Seeing Chu Yang rushing up like a madman, Mo Yunwei couldn't help but feel inexplicably timid, and turned his body away to get out of the way!
Chu Yang suddenly felt that everything in front of him was empty, and he had already broken out of the tight siege.
"Asshole! Why don't you stop him! What are you doing to get out of the way? Are you afraid of that person!" The two Mo Yun guards who were staggering back roared loudly! Their retreat momentum has not stopped, but they have already seen
Chu Yang broke through the last line of defense and couldn't help but roar and scold angrily.
The Mo Yunwei just woke up from a dream. He shouted wildly and turned around to chase after him. However, he was swarmed by people from the two sects who followed him, and chopped him into pieces with one sword and one person at a time.
"Everyone, follow me!" Chu Yang shouted without looking back, and rushed into the woods opposite with a lot of blood dripping from his body.
Behind him, everyone tried their best to catch up!
This group of people sneaked into the dense forest like a whirlwind.
In the distance, a strong wind carried the flames all over the sky, sweeping over the sky and covering the earth. In front of the flames, there was Meng Wuya and his men, and everyone was rushing towards this direction like meteors.
On the left and right sides, there were also countless figures rushing over.
Less than thirty breaths of time before and after, it was the difference between life and death!
"Where is Chu Yang? Where is he?" someone asked impatiently.
"Hiss..." Some people looked at such a tragic scene and gasped for air.
In any case, Chu Yang finally broke through this death blockade and walked away.
The best and most dangerous dead end is broken!
Mo Yunwei and the Silver Armor Soldiers did not hesitate much and immediately divided their forces. First, more than a hundred people chased them. Then, after people who arrived one after another asked about the situation, more than a thousand people chased them one after another.
After half a stick of incense, Meng Wuya finally arrived here.
"Where are the people?" Meng Wuya asked angrily.
"... Escaped..." A commander of Moyun Guard lowered his head in shame. On his body, there were more than a dozen sword wounds scattered across his body, and they were all bleeding out before they could be bandaged.
Every sword wound was a serious injury that could be seen deep in the bones. This commander, whose cultivation had reached the peak of the heavenly and human levels, was already dead due to the serious injuries!
"Escaped? How did you escape?!" Meng Wuya couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was obviously a fatal situation. How could he escape?!
"Things changed so suddenly. The five thousand people on our side formed a huge net and surrounded us. However, they were too scattered and had no time to gather together. They already encountered Chu Yang and his group. They were piled up on the
In the first round, forty or fifty people exposed themselves at the same time, creating a huge explosion. The result..."
The commander of Mo Yunwei was ashamed, heartbroken, and depressed.
Meng Wuya checked all the conditions at the scene in a very short period of time, but while watching, he let out a long sigh.
"They are all the corpses of our own family members. There is not even a single corpse over there. At most, there are only some stumps and broken arms!" There was a hint of sincere respect in Meng Wuya's voice: "It's so thorough..."
"General, I'm afraid these people have gone crazy! It's as if they don't care about their lives at all!" The commander of Mo Yunwei swayed, finally couldn't hold on anymore, and fell to the ground: "Facing the
There is absolutely nothing we can do against such an enemy, and conventional tactics are useless. But since we cannot avoid it, we can only resist with our own strength! So many brothers died in this way. The situation at that time was really too tragic."
"How many people have we lost in this wave of fighting?" Meng Wuya asked.
"Mo Yun Guard, one hundred and seventy people died, and thirty-five silver-armored soldiers." The leader of Mo Yun Guard laughed miserably: "More than two hundred brothers were just lost. It only took half a cup of tea before and after. That's it."
A little bit of time.
Meng Wuya sighed deeply.
When these ten thousand people followed him out, so far, they have lost close to a thousand!
Although more than 90% of the target enemies have been killed, the remaining ones are probably more difficult to deal with than the last.
As a general, what kind of enemy is the most difficult to deal with?
Calm enemies, cruel enemies, thoughtful enemies, wise enemies, etc., etc., etc. There are different things to see, but enemies who are not afraid of death, there is no doubt that they can always be included in the top three of this ranking!
Meng Wuya was silent for a moment and looked at the soldiers around him. After he brought these people out, how many of them would be able to follow him back safely in the future?
How many people will be buried here forever?
He said silently: "Chase!"
No matter what, things have reached the point where they are now, and there is no room for change, let alone turning back.
Chu Yang couldn't do it, and he couldn't do it even more.
At this moment, Chu Yang's whole body was almost rotten.
