A master like Ning Caichen and Mo Junchou have a trick, not to mention people, even if it is a sparrow, it can't fly into the strangulation net they intertwined, but Su Yunfei broke in without hesitation, even if she knew that it was dangerous, she wouldn't care.

Or in her heart, she didn't think about these things at all, even if she died, she just wanted to die with Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen dealt with it carefully, although he was injured, it was not serious, but Su Yunfei's intrusion was a very fatal thing, and he shouted loudly: "Yunfei, be careful!" ”

But his screams were a little redundant, and the woman didn't retreat, but really broke in.

Mo Junchou showed a cold smile, for him, killing someone was too insignificant, the strength of the young man in front of him exceeded his expectations, and the sudden appearance of this woman, he obviously felt that there seemed to be a wave of sword intent between the two parties, and the young man's heart was disturbed.

For a master like them, the slightest negligence will be fatal, how can he let go of such an opportunity, either you die or I die, and I will not die.

Mo Junchou's sword intent was even heavier, and he actually deviated from the direction at this moment, and all the killing intent was poured towards Su Yunfei, if Ning Caichen didn't save it, under this powerful sword intent, Su Yunfei's body would be torn to pieces like paper, in this case, how could he not save it.

Although her stomach was bitter, it was hard to blame Su Yunfei, she was so eager to break into it because she saw that he was injured, this strong concern, and the worry of dying, made people hate it.

What to do, of course saved.

Ning Caichen barely hesitated, his body was like the wind, and in a flash, in this movement, the five spirit swords were already a lot weaker, and they collided with Mo Junchou's sword again, and there was a crisp sound in the air, and the five spirit swords were knocked away, and they dispersed in an instant, turning from virtual to real, and at this moment, from real to virtual, and disappeared in the air.

Ning Caichen stood in front of Su Yunfei, miserable, Mo Junchou seemed to have discovered this loophole, and did not give him any time to prepare, another round of powerful sword rays, pouring over like a meteor shower, the spirit sword dissolved, he could only rely on his two arms to hit hard, fortunately, his arms were attached to two dragon shapes, indestructible.

But the flying sword still had a few strands splashed on his body, and there were a few more scars on the upper body, which were more serious than just now.

"Caichen-" When Su Yunfei saw it, her heart was even more anxious, and she completely ignored it, and suddenly blocked in front of Ning Caichen, as if she wanted to use her body to block this kind of damage for him, and a sword qi finally pierced her body, and a wisp of blood splashed.

"Caichen, let's go!"

Ning Caichen was frightened, her face was inexplicably sad and angry, this poor woman, did she know what she was doing?

Holding her with one hand, he moved her behind him, facing the cold Mo Qunchou, Ning Caichen's murderous intent was monstrous, for a martial artist, killing people is not a heinous thing, but it is still a woman who has no power to restrain ordinary people, which is an unforgivable crime.

Mo Junchou didn't care about Ning Caichen's anger at all, with a somewhat satisfied look on his face, he stood up, a shadow fluttered, showing the demeanor of a master.

"The love of my life is only the sword, but you have affection, how can a loving person cultivate to the extreme of the sword, boy, let me teach you, what is the supreme sword!"

Ning Caichen put the unconscious woman on the ground, stood up gently, and scolded: "Sword your mother, ruthless people can also practice swordsmanship, what a big joke, Mo Junchou, you are not worthy of being a swordsman at all, I will kill you." ”

After Ning Caichen finished roaring, he didn't give Mo Junchou a chance to speak at all, and roared: "Wuji Spirit Sword!" ”

This time, with anger, it turned out to be twelve sword qi, yes, the twelve sword intent was more than twice as powerful as just now, even Ning Caichen didn't expect that under this emotion, his sword would actually enter the realm.

Of course, Mo Junchou felt it, and was shocked in his heart, looking at Ning Caichen, his calm mood seemed to have a momentary gap, for this person who cultivated the realm and cultivated the sword, this change was very dangerous, but Ning Caichen had already carried the sword shape, and pounced like an arrow.

Between the arms, it shook again and again, as if even the sky was torn apart, and the neon around was torn apart by this powerful sword intent, and in the darkness, only the glowing sword light became the only one in heaven and earth.

The two of them are such top masters, they almost don't need eyes, they can feel the sharp edge of the sword with their hearts, Mo Junchou didn't dare to drag it up at all, the manual sword dance, the move of a thousand kills, came out of his hand, and collided with the twelve swords, there was a "whoosh" dumb sound in the air, and the flying sparks were like fireworks, brilliant half of the sky.

What is the supreme kendo, this is, although he was forced to retreat again and again, Mo Junchou's face changed rapidly, he was ecstatic, and he pursued kendo all his life, in this life he really saw the ultimate kendo with his own eyes, and he didn't expect that such a sword intent would appear in such a young man.

Retreat, retreat, retreat and retreat, just in a short moment, the two of them have already fought eighteen swords, one sword is more ruthless than the other, one sword is heavier than the other, Mo Junchou's sleeves were swept by the sword qi and turned into fallen leaves in the wind, and on his arm, there were a few more sword wounds, and blood was dripping.

