"This is the time"

Mo Zhifang and Mo Xiaohuan didn't know that there were two people behind him, and the two glanced at each other and shot out.

Two majestic killing planes landed suddenly, the ghost head knife in Mo Xiaohuan's hand bloomed with an amazing sword, falling like a color practice, in this dark night of smoke and dust, although he couldn't see the specific position of the three people inside, he didn't hesitate to move his wrist and wave the knife down, those three people, no matter who they were, were the targets of their sniping, one knife just fell, and another knife, Mo Xiaohuan's knife technique, one knife is better than another, falling out of thin air, even the air is buzzing.

And Mo Zhifu?

His hands sleeves were pulled apart, and two black crossbows were tied to his arms, as those eyes grew colder, the two black crossbows were like pistols, and they began to shoot continuously, and the crossbow machine tied to Mo Zhiming's arm was a repeater, which could shoot eight crossbow arrows about eight inches long in a row, and shot out with the light movement of Mo Zhiming's fingers, and the speed was extremely fast, and he could only catch a black shadow passing by.

The smoke and dust have not yet dispersed, and the wave of offensive between Mo Zhifang and Mo Xiaohuan has ended.

It was very quiet on the other side, so quiet that there was not even a trace of movement.

I couldn't see the figure, I couldn't hear the sound, but Mo Zhifang and Mo Xiaohuan's hearts sank to the bottom.

This is the feeling of a heavy punch on the cotton, Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan frowned, the two of them landed, opened a little distance, slowly walked through the billowing smoke and dust, and walked over.

They are very well calculated, this distance can not only open up their vision, but also quickly support each other when one side is attacked, although the relationship between Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming is not good on weekdays. At the critical moment, it is clear that the priority is clear, this time. If they don't work together, I'm afraid it will be difficult to save their lives.

The bald woman did not move, her body was firmly planted on the ground, and there were two colleagues in front of her to sweep mines for her, as the second lock arranged by Wang Rong, she would naturally wait until it was time for her to make a move.

What she didn't know was that she was only about ten meters away in the direction she was. There was also a figure that did not move.

Chen Gong stared at the direction that was gradually thinning, but quietly made people feel frightened in their hearts, and the wild solitary son and the old demon slaughtered the gods. Who wins and who loses, at this time, no one can tell, maybe it is the wild solitary son and the old demon who are victorious in the crowd. It is also possible that the luck and martial arts of the gods are higher. It is also more likely to be a lose-lose outcome, and no matter what, the outcome has little to do with him, his goal is only Ye Guzi, no matter whether Ye Guzi is dead or alive, he can't fall into the hands of Wang Rong, this is his bottom line, and it is also his purpose.

Chen Gong stood quietly. He had a premonition in his heart that this battle. It's far from that simple.

Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan stepped on cautious and light steps, approaching the center of the battle, the smoke and dust gradually faded down, the ground was full of potholes and potholes were destroyed out of the tragic scene, there was no bloody scene, Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan's hearts sank, and they were on full alert, one person held a knife, and one person put on the crossbow and arrows, and walked forward.

"What about people?"

Mo Xiaohuan's eyes flashed with a trace of doubt, as soon as he stepped into the center of the battle, he didn't even see a figure, and Mo Zhiming on the other side also had a slightly gloomy face, and as far as he could see, there were no imaginary three people who were both defeated and injured.

Mo Zhiming's thoughts flowed in his heart, his brain was much better than that of Mo Xiaohuan, and his index fingers were lightly placed on the crossbow machine, maintaining a shooting posture at any time.

Right now, there was a mess all around, but there was not even a figure, if it weren't for witnessing the previous fight, Mo Zhiming would still have acted as if nothing had happened, it was too quiet, except for the potholes on the ground that seemed a little dazzling, there was no trace of anger, and even the sound of breathing disappeared completely.

Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming glanced at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes.

"What's going on?"

This is what Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan want to ask the most in their hearts now, but they can't ask, the two are getting closer, this strange situation makes them feel inexplicably uneasy.

"Be careful."

At this moment, the ground shook slightly, and Mo Zhiming, who was vigilant, shouted, and the crossbows tied to his arms shot out again, two sets of crossbows, a total of sixteen crossbow arrows with blood grooves attacked, fast and naturally extremely fast, crossbows are compared to ordinary bows and arrows, not only is the shooting simple and does not require a lot of effort, but the lethality at close range is also amazing.

