When Du Xuan rushed over, he saw Gu Zhikun hurriedly used the Great Wind Sword and soared into the air. The horse that had just gotten off the seat had been divided into two by an extremely domineering sword light, and even the woods behind were swept down.
Du Xuan snorted coldly and the ghost step was launched again.
This time, the bald man in black was the first to shout: "Kill that demon cultivator first!"
Hearing this, Du Xuan dared not rush into the crowd, and could only run back and forth quickly in the distance. At the same time, he used a continuous stream of magic, pouring out less than ten masked people with a rush of overwhelming force.
The bald man in black was shocked. The magic tricks used by this demon cultivator were obviously much more powerful than the two of them just now. He didn't dare to be careless at the moment, so he quickly left those martial arts disciples and resisted all kinds of magic with a sword.
This scene made the disciples of the Martial Sect, Gu Zhikun and Zhong Nan, stare at them in shock, unable to believe that this demon cultivator could also use such a dense and domineering magic tricks so quickly.
It was not until this time that Gu Zhikun and Zhong Nan realized Du Xuan's true strength. Oh, no, Du Xuan still retained it at this moment, that is, he had not used the second level of the space art.
"withdraw!"
After holding on for a while, the bald man in black glanced around, stomped his feet hard, and shouted helplessly.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a few masked assassins were left, and soon disappeared in the dark woods.
Until all the assassins disappeared, Du Xuan just put his waist on his waist, gasped heavily, and murmured: "Win?"
The faint moonlight shone on everyone's incredibly shocked face.
It was not until a breeze blew, that everyone suddenly came to their senses and pulled back their somewhat dull eyes from the depths of the dense forest where the masked man fled.
The surviving martial arts disciples rushed to see their companions, but Gu Zhikun and Zhong Nan looked at Du Xuan, still shocked and speechless.
"Elder! Elder!" Suddenly, the leading martial arts disciple shouted anxiously, "Come on! Save my brother!"
Gu Zhikun turned his head suddenly and ran over quickly.
Only Gu Zhikun, the only one who practices medicine, is naturally the only one who can save these martial arts disciples. Of course, when Gu Zhikun was busy treating the injured martial arts disciples, Zhong Nan and Du Xuan were not idle either and helped.
After working on this mountain path for several hours, Gu Zhikun almost exhausted the elixirs he carried with him and finally saved the lives of five martial arts disciples. However, it is hard to say whether these five people's cultivation will have an impact in the future.
"Brother Du." The leader of the martial arts disciple walked to Du Xuan with only respect on his face, without any arrogance he had before. "I didn't expect that you demon cultivators also have such strength, thanks to you this time."
Gu Zhikun and Zhong Nan also felt that their faces were shining when they were praised by the disciples of the Martial Sect. Although, the other party was not telling him.
"Where is it! It's just a lucky sneak attack. If it was a head-on one, I wouldn't be their opponent." Du Xuan quickly said modestly, unwilling to let himself be too conspicuous.
In fact, Du Xuan knew in his heart that he had tried his best this time, but because of the enemy's contempt, he succeeded one after another. If it was really one-on-one, martial arts practitioners should be sure, but those martial arts practitioners were afraid that there would be little chance.
The leading martial arts disciple nodded slightly, as if he agreed with Du Xuan’s statement, but he said very friendlyly: “No matter what, it’s thanks to you this time.”
After a pause, he said again: "You are Du Xuan, right? My name is Wu Changhai. I have been staying in the Demon City in recent years."
Du Xuan nodded, with a look of shame on his face and said, "I'm afraid this assassination is also because of me."
"Hao?" Wu Changhai was stunned, then suddenly realized, and said with a wry smile, "It's a disaster that cannot be avoided, you don't have to worry about it. This time, we are also blamed for being careless, which gave the thief an opportunity to take advantage of."
"Let's go, hurry up overnight and climb over this Pheasant Mountain first." Gu Zhikun said, looking tired.
Everyone urged the horse to set off again, but now there are only six martial arts disciples on the horse's back, two of them lying on the back of the senior brother in front of them, unconscious. The other four were standing on the horse's back, and they were gone.
As for Du Xuan and the other three, the demonic energy and demon consciousness were consumed very well, but their bodies were not seriously damaged. Especially Du Xuan, this battle was a real battle, and the demon consciousness was almost exhausted, comparable to the last time he was assassinated in the Demon Valley.
Just as the group took advantage of the night and continued to rush, a few black dots flashed under the moonlight on a mountain in the distance.
"This Du Xuan is indeed a good piece of material." One of them said softly in black clothes and masked.
"Haha, how could I misjudged the person?" Although the speaker was also wearing black masks, it was the voice of an old man.
After this sneak attack and assassination, everyone was much more careful along the way, but they did not encounter any sneak attacks or assassination. Moreover, that night, the nearby martial arts disciples rushed to reinforce, which made the team grow much stronger.
When the news reached the Wumen, the furious Wumen leader and the elders sent a group of elite disciples to meet him in case anything unexpected happened.
