The ultimate plug-in king

Chapter 358 Feng Hao retreats, Long Yi sword comes out
Although Feng Hao brought more than 20 people with him, in Wu Zhi's eyes, they were all chickens and dogs, so he didn't take it to heart at all.

"Wu Zhi, you can't escape! I said I must kill you, and I will definitely kill you!"

Feng Hao followed behind and shouted loudly.

Wu Zhi just ignored it, and led Lin Xing to rush forward. He didn't expand his speed at all, otherwise, he would have already thrown off Feng Hao and others.

Wu Zhi has never been a master who likes to suffer. This Feng Hao actually led people to block him at the gate of the city. If he doesn't get back some interest, he will never be reconciled.

Finally, the group of people traveled a long distance away from Shengyuan City, and came to a mountain depression, but Wu Zhi suddenly stopped his body, watching Feng Hao and others' arrival calmly.

"Why don't you run? Aren't you good at running?"

Feng Hao stared at Wu Zhi ferociously, with an attitude of winning, his expression was extremely smug.

"Which eye of yours saw me running away? I was just trying to lead you here."

Wu Zhi said lightly, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.

Hearing Wu Zhi's words, Feng Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately became vigilant.

"Go!"

He shouted and ordered him to those cultivators, but he himself backed away seven or eight meters away.

Those cultivators immediately erupted with a powerful momentum, and rushed towards Wu Zhi and the other two.

Several flying knives appeared in Wu Zhi's hands, and around his body, wind elements quickly condensed towards him, and those flying knives suddenly became light and agile.

"Fengshen's Desperate Knife!"

Wu Zhi's eyes widened suddenly, and then he shook his hand and shot out the throwing knife in his hand.

The flying knife was as fast as lightning, and like a shooting star, bringing an icy chill, as if fused with the wind between heaven and earth, and shot straight at the cultivators.

Then, only a few screams were heard, and several people were shot by Wu Zhi's throwing knives, and three of them lost their lives completely.

Seeing this, Feng Hao was shocked, "Be careful with his throwing knives!"

Wu Zhi let out a strange cry, and smiled wickedly at Feng Hao, and then several throwing knives appeared in his hands again.

The vitality in the body poured into the flying knives like crazy, and these flying knives were shot out by him again.

At this moment, those cultivators were prepared, but Wu Zhi's throwing knives were too fast, and many people were buried under Wu Zhi's flying knives before they could even react.

The death-defying flying knife, the death-defying knife, is definitely not in vain.

Feng Hao saw that he was about to burst into tears, but he had no choice but to watch Wu Zhi slaughter his subordinates with flying knives.

Wu Zhi has now reached the ninth level of the king's rank, and his spiritual cultivation has even reached the seventh level of the king's rank. Whether it is vitality or speed, he has reached an incredible level.

Even in front of a strong man of the earth rank, he has no fear and has the strength to fight.

Most of Feng Hao's subordinates are masters of the seventh or eighth level of the king rank. In Wu Zhi's eyes, they are like ants, and they can only be slaughtered by him when he casts the Jue Ming Dao.

In the blink of an eye, among the more than 20 cultivators who followed Wu Zhi, there were only eight or nine of them left, and most of them were cultivators of the eighth and ninth ranks of the royal rank.

But at this time, they hadn't even rushed to Wu Zhi's body.

"Your Highness, the enemy's throwing knives are too strong, our people suffered heavy casualties, we should retreat!"

A master at the ninth level of the Wang rank, risking being reprimanded by Feng Hao, suggested to Feng Hao.

Feng Hao's face was cloudy and uncertain, almost dripping water, and his heart was extremely angry.

Regarding Wu Zhi's throwing knife, he felt powerless. He knew that what his subordinates said was the truth, but he was not reconciled!
He began to hesitate.

Many people know that he recruited a group of people to hunt down Wu Zhi with great fanfare. If he returns with a few defeated soldiers, it will definitely become a joke for others.

Just as he hesitated for a moment, two more chose to be buried under Wu Zhi's throwing knife.

Wu Zhi's Fengshen Jue Ming Knife is too fierce, if he is not careful, he may lose his life.

"Your Highness, if you don't leave, it will be too late!"

The cultivator shouted anxiously, his face full of anxiety.

Feng Hao glared at Wu Zhi viciously, and knew that now was not the time to be impulsive.

"withdraw!"

He waved his hand to all his subordinates, and said almost like gnashing his teeth.

In his heart, filled with strong unwillingness.

Hearing Feng Hao's order, the remaining cultivators finally breathed a sigh of relief, then protected Feng Hao, and flew back quickly.

"Your Highness, don't give it away!"

Wu Zhi cried out in his heart that it was a pity, and then he laughed loudly, calling out to Feng Hao who was running away.

Feng Hao's figure paused, and he almost fell to the ground, he turned fiercely and glanced at Wu Zhi, and roared murderously: "Wu Zhi, you wait for me, my highness will never spare you! "

Then he fled in embarrassment with the remaining cultivators.

He didn't think carefully about chasing Wu Zhi this time, and he didn't expect Wu Zhi's throwing knife to be so sharp, but next time, he will never let Wu Zhi escape again.

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and collect the loot!"

Wu Zhi said to Lin Xing who was dazed beside him.

Lin Xing reacted immediately, the shock on his face hadn't subsided, he looked at Wu Zhi with admiration, "Brother Wu, your throwing knife is too powerful!"

Little stars almost flashed in those eyes.

Wu Zhi patted him and scolded with a smile: "Hurry up and pack up the spoils, there is still a long way to go before Tianxuanzong!"

Lin Xing responded, and quickly ran towards the corpses, and began to search for things on the corpses.

"Brother Wu, I found a mid-level Yuan Qi and a lot of high-level Yuan Stones!"

Lin Xing waved a long knife and called out to Wu Zhi.

"It's just a mid-level weapon. As for being so excited?"

Wu Zhi was speechless for a while, and walked to the side of a corpse, and began to collect the spoils.

"Grass, what a poor ghost, there are only more than 20 intermediate primordial stones on his body."

He cursed in disappointment, the middle-level primordial stone can no longer play a big role in his cultivation.

He was about to walk towards another corpse, but suddenly his heart trembled, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Then, his eyes suddenly widened, "Lin Xing, be careful!"

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the Biyue Knife shot out in an instant, striking Lin Xing's back with a cold arc.

At the same time, the Illusory True Step unfolded, bringing up a long phantom in place, and he had already fled to the other side.

At this moment, a long sword pierced through his phantom directly with a sword glow.

On the other side, Biyue Dao staggered the puppet that was attacking Lin Xing, circled in the air, and returned to Wu Zhi's hands.

"Dragon Sword!"

Wu Zhi stared at the figure that suddenly appeared.

Lin Xing broke out in a cold sweat, quickly drew out his long sword, and ran behind Wu Zhi, glaring at Long Yijian and the puppet angrily.

(End of this chapter)