With a sharp sound of wind, clothes rustled, and a group of people fell from the sky.
The leader's eyes swept across the messy battlefield like sharp arrows. When his eyes fell on the eight cold corpses, his anger instantly burned throughout his body.
"Han Biao is dead!" He roared through gritted teeth. This man's face looked like a zombie. His fiery red robe looked extremely dazzling in the sun. He carried a long sword on his back. At this time, there was a sword on the sword. Stained with some blood.
"This waste! Who did this?!"
"Hey, Xuanwu, why are you making such a big fuss? Calm down," a sweet smile came, which was heart-touching. The speaker was a woman in a black skirt, standing with her hands behind her back.
The woman's figure is extremely voluptuous, and her skirt flutters in the wind, but it is still difficult to cover up those devilish curves that make people's hearts beat. This beautiful appearance gives people the first impression of an almost monstrous coquettishness.
The man with the zombie-like face snorted coldly and said coldly: "Suzaku, don't use your charm skills on me."
"Humph, I don't understand Feng Qing! It seems that nearly half of your men are dead." The woman named Suzaku covered her mouth and laughed, "Would you like me to help you track them?"
Xuanwu immediately refused and said: "No, I will handle the affairs of Xuanwu Hall myself!"
Suzaku said faintly: "That's up to you. Since you don't need me, then I'm going to leave. I'm going to have a zombie face all day long. I'm so miserable. I'll see if I can find a handsome young man!" After saying that, Disappear in place.
Watching Suzaku leave, Xuanwu breathed a sigh of relief.
The joy that he had just killed a group of Liuyun Mountain monks was all gone. Just at the beginning, Xuanwu Hall lost nearly half, and even the deputy hall master died.
"Gui Qi, find clues for me, I will cut them into pieces."
A cold gaze shot out from Xuanwu's eyes, and for an instant the air nearby seemed to be condensed.
As soon as he finished speaking, a thin young man with a gloomy face and sinister eyes took out a compass-like thing and kept extracting the breath at the scene. There were light spots on the compass that flashed and trembled continuously.
Gui Qi said: "Hall Master, the killer is in the northeast, but the aura of the Xunlong Pan is uncertain, so the killer should be on the move."
"Walk!"
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In a corner of the deep valley, there are towering ancient trees and dense leaves. The trees here are lush and obscure the view, making it perfect for hiding.
Yan Nan and Zhang Mo's eyes lit up, and they quickly fell from the air. As soon as they landed, the four people in Hu Ben Hall collapsed to the ground.
All four people in Huben Hall were injured.
A long gash was opened on Yan Nan's left shoulder, and blood was oozing out.
Feng Zhao's back was a bloody mess, and he grinned in pain.
Ma Liang's right leg was bright red, and Zhang Guohao's head was stained with blood, which was stuck to his hair.
Zhang Mo dragged his tired body and treated several people side by side.
At this time, Zhang Mo was like a famous doctor who had stepped out of an ancient scroll.
There was a touch of greenery in his palms, which was the breath of life, with an elegant and fresh air of vegetation. When his palm is gently pressed on the wound, it feels like a god tapping the acupuncture points. The vitality lingers around the wound like a spirit, as if the spring breeze blows on the face, bringing a slight numbness.
Yan Nan felt a gentle force surging on the wound on his arm, and the severe pain was replaced by a warm current, as if nourished by spring mud.
Under the bath of green light, the pain of the wound on Feng Zhao's back began to subside, and the chaotic flesh patterns quietly squirmed as if alive, gradually returning to their original appearance.
Covered by the green air, the swelling of Ma Liang's leg injury subsided, and the originally stiff joints regained their flexibility.
Zhang Guohao's forehead wound also stopped bleeding in the cool light, and began to reveal the original healthy color of the skin.
Yan Nan sighed: "I heard before that Liuyun's medical skills were mediocre, but when I saw him today, I realized that there is a great doctor like Junior Brother Zhang on Liuyun Mountain."
Zhang Mo said humbly: "These are all superficial injuries. Fortunately, the internal organs and meridians of the brothers were not injured, so we were able to treat them quickly. If the internal injuries are really serious, I will be helpless."
