Chapter two hundred and eighty third escape
A martial arts expert has an extremely powerful induction ability.
Before this, because Lu Yun had been concealing his breathing technique, the old man in the arsenal might not have noticed his existence.
But at this moment, when Lu Yun's eyes fell on the old man, the old man had also noticed his existence.
The giant hand covering the sky transformed by the old man's Mani handprint has just appeared in the void.
Under the influence of that terrifying power, the pine and cypress tree that Lu Yun had hidden before had begun to turn into powder and scattered on the ground one by one.
The rugged rocks on the earth also seemed to be affected by some inexplicable force, and quickly turned into piles of rocks and gravel.
"So terrifying, what level of warrior is this?" Lu Yun ran wildly in shock.
At this moment, it seemed as if a huge force suddenly fell on him, and his whole body was a little overwhelmed and began to squeak.
The huge palm in the void was as thick as a mountain. At this moment, Lu Yun really felt like a huge mountain was about to be pressed down.
The old man within the third level of the arsenal may not be as simple as the realm of magical powers.
His every move, every move, gives people a sense of unstoppable and irresistible heaviness.
"Puff..." Several mouthfuls of blood spurted out wildly, and the huge palm in the void had not yet completely fallen, and Lu Yun was already seriously injured.
Faced with this kind of existence, he had no intention of fighting at all. At this moment, he was just thinking about escaping as far as he could.
In the arsenal, there were already figures flying out and shooting straight towards Lu Yun.
With such a big noise, it is normal for these magical warriors stationed in the first two levels of the arsenal to have such a reaction.
"Boom...", the huge palm in the void finally fell completely at this moment.
The entire ground shook wildly for a while, and a huge palm print several feet deep was clearly presented on the solid ground.
Holding on to the pressure that seemed to be weighing ten thousand pounds, Lu Yun finally escaped from the coverage of the giant palm.
However, the aftermath of the giant palm still shocked him like a ferry in the stormy waves, throwing him over and hitting him.
When he actually landed on the ground, he was covered in bruises.
Lu Yun was thankful that when the giant palm fell, the terrifying pressure he had endured finally disappeared, which made him feel relaxed.
Lu Yun had no time to worry about the injuries he had fallen on. As soon as he landed on the ground, he was already thrusting with a carp, rolled over and ran forward.
The owner of the giant palm, the mysterious old man within the third floor of the arsenal, was not sure whether he was worried that Lu Yun would dig the tiger away from the mountain or for some other reason, after slapped that palm, he did not chase out of the arsenal.
The only ones who really pursued Lu Yun were the ordinary magical warriors stationed on the first and second levels of the arsenal.
However, when those people chased out, it happened to be when the giant palm fell in the void.
Although the giant palm did not deliberately target these guys, they still delayed for a while because of the sand and the rocks and huge trees flying everywhere.
Lu Yun, who was running wildly not far away, now only had a faint back in their eyes.
"Bold thief, dare to peek into the important area of my arsenal. If you don't want to die without a complete body, hurry up and surrender!"
"Boy, you're dead. For decades, Iron Blood Sect, you are still the first person to dare to attack our sect arsenal!"
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Amid the angry shouts, many people have been pouring out from various locations in this area, blocking Lu Yun's way.
Lu Yun was already very injured. At this moment, he had no way out and pursued the soldiers later. How could he be interested in tangling with the ordinary underground in the Iron Blood Sect?
"Those who block my way will die!" While running wildly, Lu Yun waved his hand.
In the void, countless void sword shadows instantly condensed.
This is a common spell called Qi Sword Technique that he obtained in the spiritual land some time ago.
Although this kind of spell has not been too powerful in single attack power, it is extremely good at dealing with group attacks.
More importantly, after obtaining this magic inheritance, Lu Yun never showed this Qi Sword technique in front of outsiders.
Those who block Lu Yun's way are basically all the open and secret whistles within the Iron Blood Sect. Their strength is limited and they are basically all under the innate nature.
"Ah...ah..." There were screams everywhere.
Although the magic used by Lu Yun is relatively not strong, how could ordinary disciples like the Iron Blood Sect resist it?
In just one blink of an eye, at least four or five people had died instantly on the spot.
"Be careful, this thief is stubborn. Faced with our obstruction, he dares to resist..."
Amid a wail, there were a few roars mixed in.
However, the person who spoke had just said halfway through his words, and it had already stopped abruptly, because at this time, a sword of Qi had already pierced his chest.
The number of disciples of the Iron Blood Sect who blocked Lu Yun's way was at least twenty or thirty.
But under Lu Yun's Qi sword technique, at least nearly half of the people had fallen to the ground in less than a single moment.
The remaining people were already in scattered, watching Lu Yun sweep past them.
There was a clear fear in their eyes when they looked at Lu Yun.
Those who were chasing behind Lu Yun were all powerful physical warriors.
Those who intercept Lu Yun’s way will definitely be considered a great achievement as long as they can stop Lu Yun for a moment.
It’s a pity that Lu Yun was so powerful that these people had died nearly half of them in an instant, but did not bring him any obstacles.
"What are you still here for a bunch of people? If you don't hurry up and notify the others in the sect, can you still want to watch the thief in front of you escape?"
The group of innate warriors chasing behind Lu Yun finally came here. They cursed and roared at the group of ordinary warriors who were at a loss when they were killed or injured.
Not far ahead, it was the turn of the mountain road. Lu Yun had already passed the bend and temporarily disappeared from their sight.
The group of magical warriors looked ugly. They looked at each other. In addition to leaving two people to recover from the aftermath, the remaining people rushed forward again.
"Where is the person? Why is it gone?"
"We have been following the thief, and the distance between us is only twenty or thirty meters at most."
"Unless he can fly and escape, he will never be able to escape without a trace at just such a distance?"
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A group of powerful men of the Iron Blood Sect's magical powers looked at each other, staring at each other with big eyes.
Chapter completed!