Yang Zhen quickly turned her head, her neck seemed to be bitten by a mosquito; but his wooden stick only lifted the woman's black robe, but did not hurt her at all.
The two sides passed each other, turned around, and stood still.
Yan Hongzhu was slightly stunned. Her swordsmanship was light and erratic, and although her strength was not great, if faced by an ordinary Qi practitioner, her sword would be enough to break a bloody hole in her throat.
But the guy opposite only left a blood spot.
I didn’t expect that I couldn’t pierce him with a sword even after I recovered to my foundation-building cultivation level!
However, this should be enough.
She stood still, looking at each other calmly, as if expecting something to happen.
Sure enough, a moment later, Yang Zhen suddenly covered her neck with her left hand, her face full of shock and anger:
"You poisoned me!"
Before he finished speaking, his body straightened up and fell backwards.
"What a pity. In the middle stage of Qi training, you have such ability. God is jealous of talents!" Yan Hongzhu sighed, and it was unclear whether he was sad or happy.
"There are three more people, including Young Master Yin, hehe!" She whispered to herself. She put away her sword and was about to move forward when suddenly her expression changed and she looked forward.
A girl in black clothes jumped up and appeared on the hillside.
"Zhao Yue'er!"
The person who came was none other than Zhao Yue'er. She saw Yan Hongzhu at a glance and her expression froze.
Until now, she still doesn't know what happened, why this woman appeared in the illusion formation, and why Little Stone chased her.
However, the next moment, when she saw the familiar figure at the woman's feet from the corner of her eye, her expression changed drastically:
"small stone--"
"What happened to him?" The little girl's voice trembled: "You, what did you do to him?"
"Dead!" Yan Hongzhu said in a cold voice: "Since you are here too, let you two little mandarin ducks die together!"
After saying that, she drew out her sword and pointed it at the opponent.
Suddenly, I felt an inexplicable palpitation, as if there was something moving around me.
The intuition developed through many life and death experiences allowed her to duck aside without even thinking.
A huge bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket fell from the sky and struck where she was just now, instantly creating a deep crater several feet wide.
At the same time, the guy she thought was dead jumped up from the ground, and an iron rod shining with golden light pressed down heavily on her.
"Qiang!" She raised her sword to block, but her body was light and effortless, floating dozens of feet away in an instant.
Yan Hongzhu stood up again, his face pale.
If her reaction just now was half a beat too slow, she might have become a charred corpse now.
"You're not dead?" She looked at him in disbelief.
"I disappoint you." Yang Zhen responded coldly.
"Little Shitou!" Zhao Yue'er over there was already filled with huge surprises: "I, I knew you were fine!"
If it weren't for a formidable enemy, she would have rushed over and hugged this annoying guy tightly.
It really scared me to death just now.
Yang Zhen smiled brightly at him, but she felt regretful in her heart.
As early as when Yan Hongzhu sacrificed the blue sword, the little thing told him quietly.
The sword is poisonous.
"That is a wooden sword, the main material is blue octopus wood. The core of this wood is highly poisonous. With the help of magic, the poison can be forced out."…
Yang Zhen suddenly realized that no wonder she didn't see her using this poisonous sword when she was in the cave before. It must have been because she didn't have enough magic power at that time.
"I can cure this poison," the little thing wrote lightly.
In this case, Yang Zhen decided to take advantage of the situation, pretending to be poisoned by the sword, and then let Yiyi use a lightning sneak attack while she was not paying attention.
Yiyi's lightning has several levels of power.
She destroyed the six-star spirit formation and those formation flags using the most ordinary power.
This power is roughly equivalent to a blow in the late stage of Qi training, which is more than enough to deal with ordinary Qi training monks.
On average, Yiyi can send out one such lightning every four or five breaths. If it is a continuous attack, it can reach six consecutive shots at the beginning.
The second level is equivalent to a blow in the early stage of foundation building. At this intensity, every time Yiyi sends out a strike, there must be at least dozens of breaths between each one, and after three consecutive strikes, he will have to rest for most of the day.
The last level is comparable to the strike of a monk in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. However, Yiyi can only attack like this once a day at most. If you try to force it a second time, you will fall into a period of slumber just like you did in the early years.
What Yang Zhen asked Yiyi to prepare just now is the last level, and it will be cruel if it comes.
He originally planned to take advantage of the opponent's carelessness and defeat the enemy with one strike, but he didn't expect that after hearing the little girl's grief-stricken voice, he became so uneasy that the opponent would notice it.
This is Yang Zhen's biggest trump card and the biggest basis for him to dare to pursue Yan Hongzhu and fight to the death.
It's a pity that the success fell short!
Yang Zhen felt sad in her heart, but acted as if nothing had happened. She walked towards the little girl and stood side by side with her.
Yan Hongzhu hesitated. The lightning that looked like the god of death made her worried, but if she didn't get rid of these people, her years of hard work would be in vain, and she would miss the important event of the eldest princess.
"You can never have too many of these trump cards!"
She gritted her teeth, gripped the sword tightly, and prepared to attack again.
Yang Zhen continued to transmit messages at this time and quickly recounted the recent events.
"This woman is ruthless in her methods. There is poison in the sword, so don't get it on her." He finally reminded her.
Zhao Yue'er nodded solemnly. At this time, she had discovered Zhao Yuqi's body further away. She felt sad in her heart and had a determined look on her face.
The two sides were at war with each other.
At this moment, a shout of surprise sounded from behind:
"Miss, Mr. Yang!"
…
Zhao Yuxi finally rushed over.
Not only him, but Yin Nanxing and Feng Changqing also appeared from the hillside one after another.
Yin Nanxing looked at Yan Hongzhu, a woman he was once very familiar with but now extremely unfamiliar, with an unpredictable expression on his face.
After killing fellow Taoist Chu with one move just now, he chased a few steps forward, but could only see Yang Zhen's back from a distance. But Yan Hongzhu had already disappeared.
After chasing after him, he suddenly woke up from a dream and felt something was wrong.
Why does Yan Hongzhu run so fast?
Thinking back to the other party's momentum when he first appeared, he ignored it because he was too familiar with it. Now that he recalled it again, he felt it.
That is the aura of a foundation-building monk.
Yan Hongzhu is a foundation-building monk?
How can it be!
After all these years, had the sect not discovered that she was a foundation builder?
Also, how did she deceive several masters of the Purple Mansion and sneak into the secret realm of Langshan?
A series of question marks made him confused, and the pace of pursuit also slowed down.
When Feng Changqing came up, he explained his doubts in full. The two discuss whether to move forward.
At this time Feng Changqing said:
"This Yan Hongzhu deliberately came to this secret place in Langshan. She must have a serious plot. Even if what the man named Yang said is not true, it is not far from the truth!"
"Even if there is no Wu Gu Dan, it must be something else good!"
Opportunity arose from danger, and the two of them decided to continue following.
…
Five people stood together, separated by several feet, faintly divided into two formations.
There are three people from the Zhao family and two people from the sect.
Opposite me, Yan Hongzhu said nothing, with the blue sword in her hand pointing straight at the sky!
The battle is about to break out! .
