Xuanxia

Chapter 801 Exposed (Part )

Time goes back to a short time ago.

"What can we do here?!"

Hua Xiaolan gritted her teeth and said, "If I don't go to help, what else can I do by waiting here?!"

Ning Wushu was about to speak when they were suddenly blinded by a strong light.

That was Jiang Baichuan using his extremely powerful sword move against Hua Wuying, and there was a burst of bright light.

"what is that?"

Ning Wushu was inexplicably shocked: "Why is this sword move so familiar, yet so strange..."

Hua Xiaolan didn't feel familiar. She was just so nervous that she was suffocating and even forgot to shed tears. She didn't know what Hua Wuying would be like behind the rosy glow.

Then, she saw the straight line drawn by the sword of justice and saw the rosy glow being cut apart!
"it is good!"

Hua Xiaolan bit her lips and punched hard.

Ning Wushu calmed down at this time and said softly: "Aren't you asking what we can do? Come with me."

Hua Xiaolan's eyes lit up.

Ning Wushu led her, turned around and walked quickly towards the gate of Xuanmeng, waving to the surroundings during the process.

At this time, lightning was already gathering faintly in the sky. It was Fu Qingzhou condensing the residual immortal thunder.

As Ning Wushu waved his hand, familiar figures quickly came over.

Wu Changfeng, Murong Xuan, and Yuan Zhen, who had just led a group of monks to attack the golden Buddha figure, also hurried over. In addition, of course, there were also the three military kings of the Northern Frontier Army... Oh, and Wu Yan.

They all gathered around Ning Wushu at an extremely fast speed.

Ning Wushu spoke very quickly, and said in a deep voice: "The secret envoy has quietly set up a formation about ten feet around the square. The positions are Qian, Song, Fu, Guan, Xian, Yi, Zhen, Wei Ji... I will go to Kun, and you all disperse and find a position to enter the formation. No matter what happens later, do not leave and keep a close eye on the crowd."

Wu Changfeng blurted out: "What are you staring at?"

"Don't ask, just watch."

Ning Wushu said quickly: "When something happens, you just..."

At this moment, the long swords in the hands, waists, and backs of everyone in the venue were all unsheathed and flew towards Jiang Baichuan!
"That's too late!"

Ning Wushu said solemnly: "Hurry!"

After saying that, she was the first to rush out, and with a few leaps she climbed over the small building at the edge of the square.

The rest of the people looked at each other and dispersed without hesitation.

Ning Wushu was the fastest and in the blink of an eye he arrived at the formation set up by the Mingjian Pavilion's secret envoy outside the square.

There are three secret envoys here, each holding a battle flag, and they circled a triangle about ten feet square on the ground, with each of them standing in a position.

Seeing her coming, the three of them were startled and bowed to greet her.

"No need to be so polite. Hurry up and set up the formation!" Ning Wushu shouted.

The three secret envoys were startled and quickly took out the Mingjian Zhishi brand from their waists, while at the same time taking out a small pearl from their bosom with their other hand.

True energy circulated around them, and the pearl immediately lit up. The light then shone into the Mingjian Zhishi card, and then reflected by the Moyu card, emitting several rays of light that shone onto the formation flag.

At this time, there was a lot of noise in the square.

"Strange, where did the smoke come from?"

"What is this smoke? Is it poisonous? Hold your breath!"

"No, it doesn't look like poison. What on earth is this..."

At the same time, the formation flags were finally filled with the light reflected by the Mingjian Zhishi card. The formation flags fluttered without wind, and the faint blue light began to flow among them. Then, as if inspired, they rushed straight into the sky!

At the same time, pillars of faint blue light rose up from all around the square and shot into the sky.

These beams of light could not be seen by those people in the square who were engulfed in white fog.

Naturally, they also did not notice that the thunderclouds in the sky that had just been attracted by the chaotic immortal thunder formation were becoming darker and darker in color under the stirring of these light pillars, and in less than a few breaths, it began to rain!
This... is actually the wind and rain formation of Lingjing Sect.

No, this scale is just a small storm.

When Lin Wangshu set up this formation below the Nanjiang Tiankeng, he told everything about it without reservation, and Fu Qingzhou and Hua Xiaolan both listened.

Although Fu Qingzhou did not understand this formation, he wrote down what Lin Wangshu said.

During this period, this formation was improved by the seniors in the Cave Heaven Realm and was finally delivered to the secret envoys of the Mingjian Pavilion.

The white fog in the square soon drifted here, but under the wind and rain, the space around the flag was never submerged by the white fog.

