Mo Qingge's voice is not loud, but it contains a strange power, far and near, clear and audible, the middle-aged man was overjoyed when he heard the words, on the contrary, Wu Kuang's complexion changed suddenly, his eyes were gloomy and dark, and his tone was no longer the previous politeness, Xiao Kill was like a cold wind.

"Your Excellency, have you thought clearly? It's not a wise decision to be an enemy of my Lianyunzhai, and don't be confused for a while and invite trouble!"

Mo Qingge laughed, ignoring Wu Kuang's threat, and slowly spoke: "Lianyunzhai is just the king of soil in the mountains, although the trouble is not small, but the trouble is not a ...... Oh, don't say much, those people just now are estimated to have not gone far, Mo Mou will send you down, and Huangquan Road will be with you!"

The words were still fluttering in the wind, and Mo Qingge's body had already strolled out, his pace was light and slow, as leisurely as stepping on spring to enjoy the flowers, but the speed was getting faster and faster, dragging out a long phantom, and after a while, he crossed a distance of more than ten zhang.

The nearest bandit raised his knife and wanted to cut ......

A sneer flowed from the corner of Mo Qingge's mouth, the long sleeves embroidered with cloud patterns were swept in the air, the sleeve robe rolled like waves, and the energy was layered on top of each other, like two mighty Yangtze rivers pouring for thousands of miles, rolling in the air.

Where the two mighty Yangtze rivers passed, the mountain bandits were bombarded by a giant hammer, their chests were sunken, their heads exploded, the sound of bones shattering continued, and one by one their figures flew out like cannonballs, and they did not move at all after falling to the ground, and their breath was completely lost.

With just one blow, Mo Qingge killed more than a dozen mountain bandits and opened up an empty avenue.

Wu Kuang and the ugly head Tuo, the white-faced scholar glanced at each other, afraid to see the solemn color in each other's eyes, judging from the other party's shots, their cultivation is very high, and they are by no means inferior to Xiao Dongting, the owner of the village.

The cultivation of the three of them is not weak, and naturally they also feel a majestic qi machine that locks them firmly, if they turn around and run away at this moment, they will undoubtedly expose the vital point of their backs to the other party, and the light skills shown by the other party tell them a cruel truth.

Escaping will only be broken by each one, which is tantamount to self-destruction.

Since things can't be good, if you gather the strength of three people, even if you don't defeat the other party, you may not be able to fight for a glimmer of life.

"Kill me!"

It was useless to say more, Wu Kuang and the three of them drank in unison, and at the same time they killed Mo Qingge, and the mountain bandits who were closer also screamed and raised their knives to pounce.

"What's the use of more miscellaneous fish? It's just a matter of making Mo a little more effortless. ”

Smiled disdainfully, Mo Qingge's five fingers stretched like an orchid, this is a set of feminine palm techniques in the Flower Shifting Palace, called Orchid Palm, but now in Mo Qing's singer, it has reached the realm of softness and rigidity, only to see a fierce and uncast palm power flying out, and one by one the mountain bandits exploded one after another in the terrible screams, revealing a transparent hole in the front chest and back.

The rich smell of blood spread, Mo Qingge was dressed in white as new, and the scattered blood mist would automatically slide to both sides when it approached Mo Qingge's body three feet around, and the scene was extremely weird.

Seeing this scene, all the mountain bandits widened their eyes, showing a look of horror in their eyes, only to feel that the handsome white-clothed man in front of them was a demon wearing fairy skin, even if Wu Kuang and the three of them were usually quite powerful among the mountain bandits, they couldn't suppress the fear in the hearts of the mountain bandits, and hurriedly retreated backwards.

They retreated, but Wu Kuang and the three of them gritted their teeth with gloomy faces and rushed forward.

The white-faced scholar came out from the left side, shook the soft sword in his hand, and shot out a dazzling hazy sword light, and countless illusory sword shadows were born in the hazy sword light.

The ugly head Tuo was killed from the right, his palms were black and purple and swollen, glowing with the unique luster of metal, giving people a solid texture, and there was no subtle change in the palm, but he went straight forward, rolled up the strong wind, and slapped towards Mo Qingge, which was quite clumsy and clever.

Wu Kuang, the strongest of the three, slammed his toes on the ground when he rushed to the front, his body swept up, and the momentum of his body continued to condense and climb, and after reaching a peak state of not vomiting or unhappy, he raised his knife and slashed at Mo Qingge.

The three of them have been familiar with each other for many years, and the shot is a killing move, and the cooperation is even more tacit, the white-faced scholar's swordsmanship is to cover the reality with falsehood, there is no way to change, and to hit the enemy with skill, the palm of the ugly head is wide open and closed, straight to the point, to break the enemy, Wu Kuangju hit high, the momentum with the divine will in the knife, to suppress the enemy with potential, if it is replaced by Mo Qingge Ming Yugong has not yet been completed, to deal with it, I am afraid it is really a little troublesome.

