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Chapter 163 Sneak Attack
Dongfang Mofang turned around, only to see a black shadow appearing almost silently behind him.

With a swipe of Hei Ying's hand, two cold-glowing black lights instantly tore through the barrier, crossing and slashing towards him.

Dongfang Mo's expression changed, and he made a fist with both hands.Just when the two intersecting black lights were about to fall on him, a layer of green aura appeared around him.

"Crack!"

But the black glow was exceptionally sharp, cutting the hastily aroused Gang Qi to pieces in an instant.

However, taking this opportunity, Dongfang Mo's figure turned into a blue shadow, and easily dodged by moving a distance of one zhang.

"Huh!"

After the two black lights fell through, they continued to cut towards the distant maze, and then disappeared.

At this moment, Dongfang Mo raised his head and looked at the black shadow.

I saw that this person was a young man with an ordinary appearance, holding two black daggers with faint light.

When he saw this person's face, he recognized at a glance that this person was the blood cultivator named Chen Zhong who followed Wu Gong before.

It stands to reason that this person should be chasing Young Master Ye, but for some reason he suddenly appeared here.

"Should I say you were lucky, or should I say I was lucky? I didn't expect that I would find you."

"Not to mention that you only have a mere ninth-level cultivation base, and you dare to take food from a tiger's mouth. You are really courageous."

Chen Zhong looked at Mu Ziyu, then turned to look at Dongfang Mo and said sarcastically.

In his opinion, to be able to snatch people away under Wu Gong's nose is probably at least a foundation-building monk. He didn't expect that the kid in front of him only had a ninth-level cultivation base, which was really surprising.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo didn't say a word, but just looked at Chen Zhong with fear. He could feel a wave from this person that surpassed the big blood man named Shentu who was beheaded by him before, so this person's cultivation is probably at least foundation-building. mid term.

Although he also made a breakthrough a few days ago, against this person, I am afraid that he will lose more than win.

Thinking of this, he unknowingly retreated to where Mu Ziyu was.

At this moment, Chen Zhong naturally saw Dongfang Mo's plan, only to hear him sneer, and his figure shot out to block between the two, and looked at him jokingly, saying:
"You are a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, you can't protect yourself, and you still think about others!"

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's expression finally cooled down.

He knew that if he didn't kill this person today, Mu Ziyu might fall into the tiger's mouth again.

"Noisy!"

Thinking of this, murderous intent appeared in his eyes, so he was ready to strike first.

I saw him stomp his foot!
"Bang!" A sound.

A waist-thick vine rose from the ground under his feet, and the vine twisted wildly, making a sound of piercing through the air, with an astonishing momentum, strangling towards Chen Zhong.

Chen Zhong's face remained unchanged, his right hand suddenly raised, and the black dagger stood upright. With the rotation of his wrist, he swung the dagger into a shining sword flower, and at the same time his figure suddenly rushed forward.

"Stab!"

I saw the sword flower chopping on the vine, and the next moment, the vine was cut into sawdust flying all over the sky.

But Chen Zhong's body was unstoppable, and he rushed towards Dongfang Mo from among the sawdust.

In Dongfang Mo's astonished eyes, his figure approached in an instant, and within a blink of an eye, he was within a distance of less than ten feet.

At this time, the rest of the left hand raised the dagger above the head without fancy, turned the dagger upside down, and plunged it into the Eastern Motian Linggai.

Dongfang Mo just made a move to test it out. He didn't want this person to be so powerful that even subtle techniques could hardly stop him.

Seeing Chen Zhong coming towards him, his expression froze, he slapped his right hand on his waist, and immediately grabbed a strange wooden staff.

Just when Chen Zhong stabbed him fiercely from top to bottom with his dagger.

Dongfang Mo raised the wooden stick up high, went in the opposite direction, and pushed it up from bottom to top.

"Bang!"

The dagger pierced the wooden staff, and there was a dry sound, like the sound of a wooden stake hitting.

Dongfang Mo only felt a huge force coming from the stick.

"Pfft!"

Immediately, the legs below the knees were submerged in the dry bones under their feet.The breath in the body was tumbling, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

Looking up suddenly, he was facing Chen Zhong's cold smile.

"Die!"

Chen Zhong suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, opened his mouth and sprayed dark red blood at him.

The blood turned into a blood mist, under the hood.

Just as Dongfang Mo was about to get out of the way, the blood mist suddenly dispersed into a strange and transparent blood curtain, covering his entire figure in it, and even wrapping him into an oval blood cocoon.

"Blood refining Dafa, melt it for me!"

Chen Zhong shouted sharply.

After the words fell, the blood cocoon squirmed for a while, making the sound of running water.

Like a weird silkworm, it seemed to turn the oriental ink in its stomach into a pool of blood.

In the transparent blood cocoon, Dongfang Mo's expression changed drastically. Just when he was about to make some moves, the blood curtain shrank suddenly, wrapping his whole body tightly, tightening crazily.

The next moment, a strong corrosive force came, and the blood curtain penetrated through his skin and began to melt his flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, Dongfang Mo was about to be turned into a puddle of blood.

"Junior Brother Dongfang..."

Mu Ziyu's face turned pale, tears flickered in her eyes, and she was about to step forward when she moved.

Chen Zhong suddenly turned around, waved his hand, and suddenly a gust of wind howled out, blowing Mu Ziyu back upside down, falling in the distance and smashing a lot of dead bones, a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Chen Zhong smiled slightly, he acted with discretion, so naturally he wouldn't really hurt her.

So he turned his head and looked at Dongfang Mo, the corners of his mouth were raised. As long as he was hit with the blood refining method, a monk who was not yet at the foundation establishment stage would definitely be unable to resist.

