Mo Yunzi's pupils contracted instantly, and relying on his sensitive reaction ability, he jumped away from the side at the first time. He dodged in time, but after all, he was a beat too late, and the thunderbolt was already on the ground before his feet left the ground.

Zhao was waiting to witness the explosion of the Thunderbolt Bomb, the flying flames must have been very gorgeous, but the Thunderbolt Bomb disappointed him, this damn thing didn't explode!

The round black sphere rolled mischievously on the ground, but there was no sign of exploding, and the four big red letters of the Thunderbolt Mixed Yuan looked like decorations.

Mo Yunzi jumped out of the danger area safely, and landed on top of the carriage with a somersault, looking at Zhao Zheng fiercely.

The Thunderbolt Hybrid Bullet stopped rolling, let alone exploding, and there was no sign of heat, and it looked like a harmless lead ball for humans and animals. In fact, the accuracy of this thing is very low.,There will be a dumb fire in ten.,It's a test of luck to use this weapon.,In the game, many people call this weapon "character bullet".,This can be seen.。

Zhao Zheng's luck was really not good, and this dumb thunderbolt hybrid bomb once again confirmed this. He glanced at the silent Thunderbolt Mixed Yuan Bullet blankly, his face was ugly, this thing didn't explode, it meant that he was going to fight Mo Yunzi with real knives and guns.

The end of the strong crossbow is still a crossbow, and it still has lethality, and you must not underestimate the seriously injured Moyunzi.

The two glanced at each other one high and one low, and after tearing off the disguise, Zhao Zheng was no longer the low-voiced trickster, which could be seen from his current eyes, and his eyes already had killing intent in them.

This kind of killing intent can be read even by strangers. Not to mention the battle-hardened Moyunzi. But he wasn't surprised. There was still a cold calm.

"What's that orb?" Mo Yunzi asked Senran. His face became even more terrifying against the backdrop of blood, as if he had just crawled out of hell.

"It doesn't matter what it is anymore, I don't want to mention it. If you're really interested in it, you can stab it and see if it might surprise you. Zhao Zheng told a bad joke, but he didn't laugh, and the other party didn't laugh. He pressed his hand to the hilt of the sword of life. This action already says everything. In winter, the hilt of the One Life Sword is cold.

"I've long felt that there's something wrong with you, that there are secrets hidden in your tricks, and that there are secrets hidden in your hearts, but I didn't rush to pierce them, because I wanted to see you show yourself."

"I have to admit that I am not a person suitable for lying, and I am not suitable for lying, if it weren't for my lack of strength, I wouldn't have used this method to deal with you."

"Why are you dealing with me?"

"Is it necessary to give a reason?" Zhao Zheng asked rhetorically.

"It's okay if you don't talk about it. I've guessed it. Mo Yunzi snorted coldly.

"What did you guess?"

"You are in the same group as Wang Sheng, and your job is to be responsible for tricking me down this road."

"Your guess is reasonable. But I'm really wrong, I'm not in the same league as this bastard. "Zhao Zheng doesn't like to be involved with people like Wang Sheng, if he is misunderstood, he will be even more wronged.

"If you guess wrong, you guess wrong. Anyway, the reason is not important, what matters is the result. Mo Yunzi pulled out the Leng Feng sword, the sword in his hand was in stark contrast to the sword in Zhao Zheng's hand, "Me and you, who can survive?" ”

"The results are clear."

"Not necessarily."

"Then give it a try. The results are only known after the trial. Zhao Zheng was reluctant to continue, delaying time would allow Mo Yunzi to gradually regain his strength, which would be detrimental to him. He drew his sword, the screech of metal grinding sounding like the call of an eagle.

The cold light staggered in mid-air, as if a lightning bolt struck between heaven and earth, and the snowflakes fluttering in the wind changed their trajectory with the movements of the two people, and this irregular movement formed a crazy dance.

Even crazier than snowflakes are people.

After the cold light flashed, the offensive of the two collided together, and this time it was no longer the cold light that staggered, but a real sword.

