It is not difficult to understand Baimu. It should be the centipede monster that appeared in Taiping County. After all, the opponent's magical powers are too recognizable.

Then, who is the Marquis? Thinking of this, with the support of the memory palace, a slightly vague figure suddenly appeared in Zhang San's mind.

If his calculations were correct, the identity of the lovebird that had resurrected from a dead body on Cuifeng Mountain could probably be confirmed.

…

Zhang San could hesitate and pause, but Murong Takuhai would never indulge him. After twenty years of hard training in boxing, even Xu Xiaoqi would not dare to look down on him like this.

However, just as his hands were wrapped in a strong wind and he was about to smash towards Zhang San's vital points, an inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly came over him.

Cloud Gate, Jiuwei...

If Murong's boxing style was aimed directly at the vital points, then the moment he was about to get close to Zhang San, all the fatal points on his body would be presented to Zhang San one by one.

Indeed, Murong, who was born into a royal family, was indeed extremely talented. In terms of cultivation, he had been practicing hard for twenty years without any hesitation, regardless of the seasons.

But who isn't? Before Murong's fist landed on Zhang San's Adam's apple, a slap suddenly appeared in his vision and covered Murong's face.

There was no crisp sound, nor any terrifying momentum. Everything seemed to indicate that it was just an ordinary slap.

However, who among the people present was an ordinary person? Looking at the skin torn off Zhang San's hands and the visible swelling on Murong's face, just as the monk was about to persuade him not to be too angry, Murong's words directly pushed him back.

"Monk, hold up the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover for me. I want him to die today!"

"Pooh!!"

Regardless of whether the monk agreed or not, he angrily spat out a broken tooth, and accompanied by the surge of innate qi, Murong grabbed the King Yu's Spear and rushed towards Zhang San again.

"Take my spear!"

It was once said on the battlefield that a general armed with a hammer and a stick cannot be defeated by force, and what King Yu said about his spear naturally applies to this as well.

Seeing that just a light blow had the impact force to tear the ground dozens of meters apart, Zhang San couldn't help but feel fortunate for his own caution.

After all, he was surrounded. Even though the other party had said before that he wanted to fight him in a duel, who would believe such nonsense?

In other words, even if the monk and the purple-gold marten did not take action, they just watched the battle from the sidelines, which would already require Zhang San to pay a lot of attention.

And the magic weapon mentioned earlier also needs special attention.

He was fighting against people of the same level, and one against three. If he didn't fight carefully, he might not be able to leave Gaoyou Lake alive today.

Zhang San wanted to observe more, but Murong, who was like a dog-skin plaster, did not give him the chance at all.

"Haha, why are you running? Come and fight!"

[Zhang San: Amazing power, but extremely reckless behavior. Is this a disguise? Or is this his true nature?]

[In fact, there is no need to dwell on it. The battle situation is not favorable. It is better to leave and reunite with Gao Dan. With the identity of the Grand Princess of Dajin as a cover, I don't believe that Emperor Qi Ling can watch her die in Jiangdu. ]

Although he does look a bit cowardly, with hundreds of years of experience, Zhang San is no longer old enough to be a hero.

Obviously, faced with such a dilemma, after just a brief thought, he made preparations to retreat.

It was indeed a pity that he failed to take the opportunity to get rid of the purple-golden fox marten, but it was not to the point of risking his life! With Zhang San's state of mind, no matter how chaotic the world was, he could keep his clarity. However, just as he was about to activate the Flying Thunder God Talisman and prepare to escape, an extremely hot resistance forcefully stopped his escape.

"How is it possible...wait, that thing can also block escape armor?"

As if noticing the surprise on Zhang San's face, Murong, who was about to launch an attack, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Haha, don't waste your energy. Our treasure is many levels higher than the Mountain and Sea Cone. You'd better stay here and watch out! Watch out!"

Feeling the increasingly hot air around him, Zhang San looked at Murong with disgust and gave up his last fantasy.

Since I can't use the escape technique to leave, it would be the same to kill all the people in front of me and then leave.

“clang~”

As they got close to each other, dazzling sparks burst out on King Yu's spear. After sensing that Zhang San's arm strength was insufficient, Murong, who was born a warrior, hurriedly added a little more strength, preparing to use it to defeat the opponent.

But before he could continue to apply pressure, an inexplicable feeling of weightlessness suddenly appeared in his heart.

This is... the weapon is broken? How is it possible... This is Li Cunxiao's Hundred Weapons Sequence! Looking at Zhang San's blade that was so close, Murong Tuohai could only pray for the protection of his magical powers without caring about the surprise in his heart.

[I am the unworthy descendant of the later generations, Murong Tuohai, please help me, my ancestors! ]

[I am the most famous general of the Sixteen Kingdoms, an expert in both battle and battle formation—Murong Ke! ]

Splitting long spears, tearing soft armor, when facing objects, the blade transformed from the abyss of hell is so sharp.

However, just as Zhang San was about to pierce the opponent's heart with his long knife, a red light flashed in Murong's left eye. The cat that was originally considered a sickly cat in Zhang San's eyes actually had the aura of a ferocious tiger.

"Set up the formation!"

Deploy the formation?

There was no formation diagram, and no formation materials. What kind of formation was he setting? Zhang San never tolerated such crooked ways, and no matter what the other party was doing, the blade in his hand did not deviate at all.

only……

"This touch doesn't seem to be the heart."

"Hey, why did these two people have to wait until the critical moment to call me out? If I had come a step later, I would have been attacked by swords and there would be no way to save me.

But I have to say that this little guy is really good at tactics and decisive!"

Looking at his right arm that was still severed despite being protected by the Heavenly Wolf Dharma Image, Murong Ke couldn't help but express his sincere admiration.

Although he managed to disrupt the cause and effect of each other by using the military strategy of escaping from the golden cicada shell and successfully saved Murong Takuhai from Zhang San's blade, the opponent's high attainments in swordsmanship were still frightening.

Even if he has lost his target, even if he has the protection of the Dharma, he can still hit the opponent driven by instinct.

Based on this point alone, if one's status is not high enough, as many people as possible will die in natural disasters.

"Hey, you over there, stop watching the show and come over to help me. I'm seriously injured."

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there."

[Monk: This tone, is it Murong Ke? I think we can take him down now.]