east and looked in the west, and suddenly as if he had made a discovery, he floated to the branch of the tree, and shouted in one direction.

"You mean, the man escaped from the branch?"

The Blood Shadow imp nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Zhicheng looked in that direction and grinned: "I see, this Fang Yun actually fled from the branch to the Demon Brake Valley, no wonder there is no trace on the ground." ”

"Escape from the branches, can that Fang Yun fly?" Song Cheng swallowed, feeling incredulous.

"What's so strange about flying?" Jiang Zhicheng flipped his hand, took out a piece of rune paper and slapped it on his leg, and suddenly a flash of inspiration, as soon as he raised his leg, his figure flew up to the branch of the tree, and he threw the two rune papers in front of Song Cheng and the others, and said: "This is the speed order talisman used by the outer disciples, hurry up and use it, follow me to chase that Fang Yun." ”

The two of them were overjoyed, but they didn't expect that the senior brother had no last resort, no matter how cunning Fang Yun was, he was pinched to death by the senior brother, so he hurriedly used the swift order charm, and jumped on the branch of the tree in a fluttering manner.

Then, under the guidance of the Blood Shadow Imp, the three of them chased in the direction of the Demon Temple Valley.

Not long after the three of them left, a figure flashed in mid-air, and the mysterious middle-aged man stepped on a flying sword and appeared, glanced at the shadowy figure of the three in the distance, flipped it in his hand, and suddenly a firewood knife appeared.

If Fang Yun was here, he would definitely recognize that it was the firewood knife that he was forced to throw under the cliff when he killed Li Datou four years ago.

I saw that the middle-aged man glanced at the firewood knife and whispered: "Fang Yun, I haven't seen you for four years, and you have become so powerful." Hehe, interesting, interesting!" flashed greed in his eyes.

The figure flew out, following Jiang Zhicheng and the three of them, tracking them away from afar.