The Leng Feng Sword and the First Life Sword are both low-grade swords, and the sharpness is basically the same, and they are comparable in the confrontation, and each has a gap.

Zhao Zheng held the sword in both hands, trying to force Mo Yunzi down, but found that it was very difficult, and Mo Yunzi's strength was still very strong. He and Mo Yunzi glanced at each other at this moment, and saw a colder cold than this winter day.

The two of them jumped backwards and fell back to the ground. Through this tentative fight, Zhao Zheng preliminarily confirmed the remaining strength of Mo Yunzi after his injury, he was stronger than the current Mo Yunzi, but he still couldn't be careless. He was very jealous of the ancestral swordsmanship that Mo Yunzi had practiced.

Moyunzi's damaged internal organs were shaken, and more blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. His injuries were even more serious, and his whole body was shaking, but the sword in his hand was still very steady, as if the only remaining life force was infused into it.

"If you were in my prime, you would have been dead just now." Mo Yunzi said hatefully.

"There are no ifs." Zhao Zheng mobilized his internal strength and rushed forward, his momentum was not as powerful as Wang Sheng, but it was much stronger than Mo Yunzi who was injured by the heavy weight. This time, he unleashed the most powerful killing move at present, "Overlord Long Slaughter", this fast and ferocious move will become the last straw that bends Mo Yunzi.

Zhao Zheng rushed to Mo Yunzi and swung the sword in his hand, this slashing move was contrary to the common sword moves, but it was also deadly and delicate.

The overlord Changtu soon made Mo Yunzi taste the bitterness, he thought that Zhao Zheng's moves would be as simple and rough as Wang Sheng's, but after a few changes of moves, he found that it was not the case at all, and Zhao Zheng's moves were full of rich changes and uncertainties.

The overlord Changtu's sword moves are like a tiger descending the mountain, every grab and bite is full of destructive power, and every time he hits, he can gnaw off a piece of meat from Mo Yunzi's broken body. Zhao Zheng suppressed Mo Yunzi with an absolute advantage, and the cold rays he swung out several times almost pierced the vital point on Mo Yunzi's body. Mo Yunzi was like dancing a complicated dance on the tip of a knife at this time, and a small mistake could lead to death.

"Poof!"

Zhao Zheng performed the last move in a set. The blade of the sword swung diagonally brought out a string of blood flowers. And reflected the figure of Mo Yunzi flying backwards.

Blood always has a bad omen. But at this time, it seems to have a unique beauty, and the ultimate swordsmanship has given birth not only to killing techniques, but also to an art based on the premise of depriving life.

Mo Yunzi was traumatized under the baptism of the overlord Changtu, and at this time he was already a candle in the wind, and he would be extinguished at any time.

Zhao Zheng thought he had won, and he stretched his sword back, like an archer, aiming the tip of his sword at Mo Yunzi's throat. He wanted to put a final stop to this battle in the cold wind.

"You forced me." Mo Yunzi squeezed out such a sentence from his blood-red mouth. The sound was quiet, like the crackling sound of a broken candle's flame flickering.

"What did you say?" Zhao Zheng asked.

"You forced me."

"I heard what you said clearly, but I think it wasn't me who forced you, but yourself, and it was you who forced yourself to be what you are today, otherwise you wouldn't have ended up like this."

"You forced me." Mo Yunzi closed his eyes.

"If you can only repeat this sentence, then use it as your last word."

"You forced me, you forced me to let that evil spirit out. Prepare to die. As soon as it is released, everyone will die. Mo Yunzi slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes changed. It turned into a strange red, and this red was very gorgeous. It's more glaring than blood. There was no longer exhaustion, no more pain, no more calmness in his eyes, only madness beyond ordinary people!

Zhao Zheng gasped, his previous belief in victory was shaken in an instant, he recognized this kind of look, this was a sign that Mo Yunzi was crazy!