Mo Zhiming discovered the abnormality, and Mo Xiaohuan did not slow down, the ghost head knife in his hand had already swung down, and just behind the crossbow arrows shuttling away, several majestic blades fell.

A few muffled sounds, Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan's bodies also swept up, their eyes were cloudy, in front of them, a tall and burly body was opening the bow left and right, sweeping off the crossbow arrows with one hand, and scattering the sword with the other, those bright eyes in the dark night, they could see that their hearts were cold.

"Two bunnies."

The old demon Tu Lao, whose hair was a little scattered, sneered, and his bloody fist slammed out, and the ripples visible to the naked eye flickered, just like the waves, pushing towards Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan.

Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan's swept figures suddenly stagnated, although Tu Lao Mo was injured, but he was still strong, just the first encounter with the fist, it forced Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming to be blocked, the two of them were first stunned, and then suddenly approached, like an awl, stabbing at Tu Lao Mo.

"There are two brushes."

Old Demon Tu's face was even paler than before, there were a few drops of blood stains hanging from the corners of his mouth, and the robe on his body had long been broken.

One move was broken, Tu Lao Mo was a little impressed by Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan, although these two people did not take that step, but they are also a small success in martial arts, with the current state of Tu Lao Mo, it is really careless, and it is really possible to capsize in the gutter.

Thinking about this, he saw that his eyes were a little serious, and the somewhat dry internal energy in his body began to flow, his body moved slowly, and his arms began to swing regularly as he walked.

"Up."

Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming glanced at each other, not daring to be careless at all, even if the state of the old man in front of him was not as good as before, but he still exuded a momentum that made them feel depressed.

"That's not how knives play."

Several blades fell, and Old Demon Tu sneered, his arm shook slightly, his body straightened, and he crushed the knife that Mo Xiaohuan swung out with a snap of his fingers.

Then his tall and burly man took a few steps forward, sideways dodged a sword attacked by Mo Zhiming, and kicked sideways, bending the soft sword in Mo Zhiming's hand into a semicircle, and the bloody fist smashed on Mo Zhiming's shoulder, and with a bang, the two figures staggered, and a blood mist dissipated in the air.

Mo Zhiming covered his shoulders, his bones had been shattered, and a heart-piercing pain flashed in his mind, the strength of the old demon's punch was two or three hundred catties, and it was a wild boar that had to lie down, and it was not easy for Mo Zhiming to be able to stand.

"Drink~"

Seeing that Old Demon Slayer was still so domineering, Mo Xiaohuan's face changed slightly, his body shot out diagonally, and the ghost head knife in his hand suddenly hooked out an awe-inspiring knife, and the tip of the knife turned slightly, slashing towards Old Demon Slayer's chest.

Tu Lao Mo's face turned a little paler, one blow repelled Mo Zhiming, his injuries were a little more serious, although the realm can suppress people, but it can't kill people, that punch hit Mo Zhiming's body, it has already mobilized the almost dry internal strength in his body, and at this moment, Tu Lao Mo is already very weak.

In the eyes of the old demon, he didn't dare to say that it was full of loopholes, but it was not so amazing, if it was in an ordinary state, he had seven or eight ways to easily repel it, and right now, in his state, it was somewhat laborious.

Mo Xiaohuan put away and the knife fell, this Jiazi is the third in the rivers and lakes, although there is some moisture, but it is enough to prove his strength, this hand knife technique, Mo Xiaohuan has practiced for most of his life, every angle, at least tens of thousands of times, martial arts, Mo Xiaohuan is indeed willing to endure hardships.

It's just that his opponent is not an ordinary person, and Mo Xiaohuan doesn't dare to expect this knife to be able to kill the old demon, his original intention is just to force the other party back and create an opportunity for Mo Zhiming's counterattack.

Sure enough, just when Mo Xiaohuan swung his knife to entangle Old Demon Tu, the sword in Mo Zhiming's hand had already stabbed into Old Demon Tu's heart, and this sword was also a rare life-saving sword for Mo Zhiming.

The move to save the life at the bottom of the box is naturally powerful, otherwise it can't be used as a life-saving purpose, Mo Zhiming This person is good at hiding, and at critical moments, he can always make a lot of movements, just like this sword, its existence is enough to threaten the life of the old demon.

The sword was fast, and it was gone in an instant.

Old Demon Tu's face changed slightly, and his heart was slightly cold, and he had the illusion of capsizing in the gutter. (To be continued......)