Seeing Chu Yang rushing up like crazy, this Mo Yunwei couldn't help being inexplicably timid, and turned his body outwards, actually getting out of the way!
Chu Yang suddenly felt that there was nothing in front of him, and he had already rushed out of the encirclement.
"Bastard! Why didn't you stop him! What are you doing out of the way? Are you afraid of that man!" The two Mo Yunwei who were staggering back roared loudly! They hadn't stopped their retreating momentum, but they saw Chu Yang break through the last line of defense, so they couldn't help roaring and scolding angrily.
That Mo Yunwei just woke up like a dream, shouted wildly, turned around and chased after him, but was surrounded by people from the two sects who came immediately, and cut him into meat sauce with one sword.
"Everyone follow me!" Chu Yang yelled without turning his head, and with a lot of blood dripping from his body, he rushed into the opposite woods.
Behind them, everyone tried their best to catch up!
This group of people sneaked into the dense forest like a whirlwind.
In the distance, the strong wind was engulfing the flames, and they swept over the sky. In front of the flames, it was Meng Wuya and his men, and everyone rushed towards this side like a meteor.
On the left and right sides, there are also countless figures rushing over.
Less than thirty breaths before and after, it was the difference between life and death!
"Where's Chu Yang? Where's the person?" Someone asked irritably.
"Hiss..." Someone looked at the tragic scene and gasped.
In any case, Chu Yang finally broke through this death blockade and walked away.
The best and most dangerous dead end, broken!
Mo Yunwei and the Yinjia soldiers did not hesitate too much, and immediately divided their troops. First, more than a hundred people chased after them, and then after the people who came one after another asked about the situation, more than a thousand people chased after them one after another.
After half a stick of incense time passed, Meng Wuya finally arrived here.
"Where are people?" Meng Wuya asked angrily.
"......run away..." A commander of Mo Yunwei lowered his head on top of him in shame. More than a dozen sword wounds in a mess have not yet had time to be bandaged, and they are all gurgling fresh blood.
Every sword wound is a severe injury that can be seen deeply. It is wrong that this commander has reached the peak of the heavenly level, and he has already died of his injuries at this moment! .
"Escaped? How did you escape?!" Meng Wuya couldn't believe everything in front of him, it was clearly a deadly situation, why did he escape? !
"Things changed too suddenly. Five thousand people from our side formed a huge net and surrounded them, but they were too scattered to gather in time. They have already encountered Chu Yang and his party. In the first round, forty or fifty people revealed themselves at the same time and exploded a path. As a result... "
That commander Mo Yunwei was ashamed, heartbroken, and frustrated.
Meng Wuya checked all the conditions on the scene in a very short time, but he let out a long sigh while watching.
"It's all the corpses of our own family members. The corpses over there don't even have one, at most there are only some stumps and broken arms!" Meng Wuya's voice has a sincere respect: "It's really thorough..."
"General, I'm afraid these people are already crazy! They seem to not care about their own lives at all!" The commander of Mo Yunwei shook his body, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, and fell to the ground: "Facing With such an enemy, we have nothing to do, and conventional tactics are useless. But we can’t dodge it, so we can only fight with ourselves! So many brothers sacrificed like this. The situation at that time was too tragic.”
"How many people did we lose in this wave of battle?" Meng Wuya asked.
"Mo Yunwei, one hundred and seventy people died, and thirty-five silver-armored soldiers." The commander of Mo Yunwei smiled bitterly: "More than two hundred brothers just disappeared. It took only half a cup of tea before and after, that's all." a little time.
Meng Wuya sighed deeply.
Out of the ten thousand people who followed him back then, nearly a thousand have been lost so far!
Although it is said that more than 90% of the target enemy has been killed, the remaining people are probably more difficult to deal with one by one.
As a general, what kind of enemy is the most difficult to deal with
Calm enemies, cruel enemies, brainy enemies, wise enemies, etc. Enemies who see different things but are not afraid of death No doubt, they can always be included in the top three of this leaderboard!
Meng Wuya was silent for a while, and looked at the soldiers around him; he brought these people out, how many people will be able to follow him back safely in the future
How many people will be buried here forever
Silently said: "Chasing!"
No matter what, things have reached the current point, and there is no room for change, let alone turning back.
Chu Yang couldn't, and he couldn't.
At this moment, Chu Yang was almost rotten from head to toe.
