Chapter Seventy-One
What the hell is the killer thing, no one knows......
It's just that when Nishiwaki Michiko lost control for a moment because of distraction, Mo Wushuang, who was fighting, clearly grasped the opportunity, just held the Danfeng knife backhand with a turn of his palm, and after sinking down and dodging the two short knives, he turned around and drew an arc, directly cutting off the legs of the Shenwei in front of him, and even when the figure fell, the two calves were still standing in place!
What a fast knife! Won't this knife be hindered!
This move turned the tide of the battle in an instant, and the remaining six people seemed to have received some order, and they were immediately unwilling to fight with Mo Wushuang anymore, just a few of them scattered and rushed straight in the direction of Qu Qingyue and the others!
And on this side, a few people in Dali Temple just breathed a sigh of relief for defeating Nishiwaki Michiko, but when they heard the sound, they turned around and saw several strong men rushing in their direction, so shocked that Qu Qingyue stiffened and didn't know how to dodge. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
After all, she didn't know how to practice like Di Huaiying, and at this moment, no one in the field could stop them except Mo Wushuang!
Where are you at the moment, your sister is going to die in Dali Temple because of your unauthorized departure!
Sighing at this, Qu Qingyue hurriedly closed her eyes as she looked at the increasingly clear hideous face of the Jiuju Divine Guard, but heard a muffled sound of "Bang!" three steps in front of her, and when she opened her eyes again, it was Mo Wushuang Danfeng Knife who threw out a silver wolf tail and dragged people to the ground!
And while the rest of the people hadn't reacted yet, Mo Wushuang directly chased after the Jiuju Divine Guard who had fallen in front of him in two steps to make a pedal, and the spinning knife cut off the palms stretched out to Qu Qingyue by the other two Divine Guards, and then landed in a curtain of blood and firmly protected Qu Qingyue's body for a while!
Holding the Danfeng knife with his backhand, his cold eyes slightly condensed the thrush tips, that beautiful shadow is like a beautiful plum that will never be subdued in the wind and snow, with the wind blowing in the distance, the fluttering of the long skirt, reflecting the moonlight reveals a different kind of pride!
"Why? Someone broke the evil law and wanted to forcibly take people away?"
Waving the knife to shake off the blood stains, Mo Wushuang greeted everyone, and in the scattered green silk under the gust of wind, the corners of his mouth set off a familiar arc of Nishiwaki Michiko.
"With me here you... You can try ......" (Mo Wushuang: Ah! It's so cool, I finally have a chance to say this!! excited!)
"Hehe! Don't think that if you can win a game this time, you won't be the one who has the last laugh!"
Nishiwaki Michiko's side saw Mo Wushuang's smile through the eyes of Jiuju Shenwei, and the roots of his teeth itched with hatred, but he had no choice but to defeat and could only pinch a few more fingers, which made these six people fly and jump onto the green tiles on the roof, and in a blink of an eye, they fled in the direction of the outside of the city gate!
"Wushuang girl, it's good to have a few of us guarding this place, you should hurry up and chase those few Japanese people's fine works, if you escape my Dali Temple, it will be a big joke!"
Several old catchers hurriedly persuaded Mo Wushuang, who was standing in the courtyard, and saw that the latter came in two steps to investigate Di Huaiying's injuries who woke up leisurely, and then looked back at the unconscious Mangzi and breathed a sigh of relief.
"If I leave, what will Michiko Nishiwaki do if she comes again?"
"This bit of ink... The peerless girl doesn't have to worry, cultivating such evil methods, the caster can't leave the Dharma platform without permission, otherwise these Jiuju Divine Guards will die violently in an instant if they lose control, and the gains will outweigh the losses when the time comes. ”
Qu Qingyue woke up from the scene, and couldn't help but blush when she looked at Mo Wushuang's appearance, and then carefully explained the pros and cons to Mo Wushuang.
Without further ado, Mo Wushuang hurriedly summoned Luo Xiaojiu to turn into a wolf type, and when he turned over and rode up, he hugged his fists towards the few catchers present, and this disappeared outside the courtyard wall of Dali Temple like a flash of light and shadow.
And Nishiwaki Michiko's side may still be rejoicing in the end of Jiuju Shenwei's escape, but when he looked back to check the situation, he saw that a silver demon beast suddenly chased after him at a very fast speed in the fireworks all over the city, and even many green tile roofs were lifted up, and the person on the back of the demon beast was not Mo Wushuang and who was it!
Seeing this scene, the abnormal Nishiwaki Michiko showed a sneer, as if the six divine guards fled just to seduce Mo Wushuang.
Do you know why I hate you so much?"
In the midst of the flames and wails that filled the city, a divine guard stopped at the roof of the building, and raised his voice with cold eyes towards the figure chasing behind him, and said with a smile in the voice of Michiko Nishiwaki.
And on this side, Mo Wushuang had to leap to the opposite side on tiptoe in order to meet the battle, and with one move, he summoned the Danfeng knife that followed him in his palm, and he had no mercy for the person in front of him.
"Because from the moment I sent the Tang envoy from Yangzhou, I knew that you would be my lifelong enemy. ”
"You have a man like Master Di who is willing to be sincere to you, you have a look that I can't ask for in this life, and it's not an exaggeration to even smile at the country, and you have a lot of things that I don't dare to imagine. ”
"I've been dreaming of it, and you're hiding from me, your hypocrisy is disgusting, your fate is enviable, why is there such a big gap between us?"
"Answer: Because of this, I have the urge to kill you, because then I can use you to cultivate the most beautiful blood chrysanthemum. ”
Jiuju Shenwei's gaze became more and more fierce, and he still raised the short knife in his palm as if he was going to fight, knowing that the enemy was no match for Mo Wushuang.
"So, you want to kill me because you're jealous? Kill the Dali Temple that escorted the Tang envoys to nearly 100 people?" Mo Wushuang held the Danfeng knife in his backhand, and then stared at the person in front of him with cold eyes, as if he also saw Nishiwaki Michiko's distorted face at the moment through the other party's pupils.
"People like you don't deserve any sympathy at all. ”
"And wash your neck, and when you get rid of a few of your puppets, I... I'm going to take your life......"
As soon as the wind rose, several pieces of green tiles were lifted off to obscure the eyes of the two, and only to wait for the confrontation like lightning and flint, a drop of scarlet blood slipped on the Danfeng knife again.
"Oh! by the way, Fang just forgot to remind you that there are nine people in the Nine Chrysanthemum Divine Guard, do you think that Fang Cai is missing one in the battle of Dali Temple?"
Shenwei knelt on the roof with soft knees, turned his head and looked at Mo Wushuang with a weird smile, which immediately caused Mo Wushuang's cold hair to rise, and before he could turn around and run in the direction of Dali Temple, he unexpectedly fell Shenwei's facial features revealed flames, and with a roar accompanied by black clouds, the entire area of more than ten zhang was instantly razed to the ground!
"Hehe, you're still too young, I don't believe I can't kill you this time......"
Michiko Nishiwaki sneered and tied up the freshly rested corpse oil lamp, although her heart hurts, but she is also a lot more comfortable to be able to get rid of the target.
But things didn't go as expected, and when he looked back at the ninth corpse oil lamp, he didn't expect that a hand suddenly snuffed it out in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it became a dead lamp......