"It seems that they value us very much, bringing so many people." Mo Chen glanced at the surroundings surrounded by the group, and roughly counted that there were at least thirty or forty people, and the smile was light. In fact, he has never been afraid of such battles, he just cherishes Qinglan, it is easy to kill, and if he kills too much, he will be tired of his body.

This is a wood, and it is also a place that is rarely visited, and the best place to kill people and goods.

Yan Li had already entered a state of first-level preparation, stuffed the little monk with a frightened face into the car, and stood side by side with Mo Qinglan.

"Just try to see if the Ruyue Sword is as powerful as the legend." Mo Qinglan said lightly, and as he spoke, he pulled out the Ruyue Sword from his waist, and with a shake of his wrist, the Ruyue Sword, which was originally only the length of his palm, stretched upwards one by one, and finally revealed the tip of the sword. If you look closely, the joint part is more like the wave carving of the sword body, and the entire sword body is integrated, and there is no trace of the expansion and contraction at all.

Mo Qinglan flipped the Ruyue Sword in his hand a few times at will, and the sassy sword qi dispersed without wind. Because of the special material, it emits a faint glow at night, and a refreshing air flow is transmitted from the hilt of the sword to Mo Qinglan's hand, and then enters the body, which is exciting.

Mo Qinglan's heart was slightly happy, his eyes couldn't help but look at Mo Chen, and the two looked at each other, revealing the same message.

Kill!

Without any so-called threats and temptations, Mo Qinglan and Yan Li raised their swords and rushed to kill separately. Mochen sat leisurely on the carriage and took out a paper bag from his bosom and opened it.

"Brother Mochen, have we met a thief?" The little monk asked with half of his head out of the car and fear.

"If you don't want to say it, we won't force each other. But I don't waste my mind on someone with a purpose. But I might as well tell you, we have all been followed by the people of Ryoma Temple all the way, and they can't bear it tonight. Mo Chen's tone was slightly cold, and the eyes that looked at the little monk were not looking at a child at all, but a kind of stratagem, fatal.

"It's all my fault, if it weren't for me, my brother wouldn't have killed the abbot." The little monk lowered his eyes, tears fell as he spoke, and he couldn't see anything on his face except self-blame.

Mo Chen's eyes were deep, and he no longer spoke, holding the paper bag in his hand, and his eyes followed Mo Qinglan's figure again.

And at this moment, Mo Qinglan was in a state of excitement and passion, holding the Ruyue Sword and jumping in the black-clothed people to harvest their lives, every time a life ended, the Ruyue Sword would become clear and exquisite, and the aura of her dantian became more and more intense.

Although Baipo Town cured her withered ghost poison, there were still residual toxins in her body, which made her lose her internal strength and unable to use all her strength, and the arrival of the Ruyue Sword solved this problem.

When people are happy, they will be distracted and easy to expose the empty door, and the black-clothed man led by him took advantage of Mo Qinglan being besieged by the rest of the people, he quietly pulled out and went straight to the carriage.

The little monk screamed when he saw this, and the whole person fell into the car.

Mo Qinglan and Yan Li heard the shouts at the same time and turned around, only to see the man in black holding a sharp sword facing Mo Chen, and it was impossible to turn back and save each other.

The scene that was about to appear in her mind made Mo Qinglan's heart stop beating for a moment, and her murderous aura exploded violently, and the Moon Sword sensed the anger of her master, and her whole body flowed blood-red, and immediately opened a bloody path to Mo Chen.

Mo Chen's back was against the carriage, facing the menacing slaughter, his face was calm, his eyes were cold, and the light and shadow of the sword became bigger and clearer little by little in his bottomless pupils. At the moment when his life was at stake, seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce his head, he saw a sneer on the corner of his mouth, his body quickly shook out of the car, and the whole person jumped out of the car, and at the same time the paper bag in his left hand smashed into the man in black, the paper bag exploded on his body, and the white powder spread out in all directions, and then the man in black let out a miserable scream, turning into blood and water from mid-air and the corrupted clothes poured down like rain.

The smell of gagging blood mixed with the pungent rot spread in the air, and all the fighting stopped, and he looked at the gentle man in green clothes standing next to the carriage in a daze, as if the torture just now was not from his hand.

Mo Qinglan was relieved to see that Mo Chen was safe and sound, and then felt a little strange about his unusual emotions, but it was only a flash and disappeared into the heart lake.

"Don't worry, I can't help you, but I won't hold you back." Mo Chen looked at Mo Qinglan and said with a smile, and stretched out his hand to beckon at the man in black, with a kind tone: "You go on, go on." ”

It is already powerless to deal with two people who know martial arts, and there are heavy casualties, and now even one who can't do martial arts can easily kill their boss......

The rest of the black-clothed men looked at each other frequently, and they all read the breath of desperate death in each other's eyes.

This continues to be a piece of!

In an instant, the man in black retreated completely, as quiet as he had come, except for the corpses all over the ground......

Yan Li wiped the sweat on his face, ran to Mo Chen, and blamed himself on his face: "Childe was negligent, and the son who hurt him was almost injured." ”

"It's not good, you go in and see the kid, obviously scared." Mo Chen waved his hand, talking in his mouth, but his eyes looked at Mo Qinglan who was standing still.

A bright moon climbed up the treetops, sprinkling this clearing with a piece of radiance, enveloping Mo Qinglan in it, and she couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, the blood qi in the body of the Ruyue Sword quickly faded after touching the moonlight.

Mo Chen was concentrating on dealing with the man in black just now, so he hadn't seen Mo Qinglan's scene just now, otherwise he would have been moved and happy.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that Mo Qinglan couldn't come, Mo Chen simply walked over and asked suspiciously.

Mo Qinglan quietly watched Mo Chen come over in the moonlight, his body reflected a faint brilliance, elegant and indifferent, but when he made a move, he was ruthless and decisive, violent and ruthless, such a contradictory and extremely extreme character appeared in the person in front of him at the same time, Mo Qinglan actually felt that there was no sense of disobedience, and some, a little comfortable......

Yes, with some joyful comfort......

When he got closer, Mo Chen found that Mo Qinglan's body was very clean, and he had killed so many people without a drop of blood on his clothes.

"If he saw your clothes so clean, his eyes would probably fall off." Mochen quipped, but his palms were sweating slightly.

However, Mo Qinglan just looked at Mo Chen heavily, silent, as if he hadn't heard it.

"Qinglan, Qinglan?" Mo Chen panicked, since the ancient sword was not handled well, it would have a backlash effect, could it be that Mo Qinglan was controlled by the Ruyue Sword?

If his heart moves, he acted, Mo Chen hurriedly held Mo Qinglan's hand holding the Ruyue Sword with one hand, the coldness was even worse than his body, his heart trembled, and with the other hand he did not hesitate to take down the Ruyue Sword.

The warm feeling on the back of her hand slowly entered Mo Qinglan's heart like a warm current, she was thrilled, and when she came back to her senses, she saw that Mo Chen was trying to snatch the sword in her hand.

Mo Qinglan raised her hand and slapped away Mo Chen's hand holding her, and said speechlessly:

"You want to see, tell me, what are you going to do?"

"Aren't you being devoured by the Ruyue Sword?" Mo Chen looked at the person in front of him with a clear expression, his eyes were clear, and his head was confused.

"Corpse powder is a good use." Mo Qinglan patted Mo Chen's shoulder, and walked to the carriage in a dashing manner under Mo Chen's stupid gaze.