Looking at the crowd of people in front of him firing various hot weapons randomly, Lan Xiong stood in front of Zhu Mo to provide cover: "With this kind of firepower, we have to be careful of sudden attacks from saints hiding in the dark... It's difficult."
"Young Master, do you want me to lead people to rush over?" Lan Xiong asked Zhu Mo.
Zhu Mo smiled faintly and glanced back at Wu Xi: "Wu Xi, take your people and go first."
"ah?"
Wu Xi behind him broke out in a cold sweat and immediately laughed out loud: "Haha... Master, you really know how to joke. Isn't it tantamount to seeking death for me to lead people out?"
Is Zhu Mo going to take this opportunity to kill these surrendered Red Sword mercenaries?
Zhu Mo snorted coldly, his face gloomy and said: "Are you questioning my decision?"
"Uh... I don't dare."
Feeling the murderous gazes coming from all around, Wu Xi swallowed his saliva and waved helplessly to his old subordinates: "Go!"
The Red Sword mercenaries dared not speak out and had to bite the bullet and charge forward as human shields.
Even with a superhuman body, it would not be easy to withstand the hail of bullets, and there were also many saints under Zhu Qing lurking around to ambush you.
They can only lure the saint out, and Zhu Mo will then lead people to kill the saint.
Seeing Wu Xi and his men advancing with difficulty, Zhu Mo's heart was in his throat.
No matter how they advanced, no real main force appeared to join the battle.
It is estimated that Zhu Qing also guessed his plan.
The dusty Wu Xi was struggling to deal with the enemies around him. Many of his weaker companions were beaten to pieces and fell down one after another.
The raised dust and sprayed blood merged in the air, forming a sad, beautiful yet cruel picture.
In the end, only Wu Xi and a few saintly masters were left advancing deep into the forest.
"Damn it! Deputy Chief, that Zhu guy really wants us dead, how about we surrender?"
The man who was once a high-ranking member of the Red Sword Mercenaries shouted.
Wu Xi slashed through the enemy's chest with his palm and said coldly: "Stupid! Do you think Zhu Qing is short of a few of us? Don't talk nonsense, lure out the other side's saint, the young master should not let them kill us..."
"Are you sure?" the man asked doubtfully.
"I do...I can't help but think so."
As soon as Wu Xi finished speaking, a sword blade came from the side and hit the man's back.
A deep blood mark suddenly appeared on his back. The man groaned in pain and immediately dodged to the side.
But it was too late, another sword blade was already coming down, leaving him no time to react.
In the distance, General Jiang Haoxuan, a man with golden yellow hair, sheathed his samurai sword and put one hand into his trouser pocket, waiting for him to fall and become a corpse.
However, the opposite happened. At the critical moment, another sword blade flew towards him and collided with his sword. A strong shock wave spread out from the intersection, and the surrounding trees were shaken by the wind.
The man who should have been killed suddenly felt his legs go limp and he sat on the ground trembling all over: "I almost died..."
Jiang Haoxuan, who had not expected this situation, widened his slightly narrowed eyes and quickly locked onto Qin Bin, who was facing him.
"You are still so annoying, I will not let you go today."
Drawing out his samurai sword, Jiang Haoxuan looked at the other party viciously, then pounced on him.
The martial arts that Jiang Haoxuan practiced was Rakshasa Kung Fu, and his speed and agility could be said to have reached the pinnacle.
With his superb swordsmanship, he has never encountered an opponent who can defeat him with cold weapons.
It was not until he met Qin Bin in the Ruble Hall last time that he realized that his swordsmanship was not invincible.
Qin Bin was basically superior to Jiang Haoxuan in terms of skills, strength and speed, which dealt an unprecedented blow to Jiang Haoxuan's self-esteem.
At one point he even wondered if he had regressed.
Jiang Haoxuan slashed at Qin Bin several times at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, but Qin Bin took them all with ease.
"Humph... Young Master, you are really brave. You just barged in with a few people. Do you think no one dares to kill you?"
The second general, Guo Zixun, appeared. A hint of sarcasm appeared on his wrinkled face, and then he slowly raised his foot.
A fierce cold light radiated from his eyes, and the soles of his feet, wearing black cloth shoes, landed heavily on the ground, causing several circles of dark red ripples.
Puff... A huge leg appeared in the air, with countless yellow paper and blood characters of curse words stuck on its thigh and calf, and it stomped towards Zhu Mo fiercely.
That huge red sole was enough to crush everyone in Zhu Mo's group into meat paste.
Blue Bear immediately raised his strong arms to resist the giant foot. However, the force of the giant foot was so great that it tore Blue Bear's sleeves, revealing his strong and explosively muscular arms.
This level of power is effortless for the blue bear who is born with supernatural powers.
Then several saints hiding in the mountains appeared and joined the battle.
The Mo guards behind Zhu Mo rushed forward, leaving only Blue Bear and Zhu Mo carrying the giant red foot.
Looking at Guo Zixun's disdainful look, Zhu Mo laughed instead of getting angry.
He was also glad that Zhu Qing did not use his ultimate move to call Qi Wei over at the beginning. He was still very confident in dealing with the two generals.
He is just an old man in his twilight years, with his life at the end of his rope.
Besides, I know his abilities very well through Cao Yong. This old man is not as mysterious as Qi Wei.
He followed his grandfather Zhu Shang when he was young. He was considered a famous master in the whole Yan Kingdom. His methods, including his hidden tricks, were easy to find out.
"Lan Xiong, you go and help. Leave him to me." Zhu Mo said lightly.
Blue Bear was stunned and stood there in a daze.
You have to know that the only people under the Young Master who can confront Guo Zixun head-on are Xiang Fan and Zhou Lu. How could the Young Master want to deal with him alone?
System, check my physical strength.
【Physical strength: 430.】
"I guess it won't take half the effort to deal with this old man." Zhu Mo said lightly, but his eyes were very cold.
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