Chapter 363

A calm and affirmative voice came, and He Miaocong almost couldn't suppress his anger. What do you mean there is no essential difference between fighting and running? If there is no difference, have we traveled such a long way in vain?

Really, it sounds better than singing!

After all, he is a person who has practiced Taoism for many years and has a pure heart and few desires, so his emotions don't fluctuate that much. He took a few deep breaths, silently chanted "Wulian Tianzun" a few times, and slowly his heart was floating.

He whispered to the four brothers and sisters beside him: Get ready. Then he glanced around, exhaled a long breath, and drew his sword helplessly.

"Master Zhao, you really made me suffer."

Zhao didn't comment, and laughed: "Don't say anything that is not conducive to unity! In the face of danger, we can only do our best."

Turning around and seeing the serious face, He Miaocong couldn't help but grit his teeth. Here it comes again, I like this on the mountain, and I still don't change after going down the mountain. The words are beautiful and impeccable, but the work... is always vague.

What made it hard for him to accept was why he was the victim, whether on the mountain or at the foot of the mountain?

Could it be that he was really unlucky?

Noticing a slight change in He Miaocong's expression, Zhao decisively changed the subject, "Master He, we are facing a powerful enemy, don't be distracted."

"I know."

When speaking, He Miaocong's expression was bitter, and the tip of his sword swayed slightly, obviously reluctant.

After just a few words, the people who blocked on the left and right had quickly approached, and there was a sound of intense friction between the treetops. The two of them didn't care about the sharp edge, and the true energy on their bodies rose and diffused at the same time, and they took their positions on the left and right.

"Master He, fight and run, don't fight!"

"I don't need to save you!"

After the instructions, Zhao took the lead, rushed out with a knife, and chopped from top to bottom.

The first to strike is the strongest, and the last to strike will suffer. Taking advantage of the fact that the pursuers are not yet stable, it is a hard truth to take advantage of as much as possible. If you fight against a large number of people with a small number of people, and dare not show your sword first, you will definitely die.

"Crazy! How dare you!"

The third-rank warrior who was in the front had just stood firm when the dazzling knife light was approaching. The screams behind him came into his ears, and the threat of death made his face change drastically and his hair stood on end. But the timing was wrong. It was the time when the old and new breaths were changing, and he had no time to raise his true energy. He could only watch the knife light pass through his body.

Blood splashed, and the knife cut him in half. Zhao Ju didn't even look at it, and rushed forward again, heading straight for the second one, swinging a few knives in succession.

With the living example in front of him, the second man was a little prepared and narrowly dodged a few knives. Unfortunately, he soon became a spent force, and Zhao Ju grabbed his palm and cut off his head with a knife.

"Bold!"

"Insolent!"

Seeing the two people being killed, the people behind pointed at Zhao Ju and scolded him. Then they looked at each other, and rushed out to surround Zhao Ju in the middle without making a move, but just stared at him.

Being stared at by several pairs of green eyes, he was also a little nervous, and couldn't help but tighten the knife in his hand.

"Put down the knife, we just want to know where Xu Zhenjun was buried, we don't want to kill anyone." Someone explained.

The others quickly echoed, "Yes, as long as you put down the knife and tell us clearly, we will definitely save your life. Otherwise, don't blame us for being merciless."

"Boy, the things are good, but they are not as good as your life!"

"We are all here for Xu Zhenjun, there is no need to fight to the death. Tell me, I guarantee you will leave safely."

Zhao Jue sneered at these so-called "good advice". Let's not talk about whether he knows it or not. Even if he knows it and tells it, will they believe it? What if they don't believe it?

It's just words to fool three-year-old children.

"Haha, how can you be sure that I must know where Xu Zhenjun was buried?"

For a moment, several people were speechless. They looked at each other, without any answer, but stared at Zhao Jue, afraid that he would run away.

For them, it doesn't matter whether the news is true or false. Whether it is true or false, as long as you spend some effort, you can always verify it clearly. If they let him go, they wouldn't even have a chance to verify it.

They knew what was important and what was not.

Besides, it was something illusory, and they were betting on a trace of truth among all the lies. Therefore, they couldn't let go of this possibility!

Maybe... what was in front of them was real?

So they simply ignored Zhao Jue's words. They heard them, but they didn't say a word.

Seeing that they didn't respond, Zhao Jue insisted and asked with a smile: "Why don't you say anything? Don't you want to answer me, or... you don't know whether it's true or not?"

Faced with the aggressive and even sarcastic questions, they had a tacit understanding and kept silent, without even changing their expressions.

"Boring, really boring." Zhao Jue shook his head.

The restrained true energy on his body spread out again, and the blade pointed directly at the few people, and he shouted contemptuously: "Since you are all unwilling to answer, then follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, and see the truth with your hands!"

After saying that, he swung his knife and chopped it down without saying anything. With the addition of true energy, the knife was extremely fast and exquisite. You could only see the bright light and could not see the trajectory of the blade.

"Looking for death!"

"You don't listen to my good advice, so I'll capture you first!"

"You attacked first, so you can't blame us!"

Several people responded and several true energy rose up one after another. Countless swords and figures flashed, and where the true energy was diffused, there was a huge momentum, attacking Zhao Jiu in the center from different directions.

At the same time, He Miao rolled her long sword and stabbed a person with ease, then pulled out the long sword and brought up a handful of scarlet. The remaining four Wudang disciples all swung their long swords and cooperated with each other to block several people. Occasionally, the long swords appeared at strange angles, bringing up smear of blood and forcing the attackers back.

While the two sides were fighting, the people chasing them out of the town were not slow in their steps. They were already approaching the hillside, only a hundred steps away from them.

Sensing the fluctuations of the true energy, Zhao knew that he could not be delayed, otherwise he would be trapped. So he stopped being cautious and used a concealed weapon and poisonous smoke when drawing the knife.

Unconsciously, in the woods on the hillside, traces of colorless and odorless white smoke floated into the air.

Without giving the others time to react, Zhao held a knife in one hand to block the stabbing sword and gathered his true energy in the other. He swung his sword across to force back the attacking people, then stepped forward with his toes, ignoring who was in front of him, and slapped him on the abdomen to fight them back.

Taking this opportunity, he took a few steps back, turned around and shouted to He Miaocong: "Let's go up the mountain!"

Hearing this, He Miaocong didn't like fighting at all, and the sword in his hand changed his attack continuously, forcing several people in front of him to retreat. He turned around and winked at the four people, followed Zhao Ju's steps lightly, and quickly rushed up the mountain.

Soon the two changed positions, with He Miaocong leading the way, while Zhao slowed down and stayed at the end. While moving left and right to avoid the flash of swords and shadows, he threw out a few hidden weapons to block the pursuers behind him.

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