After Kong Ju cleaned up the last of the spoils, he leisurely began to hide in the dense forest in the mountain stream, watching the battle that was drawing to a close.
Of course, he did not forget the mission of this trip.
From time to time, his eyes glanced at the villagers gathered at the foot of the stream, led by Makita.
Although the villagers were in a panic, they were well protected and no casualties occurred because Kong Jue warned them in time when he discovered the enemy attack.
Even so, his palm was still on the silver bow, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.
About another cup of tea time passed, and the two Blood Robe League disciples were finally dragged to death with the help of the cold air that Kong Ju had secretly injected into their bodies.
One of them was knocked down by Jiang Bairen's sword, and Xie Guangan also cast a magic seal in time.
Both disciples died.
"Hahaha!" Having successfully won this victory, Jiang Bairen brandished his sword and laughed loudly. Covered in blood, he now looked like a god of war in the eyes of those surviving disciples.
Even Xie Guangan looked at him with respect. Jiang Bairen seemed to enjoy this feeling and laughed even louder.
"I'm Jiang Bairen! Those bastards from the Blood Robe Alliance are unlucky to have run into me."
Although the disciples nearby were all dead, they had won the battle anyway, and they all praised him, "Brother Jiang is awesome."
"Jiang Bairen's strength is not bad, a little stronger than the average Yanglun Sixth Realm. A little weaker than Zhu Dan, You Liufeng and the likes, but he can be considered at the upper level." Kong Ju made such an evaluation while looking at Jiang Bairen who was roaring arrogantly in the field.
After taking a quick glance at the battlefield, Kong Ju quickly shifted his gaze away.
As a member of a team responsible for security, Kong Ju's mission has never been to go into battle and kill the enemy.
Instead, you should be a qualified eye and ear, and always be alert to any disturbance in the surrounding environment.
The more relaxed his teammates are, the more cautious he should be.
With his eyes wandering around the surrounding valleys, Kong Ju was quite critical of Jiang Bairen's yelling: "Jiang Bairen is too bold. This is a battlefield. He is not afraid of being heard if he howls anywhere."
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as he looked down the mountain, and his nose twitched slightly, as if he smelled something.
It's somewhat similar to the smell of blood that has settled over time and become smelly and moldy.
Although the taste is very light, it is really there.
Kong Ju was deeply impressed by this smell, because it was the unique bloody scent carried in the spiritual power of the disciples of the Blood Robe Alliance.
The spiritual energy contained in this smell is far beyond the sixth level of Yanglun.
"Not good! There are still people in the dark." Kong Ju's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he was about to speak out to remind the people from the Cangwu Sect below.
It's just too late.
Kong Ju had just opened his lips, and no sound had come out yet.
Bang! A blood-red blade light burst out from the top of the mountain stream.
The blade light was at least ten feet long. As soon as it appeared, it quickly filled Kong Qi's vision.
For a moment, blood was everywhere, and the red color covered the canyons on both sides of the mountain stream, and also dyed the face of Kong Ju who was hiding in the dark red.
The blade light descended from the sky with terrifying murderous intent. Judging from the direction of its attack, it was the eight surviving disciples of the Cangwu sect led by Jiang Bairen below.
Having just killed the disciples of the Blood Robe Alliance, this is the time when Jiang Bairen and his men are most relaxed.
The choice of this moment to attack clearly showed that the person had thought it over carefully, and the strike was also a full-strength attack from the ambushing man.
"Sneak attack!" Jiang Bairen was completely unable to react. His face changed drastically and he only had time to raise the sword above his head.
The other disciples were even more miserable and could not even react.
The next moment.
The blade light flooded the area.
As Kong Ju watched, all the remaining disciples of the Cangwu Sect were engulfed in the bloody sword energy.
Boom! The ground shook for a moment.
The sound of the raging sword was deafening.
Kong Ju, who was hiding in the mountain wall on the left side of the stream, could feel the slight tremor of the hill under his feet.
This scene was also seen by the villagers of Mutian who were watching the battle in the mountain stream.
Everyone showed an expression of extreme horror, and some even collapsed to the ground.
This kind of horrifying scene was something they could never have dreamed of.
"It's over! This sword strike was at least a full-strength attack from a Yanglun Seventh Realm expert. Jiang Bairen is dead for sure." Kong Ju thought blankly as he stared at the center of the raging sword light that he couldn't see through at all.
The raging energy lasted for several breaths before dissipating.
Revealing the devastated land below.
