McGaade bit his lower lip until it bled, and then he was stimulated by the pain and suddenly came back to his senses: "I know! Zhang Guangmu! Your spirit sword can create fog and illusions, and hinder the transmission of sound! Right?"
Although he didn't get any response, McGadde was not a fool. As a "smart man", he saw that the situation was not good and made an immediate decision.
"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"
What kind of bullshit mission is more important than his own life? McGadde can come to a conclusion without weighing it at all.
As a refined egoist, in McGadd's view, there is nothing more important in the world than himself.
After making up his mind, McGadde wandered around in the fog.
Swish! Swish! Brush!
Macgaard held the spiritual sword tightly with both hands and slashed at the surroundings wildly, almost spinning himself like a top, but he was unable to dispel the fog at all.
What saddens him the most is...
It was obviously a small medical room. McGadde sprinted along a straight line for dozens of seconds, but he didn't touch the wall!
Not just the walls, but even any furniture and medical facilities in this room have never been touched!
It was as if Mcgaard had been moved into a huge cage by Zhang Guangmu unknowingly!
Panic and fear gradually turned into a bitter cup of despair.
In the darkness and deep despair, McGadde felt cruel and dropped his spiritual sword to the ground with a "clang".
He raised his hands, knelt on his knees, and shouted loudly: "Don't kill me! I surrender!"
"I was just ordered to perform a mission! I can tell you that the person behind the scenes is..."
McGaade, who did not want to die like Mu Youhai, was about to betray again and tell the identity of the person who was in contact with him behind the scenes, but suddenly felt that his eyes were blank.
boom!
In an instant, McGadde felt as if there was a thunderous explosion in his head.
His brain was like tofu that had been smashed with chopsticks. Thick blood flowed out of the corners of his eyes, ears, and nostrils almost at the same time, and he fell to the ground with a "pop".
"I...I...the person I...connected with is..."
McGadde stretched out his hands desperately, stamped his feet frantically on the wet floor, foaming at the mouth, like a wild animal trapped in a trap and dying.
But after all, he couldn't tell any useful information, so he died on the spot and was completely relieved.
Seeing the black blood flowing from the seven orifices of McGadde who died suddenly, Zhang Guangmu gently danced the [Mirage Sword].
sieve!
In the blink of an eye, the fog dissipated.
Zhang Guangmu gently put the [Phantom Sword] into its sheath, without even looking at McGadde's body, but said firmly: "This man was poisoned."
Zhang Guangmu was actually not surprised by this.
Originally, Mu Youhai and Mike Gaade were traitors to Feihong. It was impossible for such people to be trusted.
If it were Zhang Guangmu who was the mastermind behind the scenes, he would definitely leave behind a backup plan for this person.
It would be abnormal for the second or fifth son who betrayed his master and took refuge under his command not to use some vicious control methods!
Depending on ability, virtue, and degree of intimacy, subordinates at different levels will naturally enjoy different treatment.
Zhang Guangmu even suspected that the skills he had displayed in today's battle had passed through the eyes of Mike Gaade and Mu Youhai and fell into the eyes of the mastermind behind the scenes.
Next to him, Chu Fan looked at the corpses of McGaade and Mu Youhai. He was stunned for a while before reacting slowly.
He couldn't help but blurt out: "Fuck!"
Although Chu Fan didn't quite understand why McGarde wanted to kill Mu Youhai, nor why this guy suddenly died suddenly, the fact was clear - Zhang Guangmu eliminated this murderous disaster without even using his sword.
Head Chu, who had been watching intensely throughout the whole process, had his hands trembling, his heart beating, and he was shocked and speechless.
He wanted to exaggerate Guangmu's "awesomeness", but he was a little too vulgar to describe Zhang Guangmu's awesomeness.
The handsome Chu Fan held his right hand upside down and held a handsome sword art in his left hand.
After thinking for a long time, he finally managed to choke out a few words: "I, Junior Brother Guang, have the appearance of a sword king!"
"As expected of me, the [eldest brother] of Feihong Sect!"
