Somewhere in the Misty Forest, Li Ping'an was walking around in the forest like a leisurely stroll.

He did not walk cautiously like most monks, and even made various marks from time to time.

Li Ping'an seemed to be familiar with the road, making choices easily among the extremely complicated forks in the road, and would soon be able to get out of the maze of the huge poisonous miasma.

Suddenly, he frowned, and his originally calm eyes suddenly became turbulent and fierce.

"Han Mo, it seems that you are in trouble!"

In a few more steps, Li Ping'an could walk through the miasma maze, but he turned around without any hesitation and walked deeper into the miasma forest.

This time, he no longer strolled leisurely and leisurely as before.

His steps became faster and faster, as if something urgent was waiting for him ahead.

Not long after, Li Pingan seemed to have gone in the wrong direction and came to an unfamiliar path. At the end of the road, he was enveloped by a colorful miasma.

All monks know that this colorful miasma is extremely poisonous. If you are not careful, if you get even a trace of it, your intestines will be broken and you will die without a burial place.

This is not just casual talk, it is the experience and lessons summed up through the blood and tears of countless senior monks.

At the beginning, many monks did not believe in evil and braved this colorful poisonous miasma. As a result, they all died miserably.

Therefore, all monks now have a consensus.

Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely... you cannot touch the colorful miasma!

However, at this moment, if anyone were present, they would be scared to death.

Because Li Ping'an didn't care, he stumbled into the colorful miasma at the end of the path.

Even if he is a natural swordsman with extremely high qualifications, it is impossible for him to withstand such a powerful poisonous miasma, right?

It stands to reason that after Li Ping'an was exposed to the poisonous miasma, he would soon be poisoned and die.

However, Li Ping'an walked easily through the colorful miasma as if nothing happened.

When the miasma came into contact with Li Pingan, it did not cause any harm to him at all.

Not only that, but in the miasma, from time to time, one or two unknown small beasts would pass through the low bushes.

Even these weak little beasts showed no signs of death from poisoning.

Obviously, this miasma mass, although bright and colorful, is not poisonous.

After passing through this miasma, Li Ping'an kept moving forward without stopping.

Soon, he came to the fork.

A fork separates two paths, extending separately.

The first trail is twists and turns, deep and long, and I don’t know where it leads.

The other path is very short, and at the end of the path is also shrouded in colorful miasma.

This miasma mass is almost identical to the previous one, without any difference.

But this time, Li Ping'an didn't even look at the miasma mass, and turned around to walk towards another winding path.

Li Ping'an was followed by a small beast. The little beast called out "chirp" and rushed towards the miasma.

In its eyes, the two miasma masses were exactly the same, and it subconsciously regarded this miasma mass as its nest just now.

However, when the little beast first came into contact with the miasma, an extremely terrifying scene happened.

The miasma clung to the little beast, as if it were alive, and quickly spread upward.

The little beast let out a pitiful cry, and the miasma penetrated into its body.

The flesh under the fur of the little beast swelled rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there were countless ferocious earthworms squirming inside its body.

At first, the little beast was still rolling all over the ground and howling miserably.

But in less than three breaths, the little beast's skin and flesh shriveled up bit by bit, and finally turned into a pool of pus and blood, leaving it dead without a place to bury it.

The entire miasma mass was obviously filled with poison.

The two miasma masses at the front and back are obviously exactly the same, but one is non-toxic and the other is highly poisonous.

What's even more amazing is that Li Ping'an can recognize it at a glance, as if he is extremely familiar and understanding of this place.

Li Ping'an's figure quickly shuttled through the miasma forest. Sometimes he walked along the winding path, and sometimes he walked directly through the miasma mass, traveling at an extremely fast speed.

At this time, the fight between Wang Hui and Han Mo was in full swing.

Originally, with Wang Hui's strength at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, it would be effortless to deal with Han Mo.

He has always regarded Han Mo as an ant, but he does have this strength.

In the past, Wang Hui could easily crush Han Mo to death.

But now, no!

The first is Han Mo. After Chen Tongxuan's enlightenment, his strength has been upgraded four levels in a row, and he has been promoted to the fifth level of Qi refining. Although he is not strong, he has a certain ability to protect himself.

Then let’s talk about Wang Hui, who lost his right arm with Li Ping’an’s thunderous sword.

For monks in the Qi refining stage, the true energy is condensed in the body and cannot be released to injure the enemy. At the same time, it cannot activate magic weapons and talismans. Basically, it still follows the fighting routines of warriors in the secular world.

Without his right hand, Wang Hui's combat effectiveness was greatly reduced, almost half of which was lost.

Under the circumstances, although Han Mo was still far from Wang Hui's opponent, it was not that easy for Wang Hui to kill him.

boom!

Han Mo was kicked by Wang Hui again. His whole body was like a rag bag and he fell backwards.

vomit!

Han Mo spat out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes were extremely determined. He got up from the ground and rushed towards Wang Hui without hesitation.

The wooden sword in his hand stabbed Wang Hui fiercely with the force of a charge.

At this moment, Wang Hui looked ferocious and furious.

He never dreamed that an ant-like handyman would actually fight him back and forth.

damn it!

Wang Hui was almost mad. He raised the sharp dagger in his hand and stabbed Wang Hui in the heart.

Both of them were red-eyed and merciless, wanting to put the other to death.

kill!

Seeing that blood was about to splatter on the spot, life and death, Wang Hui suddenly came to his senses and realized something was wrong.

Now he is using a dagger, and the attack range is not as good as the wooden sword in Han Mo's hand.

Although, with his profound martial arts attainments, he could make up for this gap and pierce Han Mo's heart with a dagger first.

However, if this happens, the wooden sword in Han Mo's hand will crush his Adam's apple in the next breath.

Once his Adam's apple was broken and his trachea was shattered, Wang Hui would be dead, and his death would be extremely painful.

Wang Hui hesitated immediately. He wanted to kill Han Mo, not to die with Han Mo.

Even if we want to die together, we can't die with this kind of handyman and a bastard. At least we have to exchange one life with Li Ping'an to be worthy of it.

When there was no time to spare, Wang Hui withdrew the dagger and retreated.

Momentum, pay attention to moving forward in an unstoppable manner.

Wang Hui was frightened, and as soon as he retreated, he was immediately suppressed by Han Mo.

The small wooden sword in Han Mo's hand was swinging like the wind, forcing Wang Hui to retreat repeatedly.

Finally, Wang Hui was hit in the ribs by Han Mo with a sharp sword.

Although the small wooden sword has no edge, it is impossible for Han Mo to activate the power of thunder in the nine-turn thunder strike jujube sword like Li Ping'an, but the force of this sudden draw is extraordinary!

The nine-turn lightning strike jujube wood sword is extremely hard. If it is struck under the ribs, it is the same as being hit hard by a fine steel rod.

A sharp pain came, and Wang Hui's face turned pale and pale.
Chapter completed!