Chapter 87: Camp Raid
Wu Ming made a gesture behind him, and everyone slowly approached and came to Wu Ming.
"Look, the largest tent holds the Mo family members, about 70 or 80 of them, mostly old and young." Wu Ming pointed to the camp at the foot of the mountain and began to explain.
"Don't be fooled by the Yuanjian Sect's strong siege there, it's just a cover. The young and strong men of the Mo family who were actually captured are actually locked up in a small tent near the edge." Wu Ming pointed to a small tent near their hilltop.
"There are seven or eight people there, all of whom are at the Grandmaster level. They should be the main fighting force of your Mo family. Now they have all been controlled and have lost their fighting power after taking cartilage powder."
"The defense there is relatively loose, but I sensed the breath of Wu Zun in the place close to the tent."
"The disciples in the Yuanjian Sect's garrison camp are generally above the fifth-grade martial artists, with a small number of Grandmaster disciples, and several Grandmaster deacons and the like."
"I guess the stronger ones should go into the mountains and forests to look for the escaped Mo family members."
Mo Qingkuang nodded: "If it is according to what you said, there should be more than my father who escaped from the Mo family."
Although the Mo family has declined, several elders in the family are at the Grandmaster level, and there are dozens of deacons at the Martial Master level. The Supreme Elder has several Grandmaster-level masters.
However, the top fighting force of the Mo family is just like this. Thinking back to the Wuhuang inheritance family in the past, it has already declined too much.
According to the information Wu Ming had gathered, only seven or eight masters or martial artists of the Mo family were captured.
Apart from those who might have died in battle, I believe that a considerable number of the Mo family had fled into the mountains.
The Yuanjian Sect must have chosen to set up a false formation and pretend to guard the large tent where the old and weak were imprisoned because they were missing important combat forces.
"The Yuanjian Sect set up a false formation and thought they were very smart. According to common sense, the consciousness of a martial master is enough to control this area and prevent people from really finding out the real situation in the camp." Wu Ming smiled, "Unfortunately, he ran into me."
"We will use the same trick against them and divide into two groups. I will lead people to attack the old and weak tent to attract their attention. I will deal with the martial master of the Yuanjian Sect. The other group will only need to keep a few masters and take the antidote to rescue the young and strong Mo family in the small tent, so that they can be detoxified and restore their combat effectiveness, and then they will kill together towards Zhennan Pass." Wu Ming gave a combat command in a low voice.
"Yes." Everyone responded in unison.
"Mo Qingkuang, this is not a competition on the ring, but a fight of life and death. The disciples of Yuanjian Sect are generally more powerful than you. Don't make a move, just hide on the spot." Wu Ming thought for a while, and suddenly turned to Mo Qingkuang and said.
Mo Qingkuang was stunned when he heard this, and didn't say much.
Wu Ming had just explained the situation in the camp. The first guard of Yuanjian Sect was generally above the fifth-grade martial arts master, and his cultivation was much higher than his.
With his speed, one or two people might be able to deal with him, but the danger was extremely high, and it was difficult to pose too much threat to others, let alone help save people.
"Okay, thank you Master Wu and several seniors." Mo Qingkuang stood up and bowed.
Everyone accepted it calmly. Although it was Zheng Tao's order, the rescue was indeed Mo Qingkuang's clansmen.
With Mo Qingkuang's current low cultivation, how could he have the face to ask so many strong men to fight for him? Even for Zheng Tao's face, they could accept Mo Qingkuang's courtesy!
"Okay, move!" Wu Ming gave an order, and dozens of people turned into black shadows and dispersed in the mountains, rushing straight to the big tent.
Mo Qingkuang was in a position where he could overlook the entire camp. He saw Wu Ming leading the way, and his strange speed was difficult to see even from Mo Qingkuang's angle.
The fighting style of the martial arts masters was not something Mo Qingkuang could understand. No one knew how Wu Ming operated, but he just waved his hands, and the Yuanjian Sect disciples standing guard on the sentry towers on both sides of the camp fell to the ground before they had time to shout "enemy attack".
Then dozens of masters from the Imperial College rushed into the camp from all directions, killing anyone they saw, without stopping, and went straight to the central tent.
Mo Qingkuang was quite familiar with the master-level warriors, and he had fought with them before. The true qi with their special attributes bloomed everywhere in the camp, and the entire Yuanjian Sect camp was caught off guard. For a time, flames shot up to the sky and wailing was everywhere.
"Who is it!" A thunderous roar sounded from the camp, and the mighty power burst out, which shocked Mo Qingkuang who was far away on another hill.
A figure in a black robe soared into the sky, holding a shining long sword in his hand, flashing brightly in the night sky.
Seeing this person so angry, Wu Ming shouted: "Act according to the original plan!"
Then he soared into the sky and came to the front of the Yuanjian Sect Wu Zun.
"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be Zhao Tianming, the Golden Sword Deacon of the Yuanjian Sect." Wu Ming smiled coldly, black mist flashed on his hand, and a cold meaning spread.
In the Yuanjian Sect, as long as the cultivation reaches the Grandmaster level, you can get the position of Deacon. The Grandmaster level is given the Silver Sheath Deacon, and the Martial Master level is given the Golden Sword Deacon.
Above the Martial King level, you can become an elder of the Yuanjian Sect.
Deacon Lin, who led Lin Yang and others to Kyoto to make trouble, was the Silver Sheath Deacon of the Yuanjian Sect.
Zhao Tianming's pupils shrank. Someone actually revealed his identity in one sentence?
As a fellow martial master, he felt that Wu Ming's aura was very strange, as if he was erratic and difficult to lock onto.
A martial master-level warrior has a further understanding of space and can fly and fight in the sky.
Therefore, the battle space between martial masters is extremely vast. Usually, whoever can lock the other party can take the initiative.
Zhao Tianming's heart sank. Who is this person? The famous martial masters in Zhongzhou, Yuanjian Sect, have all been recorded.
Only Wu Ming, who has always been willing to be Zheng Tao's shadow, is little known to the outside world. Many people even think that Wu Ming is just a follower of Zheng Tao who takes care of miscellaneous matters.
Wu Ming sneered: "The one who wants your life!"
As soon as the voice fell, his figure broke through dozens of feet of space in the blink of an eye and appeared beside Zhao Tianming. With his hands waving, the columnar black mist condensed like a substance and smashed towards Zhao Tianming fiercely.
Zhao Tianming was frightened by Wu Ming's terrifying speed. In a hurry, he didn't have time to draw his sword. He had to hurriedly pinch a sword formula to block it with the scabbard.
With a "boom" sound, Zhao Tianming's whole body was smashed down dozens of feet, and he barely managed to stabilize his body.
His diamond-studded scabbard exploded in the contact of energy, revealing the golden sword body inside.
"What a fierce attack! Take my sword too!" Although Zhao Tianming suffered a small loss and the scabbard was broken, he regained control of the long sword in his hand.
The sword was unsheathed, and the sword energy was crisscrossed. He lifted the sword upward in the air, and the sword energy flashed with a suffocating edge as fast as a startling wild goose and went straight to Wu Ming.