The sharp dagger blade, reflecting the cold light of the moon, dripping with blood, this is the last frozen picture of the black film line, and then he fell to the ground, and his life whimpered! The black shadow would never have thought that he would die so suddenly, so that the stiff expression was full of unwillingness and disbelief!

In the middle of the night in the wilderness, it was very quiet, and the yellow figure who had already walked away with the sack heard the movement and quickly turned back.

Seeing the black liquid flowing from the neck of the black shadow, which had already stained a large area of the ground under him, the yellow figure immediately threw away the sack, pulled out the saber at his waist, frowned, centered on his right foot, slowly turned, and looked around, obviously entering a state of alert.

"Don't look for it, I'm here!"

The yellow figure finally locked the direction, and under the fierce gaze, a thin figure gradually tore through the darkness of the night and the gray of the moon, and appeared in the field of vision.

"Who are you and why did you kill him?" the yellow figure asked coldly, seeing that the killer was just a stinky kid, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"No, it's just an itchy hand!" Zhang Mochen replied casually with a light smile, his calm footsteps did not stop, and continued to walk forward.

The two of them were finally only a few steps away, and when they saw Zhang Mochen's thin body, delicate and immature face, the tension in the heart of the yellow figure was slightly relieved.

"Little bastard, you should have used a sneak attack. But you have a kind of, and dare to show up!" the yellow figure said with a hint of disdain.

"It's a sneak attack, and I'm ashamed of my despicable methods, so I'm going to kill you openly and comfort myself. Zhang Mochen said lightly, a sneer rising at the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, I hope your strength matches your mouth. ”

The yellow figure didn't say much, and after a mocking sneer, his right foot stepped on the ground fiercely, and his body moved like a rabbit with the force of recoil, and the next second he rioted. The sharp sword that condensed the cold moonlight was raised straight, tearing through the air and stabbing towards Zhang Mochen.

Although there was no surging Yuan force, it was by no means a fist embroidered leg, feeling the chill brought by the tip of the sword, Zhang Mochen raised his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and the next second his body did not retreat but advanced, and greeted him.

The yellow figure saw Zhang Mochen rushing over with his bare hands, a smug sneer rose at the corner of his mouth, and then he used his feet to speed up the forward rush again.

Feeling the change in the speed of the yellow figure, Zhang Mochen's face did not change color.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to touch his chest, Zhang Mochen left his left foot a little, and his body leaned slightly to the right with the help of force. As he leaned to the right, the blade of the sword also grazed his chest.

After the blade passed through, there was a yellow figure, because of inertia, the two passed by, and their eyes met in this instant.

In the eyes of the yellow figure, there was no disdain and arrogance just now, but a trace of surprise emerged, I didn't expect this thin young man to be so flexible, and what I didn't expect was that when he dodged his own hard blow, the young man's face did not fluctuate in the slightest, and it seemed that he had already become a bamboo in his chest.

In the surprised gaze of the yellow figure, the two figures quickly separated after a moment of overlap.

Just as the two figures were completely separated, the yellow figure, who was about to stop turning around and attacking again, suddenly had a tight pupil.

The yellow figure changed color and sank, and only dared to stiffen his feet, as if he was tied and unable to move. Then a strong force came to his back, pushing himself forward fiercely.

"Poof..."

The yellow figure slammed forward, his attack so powerful that it slid on the ground for a long distance before stopping.

The yellow figure gritted his teeth and got up slowly, although it was more embarrassed, it was not a big deal, not even a fur injury.

However, at this moment, the bottomless black eyes completely lost their previous arrogance, replaced by fiery anger and cold killing intent.

"I underestimated you, I made Lao Tzu really angry, you died unjustly!"

The yellow figure spat a mouthful, and in the next second, a cold cold air shot out from the corner of his eyes, his feet grabbed the ground, and then stepped back hard, his strong body jumped forward with the help of force, and the sharp blade was raised by both hands, and as the body dived down, it slashed head-on at Zhang Mochen.

After knocking down the yellow figure with the help of force, Zhang Mochen's right foot sank, stopped the body rushing forward, and then turned around, and the obvious wind pressure made him raise his head slightly, squinting at the sharp blade that slashed down.

Zhang Mochen smiled faintly, urged Yuan Li to his palm, bent his knees, stomped on his feet, and his body burst out, facing the ferocious attack.

Seeing the palms with a slight yellow breath, the gloomy eyes of the yellow figure were instantly occupied by fear, and he wanted to stop, but the rapidly falling body was not controlled at all, so he had to continue to slash it hard.

After a while, the tip of the sword collided with the palm of his hand, and Zhang Mochen struck the sword away with a backhand palm of his left hand, and the sharp sword that deviated from the direction of the attack passed closely from his left arm.

The moment the left hand attacked, the right palm followed closely and blasted straight at the yellow figure's chest.

