A simple action of ink tears, an order. The guards hidden in the shadows quickly heard the sound and moved, and one after another feathered arrows spread from the forest, and the figures in the jungle flashed rapidly, rushing out at an extremely strange speed, and launching a sudden assassination with a knife in hand, success or failure will pass in an instant.

It was only at this moment that Lin Li and the others reacted, and when they saw a sea of arrows emerging like stormy waves, they hurriedly cast their sword formations, and one after another sword shadows were scurrying in the air, densely intertwined with each other, as if they had divided all time and space.

The rain of arrows poured down, but they were all blocked one by one, and a series of sonorous sounds were made, and a few menacing feathered arrows pierced through the barrier made by the sword shadow, and roared down, but they only shot into the earth, and did not hurt the enemy in the slightest.

Mo Tian was extremely stunned. This is simply close to what he imagined, he thought that a wave of arrow rain would kill more than a dozen people, but he didn't expect that he didn't even touch a single hair of the other party, except for the few black shadows that he wore out before, launched a surprise attack and killed a few people, there was nothing else to gain, how can this be fought?

It was a surprise attack just now, and now that the other party is on guard, there is not much chance of winning.

When Mo Tear saw the warriors in front of him who were not afraid of death, he was really as unshaken as steel. Mo Tear knew very well that even if these people could defeat the other party with crowd tactics, they would probably hurt the enemy by one thousand and lose eight hundred.

Is it the long road to the Northern Wilderness? Do you have to rely on this living corpse and step on their lives to get there?

At the moment when he thought about it, Lin Li immediately made a decision, and quickly sent people to the jungle and rice fields to encircle and suppress those killers who had just done the black hand, seeing that he really wanted to kill them all when he looked like this, even Lin Xiaomu probably wouldn't let it go.

Han Yu and Zhao Daqiang also moved quickly, trying to join forces to take Lin Li's head, driving the high-headed horse to gallop up quickly, with a feeling of stepping on Nanshan.

It backfired, and before he got close to Lin Li, he was surrounded by a small sword array composed of six people, which was called an embarrassing situation where he couldn't retreat, couldn't advance, and could die if he shook his mind a little.

More than 80 people who were standing in front of the Ink Tears carriage did not obey the form of Ink Tears' orders, and directly swooped up to fight to the death.

In a fleeting moment, the tide of the battle was reversed in an instant, and Mo Tear watched as black shadows fell to the ground one after another, and pieces of snowflakes fell into the air, and his eyes became extremely indifferent.

This is not a battle at all, but a death sentence! These people are already good at assassination, once exposed, there is still hope of escaping, if they are attacked, I am afraid that they can only die.

When they attacked the three sects in the world, they all launched a surprise attack in the middle of the night, striving for a quick victory, but now this kind of scene is simply diametrically opposed, not to mention that what they are facing is the Holy Sword Gate, and the big faction that can stand for thousands of years naturally has its reasons.

What is the most powerful thing about the Holy Sword Sect? Could it be that just a few masters can make this sect meet for a thousand years without falling, this is obviously unrealistic.

The most powerful thing in the Holy Sword Sect is nothing more than the infinitely changing sword formation, how many great ancestors have been gathered? How can it be possible to develop a sword formation that has been developed by continuous improvement and development? It can be cracked by hundreds of killers who are not afraid of death.

Do you really think that the spirit of not fearing death can ignore everything? There are many, many things in this world that will not change because of anyone's will.

Thinking that at the beginning, when Mo Sheng wanted to go out of the customs and walk the world, the biggest trouble was to break the ban on retreat, a seven-separation sword formation, he tried five or six times, all of which ended in a fiasco, and finally had to use the earth soul, only to barely break it, he was seriously injured, and he lay on the bed for half a month, which shows the power of the sword array, it is really unimaginable.

Although the Sudden Cold Sword Formation formed by these six people in a group was not comparable to what Mo Sheng had forced back then, it was enough to raise those six cultivators of average level to another level.

Mo Tear saw one person fall down one after another, his face was still expressionless, he looked quite ruthless and indifferent, and shouted calmly, "Give me back." ”

This loud sound reached almost everyone's ears, and those warriors who had not yet fallen into the sword formation were like red-eyed madmen, with no intention of retreating.

