The old weasel was very cunning and knew that it was no match for Gong Gou in a head-on confrontation.
Therefore, I never confront the other party directly.
Instead, relying on their speed, they kept circling around Gong Gou, playing guerrilla warfare.
When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we advance.
They would fire a shot, then move to another location, appearing and disappearing like ghosts, making them unpredictable and extremely troublesome.
On the surface, the old weasel's tactics seem a bit underhanded, but they are very effective.
Gong Gou roared repeatedly, slashing and hacking with his long sword, leaving afterimages in his eyes, wishing he could chop this damned old weasel into mincemeat.
But unfortunately, this old weasel was too cunning, like a slippery eel.
Every time it looked like Gong Gou's knife was about to fall on it, it would always cleverly dodge it, causing Gong Gou's attack to miss.
At best, they'd cut off a few weasel hairs and let them slowly drift down from mid-air.
"Damn it, damn it!"
I'm going to kill you!
Gong Gou was furious and flew into a rage, slashing with his long sword incessantly, leaving trails of afterimages.
The opponent was, after all, a fifth-grade martial artist of the Acquired Realm, and the gap between the two was too great.
Under this relentless onslaught, even the old weasel gradually became unable to withstand it and was slowly forced into a corner.
Gong Gou's men also took the opportunity to come and attack.
Soon, the old weasel was overwhelmed and was in grave danger. It was injured in many places, and its fur was stained red with blood, making it look rather disheveled.
If it weren't for its speed, it would have been chopped into mincemeat long ago.
Dongfang Sheng's heart was in his throat, and he was sweating bullets for the old weasel.
Gong Gou gave a ferocious, cold laugh.
"You beast, I'll see how long you can hold out."
"Everyone, let's put in a little more effort and kill this old weasel to make a snack with our drinks."
Many soldiers responded loudly.
"well."
"I've never eaten weasel meat before."
"It must taste delicious."
"Braise its head, stew its meat, stir-fry its four legs, and remove the tendons to make slingshots."
"Screw you!"
The old weasel was so angry that all the fur on its body stood on end.
I am, after all, a spirit beast walking the path of cultivation, and you actually want to eat me?
A bunch of brats!
But now it is surrounded by people and is in dire straits, looking rather pathetic.
Taking advantage of the old weasel's vulnerability while dealing with several of his men, Gong Gou seized the fleeting opportunity and slashed at the back of the weasel's head with his sword.
His eyes were filled with ferocity, as if he could already see the old weasel being hacked to pieces.
"You beast, die!"
The old weasel also heard the strong wind coming from behind it, but it was entangled with several martial artists in front of it and had no time to dodge, so it could only passively wait for its death.
Despair and lamentation filled my heart.
Am I going to die here today?
It's a pity I haven't even become an immortal yet.
Suddenly, another violent gust of wind blew in, sending sand and stones flying.
A dull thud followed, then a scream, and the crashing sound of bricks breaking.
The long sword on its back did not fall for a long time. The old weasel forced back the martial artists in front of it, turned around and saw that there was a person behind it at some point. It was Ye Feng.
As for Gong Gou, who had ambushed it, he had already been knocked away, crashing into the opposite wall and buried under the broken bricks.
"Young Master Ye!"
The old weasel's eyes reddened. If Ye Feng hadn't arrived in time, it would have been chopped up and cooked tonight.
"Sect Master!"
"You...cough cough...finally arrived..."
The excitement in Dongfang Sheng's eyes was hard to hide.
There's finally hope!
The ghost servants and a group of martial artists who had been knocked to the ground, upon seeing Ye Feng, all seemed like drowning people grasping at a straw.
"Sect Master, save us!"
"Save us."
Ye Feng first untied the ropes binding Dongfang Sheng. Both of Dongfang Sheng's legs had been broken, and he couldn't stand up at all. If Ye Feng hadn't been supporting him, he would have collapsed to the ground long ago, with hardly any intact bones left on his body.
Seeing Dongfang Sheng so badly injured, Ye Feng's eyes filled with murderous intent, and he asked in a deep voice.
"What exactly happened?"
Dongfang Sheng's injuries were too severe, and he could not speak clearly.
Nearby, the less seriously injured Ghost Servant struggled to his feet and came to Ye Feng, recounting what had happened.
"Master, the gentleman was seriously injured by Wei Tianxian's adopted son, Gong Gou, because he refused to offer birthday gifts to Wei Tianxian."
"The other party was very vicious; we were even planning to set him on fire."
"Later, fortunately the old weasel arrived in time."
"We beg the sect leader to do us justice!"
Behind them, a group of martial artists from the Jiangnan martial arts community spoke in unison.
"We beg the sect leader to do us justice!"
Ye Feng recalled searching for Mo Jianfeng's soul earlier.
Yuan Changkong, the commander-in-chief of the Martial Arts Management Division, is going to celebrate the 80th birthday of the eunuch Wei Tianxian in three days.
It seems that this dead eunuch was using the birthday celebration as an excuse to extort money and resources.
The ghost servants in front of him were among the first to follow Dongfang Sheng and join the Blood Mist Sect.
Although the Blood Mist Sect was just a name that Dongfang Sheng had unilaterally chosen.
But as time went on, even Ye Feng tacitly accepted it.
To see one's own people being wantonly destroyed and tormented.
Ye Feng's face immediately darkened, and he turned and walked towards the ruins.
At this time.
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