In the same early morning, it was cold in Wuchang City.

As soon as Mo opened the door, the cold air and gloomy light poured into the room together, and the Shenjun and the goshawk inside let out a dissatisfied snort together.

"I went all over the pharmacy in the city, and I didn't have a single dose of medicine. ”

"Ha......" Goshawk let out a weak laugh, "Hundreds of people were trampled on that night, and they used the same medicine as ours, do you want me to teach you......?"

"I've looked for it, and every medicinal herb has been taken away by the government," Mo Yi bent down and looked at the Shenjun lying on the bed, he was still in a coma, his face was terrifyingly white, "I met a lot of people who bought medicine, and they couldn't find it either." ”

"Well, it's very smart," the goshawk snorted lazily, which made him look more like a rich man, "If I do the same, you know there is a water prison in the city, right? ”

Mo Yi quietly turned his face and glanced at the goshawk: "Your Legalist is really good at these prison things. ”

"You don't want to give up...... the smile on Goshawk's face faded away, making him look a lot more reliable, "It's time to part ways." ”

The goshawk stood up suddenly, and a certain temperament that did not belong to him gradually appeared, making the person look extremely sharp.

"Hey, old man, don't play dead!"

Shenjun really opened his eyes, and an ominous flush welled up on his pale face, which looked like a return to light.

The handsome young man held the goshawk's hand tightly: "This is my last hind hand, chasing the wind and shadows is in the city, you go to the gate of the east city, let the people guarding the city see your palms." ”

Goshawk let go of Shenjun's hand and raised his palm in front of his eyes, and there was an extra blood-colored word "Dao" in his palm, as if it was formed by the accumulation of blood under the skin.

"Don't hesitate," Shenjun showed a feeble smile, "Juzi is going to die, that's your only chance, you have a future if you live, you can't lose your life for something you can't do." ”

The conversation drained all of the Divine Monarch's strength, and he fell back into a deep sleep, seemingly never waking up.

Mo Yi and Shenjun walked to the door together, walked out of the room, and stood on the street.

The sky was full of clouds, and everywhere it was the same color, as if it were a whole piece of pig iron, or some other solid.

Then the two parted with their backs to each other.

Moyi's destination is the water dungeon in the west of the city, which is connected to the river that runs through the city, and is the most dangerous and safest place in the entire city.

Soon he saw his destination, a low building, with a small iron gate in the center, and a hideous head of a pig on it, the door was open, but there was only darkness inside.

Mo Yi smiled and sighed.

"No alcohol, pity. ”

Then he walked into the darkness.

Mo Yi was greeted by Zhang Tai's laughter.

"It's worthy of being a big man of the Mo family, so daring. ”

"It's Confucian. ”

Mo Yi smiled and drew his long sword.

"Why do you think I lost last time?"

Eight from slowly came out of the darkness.

Zhang Buqun smiled and shook his head: "Do you think we can all win last time, but this time we will wait, and we will lose?"

Mo Yi didn't say anything more.

Everybody shot.

The sound of metal clashing is like a frenzied movement, as if it is very chaotic, but there is a faint rhythm that holds everything in the back.

It was Moyi's sword.

The Mo family is very strong.

Moichi is strong.

Among the hundred families, only the Mo family has such an accumulation behind him, and since the hundred families besieged Guo Ziyi in the Tang Dynasty, Mo Yi is the strongest man.

The cooperation of the eight servants is intimate, and because of this, Mo Yi has mastered the battle, and even if Zhang Tai is added, he can't change the situation.

But it's not time to end the fight.

Like a web-weaving spider, Mo Yi waited patiently for the flying insect to be completely entangled.

And Zhang Tai was completely unaware.

He couldn't help but laugh when he saw that Bacong was advancing and retreating freely, relaxed and relaxed, and was slowly surrounding Mo Yi completely.

In any case, killing the current Mohist Juzi is something to boast about, and it will make Confucianism the true first of the hundred schools.

Zhang Tai still didn't move, his existence itself is the biggest threat, so this is the best choice.

But he didn't know that Mo Yi had already mastered the sword net woven by Bacong.

Then Mo Yi suddenly squatted on the ground in a strange position.

At that moment, Hachicong found that the sword in his hand was aimed at his companion, and at the same time, he was also facing the deadly blade.

But it's still too late.

They pulled out in a hurry, at least avoiding the danger of being killed by their companions while killing their companions, and as for giving Mo Yi a chance to escape, there was not so much to care about.

Then Zhang Tai found that he was the only one left to face Mo Yi.

And Moyi is ready.

The blade pierced through the air, bringing with it the sound of a dragon's groan.

Blood gushed out.

Zhang Tai gasped, staggered back, and fell to one knee.

The blade stabbed into his weak abdomen, unprotected by bones, and blood was pouring out of the wound, taking away all the strength in his body along with the excruciating pain.

Zhang Buqun still did not fall, he was the strongest person in Confucianism, even if he was so seriously injured, he still did not lose consciousness.

"Shoot the arrows!"

This is the line of defense that Zhang Tai was not going to use, and the water is as strong as gold, but if he can take off Mo Yi's head with his own hands, Zhang Buqun is still willing to do it himself, so the bow and crossbow with no dead ends just now has not attacked because he was afraid of accidentally injuring Ba.

But now is the time.

Eight Cong had already dodged, and Mo Yi was exposed to the clearing, unprotected.

Then the rain of arrows came.

Mo Yi stood up, and he wielded his long sword with inhuman terrifying power, fighting the rain of arrows with a web woven by sword light.

The first crossbow bolt was inserted into his flank.

Jang Tai laughed, the wound that tugged at his abdomen, the sharp pain twisting the smile.

Mo Yi was still wielding his long sword, and he didn't seem to be hurt at all.

Time passes maddeningly slowly.

The man stood alone against the rain of arrows like an immortal demon god, and he never seemed to fall.

Finally, the rain of arrows subsided.

Mo Yi was still standing in place, as if he was unharmed.

But in reality, Moyi is dying.

Three crossbow arrows hit him in that rain of arrows, his flank, his left shoulder, and his right leg.

Then a second wave of arrows came.

The gap just now is the crossbow reloading the crossbow and rewinding, which is exactly the same as another rain of arrows.

Mo Yi held the sword in both hands and stuck it on the ground, hoping that the sword would support him and keep him from falling down after he died.

"It is inevitable that the Mo family's giant will die in this way......"

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