A gully nearly twenty meters long was cut open by this knife.
Jiang Bairen was standing right in the center of the ravine, his eyes dull.
He had performed most outstandingly in the battle just now and received special care from the ambushers.
The knife was almost aimed at him.
The other disciples were just innocent victims.
Dang! Accompanied by the sound of the sword that Jiang Bairen raised above his head breaking.
A bloody mark extended from the top of Jiang Bairen's head all the way to his crotch, and his entire body was split in half.
The body, split into two halves, slowly fell into the center of the ravine, lifeless.
The only survivors at the scene were Xie Guangan and two disciples of the Cangwu School who were in the group of villagers and were protecting the villagers and were not affected by the sword light.
The main target of that knife was Jiang Bairen, and he was only affected by the aftermath.
Xie Guangan used a magic seal to protect himself and saved his life by relying on the strength of the sixth realm of Yanglun.
Even so, the aftermath of the domineering sword light destroyed Xie Guangan, leaving him covered in blood, half-kneeling on the ground with blood spitting out of his mouth.
Under his horrified gaze.
Ta-ta! A shadowy man in blood-stained clothes walked out of the darkness of the mountain stream step by step.
A strong murderous aura permeated the entire mountain stream.
"Yanglun Seventh Realm!" At the same time when Xie Guangan saw the man, Kong Ju also fixed his gaze on the attacker who finally showed up.
As expected, he turned out to be a difficult person in the seventh realm of Yanglun.
"It's not just an ordinary Yanglun Seventh Realm." Kong Ju's face was solemn. He sensed an aura of human spirit from the visitor that was very similar to Han Dong's.
Although his aura was far inferior to Han Dong's, at least he also had the Essence Breeding Wheel, using the essence of ordinary people's human spirits, which was equivalent to the essence of human character, heaven and earth.
"I'm afraid this guy has been lying in ambush on one side for a long time, waiting for the moment when we relax our guard to make a move." Kong Ju looked at Yang Lun Qijing who was walking out slowly, his face quite solemn and fearful.
Being completely defenseless and being attacked with all his strength by Yanglun Qijing who had been blessed with spiritual energy, Kong Ju didn't even dare to say that he could survive.
It’s not that he couldn’t take the blow, but it was too hasty and he couldn’t react at all.
"It's a bit tricky." Thinking of this, Kong Ju looked at the Blood Robe League disciple who was at the Yanglun Seventh Realm with a somewhat gloomy expression.
Now he has two choices, run or fight.
It was obviously impossible to run away. Kong Ju glanced at Mu Tian and her granddaughter Mu Xiaoye in the crowd of villagers deep in the mountain stream. If he ran away, they would definitely die.
Let’s put this mission aside.
Makita has a long history with me, and he has played an indispensable role in my rise to prominence.
He had even patted his chest and promised to protect their safety, and Mu Xiaoye had brought him some water, but he just left like that. The girl's kindness made Kong Ju feel a little guilty.
If Kong Ju could use the power of the Moon Seal to temporarily improve his cultivation, he would be able to fight.
But the opponent has also been affected by the spirit energy, so he dare not say that he can win for sure, but the winning rate should be around 50%.
"He probably didn't notice me. He was in the light while I was in the dark. The situation was in my favor."
While Kong Ju was weighing all this, his eyes fixed again as he looked at the figure.
This disciple of the Blood Robe Alliance is indeed not an ordinary person.
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
Kong Ju saw that above his head, in the cloud belonging to the latter's luck, the white luck occupied a quarter of the gray.
In other words, this person has good luck, although not much, but it is real.
It cannot be said that this kind of person is impossible to kill, but it is definitely difficult to kill.
Moreover, this was the first time that Kong Ju encountered an enemy with good luck, other than Han Dong.
Just as Kong Ju's eyes had just touched the luck of the person who came above his head, something he had not expected happened again silently.
The originally calm cloud of luck that occupied half of the white space above his head suddenly began to surge, jumping up and down towards the direction of the Blood Robe Alliance disciple, like a tiger that saw its prey and couldn't wait to pounce on it and bite it.
The cloud of luck above the head of the Blood Robe Sect disciple who was at the Yanglun Seventh Realm was trembling, as if it had seen its natural enemy.
This detail made Kong Qi narrow his eyes and fall into deep thought.
"I have never killed a person with luck. What will happen if I kill him?"
This idea suddenly occurred to him.
People with luck are hard to kill, that is only under normal circumstances, but what if his opponent is someone with higher luck than him.
