The torrential rain poured, and the raindrops the size of beans fell from the sky, making the world hazy.

Organ on the city.

Overlord Xiang Shaoyun stood with his dry relatives on his back, and the rain flowed down his hair, eyebrows, and chin.

on the iron cable.

Mo Liuqi's thin body stood, the silver scissors hovering at the side of his cheek, constantly rotating at high speed, splashing the rain, and at his chin, the water flowed into silk.

The roar still resounded between the cliffs.

"Practitioner ......"

Overlord let out a slow breath.

He raised his hand, his thick arm grabbing the long axe behind his back.

For cultivators, even if they are overlords, they dare not have the slightest neglect.

After experiencing the incident in Wolongling, the overlord treats cultivators with great dignity, and any cultivator is very strong.

"The Mo family actually secretly cultivated cultivators?"

The overlord frowned and said.

On the iron cable, Mo Liuqi walked step by step.

The suspended scissors are like stars in the night.

Mohism......

For the Mo family, Mo Liuqi has no emotion, and the Mo family does not want to make the assassin full of emotion, because the assassin with emotion will have flaws, which can easily lead to mission failure.

Therefore, in the Mo family, the life of the assassins was depressing.

Even, the Organ City is still a place that many assassins want to get out of, just like a trace of ink, his wish is to complete the last mission, leave the Organ City, and return to the countryside.

For Mo Liuqi, the cold Mo family couldn't give him warmth.

But what warmed him was Ah Zhu and Mo Yiji.

on the iron cable.

One by one, the Xiliang warriors brandished their swords and rushed towards Mo Liuqi.

The overlord raised his hand and stopped the movements of every Xiliang warrior.

In the battle of cultivators, the overlord does not want anyone to interfere.

In fact, the overlord was also very excited, his blood was boiling slightly, and the first battle with the cultivator made him inexplicably look forward to it.

Mo Liuqi calmed down.

The rain-soaked world was quiet, just like his heart gradually falling cold.

Suddenly, Mo Liuqi was a little distracted.

He hated the coldness of his face.

But today, he seems to have become the person he once hated the most.

The distance of ten zhang, not far or close, is the distance between Mo Liuqi on the iron cable and the overlord on the city tower.

Within this distance, it is the most certain distance for Mo Liuqi.

Within this range, he can control the Silver Scissors and assassinate the Overlord from all angles.

Mo Liuqi stood in place, he was motionless, like a sculpture, the rain poured on him, splashing on the surface of his skin, scattering the water one after another, making his figure a little hazy.

Suddenly.

There was a tearing sound.

It's like a meteor crossing the night, cutting drops of rain in half.

The Overlord held the long axe and squinted.

Between the entanglements of demonic energy, he suddenly swung the axe in his hand.

While!

There was a crisp sound, like thunder on a rainy night, deafening.

The silver scissors were knocked flying, spinning in the air at high speed.

Mo Liuqi's eyes stared deadly.

The aura wrapped around him, making his face look a little blurry.

He waved his hand, and the silver scissors stabbed down again.

The long axe in the overlord's hand slashed out.

Split the silver shears into the air for tens of meters.

The rainstorm seems to have become the best concealment of scissors, and the cathartic sound of the rainstorm makes the traces of scissors more unpredictable.

Mo Liuqi knew very well the power of the overlord.

His only chance of winning is the "Yiyi Imperial Shear" after the aura increase.

It's a collision between a ranged practitioner and a melee practitioner.

Mo Liuqi knew that his strength was a little worse than that of the overlord, but he didn't give up.

His mind recalled the methods of Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao on the island in the middle of the lake.

That was the strongest cultivator he had ever seen, except for Lu Shaozhu, and their methods, Mo Liuqi could learn from.

Ning Zhao used the spiritual pressure gathered by the aura, and Nie Changqing's sword control technique......

All of them are inspiring to Mo Liuqi.

Lu Fan said that Mo Liuqi is a genius, it is not unreasonable, for cultivation, Mo Liuqi has a unique advantage.

To be able to comprehend the imperial cut by himself without the increase of aura, even Lu Fan sighed.

The overlord felt the pressure, even if he was surrounded by demonic energy, the silver scissors that were flying wantonly seemed to be able to give him a fatal blow at any time.

"Duh!"

on the iron cable.

It shook suddenly.

Mo Liuqi put his palms together and snorted softly, and his will was released to the extreme.

Under the torrential rain, this "duh" should have disappeared in the roar, but it was as if it had traveled through time and space, and exploded in the overlord's eardrum at a distance of ten zhang.

The Overlord axe was thrown out suddenly.

Suddenly.

The high-speed spinning silver scissors actually split in two, bypassing the overlord's long axe, and slicing towards the overlord's throat and heart.

The overlord squinted, and a roar roared like thunder.

The long axe retracted abruptly, against his chest, and bounced off the disassembled silver scissors.

"Interesting ......"

"You are not a cultivator cultivated by the Mo family, Mo family...... You can't train a practitioner like you. ”

Overlord Road.

However, the temptation is over.

This battle of cultivators should also come to an end.