Mo Yunzi is right, once he goes crazy, he will become a demon who chooses people to devour! When he first went crazy, he even killed the people closest to him, which was one of the main reasons why he became so withdrawn and perverse.

In the game, Mo Yunzi's madness is random, but I didn't expect it to be deviated in reality, and Mo Yunzi, who was standing in front of Zhao, seemed to have the ability to force himself into a state of madness!

Once Mo Yunzi starts to go crazy, not only will he become extremely violent, but his strength will also rise sharply. This ascent is mainly reflected in the calculation power, after he loses his mind, he can instantly calculate the moves that should be used, much faster than normal.

In the game, Zhao Zheng has suffered from Moyunzi several times, and now, the nightmare has returned in a clearer way, enveloping him like a dark cloud.

"In the past, Bao Xi began to draw gossip, with the virtue of the gods, with the love of all things, to make the ninety-nine technique to combine the changes of the six yao." Mo Yunzi muttered frantically, like an old woman preaching to her descendants, her voice was emotionless, and it seemed strange and inexplicable.

You can't communicate with a madman, you can only solve problems with actions. Mo Yunzi was seriously injured, even if he went crazy, his strength should be greatly reduced, maybe not so strong.

Zhao Zheng took a deep breath and forced himself to ignore the fact that Mo Yunzi had entered a state of madness, and only regarded Mo Yunzi as a vulnerable dying person, which effectively improved his confidence.

"in the Yellow Emperor and the gods of it, and extend it, so the establishment of the calendar, the law of Lu, with the original Dao, and then the subtle qi of the two instruments and four images can be obtained and effective." Mo Yunzi staggered forward, muttering the difficult content recorded in the ancestral swordsmanship.

Zhao Zheng lowered his body, instantly completed the process of accumulating strength, and rushed forward in a flash, and the sword in his hand turned into a thunderbolt with a force that broke through ten thousand jun. The internal force overflowing from the sword body rubbed against the air at high speed, and the heat generated caused the snowflakes moving in the air to vaporize instantly.

In the face of the attacking sword of life, Mo Yunzi's shaking body suddenly stopped, as if an invisible hand was controlling his soulless empty shell.

"It is said that the number of subordinates is unheard of!" Mo Yunzi's voice suddenly rose and echoed violently in the valley. He calculated the trajectory of Zhao Zheng's attack and stabbed it with a sword, which seemed to be ordinary, but it was as powerful as the deciding chess piece in Go. The fall of this chess piece immediately led to the complete collapse of the enemy's chess piece, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fixed country!

Before Zhao Zheng could use all his strength, he was forced to retreat. All the changes in his back hand have to go through a point. But now this point is blocked by Mo Yunzi's sword. Block his back moves. He had no choice. You can only go backwards. He fell into passivity, and as he retreated, he moved the sword in his hand, trying to break free from the blockade of Moyunzi. But as soon as his hand moved, Mo Yunzi's sword also moved, always blocking that point.

"According to the weekly metric system and there are nine numbers, and if there are nine numbers, then nine chapters are carried out!" Mo Yunzi yelled frantically. His scarlet eyes widened, and he stabbed the blade forward some distance further.

Zhao Zheng couldn't dodge, and was cut through his shoulder by the sword qi emitted by the Leng Feng Sword, he frowned in pain, and swung his sword to block the Leng Feng Sword, but before the two swords collided, Mo Yunzi pulled the sword back, as if he had read his thoughts in advance. It was terrifying, and the fear diffused into a chill that radiated from within the body. It was colder than the wind.

"The former violently burned books, and the scriptures were scattered!" Mo Yunzi swung another sword. The body made a strange spin on the snow, and the sword body drew a twisted arc, leaving another hole in Zhao Zheng's body. Fortunately, Zhao Zheng was wearing a fragrant jade bamboo armor and blocked the attack.

Zhao Zheng tried to regain his previous advantage and launched two rounds of active counterattacks, but all the tricks failed, and all of them were dodged by Mo Yunzi, and now Mo Yunzi is as terrible as in his heyday! He discerned the situation and believed that it was impossible to win now, so he could only avoid the edge for the time being.