There must be natural suppression in terms of luck.
Kong Ju's luck is more than twice as strong as that of the Blood Robe League disciple, which means that he may not be able to kill him.
"After analyzing it this way, I feel like I have a great chance of winning."
Kong Ju's mind raced, and he thought about so much, but in fact only a moment had passed.
The disciples of the Blood Robe Alliance have already walked up to Xie Guangan.
Except for Xie Guangan, the other disciples had no breath left, and their bodies were lying around in pieces, all dead.
Dou Xiao looked at the fat man who had turned pale with fear, and a trace of contempt appeared in his eyes: "It seems that not all of you Cangwu sect disciples are hard-headed."
After he finished speaking, Dou Xiao raised the big knife in his hand high up again and was about to drop it towards Xie Guangan.
However, this simple action caused Dou Xiao's body to tremble, a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his body trembled.
"Shui Zhusheng, you have injured me so badly. The knife just now has aggravated the injury. I have to kill this man quickly and then refine blood food to heal the wound."
Gasping for breath, Dou Xiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth viciously.
At this time, when Dou Xiao's injuries broke out, Xie Guangan had already crawled back dozens of feet and was ready to escape.
As for the tasks assigned by the sect, he no longer felt they were important.
"He is injured, I should be able to run. Being punished is better than dying." The fat on Xie Guangan's fat face trembled as he thought in horror.
"If you want to get out, then get out!" Dou Xiao seemed to have seen through Xie Guangan's thoughts. After a disdainful sneer, he did not chase after him. Instead, he made some hand gestures in front of him and began to guide the blood and essence from the corpses on the ground.
Strands of blood-colored mist were drawn out from the bodies of the dead disciples of the Blood Robe Alliance and the Cangwu Sect, and condensed into Dou Xiao's hands.
Eventually it turned into a fist-sized blood bead.
The death of his fellow Blood Robe Alliance member did not seem to cause him any emotional fluctuations. Instead, he had a sneer on his face.
His original plan was to kill several of his fellow disciples and suck their blood and essence.
It's even better now. While the snipe and the clam are fighting, the fisherman benefits. Now they are all dead, so he doesn't have to take action.
"We'll kill these mortals later. Not only will we recover from our injuries, but our cultivation will also be improved."
The fist-sized blood sperm was crystal clear, reflecting Dou Xiao's sinister face.
Just when he was about to refine it and use it to heal his wounds.
Swoosh! A crystal clear arrow came through the air with a whistling sound.
The target was directly at the blood essence in his hand.
"Hmph!" How could Dou Xiao let others get their wish so easily? He shook his long sword and easily cut off the arrow.
Swish, swish, swish! Three more arrows flew over.
"You are looking for death!" Dou Xiao finally got angry, the blade flashed, and he swung it in the direction where the arrow came from.
Along with the three arrows, they were directly chopped into pieces by the sword light, and it also slashed towards the direction where the arrows came from.
Boom! Before the blade arrived, the figure of the young man holding a longbow had already jumped out from his hiding place.
During this process, three more arrows were shot at Dou Xiao.
Dou Xiao saw the young man's appearance clearly and also sensed his strength. After realizing that he was only at the fifth level of Yanglun, he became furious and raised his sword to cut off three arrows with one blow.
"You are only at the fifth level of Yanglun Realm. You don't have to leave!"
While speaking, Dou Xiao's face suddenly froze, and he felt a chill sweeping through his body.
It turned out that the ice crystal arrows that were chopped off one after another did not disappear immediately, but turned into bursts of white ice mist, silently clinging to his body and covering it with a layer of frost.
"A mere trifle!" Dou Xiao sneered, and the vibration of spiritual power directly shook Han Shuang away.
Seeing this scene, Kong Ju was not panicked, but curled his lips and sneered: "Hehe!"
The cold air could not hurt him, but it could hurt the blood essence in his hands.
While Dou Xiao was trying to get rid of the cold air attached to the surface of his body, the blood essence in his hand had already been swallowed up by the cold air.
Under Dou Xiao's flaming eyes, the ball of blood condensed into an ice crystal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The activity in the blood-sperm is completely lost.
Boom! The blood essence that turned into an ice ball fell from Dou Xiao's hand and hit the ground.
Dou Xiao's face was now as gloomy as water.
That was the blood essence he used to heal his wounds.
Looking at the young man coming out of his hiding place, Dou Xiao's face was ferocious, and he said word by word: "I will skin you alive."
(End of this chapter)