As for now, Mo Qingge, the towering building of the Innate Realm, has reached the top, and his vision and strength have reached a higher level, which is not at all comparable to Wu Kuang's three people who are still downstairs......

"Hey, a clumsy skill, but also an ugly showman?"

In the light laughter, Mo Qingge's body did not retreat but advanced, his right hand brought a surging palm force, pressing towards the ugly head, and his left hand did not shy away from reaching into the sword net, making a flower plucking shape, avoiding the false attack, and pinching the tip of the soft sword in the white-faced scholar's hand with his fingers.

There was a "bang", and the two palms struck......

Compared with Mo Qingge, the fierce palm power of the ugly head is completely small, under the collision, it will collapse at the first touch, and the arms of the ugly head will be broken by a fierce force, the elbow is turned upside down, and the shocking blood splashes out.

The vast and majestic palm power of the mountains and seas came to him, and the ugly head wailed in pain, and in an instant, the ribs were shattered, and the internal organs were also stirred into minced meat by this majestic palm power.

On the other side, the white-faced scholar who was pinched the tip of the soft sword only felt a stream of cold true qi reaching his body along the long sword, freezing flesh and blood, and condensing the true qi, and then in the frightened eyes of the white-faced scholar, the finger that pinched the soft sword twisted slightly, and the soft sword suddenly shattered, turning into countless cold stars and cold rays that rolled upside down and ejected.

The white-faced scholar first felt a pain in his eyes, his eyes turned black, and then his consciousness seemed to be torn apart by a sharp object, and he fell into boundless darkness.

Fragments of the soft sword pierced through the brain...... The book in white is life and death!

All this seemed to be a long time, but in fact, it happened between the lightning and flint, when the corpses of the white-faced scholar and the ugly head fell to the ground, Wu Kuang's evil tiger long knife was belated, and it slashed to the top of Mo Qingge's head.

"Little brother, be careful!" the middle-aged man with the gun saw this and hurriedly reminded him.

The long knife and hair, the knife momentum is like a vicious tiger descending the mountain, choosing people and devouring them, at the moment when it is not possible, Mo Qingge moved a step backwards under his feet, the difference of this step is to give people a subtle feeling of retreating from the end of the world to the cape, from Wu Kuang's knife momentum, the difference with the cold light and cold blade missed.

Mo Qingge just retreated with his front foot, avoiding Wu Kuang's knife edge, and followed up with his hind foot, bullying him forward, pinching the gap between Wu Kuang's knife technique, and the moment of returning qi luck in his body, he bent his fingers into claws and grabbed towards Wu Kuang's throat.

The surrounding air froze instantly with Mo Qingge's hand, like a series of high walls and iron walls, holding Wu Kuang's figure hostage, making him unable to move, and he could only watch Mo Qingge's five fingers gradually enlarge, clasping his throat, and crushing his throat bone with a "click".

With a muffled snort, Wu Kuang's body collapsed like mud and fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.

One advance, one retreat and one advance, between a few breaths, Mo Qingge made three moves, and Wu Kuang and the three died.

"Run!"

The deaths of Wu Kuang, the ugly head tuo, and the white-faced scholar were like a thunderbolt exploding in everyone's hearts, deafening, making people's thoughts stagnate, and the mountain bandits after coming back to their senses looked panicked, and there was only one thought left in their minds that was circling and echoing, escape!

Mo Qingge didn't have any idea of cutting the grass without eradicating the roots, just when the rest of the mountain bandits had the idea of escaping, Mo Qingge moved, and the whole person seemed to pull out several figures from his body, like a doppelganger, and swept in several directions at the same time.

Fists, palms, claws, fingers, one move, one style, all exquisite, under which the mountain bandits are like rag dolls, or fly out upside down, or paralyzed to the ground, none of them live.

The middle-aged man also shouted, and led the remaining black-clothed guards with a gun to kill the fleeing mountain bandits, Wu Kuang and the three were killed, and the other mountain bandits were frightened at the moment, and they had already been frightened, and they had no resistance at all.

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man bowed to Mo Qingge, who had returned to the same place, and said, "In Xia Di Changkong, I have thanked the little brother for his help, by the way, I haven't asked the little brother for his name?"

"Under the surname Mo, the cursive words are frivolous!" After reporting his Jianghu vest, Mo Qingge said again: "These mountain bandits Mo have solved it for you, what you said before still counts?"

Before Di Changkong could answer, a gentle and weak voice came out of the carriage.

"Naturally, let's get in the car with Childe and the girl. ”