But the next moment, Dongfang Mo's figure was seen in the blood curtain, and with a sound of "Bo!", it turned into a piece of spiritual light and dissipated.

"Spiritual body!"

Chen Zhong exclaimed, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Immediately, his face changed drastically, and a ghostly figure emerged behind him.

As soon as Fang appeared, a strange wooden staff stabbed at his head.

Chen Zhong suddenly turned around, the wooden staff was already less than a foot away from the center of his eyebrows.

At the critical moment, I saw him swipe his hand, his arms danced quickly, and the daggers crossed and spun, faintly turning into a black vortex.

"puff!"

The stick plunged into the vortex instantly

In an instant, Dongfang Mo's eyes flashed fiercely, and the wooden stick in his hand suddenly stirred!
"Oh!"

Chen Zhong's figure flew upside down, and after landing, he retreated a distance of three zhang before standing still.

Unexpectedly, he was caught off guard and suffered a small loss.

Just when he was frightened and angry, Dongfang Mo looked at him with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"not good!"

At the same time, Chen Zhong immediately felt a faint crisis.

Just when he looked vigilant, there were a few soft sounds from his feet.

Looking down, several vines as thick as arms rose up from the ground again, intertwining at an extremely fast speed to form a withered prison to imprison him in it.

Dongfang Mo flicked his fingers repeatedly, and two groups of dark green vitality shot out immediately and merged into the dry prison.

In an instant, Kulao showed a solidified ink color, which seemed extremely tough.

Chen Zhong narrowed his eyes, and his arms turned into two afterimages. As the daggers in his hands turned, they slashed on the dry prison one after another.

What is surprising is that the extremely sharp dagger cut off the dark green withered prison.In the next moment, the vines that were cut in two will fuse together again, and continue to grow and twine crazily.

"Tips for carving insects!"

Chen Zhong's eyes turned cold, and two streams of blood in his arms overflowed from his palms and merged into the daggers.

Immediately, the dagger was bloody, and there was a cold breath from it.

"Bah!"

While waving his hands, he chopped on the vine again, and after cutting it into two easily, there were traces of corrosion emerging from the fracture, making it difficult to fuse.

In just a breath, Chen Zhong chopped all the vines around his body, turned them into sawdust and scattered them all around.

Its figure is like a big roc, soaring into the sky.

Unexpectedly, even the dry prison technique that incorporates vitality can only imprison him for a few breaths.

And when Chen Zhong cut open the dry prison and was about to kill Dongfang Mo.

In the distance, Dongfang Mo threw the wooden staff casually, and the wooden staff burrowed into the ground like a living thing.

With a pull of his hands, he drew a semicircle, and a mass of dense wood spirit power suddenly appeared in front of him.

Dongfang Mo twitched his fingertips, murmured something, looked at Chen Zhong and suddenly let out a low shout.

"disease!"

Just now, he just used the dry prison technique to temporarily entangle this person. Although it was only a few breaths, it was enough.

After speaking, thousands of black wooden swords emerged from the wood spirit power, and as Dongfang Mo's words fell, the densely packed wooden swords shot out suddenly, sweeping towards him like overwhelming.

All around him, within a few feet, were sealed off.

Sensing the sharp aura on the wooden sword and a majestic spiritual pressure, Chen Zhong's expression changed drastically even at the middle stage of foundation establishment.Because from the wooden sword, he clearly felt a sharp force that could threaten his life.

At this time, he backhanded the two daggers into the scabbard around his waist.Its fingers rotate like a wheel, making weird handprints from time to time.

While breathing, his body trembled, and then he bit the index finger of his left hand, and continued to draw on the palm of his right hand, drawing a strange flame-like pattern.

next moment.

"呵啦!"

In the palm of his hand, a cluster of bloody flames suddenly drilled out. Chen Zhong was overjoyed, and immediately slapped the flames on his forehead.

"call!!"

Immediately, a bloody flame poured down from the top of his head, and began to burn blazingly, covering his entire body in a short time.

At this moment, Dongfang Mo pinched his fingers again and again.He has been able to change the direction of the wood thorn technique at will.

Under the control of his mind, the dark wooden swords poured down like raindrops.

"Puff puff!"

With the sound of sharp swords piercing flesh, all the wooden swords seemed to be drawn in the blink of an eye, and all of them were submerged in the bloody flames of the human figure.

After a few breaths, all the wooden swords were submerged in it.

At this time, the flame on Chen Zhong's body was instantly extinguished, revealing his figure.

At this time, his face was pale, and he staggered back seven or eight steps before he stood still, and even opened his mouth to spurt out hot blood.

Looking at his waist and abdomen, there are several translucent blood-colored holes in the front and back, and blood is constantly oozing out.

Chen Zhong was stunned. The power of the spell just now was probably no less than that of a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment.

"Very well, I underestimated you, let's see what you can do now."

Seeing Dongfang Mo's pale face, panting, and lack of mana, Chen Zhong said in a deep voice.

After saying that, the mana in his body was agitated, relying on the unique secret technique of the blood race, the granulation in his waist and abdomen wriggled and continued to grow. After a while, although it had not healed, the blood had stopped.

When he looked up at Dongfang Mo, it was like looking at a dead person.

His palm froze, and the bloody flame that was extinguished just now transformed from his palm again.

Chen Zhong sneered again and again, and was about to use some kind of method.

But at this moment, he found that Dongfang Mo looked at him strangely.

Chen Zhong raised his head subconsciously, only to see three small and delicate green leaves falling from the top of his head without knowing when.

(I didn’t get home from get off work until 08:30, and I finally wrote it. I only have one chapter tonight. For the sake of such hard work, vote if you have a ticket! Thank you, fellow Taoist English Alphabet, for your reward, haha! )
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