At this time, Mo Wen, who had become the object of martial arts talk, did not know that it was late at night, Mo Wen shook his head, looked at the silent Bicheng, and took a deep breath: "After all, I want to go back, father, mother......"

Mo Wen's eyes flashed with determination, and he strode out of the city!

When the sky was slightly bright, Mo Wen was already a hundred miles away, he was eager to return home at this time, and he ran all the way, at this moment, a white dress flashed in front of his eyes, and Mo Wen's eyes lit up: "Ran'er?"

When Lin Ran heard this, he also trembled, and turned to look at Mo Wen, his eyes full of complicated colors. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A young man beside Lin Ran frowned: "Senior Sister Lin, who is he?"

Mo Wen's face sank, he could naturally see that Lin Ran had a great relationship with this young man, and his heart was choked up, and he coughed lightly: "Ran...... Forest...... Girl, long time no see. ”

Lin Ran felt a pain in his heart: "Yes, Master Mo." ”

The young man's face became even more ugly: "This brother, please, dare to ask the surname Gao?"

"When we meet in Pingshui, why bother asking for names and saying goodbye!" Mo asked after speaking, turned around and left.

Who knew that the young man would not let him get his wish: "Wait! Meeting is fate, Zhang Miao in the lower sword gate!"

Mo Wen frowned slightly, one of the nine major sects of martial arts, and then looking at Zhang Miao's luxurious clothes, his status in the Imperial Sword Gate must not be too low, since the other party reported his name, it is not good for him not to reply: "Zixiao Sword Sect, don't ask!"

Lin Ran was shocked, and Zhang Miao's eyes widened even more: "Are you Mo asking?"

Mo Wen was stunned for a moment: "What's the matter?, Brother Zhang knows about me?" Lin Ran's eyes were anxious, and he shook his head at Mo Wen.

Mo Wen had a bad premonition in his heart, and Zhang Miao suddenly laughed: "Fence up!"

Lin Ran was anxious: "Senior Brother Zhang, what are you doing here?"

Zhang Miao snorted coldly: "Senior Sister Lin, I don't think you don't know, he is the evil seed of the evil king Qin Xiangtian, a person in the demon path, and he can't wait to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin in the rivers and lakes. ”

Lin Ran said: "Senior Brother Zhang, maybe this is a trick of the Demon Dao, I know Master Mo, he is definitely not a person in the Demon Dao. ”

The more Lin Ran defended Mo Wen, the more Zhang Miao's anger prevailed: "Don't talk nonsense, take your life!"

Zhang Miao raised two fingers and stood in front of him, the sword box on his back was buzzing, Mo Wen's face was solemn, when he left the capital, the Zangfeng Sword had already been left in the palace.

"Zheng~" A white light rushed into the air from the sword box, turned the sword blade in mid-air, and attacked Mo Wen, Mo Wen's legs were wrong, secretly carried through the clouds, and quickly retreated, the corners of Zhang Miao's mouth were raised, his fingers flickered, and the white light was divided into two, two and four, and instantly turned into dozens of lights and shadows, shooting down like a rain of arrows, Mo Wen dodged one after another, and was still cut a few cuts.

Lin Ran covered his mouth at a loss.

Mo asked in his heart, this Zhang Miao is so ruthless, he actually wants to take my life!

Feet on the ground, since this is the case, then don't blame yourself for being unkind, you will be able to resist the sword, I will be able to resist the qi, just see who can be stronger than whom! With a shake of his arms, Mo Wen's fingertips had already raised a ball of true qi: "Go!"

Zhang Miao was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Mo Wen to be able to emit sword qi out of thin air, his body was stunned, he was hit in the chest, a mouthful of blood burst out, and his face was even more hideous: "Damn, set up a formation for me!

Zhang Miao stood in front of Mo Wen with a hideous face, and the other eight people quickly surrounded Mo Wen, each holding a long sword, but the long sword was of different sizes and styles, including giant swords, double swords, soft swords, and serrated swords...... Mo Wen's heart was solemn for a while, knowing that this array was by no means simple.