As the wind and rain subsided, Ning Wushu also stood in the triangle formed by the formation flags. She took a long breath and slowly closed her eyes. Fortunately, she caught up. As long as she kept the formation, she would not be disturbed by the white fog... She could do the most important thing for her today.

The next moment, an ink painting seemed to unfold before her eyes.

What was shown in the scroll was the Xuanmeng Square covered by thick white fog.

People's appearances were not clear, just like fuzzy outlines of ink dots, but their positions and movements were extremely clear; and the white mist that filled the entire place looked like diluted ink in her eyes, with extremely light colors, smeared randomly on the scroll.

She saw King Xishuo and his men approaching Zhao Hao, and saw the crowd running around in the fog like headless flies.

But that was not her concern at the moment.

She stared at the gathered crowd with a stern look.

Among the chaotic and panicked crowd, there was a group of people who remained calm.

No, not only were they calm, they were even holding something in their hands, raised high.

The white mist was constantly dissipating from their hands!

The white mist was not only coming from the big iron sword ball where Jiang Baichuan and Huijue were hiding.

There are countless traitors in the crowd!

There is no doubt that they are all from King Xishuo's side... They have been patient for a long time, just waiting for this moment.

Ning Wushu curled the corners of his mouth coldly.

Fu Qingzhou’s guess was indeed correct.

Hua Wuying broke Jiang Baichuan's strongest killing move with one sword, and Fu Qingzhou attracted the thunder from the sky. These two moves... were not used to force the opponent into a desperate situation, but to force themselves into a desperate situation.

At this point, the other party thought they had played all their cards and it was time to do something.

Fu Qingzhou couldn't guess what they were going to do, but no matter what means they used, King Xishuo and his men's ultimate goal was to kill Fu Qingzhou and seize the credit for the Xuanmeng Ceremony.

At this time, Jiang Baichuan and Huijue were already exhausted from the battle, and King Xishuo and his men had to mobilize some of their own forces to ensure success.

At times like this, no matter what they do, someone will be exposed.

Those who quietly release white mist among the crowd are the traitors!
With the help of the Wind and Rain Array, they... could also see clearly who these people were.

Just at this moment, a secret messenger behind Ning Wushu suddenly reached his hand to his lower back, unknown what he was going to do.

But the next moment, a flash of knife light appeared before his eyes!

Ning Wushu opened his eyes suddenly, without even turning his head, he drew his saber and swung it backwards!

The secret envoy opened his eyes wide and had no time to do anything before he was cut in half from head to toe by the knife!
He fell to the ground with a thud, his internal organs spilling out from the wound that was split in half by the knife. The hand that had just reached to his lower back drooped limply to the side, and a hollow round jade stone rolled out of his hand, with white mist slowly emitting from it.

The other two secret envoys were horrified.

"Why panic?"

Ning Wushu said in a deep voice, crushing the jade with one foot, then leaned over to pick up the Mingjian Zhishi card and pearl from the dead man: "It's just killing a traitor, keep pushing the formation."

The same situation was happening in several other positions.

"Tsk."

Ji Yisong pulled the cloth from his eyes and kicked the dead body on the ground: "It's so hard to finally see anything..."

Murong Xuan's claws pierced through the secret envoy beside her who had already taken out the hollow jade stone, and she snorted coldly.

Yuan Zhen used his palm blade as a knife to cut the jade in the hand of the secret agent in front of him into two pieces. The other two secret agents beside him saw this and immediately understood what was going on. They drew their swords and controlled the traitor on their side...

The pointed iron rod in Wu Yan's hand instantly pierced through the hollow part of the jade and stabbed into the eyes of the secret envoy beside him. The secret envoy immediately let out a howl like a pig being slaughtered.

However, there was no traitor in the place where Hua Xiaolan, Wu Changfeng, Chen Yanwu and Ye Sisi were.

They choose the location randomly, but no one can get through them. No matter who encounters the mole, they will have a way to deal with it. At the very least, they will discover the mole's actions and find them out.

As early as when Qingsongzi was demonized and released, Fu Qingzhou knew that there must be a traitor among the secret envoys.

Well, if King Xishuo and his men are going to do something, the traitors among these secret envoys will also jump out...

Therefore, they deliberately arranged these secret envoys who came to Luoyi and had aristocratic family backgrounds to come and set up the formation.

Sure enough, several people jumped out.

After that, the scabbard of Wang Jian absorbed all the white mist.

Ning Wushu frowned, shook off the blood on the knife, flew up, leaped over several rooftops, and landed lightly on a flagpole standing in the square.

In the wind and rain, she looked solemn and said in a cold voice: "The person who just helped release the white smoke and mist in the crowd... stand up yourself, don't wait for me to catch you!"

(End of this chapter)