Cultivation of immortality breaks the sky

After he killed his last opponent, no one came forward. Ba Wentian looked at everyone and sneered.

"Anyone else want to make a move? You should know that I have fought more than 20 rounds in a row. If you make a move now, you will gain a great advantage."

Ten breaths passed and still no one responded. At this time, Ba Wentian shouted coldly.

"Since you all don't dare to come on the field, just get out of here and don't get in my way. I don't have the hobby of sharing the spoils with others."

As Ba Wentian finished his words, some people who still wanted to fish in troubled waters, as well as some who were unwilling to give up, finally took a look at the lineup of the "Xuanwu Tribe" of the barbarian camp.

After considering for a while, they all left tactfully. Now the only ones left here were Ba Wentian’s “Xuanwu Tribe” members, Lu Yun and others.

At this time, Ba Wentian was not in a hurry. He stuffed all the 19 storage bags he had just obtained into his body with an excited look on his face. Then he turned to look at Lu Yun and was about to speak.

Suddenly a voice was heard. This voice seemed to be far away in the sky, yet it seemed to be right nearby, giving people a very mysterious feeling.

All I heard was him saying, "Hahaha, Ba Wentian, you're unlucky to meet me."

Just when Ba Wentian guessed the identity of the person, a dagger was already at his throat.

This scene really frightened Ba Wentian. He had just fought nearly twenty consecutive battles, which consumed a lot of his spiritual energy. In addition, the person who came was much stronger than him.

So when the opponent intentionally launched a sneak attack, he was hit without even realizing it.

Then Ba Wentian asked fearfully, "Mo Zheng, what do you want?"

The sneak attacker Mo Zheng smiled cruelly and said, "For the sake of the Xuanwu tribe, I'll give you three breaths of time. Leave all the storage bags except yours, take your people and get out of here."

Ba Wentian was so angry that his eyes turned red as he said, "Mo Zheng, don't go too far. I am..."

Ba Wentian was interrupted by Mo Zheng before he finished speaking, and he only heard him impatiently say: "You know my temper, I am not killing you for the sake of the Xuanwu tribe, but it does not mean that I dare not kill you.

If you are determined to die, I don't mind killing you. If you still don't take your people away after one breath, don't blame me for being rude. "

Ba Wen Tianqi's teeth were gnashing, and he finally said helplessly: "You are so cruel." He then took out the 19 storage bags that he had obtained with great effort and threw them on the ground.

Mo Zheng put away his dagger after seeing this. Ba Wentian looked at him unwillingly. He knew that with Mo Zheng's physical skills, if he wanted to leave, it would be useless even if more people came.

Then he shouted, "Retreat."

Mo Zheng sneered complacently, put away the 19 storage bags, then turned to look at Lu Yun and others and asked.

"Who is Lu Yun?"

Lu Yun stepped forward helplessly and said, "It's me."

Mo Zheng looked at Lu Yun in surprise and said, "Middle stage of foundation building."

Then he looked at Lu Yun with a cruel smile, and the scar on his face that ran through his entire face looked like a centipede that came to life.

"Boy, you are only in the middle stage of foundation building. I am very curious about how you gathered so many points of "Fighting for Immortal Orders"? If you can answer my doubts, then it is not impossible to spare your life."

After hearing this, Lu Yun grinned and said, "What else can I do? It's the same method as yours. I've been killing people all the way here, but that's all."

Mo Zheng smiled cruelly after hearing this, and the scar on his face seemed to come alive as he said, "I really admire your courage. You are still sharp-tongued when you are about to die. Humph, die now."

As Mo Zheng finished speaking, his figure disappeared instantly. When he was about ten feet away from Lu Yun, Mo Zheng revealed his true appearance with disheveled hair.

At this moment, he held his head and hit it with his fists, with an extremely painful expression. Then he looked at Lu Yun with his pupils suddenly shrinking and a look of fear on his face.

"Soul attack, good boy, I will remember you. When I come next time, you will die."

As he finished speaking, Mo Zheng's figure split into four parts, and it was difficult to tell the real from the fake, and he disappeared in front of Lu Yun in an instant.

Lu Yun was shocked at this moment. He was shocked that Mo Zheng was only seriously injured by his "Soul Sword Technique". He had never failed in his "Soul Sword Technique" since he learned how to use it.

Lu Yun was shocked for only a moment, and then Mo Zheng's figure disappeared.

However, in Lu Yun's eyes, Mo Zheng was too tactless. Not only was he only seriously injured by his "Soul Sword Technique", but he also took away so many storage bags without any awareness of leaving behind.

Although Mo Zheng's movements were strange, they were useless under the gaze of Lu Yun's spiritual sense that covered a distance of nearly 120 miles.

Then Lu Yun quickly said, "Sister Shang, you take them to White Tiger City first, and I will go after the guy who ranks tenth on the standings."

After Lu Yun finished speaking, when Yun Shang wanted to give him a few more instructions, his figure had disappeared.

Lu Yun's spiritual sense was fully opened and he discovered that in just a moment, Mo Zheng had already run more than forty miles. Then he sneered.

"When it comes to comparing physical skills with my master, you are far behind."

After discovering Mo Zheng's figure, Lu Yun used the third and second levels of the "Five Elements Escape Technique" to chase after him.

At this moment, Mo Zheng's soul was in turmoil. His face was ferocious for a moment and then returned to normal.

Beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his forehead like rain. After another burst of severe pain, he was in so much pain that he could only roar at the top of his lungs to relieve the pain.

After recovering, Mo Zheng continued to flee frantically. He had been in the world of immortal cultivation for nearly a hundred years, and he knew better than anyone how far the spiritual awareness of a foundation-building cultivator could reach.

In his eyes, Lu Yun at this moment was comparable to the great perfection of foundation building, or even better, so even though he had already escaped fifty miles away from Lu Yun.

But he still didn't dare to stay even for a moment, and continued to flee for his life, dragging his tired and painful body.

Unfortunately, just after he ran away for more than ten miles, he suddenly found that Lu Yun was waiting for him a mile ahead.

This discovery almost scared Mo Zheng to death. He thought that among the cultivators who had reached the great perfection of foundation building, his body movement skills were not the best, but they could be ranked among the best.

Unexpectedly, this weird guy was faster than him, even several times faster than him. Then a sharp pain came over his head again.

Mo Zheng hit his head hard with his fist in pain. After recovering, he assessed the current situation.

Then he dragged his exhausted figure to a place a hundred feet away from Lu Yun, walked up to him and knelt down to beg for mercy without saying a word.

"My fellow Daoist, I am blind and cannot recognize Mount Tai. No, I should say that those cultivators who surrounded you before are all blind.