If it goes on like this, it is tantamount to a group of knives chopping a group of watermelons, and it is only a matter of time before they are solved, and Mo Tear yelled again, "Come back." ”

The man in black, who didn't know what fear was, still listened to it, and exchanged dozens of lives for the other party, using such a stupid method, he actually cracked two or three, once it was cracked, the man in black pounced directly on each other one by one like a group of ants, picked up the dagger and stabbed it indiscriminately, and all of them were stained with red blood on their faces and hands.

More than half of the dead and wounded, no one obeyed Mo Tear's command, he knew that in the final analysis, they didn't trust themselves, in the final analysis, they thought that they were the weak young masters who needed protection, in the final analysis, they were too obedient and loyal, and they all had the determination not to be afraid of death.

Mo Tear frowned, his face was gloomy, and he said softly: "Lin Xiaomu, you stay in the carriage, you don't have to meddle in this matter." ”

Lin Xiaomu knew very well that the reason why Mo Tear didn't let him interfere was because now she was just walking with Mo Tear, if she really did it with the people of the Holy Sword Sect, it would be equivalent to tearing her face, and there would be no room for maneuver, and she would definitely be a part of the public enemies in the world.

Before Lin Xiaomu could make a sound, she saw a fiery red light suddenly fall in front of her eyes, raising a burst of aftermath, and quickly left, and a black light in the carriage passed by her.

Ink Tears struck with a flicker, and the blood-killing heavy sword turned into a black light and galloped out of the carriage, Ink Tears ran all the way, jumped up suddenly, held the sword with both hands, and smashed straight forward with a sword formation.

I saw a fiery red light roaring down, breaking through the barriers of countless sword shadows, bang, smashing to the ground, a circle of fiery red aftermath vibrated around, and instantly slapped the six people outside the sword array out, setting off a burst of dust, splashing like lightning and flint, and leaving a huge pit on the ground, which was torn apart.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene, and Mo Tear quickly ordered: "Everyone retreat, second uncle, third uncle, one goes to the jungle, the other goes to the rice field, help." ”

Mo Tear quietly observed it in the carriage before, only the second and third uncles could still come in handy, and the other eighty or so people were completely dying.

In the dark, these people may be good hands, but in this environment, they can only be tomatoes that can be manipulated by others, and they are of no use except that their brains can explode blood flowers. If wailing could kill people, then Ink Tears would have won a long time ago.

These crazy warriors looked at the sparkling ink tears with incredible eyes, they never expected that in the Tianhe Inn, the boy who was boxing and beating like a dancing girl was actually a veritable cultivator, and the seeping fire light emanating from him alone was enough to impress them deeply.

Since they hadn't taken action yet, Mo Tear yelled again: "What are you waiting for? Since I am the young master, I should listen to me, and if there are any rebels, behead." ”

Mo Tear can only release cruel words, these words, I learned them in books when I was a child, I didn't expect to use them today, the world is really impermanent, life is unpredictable.

Han Chao and Zhao Daqiang looked at Mo Tear stupidly, their eyes gradually flashed with hope, they thought that Mo Tear had fully interpreted the four words of the father and no dog, and then came back to their senses and rushed to both sides.

Mo Tear continued to order, "If you can't beat it, run away! ”

This kind of remarks, which did not fit the scene at the moment, were said by Mo Tear Justice awe-inspiringly, and they were not surprised, if it were someone else, such disturbing words would have been dragged out and beheaded a long time ago.

The manic crowd calmed down quietly, and one person slowly retreated, and Mo Tear roughly looked at these people There were only about thirty people left.

Mo Tear doesn't need to think about it, if the more than 100 people lurking in are so excited and enthusiastic like just now, I'm afraid they will be killed and injured, after all, from the woods to the grass, there are screams everywhere.

On the avenue, corpses were strewn all over the field, and the blood and water infected the soil, infiltrating inward drop by drop, and some of them flowed slowly along the sword marks remaining on the ground, like a stream, forming a pool of blood.

There was a fishy smell all around, and there was a dull smell of death everywhere.

Gou Jian had also come to Mo Tear's side at this time, and when he saw this miserable scene, he suddenly vomited again and again.

Mo Tear stared at Lin Li quietly, at this moment, there were still two sword formations in front of him, so far, Lin Li and the fat girl had not made a move, what was the strength of the other party?

Lin Li saw Mo Tear shoot with his own eyes, except for a fleeting hint of surprise, he had no other expression, and said lightly: "None of you can run today." ”

Mo Tear smiled coldly and said frankly: "I don't plan to escape, if I escape, am I worthy of so many people who died for me?"

"I finally want to open it! I'm going to cut myself, but it's too late, even if you die, none of your people can escape. Lin Li said bluntly.

