Li Moxuan's figure flickered, and under the full force of the Mazi Mountain Bandit's attack, he instantly displayed his subtle-level body technique, and finally avoided the falling black claw shadow.

"It's so fast, this guy is obviously a weapon fighting spirit martial artist, how can the speed be so fast, if he is allowed to drag it down like this, it will not be good for me. The pockmarked thief's face changed slightly, and Li Moxuan's speed really caught him a little unexpected.

Although he couldn't see that Li Moxuan's body technique had entered the micro-level level, this kind of body speed was only seen in the army of that year, and he had only seen it in an agile spirit fighting martial artist of the same level. At least in terms of the speed of light, he was far inferior to Li Moxuan.

"Boy, if you want to hide around all the time with this rat body, then don't blame me for being ruthless, I will kill all these untouchables immediately!"

When the pockmarked thief's voice fell, Li Moxuan's face couldn't help but change greatly.

He originally wanted to rely on the advantage of his body speed to maneuver with the pockmarked bandit, and when the mad iron freed up his hand, the two brothers worked together to surround and kill the pockmarked bandit.

Unexpectedly, his intentions were already known to the Mazi thieves. This vicious guy actually wants to get his life through the people in the small mountain village and coerce himself to fight him head-on.

Li Moxuan's eyes quickly swept towards the villagers, and at this time, Xiaoguang alone blocked all the people of the Black Wind Bandits, and the iron fist opened and closed, like an unstoppable god of war, making it difficult for the thieves to take a step beyond the thunder pool. Occasionally, if you slip through the net, Uncle Blacksmith can easily deal with it.

But after all, there were a large number of Black Wind Bandits, and there were several Douqi martial artists mixed in them, and it was impossible for Xiaoguang to quickly knock them all down in a short period of time. If you let the Mazi bandits join on your side, I am afraid that the defense line of the villagers will collapse in an instant, and the blood will flow like a river.

"No, I can't let the pockmarked bandits attack the villagers, I have to entangle this guy!"

The cold voice of the Mazi Mountain Thief sounded at this moment, and the next moment, the breath of the intermediate fighter was completely released, and the black crow attacked Li Moxuan with a fierce cold light, as if he wanted to tear this white-clothed boy to pieces.

Li Moxuan came back to his senses in an instant, instinctively wanted to move away again, his eyes swept over the pockmarked bandit, only to see that the corners of his mouth had an evil smile, if Li Moxuan dodged away, he would immediately rush to the villagers behind Li Moxuan and kill!

"Can't hide!"

Li Moxuan made up his mind in an instant, with his subtle-level technique, of course he could dodge the vicious blow of the pockmarked bandit, and then find a suitable opportunity to make a move. This pockmarked thief's body speed is not as fast as him, but he doesn't want him to take advantage of it.

The pockmarked thief just wanted to force Li Moxuan to fight him hard, and kill Li Moxuan with the advantage of fighting spirit.

Although he understood the sinister intentions of the Mazi Mountain Bandits, Li Moxuan had no choice.

Airplanes!

The fighting spirit of the junior fighter exploded with all his strength in an instant, and all of them poured into the body of the broken heavy sword, and the broken heavy sword shone brightly, and the sound of the sword did not stop. The sharp aura in the sky was raging, and it bombarded the pockmarked thieves frantically.

Rumble!

Yikes!

The sword qi collided with the black fighting qi, and the harsh sound made people's scalps tingle when they heard it for a while. The black fighting qi carried a crushing momentum, and it quickly invaded the sword qi.

With such a collision, Li Moxuan seemed to have fallen into a disadvantage from the beginning. After all, he is only a junior fighter of the ninth order, and the middle fighter of the third order of the pockmarked bandit, there is a whole big level and three small steps in the middle.

Although his fighting spirit is very thick, the concentration of his fighting spirit is much weaker than that of the third-order pockmarked bandit of the intermediate fighter.

On the other side, Crazy Iron stopped the Black Wind Bandits while paying attention to the battle between Li Moxuan and the Mazi Bandits. He forcibly took the attack of the pockmarked bandits, and knew how strong the attack power of the third-order pockmarked bandits of the intermediate fighter was. Even a person like him, who is good at head-on collision with strength and defense, can't completely confront the Mazi Bandit head-on.

And his eldest brother, the ability to meet head-on is not as good as him, how can he block the frontal attack of the Mazi bandits.

Seeing Li Moxuan fall into disadvantage, Crazy Iron subconsciously wanted to get out and help Li Moxuan.

The people of the Black Wind Bandit also seemed to see the might of their own boss, and the boy in white was already in danger under the attack of his own boss. As long as the boy in white is eliminated, the boss will be able to join them and kill the rest of the people.

So how could they let Crazy Iron leave, and for a while, everyone was like a chicken blood, and they were not afraid of death and surrounded Crazy Iron.

The pressure of the Crazy Iron Homeopathy has increased greatly, and it has become extremely difficult to get out. Once forced to leave, the villagers behind them will immediately stain the ground with blood.

Crazy Iron was in a dilemma in an instant.

Boom Boom!

The black fighting qi ruthlessly destroyed Li Moxuan's sword qi, and the collision of the two caused pits to appear on the ground. The sword qi was swaying, and it seemed that it could be extinguished at any time.

"Haha, boy, why didn't you run? The pockmarked thief's face showed excitement, as if he had seen the picture of this boy in white being killed by himself.