Ever since the inevitable encounter in the dense mountain forest, the battles have been one after another. I don’t know when I will encounter a group, fight with each other, fight desperately, and finally break out and escape.
It won't be long before we encounter another one, and it continues like this, as if it has become some kind of cycle.
The chase is like the drizzle in the sky, the continuous rain in autumn; once it starts, it will continue without stopping.
Now, the sky is raining and the ground is fighting.
The rain kept falling, and the battles continued one after another.
The only thing Chu Yang can guarantee now is that he will use all means to avoid being surrounded by the enemy. However, an encounter is a situation that is destined to be inevitable and must be faced.
Compared to the others, Chu Yang undoubtedly had the most injuries. Although he was not the most skilled among them, he had to rush to the front.
Because now he is the soul of this team.
If Chu Yang hadn't been charging forward all the time, charging forward without any return, I'm afraid these people would have been in despair.
Only Chu Yang, who rushes to the front, can give these people a subtle feeling that 'we still have hope'!
A rough estimate shows that Chu Yang has suffered at least four to five hundred injuries in the past few days!
Four to five hundred places!
This is such a shocking number.
As for Chu Yang's incomplete version of the Nine Layers Pill, he has used four of them so far.
If it weren't for the surging spiritual energy in his body that was constantly flushing away as if it never stopped, continuously recovering from wounds and increasing his physical strength, even if Chu Yang had another hundred ninth-level pills, they would have been completely consumed by now!
Blessings are where misfortune lies, misfortunes are where blessings lie!
The fusion of the Nine Tribulations Space and the Medicine King Palace caused the limit of the spiritual energy to flow back, causing the Nine Tribulations Space to be temporarily sealed, causing Chu Yang to lose his biggest life-saving ace, but providing Chu Yang with another near-perpetual motion machine.
The aura is the permanent source of power that supports Chu Yang!
Now, everyone's eyes looking at Chu Yang changed again, like a mountain standing tall, or should be said to be like looking at gods, demons and monsters.
I have never seen anyone fight like this.
Or simply using the word "fight" is simply not enough to describe the horror of its state!
Chu Yang seemed to be invincible. One moment he had just rushed out of the sword forest, covered in blood and dying, but the next moment he was full of energy and ready to join the next wave of battle.
middle.
Once again, my whole body was bruised and bruised; once again, I ran away again, once again participated in the battle, and was the first to charge, leading the charge...···
Not to mention a man of flesh, even if he is made of iron, I am afraid that it has already fallen apart at this moment, but Chu Yang still hasn't fallen down yet. Seeing that, he can still hold on, maybe he can hold on for a long, long time, or even
Persevere forever...···
Everyone was surprised at first, then marveled, then horrified, then admired, and in the end they simply worshiped and worshiped!
After such continuous escape, Chu Yang now only had fifty people left with him, the last fifty people.
The original team of two hundred people, except for the three who disobeyed orders and were beheaded in public, the other people had fallen on the road being chased and turned into a shocking explosion, filling the sky with flesh and blood. But in
Along the way, more than 600 Mo Yun Guards and more than 400 Silver Armor soldiers fell here, turning into cold corpses and walking away together.
But after these few days of chasing, including the initial encounter, Mo Yuntian's people had already paid a high price of no less than 1,300 people! Such a high price made Meng Wuya feel heartbroken and even his beard was gone.
Shivering.
All the Mo Yun Guards and Silver Armored Soldiers were gnashing their teeth and working even harder...
This mentality made subsequent battles more dangerous each time.
Even among the fifty people who can still escape with Chu Yang, they are all covered with wounds, and not a single one of them can be found alive.
Now, at this moment, the only thing that can support everyone to persevere is Chu Yang's indomitable fighting spirit!
puff!
Chu Yang plunged into a puddle. No matter how turbid or dirty the water in the puddle was, he just opened his mouth and swallowed in big mouthfuls.
The Nine Tribulations Space could not be opened, and Chu Yang's fresh water resources, which had never been considered a problem, had been completely exhausted for a long time.
The continuous autumn rain is like the continuous spring sorrow.
Puddles formed one after another on the ground, and the water in each puddle had an earthy color with unknown things floating on it.
Fifty people just supported each other and lay down in the puddle, swallowing big mouthfuls.
Hunger, for first-rate masters like them, is nothing, but thirst is something that no master or any strong person can lack, especially when they are rushing through a series of battles and losing a lot of blood!
Countless amounts of sediment, together with the turbid water, rushed into the stomach.
It was a very short rest now, an extremely short respite after defeating another pursuit.
Everyone knows in their hearts: this time must not exceed half a stick of incense before they start to escape again!