Feng Zhao touched the healed wound on his back with his backhand and said gratefully: "Junior Brother Zhang's grace of rejuvenation will be something I, Feng Zhao, will never forget for the rest of my life."
"Junior Brother Zhang, as well as those younger junior brothers, we will always remember their life-saving grace." Zhang Guohao said.
Ma Liang jumped up and kicked his legs a few times and said with a smile: "I'll take note of Junior Brother Zhang's affection. We are all members of our own family now. Don't thank us here and there. It's best to seize the time to rest."
After everyone heard this, they quickly found a place to meditate and rest.
After treating everyone, Zhang Mo was already exhausted.
He used the scriptures violently one after another and healed several people. Not only did he consume a lot of energy, but he was also mentally exhausted. Sitting next to an ancient tree, I put my palms lightly on my knees, my eyes closed, and my breathing became slow and long.
With every breath, the alien energy in his body was like a dragon snake lurking in the abyss, silently but powerfully swimming through his meridians.
The innate vitality of 'Alien Qi' is indeed extraordinary. It carries an innate power that is both wild and mysterious. In Zhang Mo's body, it seemed to resonate with every meridian and acupuncture point in his body. The subtle vibrations not only brought about physical recovery, but also the recovery and purification of vitality.
As the 'alien energy' circulates, Zhang Mo can feel that his fatigue is gradually dissipating like morning mist meeting the rising sun.
The tiny damage accumulated in the battle, nourished by the 'alien energy', was like a dry riverbed meeting nectar, and was gradually repaired, glowing with vitality again.
This kind of Qi, like a loving mother's hand, seems to have its own spirituality. It knows where to stop for a while and where more in-depth treatment is needed. It not only repaired Zhang Mo's body, but also improved his inner potential to a certain extent, making his vitality purer and more abundant.
The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and shines on everyone, bringing a rare touch of warmth and tranquility.
After meditating for half an hour, Zhang Mo felt that not only was he back to his old self, but his vitality and spirit were even stronger, and there was a faint tendency to move towards the realm of 'Elixir Formation'. After a moment of joy, he placed a "warning" condensed by vitality and spiritual consciousness. The scriptures slowly penetrate into the depths of one's own Qi sea.
This profound vigilance method taught by master Ji Chen is an early warning method when avoiding tracking or lurking in the wild.
Looking inside, the text with the word "Jing" is suspended in the Qihai Cave, full of crystals, showing light red, and constantly vibrating slightly. The whole body of "Jing" seems to be connected with countless invisible filaments, and the filaments stretch to the surrounding air. , rocks, and streams.
This word 'alarm' is Ji Chen's most proud masterpiece. The magic power contained in it can resonate with all things in the world and sense the slight changes in the surroundings. Whether it is a slight disturbance or hidden hostility, it can be conveyed to the person at the first time. The mind of the practitioner.
Ji Chen wrote in "Sutras and Jade Ce", "The spirit of all things can be found in scriptures. The way to be alert cannot be conveyed in words. It needs to be touched by the heart and felt by the sea of qi."
Zhang Mo kept sighing during the meditation, "The scriptures teach the universe and the earth, and they are infinitely mysterious. Master has studied the 'Tiandao scriptures' very deeply, and he unexpectedly came up with this ingenious method."
Today, Zhang Mo is sitting next to the ancient tree, with a peaceful mind, looking inwards at himself, feeling the faint fluctuations from the scripture with the word "warning" in his body, resonating with all things in the world, and he has become the most sensitive being in this mountain forest.
This state of being connected and integrated with heaven and earth is so mysterious and mysterious that Zhang Mo is completely intoxicated by this feeling.
Suddenly, the word 'Alarm' vibrated violently, and the filaments that caused the vibration came from the southeast. Zhang Mo was startled, and his back felt a little cold. He suddenly looked to the southeast, but couldn't see anything. He stood up and hurriedly Shouted: "Someone is chasing you from the southeast!"
"Is someone chasing you?"
Ma Lianghuo stood up, and suddenly his ears were magnified four or five times, and he also turned towards the southeast and listened attentively.
"No, there are 12 people. One of them makes a vague sound when flying in the air. His combat power is very high. He must be at the eighth or ninth level of the Yellow Rank. The highest combat power of the nine of us is only the seventh level. Let's go quickly."