After all, this is the team participating in the league leader's meeting, or the disciples of Wumen and Demon Valley. It is related to the reputation of Wumen and even ASEAN, and it is not a joke.
After the meeting of the leader, the Wumen had investigated the matter with all their might. However, the masked bandits who assassinated Du Xuan and others were found dead in their own villages, and none of them were spared.
There is no doubt that this matter must be secretly instructed by someone. However, all these bandits were silenced and the clues were cut off, so they had to leave it alone.
Of course, this is a later story.
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Speaking of Du Xuan and others, ten days later, under the escort of more than 20 elite martial arts disciples, they finally arrived at Jingwu City safely. After the group arrived at Jingwu City, they just found a restaurant in the city for food, and then went directly to Wuhun Mountain and came to the ASEAN martial arts holy land, Wumen.
Wuhun Mountain stands tall, towering trees and beautiful scenery, stretching for thousands of miles, and the peaks reach the sky.
To be precise, this Wuhun Mountain is actually a mountain range that covers an extremely wide area. It reaches the junction of the Tang Gang and the Nine Palaces in the east, the junction of Du Mansion and Shawang Sect in the north, the junction of Shangguan Pavilion and Shawang Sect in the west, and the entrance of Wuhun Mountain in the south.
When Gu Zhikun and others entered Wuhun Mountain, they set out from Jingwu City at the foot of the southern mountain.
The martial arts practitioner is as light as a swallow, and he relies on his body movements to shuttle through the forest. And the three demon practitioners Gu Zhikun naturally used magic and flew straight to the sky.
Du Xuan has his own magic weapon for air control, but Zhong Nan is not so happy. He can only fly to the top of the martial soul with Gu Zhikun.
The Wuhun Top is located at the top of the highest mountain in Wuhun Mountain, which is the Wuhun Hall of Wumen.
When Du Xuan stepped on the top of the martial soul in the wild Ruyi Shuttle, he was shocked by the majestic Wuhun Hall in front of him. This Wuhun Hall did not have the sense of magnificence, nor was it a jade carving railing. More, it revealed a simple and profound heritage.
The almost hidden roof and the high curved eaves look a little mottled, but not as rich as the flowing elixir. The somewhat dark glazed tiles show the world the long years of the War Spirit Hall.
In front of the Wuhun Hall, where Du Xuan is now, it is an open-air square with a radius of up to one mile. It is incredible that such a large area of flat land can be built on the top of this Wuhun Mountain.
If you stand on the edge of the plain on this mountain top, look at the endless mountains in front of you, overlooking the world, and looking at the people, I am afraid that anyone will have a magnificent spirit of looking around the world and not being the same as me.
"Elder Zhikun, please!" A martial arts disciple dressed in a simple white robe walked respectfully in front of Gu Zhikun.
Gu Zhikun nodded slightly at the visitor. Even though he had been to the Martial Sect several times, he couldn't help but sigh at the majestic momentum of the martial soul.
Following this white-robed disciple, Gu Zhikun and the other two walked into the Spirit Hall. In front of the Spirit Hall, they couldn't help but feel their insignificance, deep awe, and a hint of panic.
"Haha." The laughter resounded throughout the hall, and echoed continuously. Du Xuan looked up and saw an old man with white hair walking in front of him.
Du Xuan looked at this white-haired old man from a distance and seemed to feel familiar.
"Brother Zhikun, it's hard for you all the way." The white-haired old man smiled.
"No, no, no." Gu Zhikun also smiled and replied, "Your disciples escorted all the way, and later sent more people, which made me feel a little disgusted."
The old man with white hair curled his lips and said, "What are you talking about? I am not taking good care of my Wumen, but I am not taking good care of you. Come on, come on! I walked in and said, I haven't seen you for many years."
The two walked all the way to the bottom of the main hall and sat on both sides.
"Du Xuan, Zhong Nan. Come and pay homage to Senior Gu." Gu Zhikun waved his hand, "Senior Gu is the fourth elder of the Wumen."
Du Xuan and Zhong Nan quickly bowed and said, "My younger generation, pay homage to Senior Gu."
"Haha, OK." Gu Lao nodded, smiled and stroked his beard, as if he was approachable, "Don't say anything senior, just call me Gu Lao. Come and sit down."
Du Xuan and Zhong Nan followed Gu Zhikun at the gesture of the white-haired old man. However, both of them sat down half of their butts in fear.
"Zhong Nan is the first name of this year's Demon Fighting Conference. This time, I happened to see what the real competition is, so as not to think that I will be invincible after staying in Demon Valley for a long time." Gu Zhikun glanced at Zhong Nan and introduced.
Gu Lao chuckled twice and said, "Yeah, it's not bad."
Then, Gu Zhikun paused, looked at Du Xuan, and said, "This is Du Xuan, I believe Gu Lao had heard of it for a long time. Mr. Mu's grandson is also the nephew of my apprentice Du Ziwei."
Gu Lao had already stared at Du Xuan next to him, and his deep eyes seemed to see through him. After Gu Zhikun finished speaking, he nodded and smiled: "This should be our second meeting."