It was close at hand, and with the body falling, the yellow figure couldn't dodge at all, and could only watch the palm that lingered with the yellow yuan force slap firmly on him.

After a short confrontation, Zhang Mochen landed easily, and after the yellow figure let out a muffled sound, his sturdy body fell backwards like a kite with a broken string.

At the moment when his body hit the ground, the yellow figure endured the severe pain in his body and the fear in his heart, and without any hesitation, he got up and ran. However, after not running a few steps, the hurried escape came to an abrupt halt, as the thin figure once again blocked his way.

"Do you know that I am a member of the Li family? You let me go today, I am not to blame in the past, otherwise, the Li family will not let you go. ”

Feeling the killing intent after Zhang Mochen's shallow smile, the yellow figure pretended to show his identity calmly.

originally wanted to use the prestige of the Li family to save his life, but he didn't expect it to add fuel to the fire and make matters worse.

"Do you know why I killed you?" Zhang Mochen sneered, and after a while, he continued: "It's because you are from the Li family. ”

In the later conversation with Zhang Tianbing, Zhang Mochen already knew about the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range, although he had already suspected it, but after knowing the detailed results, Zhang Mochen couldn't help but be surprised. The current situation of the Zhang family is completely due to the defeat of the Li family.

Perhaps, my father's disappearance is also related to the Li family. Otherwise, even if the Heavenly Wolf Regiment is vicious, relying on his father's cultivation as an intermediary master, it would be wishful thinking to keep him. Zhang Mochen coldly looked at the yellow figure in front of him, which was already trembling violently, and this thought suddenly surged into his mind.

Zhang Mochen slowly pulled out the silver sword that had not been pulled out, and then urged the Yuan Force, and the yellow Yuan Force instantly surrounded the blade.

"I'm not playing with you anymore, let's get ready to hit the road!"

Zhang Mochen smiled indifferently, then raised his hand and waved it horizontally, and after the tip of the sword drew an arc of fine light in the air, pieces of yellow sword qi like dragon scales swooped out.

In the face of the attack of Yuan Li, even the strongest martial artist only has the ability to parry, and has no power to fight back, which is the difference between the world and the dragon and snake.

Looking at several yellow sword qi shuttling through this space, paving the surface, the pupils of the yellow figure continued to shrink, he wanted to dodge, but his body kept calling, and he was extremely stiff.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

There were a few sounds of breaking wind in his ears, and the yellow figure was shocked back a few steps.

At this time, a gust of evening wind blew, and the yellow figure felt a few cool breezes passing through his chest, which was not the freshness of the hot summer evening breeze, but the biting of the harsh winter wind. The yellow figure slowly lowered his head, his eyes a little wooden.

Zhang Mochen walked up to the yellow figure and said coldly: "Don't worry, there will be more Li family members who will go down to accompany you soon, don't worry about loneliness!"

The yellow figure's body trembled, and then its pupils gradually dilated, but before the unconscious body fell, he said vaguely: "You are Zhang... Ink... Dust..."

Zhang Mochen's indifferent face suddenly tightened, "How could he recognize me?"

Following the direction of the yellow figure's eyes, Zhang Mochen reluctantly raised the close-fitting saber in front of him, and said softly with some helplessness and luck: "I almost forgot about you." ”

The silver sword, Zhang Tianfeng personally tailored it for Zhang Mochen, and he has never left his body for many years, so this sword has also become a symbol of Zhang Mochen.

Zhang Mochen ignored the yellow figure who had long lost his vital signs, but turned around and walked under the big tree.

After a while, Zhang Mochen dug a pit in the ground, and then buried the silver sword.

After completing all this, Zhang Mochen suddenly knelt down on his knees in front of the moon, and whispered to himself: "Dad, if I can find you, I will come here to retrieve the sword, if... If you are gone, then let this sword temporarily accompany you in place of your son. After speaking, Zhang Mochen kowtowed his head three times in the direction of the moon.

In order not to leave a trace, Zhang Mochen quickly disposed of the bodies of the two again, and when he was done, there was less than an hour left before dawn.

Zhang Mochen returned to the tree again, ready to squint for a while.

"Packing up such a thing consumes two-thirds of my Yuan Power reserves, hey!" Zhang Mochen sighed in his heart while looking up at the moon.

Suddenly, Zhang Mochen slapped his head, "I almost forgot!"

Zhang Mochen turned over and jumped down from the tree, untied the sack, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl appeared in sight. Looking at the girl who was still in a coma, Zhang Mochen shook his head helplessly, and then woke her up.

The girl rubbed her neck in a trance, obviously the root of the pain left by the stunning, and after a while, she found herself lying in the arms of a stranger, and her expression instantly became vigilant.

The girl pushed Zhang Mochen away and said fearfully: "You... What are you going to do?"