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Chapter 475: Accidental Involvement
As expected, the outcome of what happened to the two groups was worse than an egg hitting a stone.

The elite of the Gu Dao army are facing the powerful generals of Dayin Mountain. One of them is enough to destroy them, let alone now that two have come.

The two brothers, Da Mo Xiong and Er Mo E, only sent out one of them, but they twisted off the heads of the three tiger generals and impaled their bodies on the bone spurs on the back of the witch beast.

As for the henchmen, there were quite a few of them, and some of them were not short of blood and were willing to fight to the death.

result……

Ding-dang, weapons broke; puff, pierced through the chest and abdomen, turning internal organs into minced meat; crackle, bones exploded neatly into pieces.

Er Mo'e didn't need to take it seriously. He could just make a move and beat the henchmen to death with one punch.

The corpses were like crops planted on the ground, trampled by mad buffaloes and scattered in all directions.

"Hoohoo!"

Lu Jianqing's right eye was soon covered with blood, and his left arm lost sensation, leaving only his right hand holding the half-broken knife.

Too strong, a top master among wizards, so strong that it is despairing.

I'm afraid that only a powerful general can defeat the two monsters in front of us.

His heart was filled with fear and unwillingness, and he absolutely could not die here.

His master Wang Jianxiong had high expectations for him and was willing to spend all his wealth to send him to Dayin Mountain. And his wife Wang Yan, who stayed behind, although vain and superficial, was his only relative now. How could he survive in the chaotic world without her care?

In desperation, a picture appeared in Lu Jianqing's eyes.

That was when he joined the sect and was assigned to patrol the mountains at night, a tough job usually given to newcomers.

Lu Jianqing had just gotten married and was new to the society, so all the hard work was given to him.

He patrolled the mountain with a lantern at night, and his body was covered with mist and coldness. If he was not careful, the disease would enter his body and seriously damage his vitality.

Despite this, Lu Jianqing gritted his teeth and persevered.

One night, he heard a lot of noise in a valley and thought it was his fellow brothers hunting game at night.

Holding a lantern, I looked over and saw that it was a group of monkeys besieging the old and sick tiger and had forced it into a corner.

The tiger was skin and bones, one of its eyes was blind, and its claws were not flexible. It curled up in front of the stone wall.

The naughty mountain monkeys that besieged him were not cute little cubs. Each of them was ferocious and strong, with sharp and slender seeds. They could dig out the brain of a goat in one swoop and ate meat more than wild fruits.

The sick tiger was gasping for breath and looking around with his remaining eyes. He was at the end of his rope.

For some reason, Lu Jianqing felt pity after seeing this scene and wanted to disperse the monkeys to save it.

However, the change came too fast.

The sick tiger took advantage of the other monkeys' laxity and rushed into the monkey group. He hugged the complacent monkey king and rolled into the bottomless mountain stream together, smashing them to pieces.

Both sides suffered losses and perished together.

That scene shocked Lu Jianqing. Even a dying tiger had the dignity of a king.

Now, facing a desperate situation, the image that appeared in Lu Jianqing's mind was the last look of the sick tiger.

"Hoohoo!"

Although the sick tiger is old, it still looks handsome when it dies!
When Lu Jianqing swung the broken knife, his understanding of Dayinshan's swordsmanship reached a higher level.

He faced an invincible enemy and made a fatal strike, feeling regretful as this was the last act of his life.

Unfortunately, if he had returned to Dayin Mountain alive, this one strike would have been enough to make him a tiger general.

Er Mo'e suddenly found it interesting that an ant had suddenly realized the sword technique, but that was all.

Unless a powerful general comes out, no one can attract his attention.

His palm instantly turned as black as ink, and his flesh and blood was harder than gold and iron. He caught the broken knife in one go, and with his overwhelming force, he sent Lu Jianqing flying with the knife.

"Jian Qing!"

The few surviving generals cried out, they could hardly save themselves.

Da Moxiong suddenly called out to Er Moe, "Wait, look, there's someone flying in the sky over there."

Er Mo'e was still thinking about stabbing Lu Jianqing's chest with his palm and squeezing out his tender intestines, but he stopped after hearing this.

He turned his head and looked in the direction his elder brother pointed, his pupils contracted sharply, "The person is flying, it's General Biao, the General Biao wearing a Flying Tiger shirt."

In an instant, he forgot about Lu Jianqing and the other remaining accomplices.

The powerful army of Gu Dao is competing against Biao General, and the strength of Biao General also varies. Once they wear the Flying Tiger Shirt, only the powerful army of Gu Dao who have obtained the Gu King's Egg will be qualified to compete with them.

Although the two brothers Da Mo Xiong and Er Mo E are powerful, they are not at the top among the powerful Gu Dao army and do not have the Gu King Egg.

"Brother, this is a great opportunity. Killing a Biao general is already a great achievement, and stripping him of his Flying Tiger shirt is an even greater achievement."

"We two brothers have always coveted the Gu King's eggs. With this achievement, why should we worry that the Great Witch will not give us the eggs?"

Da Moxiong nodded when he heard this. His brother's words touched his heart.

He took off the corpse of a tiger general from the bone spur of the witch beast behind him, pulled out the spine and placed it on the tiger's mouth.

With a breath of air, the spine turned into a sharp arrow and shot out, piercing directly through the white air wave, aiming at the black spot in the sky.

Today was Zhou You’s last rehearsal. He had originally planned to flatten the earthen fort, cover up all traces and leave.

Who would have thought that when they met the two brothers, the elder and younger Mo, they were not only incredibly powerful, but also had eyesight far beyond that of ordinary wizards.

These brothers are outliers. They once took a mutated poisonous insect, which expanded their vision range to more than 5 times that of their peers.

After hearing the sound of breaking air, Zhou You's feet seemed to be stepping on invisible stairs. He calmly got into a stance and caught the incoming object.

Bones, spine, the blood fluctuations of the corpse's owner are... Tiger Fist.

Well, this was not a sneak attack, but a demonstration, a blatant provocation. The other party clearly told him where he was.

That being the case...

The wind was howling, and the black spot appeared in front of him from the sky in no more than ten breaths.

The surviving generals gathered around Lu Jianqing and looked at the newcomer with hope. If General Biao showed up, they would be saved.

"Here it comes, as expected."

Da Moxiong laughed loudly. What mattered if Feihushan was powerful? If he and his two brothers joined forces, they would be able to break the wings and capture and kill the fierce tiger.

The next moment, the spine was thrown back intact, and white mist as big as a water tank exploded directly on the witch beast.

Zhou You said nothing, raised the wooden stick and smashed it down. The violent airflow condensed into a column of wind, which seemed to have the power to break the sky and the earth.

Er Mo'e's face changed when he saw this. He joined forces with his eldest brother and raised four arms.

The flying fists and palms broke into the wind column, tearing and hitting, clashing with the wooden stick no less than a thousand times.

"Why is it a stick? Shouldn't it be a knife?"

Da Mo Xiong and Er Mo Xiang began to feel puzzled. As the elite among the wizards, their knowledge of the situations in the sects in the Central Plains was better than that of many lower-level warriors.

As the saying goes, there is no escape for the swords of Jueguang Sect, the knives of Dayin Mountain, and the sticks of Wanxiu Mountain.

Why did the uninvited guest, wearing a Flying Tiger shirt, not use Dayinshan's famous sword technique, but instead use a stick technique that looked like Wanxiushan's? What went wrong?

Lu Jianqing and other generals were even more stunned. They had never seen the Flying Tiger Shirt, but was there anyone else besides General Biao who could fly and fight?

(End of this chapter)