The Dragon's War Horse raised his hand and swung his sword at Chen Mo. It seemed that he would slice his throat with a single stroke. At this moment, the movement in his hand suddenly stopped.
Long Zhan Tian turned his gaze to his back, where a white figure emerged from nowhere. It wasn't Long Feiwu, who else could it be.
Chen Mo's eyes suddenly widened in shock, his face filled with astonishment. He looked at the figure that emerged remotely and said, "Brother Xiao Tian, you…"
Long Feiwu gave Long Zhan Tian a cold glance and then shouted towards Chen Mo, "What are you waiting for? Run!"
As soon as the words fell, Long Feiwu turned and ran in the opposite direction.
At this moment, Long Zhan Tian had no more interest in Chen Mo. He raised his sword and charged out fiercely, heading straight towards Long Feiwu's side to attack.
"Go!"
Chen Mo cursed under his breath, finally realizing that Long Feiwu's appearance was to save his life.
But he had clearly seen just a moment ago that Long Feiwu's white clothes were stained with several crimson stains, which was definitely an injury.
That means the bloodstains along the path all the way to the cave were left by Long Feiwu.
Thinking about this, Chen Mo felt uneasy. If that's the case, Long Feiwu is already badly injured. If she is chased by Long Zhan Tian, she will certainly die.
Without time to think more, Chen Mo immediately jumped up. Zhu Hu beside him also got up with difficulty.
"Zhu Hu, can you still fight?"
"Roar"
Zhu Hu did not respond. He roared, venting his anger. His words also expressed his attitude.
By any means, we must take him down.
Zhu Hu held the knife and Chen Mo's fists were bare, and they quickly chased after him.
Long Zhan Tian's speed was extremely fast, making it difficult for Chen Mo and the others to catch up. However, Long Feiwu, who was being pursued by the former, was injured and couldn't run fast. It didn't take long before they were caught up with.
A burst of sword qi suddenly struck, piercing through Long Feiwu's shoulder in an instant.
Blood spurted out, and Long Feiwu's already weak body could no longer bear it, falling heavily to the ground.
Long Zhan Tian had no intention of leaving any room for mercy. Facing the ancestor of the Emperor before him, he raised his long sword and struck out with a fierce slash.
At this moment, Chen Mo had rushed to this place, summoned the Great Treasure and Little Treasure from his body to replenish his missing Qi and blood, and delivered a heavy punch that knocked Long Zhan Tian, who was about to stab Long Feiwu with a sword, out of the way.
Immediately, Chen Mo stepped forward and helped Long Feiwu up from the ground.
Zhu Hu, with his exhausted and heavily injured body, struggled to defend in front of Chen Mo, intending to engage in another battle with Long Zhan Tian.
"Zhu Hu, Long Feiwu is safe. We need to leave quickly."
Chen Mo had no intention to engage with Long Zhan Tian. After saving Long Feiwu, he turned to summon Zhu Hu and urged him to run quickly.
However, Long Zhan Tian's reaction speed was extremely fast. In no time, he had adjusted his state and lifted his Feng Mo Sword, striking at Chen Mo and Zhu Hu again.
Boom
In the next moment, a huge hand suddenly descended from the sky. As the white figures of the two appeared, they stood in front of Chen Mo and Zhu Hu.
"Who are you?"
Chen Mo widened his eyes, recognizing the newcomers instantly. They were none other than the leader of the Feiyun Hall, Song Yunfei, and the Supreme Elder Song Zongliang from some days ago, who had saved them in the first layer of the other space.
“Ancestor Dao, it is our duty to hold this place. You two should leave first”
Song Zongliang turned back and smiled warmly at Chen Mo.
Chen Mo nodded slightly, "Great gratitude doesn't have to be expressed in words."
Saying this, Chen Mo picked up Long Feiwu and summoned Zhu Hu. They quickly left the place.
"Master, is it too early for us to intervene now..."
Song Yunfei slightly furrowed his brow and turned to look at Song Zongliang next to him, curiously asking.