"Since the time has passed, Zhang Cang, the Marquis of Pinghou in the Han Dynasty, and Geng Shouchang, the Great Si Nongzhong, have all been good at fortune telling!" Mo Yunzi shouted and swung out the sword in his hand, but it missed.

Zhao Zheng stopped attacking, and used all his strength to retreat, dodging Mo Yunzi's sword, and desperately running towards the mountain on the left. He used Luo Yanbu, and his legs were full of dexterous buoyancy. The valley is flanked by mountain walls, and the one on the left has a certain slope and is easier to walk than the steep one on the right.

Mo Yunzi caught up with Zhao Zheng and sprinkled a little blood on the road, his movements were very stiff, just like a marionette. He didn't care about bleeding, he didn't care about the pain, but the wound slowed him down.

After Zhao Zheng went up the hillside, he jumped on the branch of a big tree and moved forward by jumping. The Luo Yanbu he learned was a good light skill, which made him faster than Mo Yunzi under heavy injury, and he got rid of Mo Yunzi after running for a while.

Mo Yunzi lost Zhao Zheng in the process of chasing, mistook a withered tree as an attack, and brandished the sword in his hand to cut the tree into several pieces. He can't tell the difference between friend and foe now, he only knows how to keep killing, and the trees around him have become the targets of his killing.

Zhao Zheng ran, glanced back, and found that Mo Yunzi had disappeared, he thought it was wrong at first, but after observing it for a while, he realized that it was indeed the case. He didn't slow down because of this, but kept his existing high speed and continued to move forward. Whenever his feet landed on a branch, the snow on it would fall.

After running far enough, he stopped, turned around and looked into the distance, and all he saw was trees, snow, and cold wind, and Mo Yunzi was completely nowhere to be found. He listened intently for a while, and could faintly hear some sounds that did not belong to nature, which may have been made by Mo Yunzi, but it was only possible.

He thought about what to do next, and there weren't many options in front of him.

There is a time limit for Mo Yunzi to go crazy, and after the time limit, it will return to normal, and now that so much time has passed, it must have reached that time limit. Now it's time to go back the way you came, and seize this opportunity to eradicate Moyunzi once and for all.

The relationship between chasing and being chased shifted, and Zhao was jumping along the footprints he had stepped on earlier, and trees of uneven height flew under his feet. He jumped back to a previous turning point, and saw Moyunzi's footprints and blood on the ground, surrounded by severed trees, which looked like giant limbs.

Zhao Zheng followed the traces on the ground to hunt down Mo Yunzi, and with his eyesight, it was not a difficult thing. He followed the traces to the end, the traces on the ground were broken, the footprints stopped abruptly, and there was not even a single blood spot around, as if Mo Yunzi had evaporated in place and disappeared between heaven and earth.

This is not a good sign, it is obvious that Mo Yunzi regained consciousness, then hid his tracks and chose to flee.

Zhao was conducting a careful search around and found a spot of blood that had fallen on a tree branch, and he continued to search in this direction, but could not find any more traces. If he fails to kill Mo Yunzi this time, he will have one more powerful mortal enemy. He was a little anxious, and he didn't want to look for the difficult traces slowly, so he ran around quickly, looking directly for Mo Yunzi himself, but he didn't find it after looking for a long time.

Where will Moyunzi be now?

Either they are running away in one direction; Either they are hiding somewhere in the mountains; Either they ran back down the hill and joined the carriage.

Three guesses are possible, after weighing it, Zhao Zheng finally decided to go down the mountain to have a look, because there were four innocent people in the carriage, he didn't want these people to have an accident, even if Mo Yunzi didn't come down the mountain, he had to settle these people first.

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Note: When Mo Yunzi was crazy, he should have chosen "Fixation", because Zu Xuan was one of the authors of this book, but I couldn't find the original text of "Fixation", so I had to find a "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic Notes" instead. (To be continued.) )