Should I take the opportunity to do it?

After being cautious for many days, Qiao Song had been waiting hard to wait. He never thought that the opportunity came to him like this, which made him feel unreal.

Was Zhuo Mufeng really accidentally injured by the Demonic Way? Or was it just a trap?

When everything we expected was in front of us, Qiao Song hesitated and could not make a decision for a long time. He could only make a gesture and order everyone to continue to follow with the siege.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the tent group, Qiao Song was getting more and more irritable. When he was constantly interrupted, he was in trouble. What was he afraid of?

Staring at Zhuo Mufeng's face as if nothing had happened, the other party even had a smile, which reminded him of how the other party humiliated Kang Du and the entire Moke Sect.

So what if it is a trap? The super expert dare not get close to here. Once something happens, he can retreat at any time and will not be in danger of his life!

As soon as this thought came, Qiao Song felt like he had electricity, and his face showed a ferocious feeling. His power was raised to the limit. He shouted in a voice transmission: "Everyone obeys the order and kills me, and he will not be allowed to keep his strength!"

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Song rushed out, his clothes swelled, and his powerful aura formed layers of purple light shields around him, totaling seven layers, protecting him firmly in the center.

It is the supreme skill of the Moke Sect, the Nine Heavens of Purple Luo.

At the hunting ceremony in Northern Qi, Ling Wuxie used this move to continuously rebound Zhuo Mufeng's sword energy. If Zhuo Mufeng had not made a breakthrough on the spot, he would have been defeated by the opponent.

Compared with Ling Wuxie, Qiao Song's attainment was undoubtedly much higher. The seventh layer of light shield became darker and darker. When it reached the seventh layer, it suddenly turned purple and black, even Qiao Song's figure was covered up.

Still in the air, Qiao Song pulled out the knife from his waist and slashed with both hands. The light of the knife was like a piece of purple magma that was about to burst, attacking Zhuo Mufeng with a burst of force, and the aura of the sky puppet along the way was pierced.

Zhuo Mufeng, who was moving forward, looked shocked, and a thick panic flashed in his eyes. He retreated to the side without thinking, but he had only time to avoid the front half of the sword light, and the second half slashed his body-protecting true energy and smashed it. The remaining momentum continued, bombarding Zhuo Mufeng.

A mouthful of blood mist was sprayed out, and Zhuo Mufeng's breath was in chaos and fell to the bottom of his life. His body quickly fled to the side with the impact of the knife, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask for help.

Seeing this, Qiao Song did not hesitate any more. While laughing wildly in his heart, he quickly pushed the purple Luo true energy to the limit. The seven layers of purple light shields actually merged into a light curtain, blocking behind Zhuo Mufeng.

Zhuo Mufeng's eyes flashed, and what was tested was on-the-spot response. He made a quick decision and shouted loudly. His voice was weakened by the purple light curtain, and the rest was not enough to alarm the masters of the holy land outside the tent group.

"Zhuo Xiaogou, your death is here!" Qiao Song gathered his anger and made a sound. He felt so happy. His past aggrievance and resentment turned into endless murderous intent, which made him look ferocious and he rushed out with a knife.

Zhuo Mufeng was also happy and ran deep into the depths without saying a word.

The Mo Ke Sect masters around him were all excited when they saw Zhuo Mufeng, who was at the peak of his life, was injured by the fifth elder. They realized that today was a good opportunity to make great contributions, and they all tried their best to use their unique skills to kill Zhuo Mufeng.

For a moment, the sword light and sword shadows, the fist wind and palm force turned into a torrent and rolled over the front. The ground cracked and the earth and rocks shot out. The lethality at the scene was like dozens of grenades exploded at the same time.

Leading by Qiao Song, the masters of the Moke Sect did not stop. Just after one move, the group of people who were closest to strengthen their skills and attacked them one after another. The people behind them chased each other, ready to continue their firepower anytime and anywhere, without giving Zhuo Mufeng any opportunity to take advantage of.

Because Qiao Song turned the seven-colored light shield into a light curtain and blocked it to the end, the sound was rarely heard, and the masters of the holy land outside the tent group did not notice it.

Boom, boom, boom...

A large area of ​​dust rose, and the strong wind blew away the aura of the sky puppet for a while, and everyone chased after him.

Zhuo Mufeng, who was in the front, was stumbled and shaking in the fierce and dangerous torrent attacks again and again, as if he would completely fall down the next moment, which further aroused the murderous intent of Qiao Song and others. So much so that they completely forgot that in this moment, they had been hundreds of meters away from the place.

The surroundings are full of mountains, dense forests and steep slopes. The sound transmission is already greatly affected. In addition, the distance is far, Zhuo Mufeng is sure that the time is up, otherwise if he continues to lure him, maybe Qiao Song will wake up.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his aura changed. His previous sluggishness disappeared without a trace. Instead, he was replaced by a sharp sword that pierced the sky. Under the influence of this momentum, the air around him made a hissing sound, as if countless small swords were shooting.

Although the previous scene was thrilling, except for the first time being injured by Qiao Song, Zhuo Mufeng avoided the attacks afterwards.

Even the first move, due to the cancellation of most of the power, the damage caused to Zhuo Mufeng was limited, and the demon dragon inner alchemy was protected, it had little impact on his combat power in a short period of time.

The sluggish he showed was more just an illusion created by his sister in white.

With one foot a little, Zhuo Mufeng rose five feet straight. When his feet were in the air, the man had turned around to face the master of the Moke Sect who was chasing him.

