Although Mo Zhiyu rushed out of the rattan, he was obviously not happy, and his body was wrapped with all kinds of rattans, looking very embarrassed.

At this time, the other four people who had just been slightly knocked down by Wanwan and Luo Bingqian surrounded them again, and each used their own strange methods, as if they wanted to kill the three of them in this narrow passage.

"Let's go!" Mo Zhiyu shouted directly at Wanwan, and slammed into the room next to him, breaking through the remaining half of the wall.

Wanwan immediately understood what Mo Zhiyu meant, and she didn't have time to respond, so she directly pulled Luo Bingqian and ran into the room, running towards the only window in the room.

As for Mo Zhiyu, he stopped at the door of the house with a horizontal sword, slashed left and right, and forced back the iceman and the fire man who chased after him, and then directly threw out the remnant sword in his hand, knocked back the iron man who was forced up one step back, and finally turned around and ran away.

After Luo Bingqian was pulled by Wanwan and took a few steps, she also understood the intention of Mo Zhiyu and Wanwan, and she also ran quickly. When she was about to be rushed out of the window by Wanwan, she parted hands with Wanwan in a rare tacit understanding, smashed through the window one after another, and jumped into the courtyard outside.

Mo Zhiyu also followed and jumped into the courtyard.

But now the night is very deep, and the outside world is so windy and snowy that even the lanterns that fluttered before have been blown out, and people can't see anything five paces away.

Fortunately, when Mo Zhiyu landed, he immediately sensed Luo Bingqian and Wanwan's breath, and hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled it tightly to his side left and right, so as not to be blown away in this wind and snow.

A few sounds of "poof, poof, poof" sounded behind them, the sound of people jumping into the snow, and it was obvious that the group of people was chasing after them.

Mo Zhiyu immediately pulled Wanwan and Luo Bingqian to turn around, but the wind and snow were too big, and they couldn't see the situation in front of them clearly at all, and they could only see some figures vaguely.

"You Hongtian Sect people!" Mo Zhiyu shouted loudly, but he also tried his best to keep the hoarseness in his voice, because he had to do everything to do the show.

No one answered him on the other side, just the shadows approaching them.

"Of course, it's the people of the Hongtian Sect, who else can exert that kind of power in this situation." Wanwan tugged on her arm, trying to separate herself from Mo Zhiyu, but she didn't pull it a few times, only the sound of her clothes "swishing".

"Let go, at this time, you can only fight separately, and pulling together is a pot!" Wanwan whispered.

"Senior brother, I agree with that demon girl this time," Luo Bingqian also pulled her sleeve, "These people should be from the Wind Country, they are here to arrest us!" Judging from their performance just now, how can they also be at the level of Dharma protectors in the Hongtian Sect, and in the current environment, we can't be their opponents! ”

"Quiet!" Mo Zhiyu snorted, but he didn't let go, but pulled the left and right people closer away from him.

And Wanwan and Luo Bingqian saw that Mo Zhiyu was still so firm, and they couldn't see what Mo Zhiyu's expression was now, so they stopped moving. Because every movement they make now is the sound of the bounty five thieves.

Gradually, gradually, the five shadows got closer and closer, so close that they were close to their line of sight. The three of them immediately held their breath, and even their heart rate was extremely low, so that they could completely hide themselves in the wind and snow as much as possible.

The wind and snow continued, and soon the snow in the courtyard was as thick as the instep, and it fell on all three of them, and now they were motionless, and they looked like snowmen.

They watched as the five shadows finally walked in front of them, and finally walked to the front, so the three of them could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Just as they watched the five shadows almost completely obscured by the wind and snow, they were finally able to move towards the house.

But at this moment, a ball of flame broke through the air and struck at the three of them, Mo Zhiyu immediately let go of the two people on the left and right, and between raising his hand, an ink-colored blade appeared in the palm of his hand, and the blade slashed straight at the fireball.

But then, they felt a strong vibration in the snow below, and the three of them hurriedly dodged backwards, and then they heard three "swishs", and three vines jumped up from the ground, and they were just a little short of completely penetrating the bodies of the three people!

Mo Zhiyu protected Wanwan and Luo Bingqian behind him, and decisively slashed forward, directly cutting off the three vines, and then blocking several waves of ice spikes left and right, and finally stabbing into the ground, blocking a ground cone that was rushing towards them quickly, that is, in an instant, he continuously dealt with the attacks of the three systems of "wood", "ice", and "earth".

However, Mo Zhiyu didn't have time to retreat at all, he immediately felt a blazing Yuan Force rushing towards him, so he could only meet the sword, and with two blows, he hit back two flame fists that rushed out from behind the wind and snow.

Seeing that Mo Zhiyu was here to deal with the four people on the opposite side with the strength of one person, Wanwan also quickly jumped out from behind Mo Zhiyu, brandished his long sword, and slashed at the wind and snow in front of him.

"When! Hum~"

But the sword was like slashing on a bronze bell, and the sound of the cut was crisp, followed by a row of strong Weng Ming. Because Wanwan slashed the last tin man.

The five of them advanced and retreated together, attacking at the same time, and they cooperated very tacitly, so that Mo Zhiyu and Wanwan were retreating step by step, which made Luo Bingqian, who couldn't intervene, look very anxious.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered something very important. From beginning to end, the voice has been so loud, and that Amon hasn't even appeared yet?

Could it be that Amon is also thinking about sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight?

This idea was immediately vetoed by Luo Bingqian, because judging from her many years of experience in the war department, a person like Amon should not care about this sudden divine descendant, and in the eyes of a person like Amon, as long as you give money, it is business.

Just when Luo Bingqian was still thinking, Mo Zhiyu and Wanwan had already been forced in front of Luo Bingqian again, and seeing that they were going back to the wall of the inn, there was no way out!

At this time, Mo Zhiyu's eyes lit up with the color of gold and fire, and in the palm of his hand, there was also a heat on the ink-colored blade.

The high temperature instantly evaporated the wind and snow between their faces into smoke, and for a while, the smoke and dust were filled.

(End of chapter)