Li Moxuan lowered his head, his eyes showed a solemn look, his face was unpredictable, and he met head-on, the advantage of the Mazi Bandit's fighting spirit was extremely obvious, although he had already attacked with all his strength, he still couldn't block the attack of the black fighting spirit.

"I have to make the attack stronger, otherwise if I can't stop it, I'll immediately fall into a life-and-death crisis. ”

Hiding but not being able to dodge, blocking and not being able to stop it, Li Moxuan was a little anxious in his heart and urged the broken heavy sword to completely input the fighting spirit into it.

"Haha, boy, still struggling. The pockmarked thief said with a mockery.

Li Moxuan didn't pay attention to the ridicule of the pockmarked bandits, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Broken Heavy Sword, which was his biggest reliance at this time.

The Broken Heavy Sword struggled to attack, and one after another the sword qi slammed towards the black fighting qi that was pressing, but there was a big gap in the concentration of the fighting qi between the two, although the sword qi was sharp, it was already crushed by the black fighting qi. As if feeling Li Moxuan's urgency, at this life-and-death juncture, that strange feeling came out of the Broken Heavy Sword again, and Li Moxuan felt the emotion of the Broken Heavy Sword again.

Immediately after, a faint fluctuation on the sword body suddenly poured into Li Moxuan's mind, and images unfolded in his mind out of thin air.

The shadow of the broken heavy sword flew up and down in Li Moxuan's mind, drawing an arc, as if he was performing something, the flying broken heavy sword became brighter and brighter, and when the light reached its peak, it attacked instantly, and the attack power that burst in an instant made Li Moxuan stunned!

"What a strong attack!" this fluctuation came to his mind, as if he was teaching him a set of extremely powerful sword skills.

Before he could sigh again, the four big words "Splitting Light Sword Sound" appeared in Li Moxuan's mind.

"Is this move called the Splitting Sword Sound?"

"My Broken Heavy Sword Fighting Spirit is actually teaching me sword skills, is this the sword skill it contains?" A series of doubts shone in Li Moxuan's heart.

Although he couldn't see the quality of this set of sword skills, from the video, Li Moxuan could still see the extraordinary skill of this sword move. He had a feeling that once this move was fully deployed, the power would be much more ferocious than the yellow-level mid-level fighting technique of Qing Cheng that he had seen before.

Although Li Moxuan couldn't fully comprehend this sword technique in a short period of time, the mysterious connection between him and the Broken Heavy Sword allowed him to vaguely display it. Although the power will be greatly reduced.

"However, against you half-mid-level fighter, this bit of power is enough!" This change seemed like a long time, but it only happened in a moment.

The essence flashed from Li Moxuan's eyes, looking at the black fighting qi of the tsunami above his head, Li Moxuan slowly closed his eyes, and the traces of the broken heavy sword appeared in his mind, his hand moved with his heart, the sword shadow flew up, and a completely different momentum slowly rose, and it actually supported the black fighting qi that was constantly pressing.

The pockmarked thief was a little puzzled, but the little guy of a junior fighter could make any waves in his palm.

"I'll see what other tricks you've got!"

He immediately let out a loud shout, and the fighting qi in his whole body surged out, turning into a boundless claw shadow, and pressed down towards Li Moxuan.

That power was far more ferocious than any previous time, and a strong aura permeated everywhere, and he actually wanted to deal with Li Moxuan with one blow.

The faces of the Crazy Iron and the Blacksmith Uncle in the distance changed greatly, and they could all feel the power of the pockmarked bandit's move from afar.

Uncle Blacksmith's face was cloudy, this pockmarked bandit, who was also a member of the army in the past, was so much stronger than him. But the mental trick is so wrong, to be able to retire alive, he should have enjoyed his old age in peace. But he is a gang and does this burning, killing and looting bandits.

The blow of the pockmarked bandit is far from being something that a martial artist at the level of a junior fighter can receive. There is unwillingness and self-blame in his eyes. If it weren't for them, these two children would not have been involved in this unjustified disaster, and they would have even lost their lives.

The crazy iron fist on the side clenched loudly, and his face was extremely solemn. As a defensive warrior, he is extremely sensitive to the strength of other people's attacks. From the blow of the pockmarked bandit, he felt extremely strong danger, this is the feeling of endangering his life!

"Big brother..."Crazy Iron shouted, and instantly erupted, knocking the person in front of him away, and immediately wanted to help Li Moxuan, but more thieves immediately rushed up again.

The momentum of the claw shadow in the sky was incomparably strong, and the powerful destructive power destroyed the sword qi like firefly light little by little.

"Haha, boy, you will eventually die at my hands, and today in the coming year will be your sacrifice day. Remember not to meddle in your next life!"

The thin figure was completely shrouded in the shadow of the black fighting claws. A smug look lit up on the pockmarked bandit's face, but he didn't wait for it to spread.

A whisper rang out suddenly.

"Sword Technique—Light Splitting Sword Sound!"

In the next moment, the boundless sword qi soared into the sky, and the momentum was extremely fierce, and Li Moxuan's attack power immediately increased by geometric multiples, and that posture made the face of the third-order pockmarked thief of the intermediate fighter change.

The black fighting qi claw shadow only supported for a moment, and was pierced by the sword qi, and all this was far from over, the dazzling sword light was like a meteor piercing the night, the speed was incredible, and the pockmarked thief subconsciously just stopped his arm in a defensive posture in front of his chest, and the sword light flashed from his body.

And Li Moxuan's figure slowly appeared behind him, his hand broke the heavy sword and buzzed, looking at the pockmarked thief behind him, and said indifferently.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to see me meddling anymore!"