The cold moonlight illuminates the waterfall, and the water vapor overflows like frost. On the upper right side of the waterfall, there is a steep winding path that goes straight into the dark pine forest.
The entire Baishui Cliff progresses in a staircase shape, surrounded by steep mountains and forests. Without route guidance, the difficulty of walking from here to the peak is no less than rock climbing.
This is also the reason why Master Zheng did not choose to attack from Baishui Cliff.
The winding path is no more than the width of two people walking together. It slopes upward on the outside of the mountain. The foot is nearly a hundred meters high. If you fall, you will only be shattered into pieces.
A thick pine forest is rooted on the cliff. Among the lush branches, two people are squatting on the trunk, like owls scanning the forest below.
"Going up the mountain on the pine forest trail at night is asking for death." The bearded man on the right complained in a low voice and swatted the mosquitoes from his face. "I stayed there until dawn every day, but I didn't get much money."
"Don't yell at me. If you have the guts, go find Elder Qin." The thin man on the left scratched his crotch, his eyes suddenly condensed, "Look, is there someone coming up?"
The bearded man looked sideways down the mountain and saw the man on the white-frosted path wearing a black uniform and carrying a black gold sword at his waist.
He held the handle of the knife with his left hand and ran towards the mountain quickly.
"No, it's the one named Lu Chen. Go and report it to Elder Qin!" The thin man's expression changed drastically, and when he turned around, the bearded man was nowhere to be seen.
He quickly looked under the tree, but all he saw was a deep cliff. A strong wind suddenly came from above, followed by the sound of branches breaking.
The thin man's vision suddenly spun, and his thrown head rolled down the cliff.
Song Yu grabbed the tree trunk, glanced at Li Baishan who was also dealing with the two people on the other side, clasped his hands and put them in his mouth, imitating a low bird call.
Lu Chen nodded in that direction, speeding up a lot again, dragging out afterimages under the moonlight.
In the dense forest ahead, Song Yu and others shuttled through the shadows of the trees, constantly eliminating the ambushed secret sentries, and the team headed straight to the top of the mountain at an extremely fast speed.
According to Master Zheng's plan, three hours after the signal is sent, no matter whether they have penetrated the top of the mountain or not, a fierce attack will be launched from the front.
If they want to rush to the top of the mountain within three hours, they must rush up the mountain and disrupt the Yushan Sword Sect as quickly as possible.
In the dark dense forest, there were constant sounds of cracking bones and muffled groans. Song Yu and others were jumping up and down, constantly clearing the obstacles ahead for Lu Shen.
The team seemed to turn into a sharp knife, speeding towards the heart of the Yushan Sword Sect.
Just as he was about to reach the mountainside, a clear bird song suddenly sounded in the night sky, and Lu Chen immediately stopped.
Song Yu fell from the pine forest next to him with a serious look on his face, "Boss, there is a camp blocking the way ahead. That group of people is not simple."
She spread out the map and pointed to the distance ahead, "The disciples of the Yushan Sword Sect have set up camp here. I asked Wang Tu to find out the news."
There was a rustling sound in the dense forest, and Wang Tu flew down in front of him without making any sound.
"Trouble, in front of us are the three elders of the Yushan Sword Sect. They are all at the ninth level of the Bloodline Realm. They have more than seventy disciples wearing strong weapons and special military formations."
"Tell me more about it." Lu Chen looked at the map, his expression not changing much.
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Baishui Cliff, the heart of the mountain.
This is a slightly flat land, with gray-black tents fluttering in the wind, a bonfire burning in the center of the camp, and patrolling team members next to it.
From the tent of the camp to the fence at the entrance, there are all people wearing armor and carrying swords at their waists. Everyone's cultivation level is at least the seventh level of blood accumulation.
There was the sound of musical instruments in the warm tent, and on the thick silk carpet, dancing girls in cool clothes danced, showing off their graceful dance moves.
Sitting on the chair was a man wearing armor and a large cloak. He picked up the wine glass and said, "It's very cold at night. Please take a sip of old wine to warm your body."
At the bottom of the table were three people also wearing armor. The younger man among them did not raise his glass, "Elder Qin, two elders, may I ask what our responsibilities here are?"
Speaking of this, he felt a little displeased. In his opinion, the three elders of the Yushan Sword Sect in front of him were just idiots.
He knew clearly that someone was going to attack Baishuiya tonight, but he was still drinking and having fun here. He didn't know how he died by then.
"I don't see it. Manager Zhao is not very courageous." Elder Qin finished his glass of wine. "As long as Shen dares to go up the mountain tonight, I will make sure he never comes back!"
He placed the wine glass on the table, his eyes full of murderous intent, and scales flashed under his skin, "The four of us are at the ninth level of bloodline, and we are fused with special weirdness.
"You should all be able to feel that at the ninth level of ordinary bloodline realm, we can kill them as easily as crushing insects."
"That Lu Chen is not a vegetarian. He even killed Zhao Qianhe." Manager Zhao snorted coldly.
"I'm not that good-for-nothing Zhao Qianhe." Elder Qin leaned on the back of his chair and glanced sideways at Manager Zhao, "No matter how strong Lu Shen is, can he be better than a few of us joining forces?
"Even if he still has helpers, the disciples outside are not vegetarians. They have all gone through strange fusions and greatly improved their strength.
"And there is also a military formation passed down by Mr. Cha. When the time comes, the four of us will lead the formation. Even if we take twenty or thirty people up the mountain, we will not be able to defeat the enemy together."