"I figured it out, I'm going to sacrifice their dead souls with your blood. ”

Lin Li's face suddenly froze, how could the bastard who was talking and laughing before become so angry and murderous in just a moment, especially those eyes that were as red as blood, as if they could shoot out a fierce light that tore people apart.

Seeing that Gou Jian was no longer vomiting, Mo Xian suddenly said, "Old Jian, is it safe to fight twelve people by yourself?"

Gou Jian was stunned in an instant, looking at the crowd lined up in front of him, there were only fourteen in total, and he actually wanted to fight twelve, it was really unreasonable, and said in frustration: "Can I exchange with you?"

Mo Tear grinned and shook his head, "Are you sure you can fight those two people? If you want to change, then change. ”

Gou Jian saw Lin Li with a white sword in his hand, under his plain appearance, his bloodless cheeks were full of fortitude, and he could still step on the corpse of his fellow disciple and slowly walk forward, this kind of ruthless person, the ghost wanted to fight him.

Gou Jian retreated, and Mo Tear suddenly said, "Here, be careful." ”

Everyone swooped up in unison, only the fat girl was still quietly watching the excitement, as if everything that was happening in front of her had nothing to do with her, and her cold eyes were dim and extremely ruthless.

It stands to reason that there should be a battle between them, but these people immediately changed the direction of their movements, and hurriedly surrounded Mo Tear and Gou Jian together, and then, one sword after another pierced the sky and surrounded a sword formation.

This time, this sword formation, including Lin Li, had a total of nine people, and the other three people were to guard against the defeat of the more than thirty remnants.

It seems strange that three cultivators can guard against thirty well-trained martial artists, but in fact, this is the case, there are not many martial artists in this world who are really powerful in their own right, and powerful cultivators are the existence of piles and piles.

Of course, these three cultivators couldn't just be scum who had just entered the Dharma realm, their cultivation seemed to be a little higher than Mo Tear, but it didn't mean that they could completely overwhelmingly defeat those thirty or so well-trained martial artists, so they didn't dare to attack rashly.

Who could have predicted what kind of power they would be able to burst out at the moment of life and death.

Lin Xiaomu slowly stepped out of the carriage, stepped forward, stood in front of a group of martial artists, and quietly looked at the three cultivators not far away, as if he had no intention of making a move.

In the minds of this group of martial artists, they only knew that this girl had an extraordinary relationship with their young master, and as for whether this girl was a cultivator, whether she was very powerful, they didn't know anything.

If Lin Xiaomu made a move at this moment, the situation would be reversed drastically, don't think that the name of the reincarnation of the Great Emperor of Hedao is really just a false name, let alone that Ling Yun's only closed disciple is really a weak young lady who is not worthy of the name.

As everyone knows, cultivating the formation is the most difficult, and Lin Xiaomu can comprehend the two formations at such a young age, which really makes many people unbelievable.

Although he was forced by Hu Feng and Mo Sheng successively, he also needs to see what kind of characters these two are? Hu Feng basically belongs to the characters who lick blood at the tip of the knife every day, the recognized genius inside the Sanqing Daomen, even Chen Du is not his opponent, and when facing the dusty array, he is still not seriously injured, let alone Mo Sheng.

With such an analysis, it is estimated that even Lin Li, who is holding a white ruler sword, may not be her opponent, let alone the three weak chickens in front of her.

The reason why she is standing here is nothing more than worrying about Mo Tear and Gou Jian, after all, these two stupid poor boys, have almost zero combat experience, and if these two people are really in danger, she can only help.

Mo Tear and Gou Jian were surrounded by sword arrays, looking at this scene, the two teenagers stared at each other, and their eyes were confused.

Gou Jian said casually: "What now? Can we still be separated? I don't want to fight with an old dog full of benevolence and morality." ”

Mo Tear said indifferently: "If you don't want to die, if you don't want to die, you can slaughter these dogs first." ”

Gou Jian nodded and said with a smile: "I'm the best at killing dogs and wolves, so I'll leave it to me." ”

Mo Tear grinned and replied, "Okay, it's up to you, I'll be watching your performance." ”

Gou Jian instantly felt helpless, and said pitifully: "Anyway, come to help." ”

"I knew you couldn't. Mo Tear sighed.

Lin Li slowly raised his sword and slowly walked into the formation. For these two boys who don't know whether to live or die, he has long hated the root of his teeth, thinking that if he doesn't torture the other party to death, he is simply sorry for the word justice in his heart