Feng Tianyu thought for a moment and replied:

"Regarding the information about this killer organization, that's the minimal, now we only know that their organization has about two hundred personnel, of which the number of killers is one hundred and fifty-five, the number of special killers is five, the number of first-level killers is ten, the second-level killers are twenty, the third-level killers are thirty, the fourth-level killers are forty, and the fifth-level killers are fifty. The rest are the organizers, overseers, and liaisons, who are very tightly organized, and are currently the largest killer organization in the Ugu Continent. In the counterattack during this time, we probably got rid of more than 30 of their killers, but they were all level four or five, that is, they still have about 120 killers, all of whom are people with unique skills, and many people with higher martial arts than them will be killed by them. ”

"For killers, killing is the ultimate goal, they never care what kind of means they use, and they are often unable to prevent it, so you must be cautious."

After he finished the introduction, he couldn't help but admonish.

The Lone Star Hall of the Beggar Gang is located in the depths of the dense forest of Maple Grove Valley.

The valley is deep and the environment is harsh, except for a few simple wooden buildings and some simple living utensils, there is nothing else.

This is what Mo Huan asked for, he said:

"If you want to fight against the killer organization, you have to work harder than the killer's training, and survival and training in the wild is the best and fastest way."

They didn't bring any food, they fended for themselves in this deep mountain, and he believed that only those who could survive in such an environment were qualified to stay in the Lone Star Hall.

Therefore, there are not many people in Lone Star Hall, but all of them are elites.

When Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng came to Lone Star Hall with Feng Tianyu, Mo Huan had been waiting there for a long time.

In this forest, any wind and grass is under their surveillance.

He didn't go outside to greet him.

Because he thinks this is the best place to meet.

He looked at the three people who came indifferently and did not salute and say hello.

He never wastes his time on these worldly rituals, because he thinks that caring for or loving a person is in his heart.

When he can, he never speaks.

When he could say only one word, he would never say two words.

Mu Qianmei took a closer look at Mo Huan's current appearance, only to see that he had long black hair, draped casually over his shoulders, his handsome face was as cold as frost, and his eyes were as cold as a star, looking a little lonely and lonely.

Mu Qianmei couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart.

Feng Tianyu didn't care about Mo Huan's attitude, for him, loyalty and ability were enough.

He's not the one who cares about hypocrisy.

Liu Tingfeng had nothing to say, Mo Huan seemed to be hostile to him when they first met, he could feel it, but it was also inexplicable, he just stood quietly next to Mu Qianmei a little bit behind.

It seems that he has been standing in that position all along, whether it is enjoying the scenery on Wujian Mountain or walking the rivers and lakes together, as long as they are together, he will naturally stand in that position.

Accustomed to it, he is used to it but does not know it.

When others looked at it, they also felt that it was natural and harmonious, and they didn't take it to heart.

Only after Mo Huan glanced at it, he actually felt a faint pain in his heart.

How he wished that the person standing there was himself!

But he only glanced at it calmly, then turned his eyes away, and said nothing.

Only Mu Qianmei saw a flash of pain in his eyes.

She felt sour in her heart, and said softly:

"Mo Huan, you have suffered!"

A simple sentence, but it flowed through Mo Huan's heart like a warm current.

However, in this warm current, why does it always make him feel a faint tingling?

Is it caring?

Is it pity?

Or is it sympathy?

Mo Huan didn't answer, and he didn't know how to interface.

He just bowed his head sideways and said:

"Please go up to the second floor!"

Feng Tianyu was in front, Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng followed, and Mo Huan was the last to go up.

The second floor has a bit of a room, with a table near the window and a teapot and four cups on the table.

Mo Huan picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for each of the four cups, and the tea was still steaming faintly.

It seems that he is not as cold as he seems on the outside.

Feng Tianyu felt that the atmosphere was a little weird.

Every time he saw Mo Huan before, he looked like this, and he never felt anything strange.

But today is very different.

Liu Tingfeng sat quietly on the stool, Mo Huan calmly poured the tea, and there was no communication between the two, but it was obvious that it was weird

The atmosphere appeared because of the presence of the two of them.

After taking a sip of hot tea, Feng Tianyu said lightly:

"Someone in our branch has died in the killer of the Blood Killing Building, the little girl wants the Blood Killing Building to disappear, what is your opinion?"

"We can't do it yet."

Mo Huan replied simply and directly.

"What if Tingfeng and the little girl join?"

Feng Tianyu asked.

"It's worth fighting."

After a moment of silence, Mo Huan replied in a calm voice.

However, in this calm voice, the three of them heard the tingling and loss in his heart.

Between "can't do it" and "worth fighting", it's just because of the addition of two people.

Others practice swords, he also practices swords, and he pays far more than others, but the gap is so obvious.

"Then you should prepare and set off in three days! Tingfeng and the little girl stayed, and I went back first. You have to be careful, you don't underestimate the enemy at any time, you know? ”

Feng Tianyu didn't want to stay any longer, so he stood up and walked downstairs.

The three of them got up to send each other off, Feng Tianyu shook his hand to stop it, and the figure quickly disappeared into the woods, as if fleeing.

Mu Qianmei wanted to say more, but she didn't know how to say it, so she had to ask Mo Huan:

"Mo Huan, I heard that your meteor swordsmanship has been practiced very well, but it is difficult to improve it anymore, do you feel that there is still a back move, right?"

"Yes!"

Mo Huan replied succinctly.

"Can you practice it for us?"

Mu Qianmei asked.

Mo Huan hesitated for a moment, did not answer, but jumped directly from the window on the second floor, pulled out his long sword on the way, and practiced on a small lawn downstairs.

Meteor swordsmanship, as fast as a meteor.