Manager Zhao fell into silence as he thought about Master Cha's formation. The formation could harmonize everyone's aura and make their entire camp become a whole.
The strength of the teams united through the military formation is not simply added, but multiplied. By then, let alone the bloodline realm, even the Taoist realm can fight.
"Manager Zhao, just put your heart into your belly and enjoy your wine and listen to music with peace of mind." Brother Qin filled the wine glass, stood up, and drank all the wine in one gulp, feeling proud.
"Tonight, the road will surely sink, and there will be no return!"
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In the dark forest, Song Yu looked at the camp ahead, "Do you think this method really works?"
"It's difficult. The auras of those people vaguely form a whole, affecting the whole body." Li Baishan moved towards both sides to outflank, "Unless he can break through the military formation instantly."
The nine of them followed Lu Shen's plan and surrounded the camp, waiting for the latter's signal.
But the deeper they went into the camp, the more troublesome they felt, because after entering the camp, the auras of those people were all connected together.
This also means that they can no longer kill the secret sentry at will, and can only hide through flexible movement.
If anyone discovers him, he will immediately fall into a deadlock. He will not even wait for Lu Shen to come to rescue him, and will be killed by this army in an instant.
"The military formation is in motion all the time. How much strength does it take to find a flaw and defeat it in an instant?" Song Yu climbed up a pine tree.
Li Baishan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Maybe the boss has other ways."
On the other side, Wang Tu was hiding in the darkness, looking at the heavily guarded camp, and whispered to Guan Chen behind him: "Boy, if you realize something is wrong later, you can run directly down the mountain.
"One of us must survive."
"You can't believe Lu Shen?" Guan Chen chewed the grass, letting the bitter taste stimulate his taste, "We are all brothers, we have to go together."
"What nonsense are you talking about? You are a very good boy. You must have a way out in everything." Wang Tu glared at him, "Stop talking, the boss has started to take action."
The frost-covered path leads straight to the center of the camp. Sharp fences block the intersection, and people holding torches are patrolling back and forth.
At this time, someone pointed over there, "Someone is coming, everyone be alert!"
In an instant, the entire camp started to move. Under the cold night sky, the air became distorted, and the auras of more than seventy people merged into a huge wave.
Lu Chen walked in the moonlight, looking at the military formation taking shape in front of him, and at the crowds that kept coming. He stepped hard on the ground with his soles, and rocks shot out.
The leading man drew out the Mo Dao. The aura on his body slowly surged, and he was gradually breaking through the realm of Taoism. He said with a ferocious smile: "Seeking death!"
With a bang, Lu Chen suddenly stopped, lunged forward with his left foot, pressed his right hand on the handle of the knife, pushed the knife out of the sheath with his thumb, "The limit... draw the knife and slash!"
The man who drew the sword was still condensing the aura of the military formation. His cultivation had reached the limit of the ninth level of bloodline, but he saw a black light that had been condensed to the extreme and slashed down silently.
The silent black light with a hint of golden light was like the spring breeze blowing across the man's face, and a blood line appeared between his eyebrows.
The crowd standing behind it was passed through silently by the sword light, and then, figures came out from behind, and hot blood poured into the night sky.
The sword light continued unabated, splitting the burning bonfire, and suddenly expanded, transforming into a six to seventy-foot black gold sword, and struck down towards the central tent.
Then there was a loud bang, the tent collapsed, and four figures shot out from it. One of them's right arm disappeared, leaving a gap as smooth as a mirror.
The sharp tip of the knife was pointed straight to the ground, Lu Shen stepped hard with the soles of his feet, and suddenly rushed into the crowd. The brilliant light of the knife was like an arc, bringing up large amounts of residual limbs and blood.
"Song Yu, do it!" And his target was clearly the four figures in the tent.
Song Yu, who was in the shadow of the tree, was in a trance. Only then did he recover from the stunning sword light. He immediately flew towards the crowd and acted according to Lu Chen's plan.
Next, what they have to do is to disrupt the military formation so that the four people cannot use the power of these people to improve their realm and create an opportunity for Lu Chen to behead him.
The nine bloodline warriors rushed towards the central camp, raising their hands to bring out a bloody light, trying their best to prevent the remaining people from uniting and forming a unity with the help of military formations.
Lu Chen rushed to the four of them. The man with a broken arm over there swelled up and turned into a big python covered with green scales.
He paused slightly and dodged sideways, causing the snake's head to crash into the tent and stir up mud in the sky.
Lu Chen's blade tilted in an instant, and he galloped forward along the seven inches of the python, splitting it open, and blood poured out like heavy rain all over the sky.
An elder's Qi suddenly erupted, and three feet of green blade slipped from his sleeves, slashing down towards Lu Chenli, and the two-foot-long sword light tore through the earth.
Lu Chen flicked his wrist, and the black gold sword slashed across the elder's neck. The sword's light was like broken glass, and the blade continued unabated, slicing the elder's neck.
A big head flew up, spraying blood mist that dyed the full moon red.
A large number of birds were startled in the mountain forest, making panicked cries, the howling mountain wind roared, and the mountain forest was undulating like an angry sea.
The blade of the knife tilted straight to the ground, and blood beads splashed into the dust. Lu Shen raised the knife and advanced again, like a violent wind dancing wildly, moving forward indomitably, as powerful as a broken bamboo!