Clam!

A white light flashed, and the Tears Sword was unsheathed, without giving the opponent any chance to react. Zhuo Mufeng's ready-to-run skill burst out. The nine-colored light had just appeared, and immediately followed his slash, turning into a spiral beam and rushing out, as if shocking.

"What?" The masters of the Moke Sect were shocked. Except for Qiao Song, the rest of the people did not even come to their senses.

Qiao Song, who was pointed directly by this sword, only felt his pores open all over his body, and air conditioning continued to penetrate into his body.

Frightened and shocked, he roared wildly, the seven-color light shield firmly guarded his body, danced with both hands to the three-star sword, and slashed out a purple sword light that was five feet long in a sweeping posture.

Although it was a little hasty, Qiao Song had already gathered all his strength before, so he was not embarrassed.

Bang!

The nine-colored sword energy and the purple sword light collided without any figment, just like two iron hammers smashing each other hard.

Not to mention the crazy fluctuations, just the heavy sound waves caused the eardrums of many nearby Moko sect masters torn, and blood flowed out from their ears. The person became more deaf and stood there blankly.

Next moment—

These people were streaked by sharp blade ripples, or their heads and bodies were separated, or they were divided into two, or their broken arms and limbs were flying around. As soon as the screams of pain sounded, they were drowned by the explosion.

Zhuo Mufeng knew very well that he had to fight quickly and to clear the suspicion afterwards, Qiao Song had to start with him. While swinging his sword, he had tried his best to plunder.

The cultivation level of the fifth level of Xingqiao Realm and the benefits of meridian strengthening appeared at this moment. As the large internal force that was far beyond the reach of the farther thrust surged through the meridians of both feet, Zhuo Mufeng's speed soared, instantly approaching Qiao Song, and caught the latter off guard.

In anger, Qiao Song quickly swung his sword and tried to retreat. He was worthy of being the elder of the Moke Sect. After awakening, he immediately made the most correct choice.

As the swords and swords attacked each other, Zhuo Mufeng's arms were numb, and the Tears Sword almost flew out. Although he had tried his best to overestimate Qiao Song's strength, he was still very surprised when he actually fought.

If his cultivation level had not been broken, I was afraid that today's plan would have been ruined.

Who knew that Qiao Song was more shocked than Zhuo Mufeng. He believed that his cultivation, martial arts realm, and his experience against enemies were only stronger than Zhuo Mufeng, and his martial arts was even six-star level, which was enough to surpass Zhuo Mufeng.

But unexpectedly, the other party's cultivation level was not the fourth level of the Star Bridge Realm, but the fifth level of the Star Bridge Realm, and the opponent's internal strength was unreasonably strong, surpassing any peak master of the Star Bridge Realm that Qiao Song had ever contacted in this life.

The huge force rushed to his arm through the blade, and Qiao Songhu's mouth broke. When the Samsung sword almost broke out, it was forcibly grabbed by him with his steel-like will. As a result, the five fingers were too heavy to be shaken and blood was exposed because of the huge force.

But Qiao Song gritted his teeth and made a scream comparable to a beast's roar but did not let go.

This reaction further strengthened Zhuo Mufeng's determination to kill. He ignored the numbness of his arms and slashed his sword from top to bottom. The sword energy wrapped around the sword body and cut through the void, and his strength was unstoppable.

Qiao Song held the hilt of the knife in his other hand and endured the pain in his heart and went up to him.

A clang sound!

The three-star sword that was already holding tightly finally flew out this time, but because of the frontal impact, Zhuo Mufeng and Qiao Song retreated in the opposite direction at the same time.

With Qiao Song's lightness skills and this thrust, he was confident to rush back to the tent group in time. By then, Zhuo Mufeng had ten courage to kill him.

Thinking of everything today, Qiao Song laughed grimly, his twitching face couldn't hide his resentment: "Zhuo Xiaogou, remember it for me! When I go out, Sanjiang League, hehehe..." The words were filled with murderous intent, and the meaning was self-evident, and I wanted to vent my anger on Sanjiang League.

With Qiao Song's status and the resources he can use, if you really want to deal with the Sanjiang Alliance by any means, there is no possibility of Sanjiang Alliance resisting it. Unless the Eastern Family comes forward, will the Eastern Family be willing?

So Qiao Song must die!

With a light bang, Zhuo Mufeng's belt suddenly collapsed from it. What caught Qiao Song off guard was that a bunch of poison powder was sprayed out of the collapsed mouth.

The golden snake belt, which Zhuo Mufeng wore on his waist, was the golden snake belt that was pulled out from the Tibetan Soldier Pavilion with the Amber Sword. It has never been used before and to this day.

The distance between the two sides was not completely widened, and the poisonous powder was splattering, and new power was not yet born. Even though Qiao Song tried his best to resist, part of it still touched his arms and shoulders.

In an instant, Qiao Song felt dizzy and began to feel weak all over. In horror, he shouted: "Quick..." But as soon as he shouted a word, Zhuo Mufeng's sword swung down again, and his extremely powerful internal force was enough to support his continuous squandering.

laugh!

A bunch of blood splattered, and Qiao Song's retreating speed increased again, but he had no excitement in his heart, and a severe pain spread from his neck.

In a trance, he suddenly saw a headless corpse below, which fell to the ground, with his clothes and body shape so familiar. Then, he fell into permanent darkness.

"Five Elders..."
Chapter completed!