It was also the first time in more than a decade that he was injured.

A whistling sound came from a distance, Mo Junchou's face changed slightly, and he shouted urgently: "Boy, I will leave your surname today, and I will take it again, you take care." ”

"It's not that easy to go." Ning Caichen drank coldly, and the twelve sword qi had already formed a circle, surrounding Mo Junchou, Mo Junchou's body turned, and a huge wave of air was set off behind him, just like a hurricane on the flat ground, bringing up two whirlpools.

The vortex rose into the sky, but he blended into it, and suddenly drilled out the sword, Ning Caichen secretly said that it was a pity, although the sword intent was improved, but it only conjured twelve handles, if it was like the ancestor of Lingshan, he could conjure up a hundred, a thousand, a thousand, a thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand swords, and ten thousand swords flew together, just in an instant, he could tear Mo Junchou in front of him into powder.

Mo Junchou jumped out of the sword array, and the twelve swords had already ejected, drawing out the arrow feathers behind him, and there was a "poof" sound in his ears, and the entire back had become a piece of sparseness, even if he wanted to leave, he had to leave enough price.

However, his figure was very fast, and this kind of heavy injury did not have any stagnation, and his body had disappeared into the night in a few bounces, in fact, with Ning Caichen's strength, it was still possible to leave Mo Junchou behind in the pursuit, but he didn't have time to chase, because Su Yunfei was injured, and he was seriously injured.

This woman who people love and hate did such a stupid thing when their battle was at its most critical.

But if you really want to scold her, you really can't scold her.

As soon as the car left, several figures had rushed over like arrows, led by two old men, one in a green coat and yellow coat, with white hair fluttering, as soon as the person landed, his eyes were like nighthawks, probing around, and he did not let go of anything, and the other was an old man in black, but he was the leader of the black death who appeared in the small courtyard of the farmhouse - Black Whirlwind.

The two of them did not speak, and looked around for themselves, and after a while, several more figures rushed from a distance, and for a while, this road that had just experienced a big battle became lively.

"Mo Junchou, sure enough, it's him, he actually made a move, who else in the capital is worth his shot?" Black Whirlwind looked up and muttered to himself, a little doubt on his face.

The old man in the yellow coat took two steps forward at this time, looked at the black whirlwind, with a little anger on his face, and shouted: "Old black head, I have said a long time ago, Mo Junchou practiced the sword to the evil, it is hopeless, fifteen years ago, you should have killed him, and now you have become the demon of the sword, the king of killers, for the disaster of the capital, you still have the face?" ”

Black Whirlwind raised his eyebrows disdainfully, and said: "Old Feng, our well water does not interfere with river water, I will deal with Mo Junchou's matter, I don't need you Long Wei to make a big deal here, you are white and I am black, this is a predetermined rule, you don't cross the line." ”

The old man in the yellow coat is called Feng Qingyang, one of the three major Shenlong Wei Shenlong Guard, Shenlongwei and the Black God of Death, one black and one white, one bright and one dark, but this time about Mo Junchou's matter, it is a big leak, which is almost an unforgivable thing for Feng Qingyang, who is jealous and hateful.

"If Mo Junchou continues to be evil in the capital, I will apply to convene a council of elders to dissolve your black death, old black head, don't think I'm joking, Mo Qunchou practiced swords and became a demon, if it goes on like this, he will become a king and become a saint, it is not something we can deal with, and when the time comes, we will all become sinners of the country."

The black whirlwind was about to retort, and the two Death Guards had already stepped forward and reported respectfully: "Chief, we have explored the scene, there are sixteen corpses in front of us, all of them are motorcyclists, there are only blood marks and no corpses in this area, according to the traces of the scene, no one has died here." ”

The black whirlwind shook slightly, and he was able to escape in Mo Junchou's hands, this person is really not simple, in the capital, there are not many people who can have their strength, who will this be?

In his mind, a killer king like Mo Junchou was naturally arrogant, and he would never do anything to ordinary people, because it would desecrate the sword in his hand.

The two silver-clothed dragon guards also came over and reported to Feng Qingyang: "Elder Feng, five minutes ago, only one car passed here, and we found the information of the car, which belonged to the Ning family in the capital. ”

"The Ning family?"

"All the information is archived and left at the bottom, set it as a first-level reading permission, remove all traces on the highway, and immediately open the driving route, it seems that I am going to Ning's house for a trip."

When it comes to the Ning family, Feng Qingyang's first thought is not Old Man Ning, let alone Ning Tianlu, a junior, but Ning Caichen, a mysterious young master who has recently risen in the capital.

As a Shenlongwei, the most important task is to protect the capital, of course, pay special attention to people like Ning Caichen, if it weren't for the fact that he is the Ning family, Feng Qingyang would have recruited him into the Shenlongwei a long time ago, but if something like this happened tonight, he would have to go to the Ning family anyway.