Mo Liuqi is very good, but ...... It's just a few small surprises for the overlord, and more...... Still disappointed.

Compared to Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing, Mo Liuqi was still too weak.

Rumble!

The demonic aura around the overlord's body lingered, and the torrential rain pouring from the sky stagnated, and then bounced off suddenly.

Dancing and leaning forward like a leopard.

One step out, the stagnant water splashed four feet.

Leaping high, he landed on the iron rope from the organ city, and the iron rope swayed endlessly, bouncing countless rainwaters.

Mo Liuqi had a cold face, controlled the silver scissors, and constantly launched attacks on the overlord.

He failed again and again, but he didn't give up.

The overlord stepped on the iron rope, and his body was like a predatory wolf, galloping at high speed.

The terrifying pressure and strong wind, blowing Mo Liuqi's hair were scattered, making him feel as if his heart was being clenched by a big hand.

The distance between him and the overlord is constantly shortening.

Overlord is really strong.

Maybe...... Only Lu Shaozhu can suppress the other party.

Rumble!

The overlord impacted, causing the rain to slap on Mo Liuqi's face.

The piercing pain made him close his eyes and manipulate the aura around him to form an oppressive ...... Spiritual pressure!

A long axe was swept down, and it came to an abrupt halt, hanging an inch in front of Mo Liuqi's forehead, and the rain slowly dripped down the blade of the axe.

"Nie Changqing's sword technique, Ning Zhao's spiritual pressure ......"

"You're from Beiluo Baiyujing?"

The overlord said lightly, his voice full of wild oppression.

The spiritual pressure condensed by Mo Liuqi has too little impact on the overlord, but the spiritual pressure is ...... This is a skill that Bai Yujing's cultivators will perform.

Therefore, the overlord guessed that Mo Liuqi was likely to be related to Bai Yujing.

If Mo Liuqi was an assassin of the Mo family, then the overlord naturally didn't care, and killed him with an axe.

However, if Mo Liuqi is from Beiluo Baiyujing, then the overlord will have to think about it in his heart.

Bai Yujing Zhonglu Young Master, a mysterious cultivator, there is no way to know how strong his strength is.

The overlord didn't want to offend Young Master Lu for the time being.

Young Master Lu, who can let Nie Changqing be a coachman and Ning Zhao be a servant, is definitely stronger than he imagined.

Mo Liuqi opened his eyes, he didn't answer the overlord, but he didn't deny it.

He came here to say goodbye to Azhu, and after saying goodbye, he would enter the island in the middle of the lake and become a disciple of Bai Yujing.

Therefore, it is not wrong to say that he came from Bai Yujing.

It's just that I didn't expect that goodbye became goodbye.

"I know what you're hating......"

"But it's a difference in camp, I'm not dead, so it's them who die. ”

Overlord said lightly.

"Let's go, just let me give Young Master Lu a face. ”

The overlord straightened up, and the overlord who was more than two meters tall was as burly as a god and demon.

Mo Liuqi lowered his face, and the tips of his hair continued to drip raindrops.

He didn't speak harshly, and he didn't stand still.

He stood up and grabbed the silver scissors.

Turning silently, the rain whipped on his body, making his body tremble slightly.

He's too weak.

He's going to get stronger!

The overlord looked at Mo Liuqi's departing figure with an indifferent gaze.

Let the tiger return to the mountain?

In addition to selling Lu Shaozhu a face, there is another reason why the overlord kept Mo Liuqi's life, and that is ...... He needs pressure.

There is pressure to be motivated, so he deliberately let the tiger return to the mountain.

The appearance and departure of Mo Liuqi was just an episode for the overlord.

The long axe was raised, and the roar lingered.

The Xiliang warriors braved the torrential rain and rushed into the Organ City.

......

North Luo, the island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan retracted his mind.

Mo Liuqi was defeated, which was not unexpected by Lu Fan, if Mo Liuqi could win, it would be strange.

After becoming a demon, the overlord of the ninth stage, even Ning Zhao may not be his opponent.

"This overlord is kind of interesting...... Do you have six or seven ink as a whetstone?"

Lu Pan shook the wine glass, and the mellow wine flowed.

He no longer thinks about Mo Liuqi's affairs, Ah Zhu's death, Lu Fan didn't expect it, however, the world is not a fairy tale, there is not so much perfection and beauty.

Take a sip of plum wine.

Leaning on the railing and listening to the wind, Lu Fan began to think about some things in his mind.

The first thing to consider is the "dragon breeding land".

After that, it is a question of how to make "Bai Yujing" a transcendent force.

After experiencing the battle of Wolongling Immortal Palace, Bai Yujing has become somewhat famous in the world.

But......

It seems that there is still some way to go if you want to become a detached force.

And what Lu Fan has to do is to make another effort to make Bai Yujing a transcendent force above the hundreds of schools.

Just when Lu Fan was thinking about it.

In the distance, there were faint cheers, and the cheers were mixed with the constant sound of "poof" farting.

Lu Fan turned his head and looked at the place where Ni Yu and Jing Yue were.

Then he saw them in the black cauldron in front of them.

There was a dense round elixir like jelly beans, exuding heat.