"This spiritual sword skill uses virtuality and reality to complement each other, which is extremely wonderful!"
As if to avoid Chu Fan's embarrassment, a familiar sigh came from the door of the medical room that was pushed open at some point: "Do I have one more senior brother?"
Zhang Guangmu and Chu Fan followed the sound and saw Li Xiaoxiao leaning on his sword and leaning on the door frame, looking at ease. However, his chaotic breath and sweat-soaked hair revealed his true state.
"The flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, the virtual and the real, make people forget the ordinary at first sight."
Li Xiaoxiao tried hard to keep his breath even: "Senior Brother Guang, among the four elements of a swordsman, the ultimate compatibility of the spiritual sword is the magical effect of the spiritual sword skill in actual combat."
"In terms of the exquisite use of spiritual sword skills, there are probably not many swordsmen in the world who are stronger than you."
Li Xiaoxiao, who used to work as a special trainer for other clubs to earn extra money, couldn't explain why, but suddenly felt uneasy, so she returned early and hurried back to Feihong.
Outside the base, he felt two familiar sword energy, and knew that it was the traitor of the sect who came to cause trouble while he was away.
Originally, Li Xiaoxiao hurriedly arrived at the medical room, intending to draw his sword to save people, but unexpectedly, he witnessed a wonderful show.
"Ah...I'm going to cook!"
Chu Fan didn't know how to deal with the relationship between Zhang Guangmu and Li Xiaoxiao, so he simply left the matter to the two of them and ran to the kitchen.
On the way, Chu Fan was confused and a little hesitant.
Zhang Guangmu's [Spiritual Sword Compatibility] can be said to have reached the highest level. Even if his swordsmanship and movement skills are poor, he can still make a name for himself in the top league.
Now, the pressure has come to the Feihong Sect.
As the saying goes, a small temple cannot afford a big Buddha.
What conditions does the Feihong Sect use to retain people like Zhang Guangmu?
I originally thought that accepting a disciple on behalf of a master and giving the name of [Contemporary Senior Brother] and the identity of [Feihong's direct descendant] would be extremely sincere, but now it seems...
With Zhang Guangmu's talent and talent, these things are probably just the icing on the cake.
Chu Fan does have selfish motives.
He wanted to revive Feihong, but he didn't want to drag down Zhang Guangmu's future.
In the medical room, Li Xiaoxiao stared at Zhang Guangmu with burning eyes.
Although he felt that Zhang Guangmu was limited by his physical condition and his development potential was limited, his view of this person had greatly changed.
Even Li Xiaoxiao was a little skeptical about life.
Can you develop this level of strength behind closed doors?
"The thick fog just now was just a symptom, right?"
Li Xiaoxiao struggled for a while, but still couldn't hold it back. Her eyes fell on Zhang Guangmu's sword, and she shamelessly expressed her guess: "Perception interference of vision, hearing, touch, smell and touch..."
"No! It's a higher level of control and control!"
"[Five Senses Control]!"
"Is this your true skill?!"
Speaking of this, Li Xiaoxiao felt a little creepy.
If I guessed correctly, Zhang Guangmu's strength...
It's so terrifying!
Li Xiaoxiao wanted to ask about the principles of spiritual sword skills, but then he thought, this is Zhang Guangmu's secret, and it was difficult to ask.
Zhang Guangmu, like an outsider, tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers and said casually: "The fog is not a superficial appearance, it is precisely the core of this spiritual sword skill."
"The water sword energy of [Phantom Sword] can be used to temporarily connect my own nerves and help me temporarily regain my ability to move. Naturally, it can also interfere with the enemy's nerve perception."
"only……"
"A move that will be deciphered immediately after someone knows the specific information is not considered powerful."
"In my opinion, this spiritual sword skill still has a lot of room for improvement."
"It's a little more difficult to let the water sword energy penetrate the fog and penetrate into the enemy's body silently - if the completion of the move can reach this level, you don't have to worry about being broken by the opponent."
Li Xiaoxiao opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she couldn't find the right adjective.
