Since the cultivation of "Wuji True Body" and its promotion to nearly level 4, Han Nuo's Wuji Zhengang alone is enough to be comparable to an ordinary first-class martial artist, which is equivalent to twenty years of skill.

The so-called 20 years of skill refers to the depth of skill, which is a quantitative indicator of the amount of skill, not really calculated according to time.

Just as "light years" refers to the unit of distance traveled at the speed of light in a year, not a unit of time.

The so-called number of years of power is calculated in terms of the amount of power that ordinary people can increase in one year when they initially open up the twelve canons to form a cycle of Zhou Tian.

If you have dull qualifications, you need to practice for two or three years before you can have one year of skill.

On the contrary, if you have the highest qualifications, you can have a year of skill after three or four months of cultivation.

Even after being promoted to the innate level, by absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, the cultivation speed can be significantly accelerated, and one month of retreat and cultivation can have one or two years of skill.

That is, of course, before the upper limit of body capacity is reached.

And Han Nuo has entered the realm like this in just half a year, mainly because this celestial body that has been transformed by the reincarnation bead is not only vigorous and energetic, but also has all the veins and excellent bones, and it also has the blessing of the star power of the Broken Army Star to help him cultivate.

Of course, the effect of the thunder quenching body that day was also very obvious.

Under the acceleration of the light martial arts body method promoted by Wuji Zhengang, Han Nuo quickly caught up with Mo Yiming.

Since his arms were completely crushed by Han Nuo's halberd, Mo Yiming's shoulders were sprinkled with large traces of bright red blood, and seeing that he couldn't escape, he still had to make a last fight.

"Suffer death!"

The green dragon halberd is one zhang long, and Han Nuo will stab the halberd.

Mo Yiming didn't need to look back, he listened to the wind and turned his body to avoid the halberd, and his legs were linked. Kicking Han Nuo in reverse, looking at the orientation of his legs, he went straight to Han Nuo's throat.

If the throat is broken, although it will not be fatal to Han Nuo, it will affect his speech, and the Dead Wood Spring Technique may not be able to repair it completely. If there is a blemish. It still costs experience points to increase the constitution attribute to repair.

"Think beautifully!"

Han Nuo saw that he was going to reap the fruits of victory, and he was willing to fight with Mo Yiming to lose both.

Dragged the green dragon halberd one by one, and the halberd rod was in front of Mo Yiming's attacking legs.

"Poof!"

Such as defeat!

When his legs kicked the halberd, Mo Yiming's face changed again!

Han Nuo's blockade used a soft and sticky strength similar to Tai Chi, which completely failed Mo Yiming's plan to fly back with his strength.

Although Mo Yiming knew that Han Nuo's martial arts were even better than him, he still gambled once, betting that Han Nuo's habits as a military general were more than that of a martial artist.

As a result, he lost the bet.

Han Nuo even calculated this.

The light power speed is not fast enough. couldn't get rid of Han Nuo, and he lost too much blood to escape far, and the calculation of turning around and making the last fight was in vain, Mo Yiming sighed in his heart: "My life is over!" ”

Will someone come to his rescue?

Mo Yiming himself didn't have hope, because at the moment when he fled for his life just now, he also distracted himself to investigate, but there were no strong enough masters around.

As for those defeated deserters, does it make sense?

Will Hanno let him go?

Of course not!

In case someone intervenes like some bloody plots. Han Nuo didn't even say a word, and directly rushed forward two steps. Slide your left hand forward and hold it on the upper part of the halberd, and drag the tail of the halberd with your right hand, and the tip of the halberd will move forward, stabbing rapidly!

It is in the middle of Mo Yiming's heart.

Han Nuo shook hard, and Wuji Zhengang was infused, invading Mo Yiming's body. Crack it to the heart.

"Bang!"

At this time, unless the gods descend to earth, they can save his life.

But in this world of the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty, will there be immortals descending to earth?

At least not for now.

Because, the system prompt has sounded:

"Ding. Congratulations to the player for killing the four-star high-grade grandmaster-level master, the 'Evil Emperor' Mo Yiming of the Evil Extreme Sect, and gaining 65,000 experience points! Gain 10 Fame! ”

"Ding, because the player killed the Evil Pole Sect Sect Sect Master Mo Yiming, he is in a state of hatred with the Evil Pole Sect forces, and he has a mortal enmity with Xiang Yutian, please pay attention!"

Just before chasing and fleeing, he had already left a distance of two hundred meters, Han Nuo was worried about Zhang Ning's safety, so he drew his halberd and left directly.

After Han Nuo took Zhang Ning and the Yellow Turban Lux and chased Dong Zhuo in the direction where he left, where Mo Yiming fell to the ground, a figure suddenly appeared, with a bamboo cane in brown clothes, white hair and a childish face, it was Zuo Ci.

Zuo Ci looked at Han Nuo's distant figure and sighed: "This god general, so fierce and murderous!" ”

Lowering his head and looking at Mo Yiming's miserable appearance, Zuo Ci sighed again: "Alas! With both arms broken and a broken heart, it's not easy to save you! ”

"Well, let's see what you create."

A strong wind rolled up, and the figures of Zuo Ci and Mo Yiming disappeared.

Outside the Imperial City, where the altar of prayer for heaven is located, a large hole is cracked.

It was a hole split by thunder!

On top of the Mausoleum of Emperor Guangwu, there is the altar of praying to heaven.

Under the altar of prayer for heaven, there is the tomb of Emperor Guangwu!

Those two heavenly thunders split the tomb of Emperor Guangwu, that is, the altar of praying for heaven.

The rumbling sound continued to sound, and the perimeter of the cavity did not break, and many cracks from the initial half an inch, an inch to a foot, two feet, and then collapsed with a bang.

Sima Hui carried Li Ru and Li Dao, avoided the stones falling from the dome, jumped a few vertically, and jumped out of the Guangwu Emperor's Mausoleum.

The cyan poisonous mist hidden in the coffin was not fatal, but it only made people faint.

In fact, in such a place, if you pass out, you will not be far from death.

It is also thanks to Sima Hui's extraordinary work that he can bring Li Ru and Li Dao out together.

"Is it the altar of prayer?"

As soon as he got out, Sima Hui recognized this place.

Although most of the altar of praying for heaven has collapsed, the overall appearance can still be seen, not to mention that Sima Hui has also been in Luoyang for a short time, and it can be judged from the surrounding environment alone.

Sima Hui threw Li Dao on the ground at will, but helped Li Ru to stand up and said, "Don't pretend, I know you're fine!" ”

Li Ru slowly opened his eyes, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and said, "I'm sorry! I inhaled a little poisonous mist and was a little dizzy. ”

Sima Hui didn't think about taking advantage of the situation to take the lives of Li Ru and Li Dao, or just let them go and let them fall and be buried alive.

But in the end, Sima Hui rescued both of them.

Because even he couldn't hold what Li Ru was thinking in his heart.

At the beginning, Sima Hui thought that Li Ru didn't know his identity and underestimated him, so he dared to follow him into the secret passage with only Li Dao and hundreds of soldiers.

But after touching the mechanism, Li Ru was too calm, as if he was sure that he would never die.

At this time, Sima Hui finally couldn't help but ask: "Li Junshi, if I hadn't pulled you up, what could you do to save your life?" ”

Li Ru smiled and did not answer.

Sima Hui was about to ask again, when he suddenly turned his head vigilantly and looked over.

I saw an old Taoist priest with brown clothes and bamboo canes and a white-haired and childish face standing beside him!

Less than three feet apart!

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Sorry, make up for yesterday's chapter! (To be continued.) )