"Let's go!"
The nine people quickly fled into the air.
But the enemy seemed to have positioned them. No matter whether the nine people were running high, low, left or right, they all stopped for a while. Zhang Mo felt the enemy chasing them again. This feeling of being targeted from behind was so unpleasant. , he felt that he was in big trouble this time.
"No, we can't run away, we have to find a way." Yan Nan said.
"We must make a plan, otherwise, if we continue to escape like this, we will definitely die!" Zhang Mo took a breath and said nervously,
"There are only nine people. What kind of strategy can we use? Just start fighting. Kill one to make up for the loss. Kill two to make a profit!" Feng Zhao was impatient and had long been impatient with this kind of escape.
The five people who were cleaning the three halls turned pale and frowned. This time it was different. There were many enemies, they were strong, and there were people at the peak of the Huang rank. Maybe the whole army would be wiped out, and Yan Nan and Zhang Guohao would also be killed. Worried.
"A snake can't survive without a head. Four senior brothers, we must first temporarily select a chief deacon and formulate a plan, otherwise we will fight randomly. The four senior brothers still have fighting power. We clean the three halls. They are all at the early stage of the yellow rank, so it will not be of much use." Ni Shou said.
Yan Nan thought for a while and said: "You fought well before. You saved the lives of the four of us. This deacon is not based on force, but on strategy. As long as he can win, anyone can take it. Or Let Zhang Mo be the one."
Zhang Mo took a deep breath, calmed down a little from his nervousness and excitement, stared at everyone and said: "We have to maximize our own advantages. Have you all seen my medical skills?"
Feng Zhao was the first to speak: "You can fight however you want, just say it."
"If you trust me, then exchange your injuries for injuries. Attack with lightning. Get close as fast as possible and use explosive symbols to detonate. You must be determined to kill the enemy. Capture the thief first and capture the king first. The two fastest people first. , risking serious injury and close range, explosion! As long as you avoid the vital points and don't be killed all at once, I can be sure to save you."
The eight people's breathing became heavy all of a sudden. Damn, this strategy is simply going to lead to death. Yan Nanshe said: "How many people can you save if they are seriously injured?"
This is really a problem, "Rescuing 3 people in a row, my vitality is basically exhausted, but don't worry, we seized 13 vitality pills, which is enough to recover. I can save 3 more people. However, as long as they are killed or Seriously injuring the thief's leader, and then trying his best to scare others, I don't think anyone would be unafraid of death."
"Okay, four senior brothers, who is the fastest? Who is the most durable? Who is the best at hiding?" Zhang Mo asked three questions in a series.
Yan Nan felt that this battle was a bit unreliable and said quietly: "I have wood skills and am good at disguise and hiding."
Feng Zhaodao: "I am the most durable. I have learned the art of iron shirt, and Ma Liang can do it too."
Zhang Guohao felt that no matter what the tactics were, the disparity in strength was too great. The enemy must have a perfect strategy for the surprise attack this time. Whatever he did now was useless, he sighed: "I am the fastest."
"Okay, our first goal is to kill the thief leader. The task is given to Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Yan, and Ni Shou. Senior Brother Zhang, you can break through the thief leader's defense as soon as possible, whether it's explosions or your own skills. You can use any method to seriously injure the thief's head."
"Senior Brother Yan, no matter what the situation is ahead, you have to disguise yourself and hide. Your only mission is to attack and kill the leader of the thieves in a surprise attack whenever you see an opportunity. Ni Shou, you are the third insurance, ensuring the kill!"
All three nodded.
"Senior Brother Feng, Senior Brother Ma, you two attract the enemy's firepower and create as much chaos as possible."
The two nodded.
"The members of the three groups are still the same as before. Each time they focus on one person, and I am responsible for the treatment."
"This is a general division of labor. However, things are changing rapidly during the battle. Just remember the first goal. This time there is a disparity in power. Only by holding on to the determination to die can there be a glimmer of hope!"
Yan Nan took a breath and cursed: "If the leader of the thieves is strong and unprepared, then it would be best. Even if there are millions of people, it is like one ear."
