Do not die

With martial arts attainments that far exceeded those of a master, coupled with the combination of a first-level top-grade robe, Meng Zhou was like a light and floating black cloud, completely blending into the night.

Floating out of the Zuowang Pavilion, two figures were dotted in the distance.

Although the distance was too far and he couldn't clearly see the figures of the two people in front of him, Meng Zhou still had a more accurate judgment based on the style of the chasing and fleeing two people.

The pursuer is fierce and fast, but like an iron bullet that keeps shooting and jumping.

But the figure of the escapee in front was erratic. Even if he paid careful attention, the figure of the other person would still feel like he was skipping frames from time to time, as if his figure had disappeared into the night at that moment.

Therefore, the pursuer should be Yan Xiong, while the escaper should be Hu Gui who takes the initiative to look for trouble.

After following Zhu Zai for a while, Meng Zhou could clearly feel that the escaping Hu Gui was actually fishing, seducing, and luring Yan Xiong away from Zuowang Hall bit by bit.

This is clearly a trap, and Yan Xiong needs to get into it.

His intention is not difficult to guess. Meng Zhou believes that Yan Xiong can definitely see it.

But Yan Xiong did not turn back decisively for safety reasons, but was actually caught by the other party and ran away so far.

After discovering this strange thing, Meng Zhou, who was already very far away from the two of them, slowed down slightly and further distanced himself from the two of them.

Under the dark night, the naked eye could no longer capture the figures of the two people in the distance. He relied on the breath of the two people who passed by quickly and remained in the air to track them.

Suddenly, three dark red flames lit up in the distance.

They quickly attacked together, and when they exploded one after another, they illuminated the figure of Yan Xiong in the center of the attack.

He was surrounded by a layer of earth-yellow flowing energy, and the combined attacks of three dark red flames blew it to pieces.

But it didn't break after all, and managed to withstand the sudden and sharp blow.

At this moment, a flying sword stabbed viciously at Yan Xiong's lower back from the darkness behind him.

Yan Xiong seemed to have foreseen this scene. A magical sword appeared in his hand. He lifted it up and flew the flying sword dozens of meters away.

The two started a fierce battle, and the chaotic mana spread, causing chaos in the surrounding atmosphere.

Seeing this opportunity, Meng Zhou quietly approached a certain distance, and then merged with the darkness around him, silently watching the battle between the two.

Hu Gui, who is at the ninth level of Qi training, has always taken the initiative. While controlling the flying sword, he would disappear into the darkness from time to time, walking around Yan Xiong, using spells to cooperate with the flying sword, making Yan Xiong more and more powerful. The more difficult it becomes to resist, the more it falls into a disadvantage.

Even though Yan Xiong was losing ground little by little, Meng Zhou still applauded Yan Xiong for his display of fighting power.

If a monk at the seventh level of normal Qi training were in Yan Xiong's position, he would not be able to survive this time.

What's more, Yan Xiong seemed to be in danger, as if he could be overpowered with just a little more force, but he couldn't be overpowered no matter what.

This situation of seeing victory imminent but being unable to implement it is the most annoying thing.

From the flying sword controlled by Hu Gui and the wave after wave of attacks he launched around Yan Xiong, Meng Zhou could clearly feel that the annoyance in his heart was steadily rising with the increase in the frequency of attacks.

At a certain moment, Hu Gui's figure, which was walking nimbly, suddenly stagnated.

The magic power suddenly formed a barrier around the body, shielding the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose from direct contact with the air.

Meng Zhou's heart moved.

poison?

Did Yan Xiong use poison?

He wasn't really standing there to be beaten, but he was using this to distract Hu Gui and make him fall into the trap he set without knowing it?

Yan Xiong, who is said to have become a good doctor after a long illness, and who tried elixirs and turned himself into a "poisonous man", has long been a master in the way of poison!

This is also the reason why he is not afraid of the other party fishing and takes the initiative to step into the trap.

The moment when Hu Gui's flexible figure suddenly stagnated, Yan Xiong seemed to have truly awakened and resurrected. Taking advantage of the moment when the flying sword lacked control and fell into a brief stagnation, he was close to Hu Gui in the blink of an eye.

The long sword in his hand was inserted directly into Hu Gui's chest and into his heart.

Hu Gui looked down at the sword piercing his chest and heart, his face filled with astonishment.

Obviously, he has not come back to his senses at this moment.

Meng Zhou secretly praised Yan Xiong's courage, resourcefulness, and dexterity in this battle.

Sure enough, when it comes to combat talent alone, none of the martial arts masters are efficient.

For normal practitioners, one of their biggest taboos in battle is that they must not let a practitioner with the background of a martial arts master get close.

Yan Xiong's comeback against the wind surprised Meng Zhou, but he also felt a little relieved and was about to retreat quietly.

Suddenly, a humanoid shadow rushed out from Hu Gui's face and hit Yan Xiong's face hard.

"ah!!!"

Yan Xiong, a tough guy like him, suddenly let out a shrill scream. The completely unbearable pain was like being suddenly splashed in the face with concentrated sulfuric acid.

Yan Xiong flew backwards and flew out, screaming, holding his head and rolling on the ground. He hit his head on the ground from time to time, as if he wanted to knock a crack in his head and release some of the pain inside.

When Yan Xiong stepped back and flew out, the long sword he was holding tightly was also pulled out from Hu Gui's heart, and the blood in his heart couldn't stop flowing out.

But at this moment, Hu Gui was like a completely unconscious zombie, completely ignoring the blood flowing out of his heart. His facial features were ferocious and twisted, with strong hatred etched on his face.

With this strong hatred, he stepped closer to Yan Xiong who was lying on the ground.

At this moment, a flying sword flew out of the darkness behind him, and it was close at hand in the blink of an eye.

But Hu Gui was completely unaware of this.

When the flying sword easily cut off his neck, the mana palm that had been appearing out of nowhere quickly lifted his head away from the body. The headless corpse with bleeding heart still maintained its stubborn attitude of moving forward.

Fa Li held Hu Gui's head close to him and looked carefully. Meng Zhou discovered that "Hu Gui" with an extremely distorted facial expression was a completely unfamiliar face.

Meng Zhou looked carefully and peeled off a thin layer of soft membrane from his face, revealing the familiar face of Hu Gui.

Meng Zhou suddenly realized that he guessed that Hu Gui's disguised identity should have a huge grudge against Yan Xiong.

But Yan Xiong didn't know Hu Gui, the owner of Zuowang Hall.

Thinking like this, Mana flew over with a flying sword that fell far away because no one was driving it.

Immediately afterwards, a mana hand followed closely carrying a storage bag obtained by touching the corpse.

The mana hand was dispatched, and in a flash of thought, all the loot gained this time went into his storage bag.

As for this battle, Yan Xiong also made a lot of contributions, and he deserves a share...

Meng Zhou said that whether it was helping him save his life or understanding old grudges, he gained the most.

The physical things I harvested are the most insignificant.

At this moment, Yan Xiong no longer rolled or screamed, and lay there motionless, as if dead.

But Meng Zhou stood fifty or sixty meters away from him and shouted from a distance: "Hey, are you dead?

Just squeak if you're not dead. If you die, I will help you and dig a hole and bury you on the spot. "