Since the inevitable encounter between the dense forests, the battles have been one after another. I don't know when they will encounter a group, fight one, then fight desperately, finally break through and escape, and then encounter another one after a short time, so it continues, as if it has become some kind of cycle.
Chasing and killing is like the drizzle in the sky, the continuous rain in autumn; once it starts, it will continue and never stop.
Now, the sky is raining and the ground is fighting.
The rain has been falling, and the battles have been going on one after another.
The only thing Chu Yang can guarantee now is one thing: use all means to avoid being encircled by the enemy. However, encounters are destined to be unavoidable and must be faced.
Compared with the others, Chu Yang undoubtedly suffered the most injuries. Although he was not the highest among his group of people, he had to be at the forefront.
Because, the current him is already the soul of this team.
If it hadn't been for Chu Yang's constant charge all the way forward, charging to open the way with no return, these people would have been in despair.
Only when Chu Yang rushed forward could he give these people a subtle feeling of 'we still have hope'!
Roughly estimated, Chu Yang had at least four or five hundred injuries in the past few days!
Four or five hundred places!
What a shocking number this is.
As for Chu Yang's incomplete version of the Nine Layers Pill, four of them have been used so far.
If it weren't for the surge of aura in his body that seemed to never stop washing away, continuously recovering his wounds and improving his physical strength, even if Chu Yang had another hundred Nine Layers Pills, he would have already consumed them all by now!
Good fortune depends on misfortune, and misfortune depends on blessing!
The fusion of the Nine Tribulations Space and the Yaowang Shrine caused the limit of aura to flow back, causing the Nine Tribulations Space to be temporarily sealed, making Chu Yang lose his biggest life-saving trump card, but providing Chu Yang with another almost perpetual motion machine His aura, the permanent source of power supporting Chu Yang!
Now, the eyes of everyone looking at Chu Yang changed again, as if looking up at a high mountain, or it should be said as if they were looking at gods, ghosts and monsters.
I have never seen anyone fight like this.
Or simply using the word "battle" is not enough to describe the horror of his state!
Chu Yang was like an invincible person. He had just rushed out of the forest of swords and swords just a moment ago, his body drenched in blood and was dying, but the next moment he was full of energy and devoted himself to the next wave of battles. middle.
Wounded all over again, once again covered with bruises; then fled again, participated in the battle again, and was the first to charge, lead the battle...···
Let alone a man of flesh, even if he was made of iron, he might have already collapsed at this moment, but Chu Yang has not fallen down yet. Judging by that, he can persist, maybe he can persist for a long time, even for a long time. Persevere forever...
Everyone was surprised at first, then marveled, then horrified, then admired, and finally worshiped, worshiped!
After such a continuous escape, there were only fifty people left around Chu Yang, the last fifty people.
Originally a team of 200 people, except for the three who refused to obey the order and were beheaded for public display, the rest of them had already fallen on the way to be chased and killed, and there was a shocking explosion, full of flesh and blood. But along the way, more than 600 Mo Yunwei and more than 400 silver-armored soldiers also fell here, turning into cold corpses and walking through nine springs.
It's just that after these few days of chasing, counting the encounter at the beginning, Mo Yuntian's people have already paid a high price of no less than 1,300 people! Such a high price made Meng Wuya's heart ache so much that his beard was trembling.
Let all Mo Yunwei and Yinjia soldiers grit their teeth and work harder...
Under this mentality, subsequent battles became more dangerous every time.
Even if the fifty people who could escape with Chu Yang now were all covered in bruises, they couldn't find a single one who was whole.
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 muddy or dirty the water in the puddle was, he just opened his mouth and swallowed.
The Nine Tribulations Space could not be opened, and the fresh water resources that Chu Yang had never regarded as a problem had been completely exhausted for a long time.
The continuous autumn rain is like the continuous spring sorrow.
Puddles gathered one after another on the ground, and the water in each puddle had an earthy yellow color, with unknown things floating on it.
Fifty people supported each other like this, lying in the puddle, swallowing big mouthfuls.
Hunger is nothing to first-class experts like them, but thirst is something that no expert, no strongman can lack, especially when they are fighting continuously and losing a lot of blood!
Countless silt, together with the muddy water, rushed into the stomach.
Right now is a very short rest, an extremely short respite after defeating yet another pursuit.
Everyone knew in their hearts: Such a time must not exceed half a stick of incense, and they will start fleeing again!