"Kill him!" As soon as Zhang Miao's voice fell, one person dragged the ground with a giant sword and rushed to kill the other, and the splashed sand and gravel hit Mo Wen's face with pain, which showed that the power of this sword was beyond imagination.

Sure enough, the giant sword was raised and smashed at Mo Wen, Mo Wen was on the side of his body, and avoided it, the sword qi still pushed Mo Wen out two steps, and without waiting for Mo Wen to stand firm, the person holding the soft sword stabbed with a sword, the tip of the sword was like a snake spitting letters, Mo Wen couldn't dodge, so he had to resist with his palm, and hit the sword with a palm, how could he think that the sword body was bent, and the tip of the sword pierced into Mo Wen's arm, and instantly bounced away, bringing a piece of flesh and blood!

Mo Wen gasped, a wave was not settled, and the two swords on the other side staggered over, like a pair of scissors, straight to Mo Wen's neck, Mo Wen leaned back, and the two swords cut off all the hair!

At this time, Mo Wen was already difficult to parry, and another person killed, Mo Wen was unavoidable, unstoppable, and watched the long sword pierce into his left shoulder, Mo Wen roared angrily, and jumped away violently, how could the eight people let him go, when they saw Mo Wen retreat, the eight people took out their swords at the same time, Mo Wen sighed on his back, and his eyes were closed!

"How daring! dare to hurt my junior brother!"

The eight people heard a sound, like thunder in their ears, and a mouthful of blood burst out one after another, and their bodies staggered, Mo Wen took advantage of the situation and retreated, and in a blink of an eye, Feng Zhengning!

Mo asked Yixi: "Senior brother." ”

Feng Zhengning nodded, looking at Mo Wen, who was bleeding, and was furious in his heart: "Look for death!"

His hands drew a circle in front of him, and a wave of qi rushed towards the eight people, knocking them out and falling to the ground.

Zhang Miao was shocked: "I am a disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect, who are you?"

"Imperial Sword Gate, Lao Tzu doesn't care what Imperial Sword Gate you are, if you dare to hurt my junior brother, you will die!" Feng Zhengning strode forward, and Zhang Miao staggered back.

Lin Ran suddenly spoke: "Stop! Mo Gongzi, don't kill him!"

Mo Wen felt a sharp pain in his heart: "Why? He was going to kill me just now." ”

"Young Master Mo, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, although Senior Brother Zhang injured Childe, but Childe's life is worry-free at this time, besides, Childe's senior brother has injured all eight of them, why bother ...... again"

Lin Ran's words didn't speak, Mo Wen looked up and laughed: "Hahaha~~ Good and evil are not separated, well-said, Miss Lin, I won't kill him today, but if there is a next time, I will not show mercy." ”

Feng Zhengning snorted coldly: "Senior brother......"

"Senior brother, forget it, I thought I was almost killed just now, she didn't say anything, and now Miss Lin rarely opens her mouth to plead. ”

Lin Ran had tears in his eyes: "Master Xie Mo!"

Mo Wen waved his hand: "The sky is high and the sea is wide, you and I take care of ourselves!"

Lin Ran pulled Zhang Miao over, helped the eight people who fell to the ground up, and left.

Mo Wen stumbled and fell to the ground, muttering to himself: "Raise your head to the lonely mountain, only the shadow is lonely, complain of sorrow and gather in a hurry, lean on the building to listen to the wind and tears, and the waning moon is in the sky." Raising your eyes to the sky, drinking and singing, the joys and sorrows of the world, they are all melancholy guests in the world, where does the heart go?"

Feng Zhengning sighed when he heard this: "Senior brother, don't be sad!"

Mo Wen took a deep breath and stood up: "Thanks to the arrival of Senior Brother just now, otherwise, I'm afraid I will ......"

Feng Zhengning shook his head: "Senior brother, I brought you this Tibetan Blade Sword." Feng Zhengning took the sword box on his back and handed it to Mo Wen.

Mo Wen stretched out his hand and touched it: "Good sword, it's a pity that it doesn't belong to me anymore, let's give it back to the prince." ”