"Ha, if we don't step in now, this immortal treasure will be in the hands of others."
Song Zongliang gently shook his head, "You didn't feel it? The battle between them just now was too great in its impact, and the demonic aura of the Fengmo Sword has already been noticed by outsiders."
"If my guess is correct, I think that the people of Yinlong will be coming soon. I think we should first put an end to this commotion, get our hands on the Fengmo Sword, and deal with the rest later."
Song Zongliang finished speaking, Song Yunfei nodded in agreement.
After that, Song Yunfei acted first, throwing a palm as Long Zhan Tian was about to strike out in anger.
The clash between one sword and one palm, in an instant, sent Song Yunfei flying back hundreds of zhang away. Long Zhan Tian was the same.
However, compared to the battle with Zhu Hu, Long Zhan Tian's aura seemed to be growing stronger now.
"This monster, it really knows how to read people's abilities."
Song Zongliang's eyes narrowed slightly, focusing on the sword with a width of two fingers in the middle. Red light flickered on its surface, then rolled out like mist, filling the entire space.
"Quick fight, quick victory."
Song Zongliang opened his mouth. He had realized that Long Zhan Tian was about to start fighting seriously, and if they really fought, the noise would definitely not be small.
Song Yunfei recovered and quickly moved forward, "Master, with your guidance and my assistance, we will definitely be able to subdue him."
"Good."
Song Zongliang nodded, and his hands rolled up, sleeves bunched up. As seen, the faint aura of clouds and mist emerged from between his palms, compressed one after another until they were palm-sized.
Song Zongliang slapped both palms at the same time, and Song Yunfei simultaneously drew a powerful blow with his palm.
With their combined efforts, the master and apprentice duo's terrifying attack sent Long Zhan Tian reeling several miles away, creating a gaping crack in the mountains that seemed like a chasm in the heavens.
"That monster can't take it anymore. Quick, kill him!"
Song Zongliang shouted loudly, Song Yunfei hurriedly approached, ready to strike, but then seven figures suddenly fell from the sky.
The seven individuals were all dressed in identical black robes, with the same sword hanging at their waists.
"This is..."
Song Yunfei stopped and his eyes showed more seriousness.
Song Zongliang stepped forward, his eyes narrowing slightly, "The Seven Swords of Yinlong, they are the seven top swordsmen in Yinlong. Each of them is a top expert on their own, and when they unite, their strength is terrifyingly powerful."
"I didn't expect it, our side put in so much effort and almost managed to take down the Fengmo Sword, but these guys came to take advantage of the situation."
Hearing this, Song Yunfei's expression became somewhat unpleasant, "The monster we defeated was ours. Why does Yinlong have the right to take it from us? Hmph, even if it comes down to a fight, Yinlong Seven Swords are not necessarily better than us."
"Haha, hahaha."
Among the seven people, the one in charge suddenly pulled out his sword from his waist, flipped his hand behind the sword and pointed at Song Yunfei with the hilt of the sword.
"The master has said that anyone who competes with us for the immortal treasure must be killed without hesitation. I thought you were just ordinary strongmen, but seeing how well you know..."
"Ha, I didn't expect that, I really didn't. You and your apprentice from Feiyun Hall are actually members of the Hidden Dragon. Well, everyone has heard of the extraordinary strength of the Hidden Dragon people. But I wonder if you two can survive in our hands."
Song Yunfei crossed his arms and smiled coldly, "Seven against two, what are you talking about?"
The man who drew his sword smirked coldly, "Yinlong doesn't care about fairness. We just need to complete our task, kill those who deserve it, and the task is done, no matter the means."
"Although we all serve different masters, they have been fighting for so many years, so their characters are probably similar. I don't believe that the Hidden Dragon would be gentlemen."
Song Zongliang waved his sleeve, his face gloomy, "No more chatter, since we are enemies, let's fight then."
Song Yunfei stepped forward, "Master, I will assist you."