If it weren't for the fact that Liu Tingfeng and Mu Qianmei were both masters of swordsmanship, ordinary people wouldn't be able to see his every move at all.

Simple, fast, clean and neat.

The moves are all killer moves, and the swords are as fast as lightning.

There is no distinction between good and evil in the sword moves, unlike the Netherworld Sword Technique, once it is used, it seems to come from hell, weird and evil.

It's not like the sword technique with the wind, which is elegant and awe-inspiring, just like the different winds of the four seasons, full of natural breath.

He's just so plain, simple, just asking for a quick word.

After the practice, Mo Huan still stood aside coldly, not asking, as if he was not looking forward to it, just standing indifferently.

"Mo Huan, I always feel that if you use the third sword of the Suifeng Sword Technique, it may be more powerful than the Pavilion Wind. Otherwise, we will combine the Meteor Sword Technique and the Third Sword Autumn Wind Falling Leaves with the Wind Sword Technique, and we will definitely be able to exert greater power. Let's show it to you by Tingfeng, let you take a look! When you look at it, you must pay attention to his sword intent, the sword style can be combined with the meteor sword technique to create, maybe it will be very suitable for you if you think about it. ”

Mu Qianmei said on a whim.

"Good!"

Mo Huan replied, a simple word, but it contained an incomparably complex mood.

Liu Tingfeng immediately jumped downstairs lightly, holding the Changfeng Sword in his hand, and the sword intent rose at will.

It was already late autumn, and the autumn spirit was already strong enough, but now that the sword intent was released, it was even more depressed and desolate.

Even swordsmanship masters like Mu Qianmei and Mo Huan inevitably have a sense of "life is boring".

Especially Mo Huan, his mood was already melancholy enough, and his mind was immediately captured.

Mu Qianmei exerted her internal strength and reminded softly:

"Pay attention!"

The voice seemed to penetrate Mo Huan's consciousness, and immediately made him regain his consciousness, he hurriedly guarded his mind, and while watching Liu Tingfeng dance the sword technique, he carefully comprehended the mystery of the sword intent.

Unconsciously, he actually entered a kind of artistic conception of forgetting things and me.

Even the willow pavilion wind had been exerted, and he didn't know it, so he naturally meditated cross-legged.

Mu Qianmei stretched out a finger and signaled Liu Tingfeng not to speak, and then the two of them quietly left the wooden building and walked slowly towards the mountain.

They stood on a hill behind the wooden building, not far from the wooden building, so that they could not only look at the wooden building, prevent anyone from suddenly disturbing them, but also enjoy the nearby scenery.

The two sat on a piece of bluestone on the top of the mountain, and Mu Qianmei asked softly:

"Can Tingfeng sense how many people there are in this mountain?"

"Seventy-two, they are all well hidden, but they still can't hold their breath completely, and there is still a slight breath coming out."

Liu Tingfeng replied, there was also some interest in his tone, because Mo Huan's attitude was not very friendly, he didn't want to stay in this place.

However, if Mu Qianmei wants to stay, he can only stay.

"There are seventy-four of us, and the other party has about two hundred, and the situation is not optimistic!"

Mu Qianmei said with some concern.

"Didn't Mo Huan say it's worth fighting?"

Liu Tingfeng asked strangely.

"He made a judgment based on the level of the killers they had come into contact with, if the intelligence was accurate, they only encountered killers below the second level, and they didn't know what the stunts and the first level were. And we're going to get rid of the Bloody Killing Tower, will they be waiting for us to pass? The killers are unpredictable, how can we get rid of them in one fell swoop? ”

Mu Qianmei asked another question.

"Capture the thief and capture the king first, of course we have to control their landlord first, and others will naturally come to the rescue, and then there will be a chance."

Liu Tingfeng thought for a while and said.

Mu Qianmei couldn't help but be a little surprised, the current Liu Tingfeng was no longer the scheming little boy of the past.

"I'm still worried about how many people from the Lone Star Hall will be left after this battle?"

Mu Qianmei said worriedly again.

"In any war, someone will pay the price of their lives, if we don't take the initiative to attack, maybe more and more people will be killed, and the price will be even greater!"

After several wars, Liu Tingfeng can be regarded as having understood a lot of things.

Sometimes in order to stop the bigger killings, the only way to stop the killings is to kill them.

Both of them silently looked at the scenery in front of them, were silent for a while, and then began to meditate and practice.

Unconsciously, a day and a night passed, and during this time, I heard the sound of someone practicing swords, hunting, picking wild fruits, etc., but I didn't hear any movement from Mo Huan.

It wasn't until the next night that I heard a shocking sword sound in the wooden building like a gust of wind sweeping away the leaves.

Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng immediately looked at the wooden building in surprise.

I saw that on the lawn in front of the wooden building, Mo Huan was holding a long sword, standing still in the middle, and at the edge of the woods a zhang away, a tree fell in a semicircle.

In the hazy twilight, Mo Huan is like a lonely cold star in the night sky, the autumn wind is swaying, standing in the sky, with endless loneliness and endless loneliness.

It makes people feel pity, chills, and fear when they look at it.

He actually realized such an earth-shattering sword!

It turned out that Mo Huan, who was already at the peak of the meteor swordsmanship, had been thinking hard about breaking through, but he had never been able to find a way, and yesterday he personally felt the sword intent of Liu Tingfeng's sword technique with the wind and the third sword of the autumn wind and falling leaves, and he seemed to have suddenly grasped a trace of inspiration, so he entered a realm of forgetting things and me, and after two days of meditation, he actually realized such a shocking sword from the autumn wind and falling leaves.

Suddenly, with his sword qi, he cut down dozens of big trees.

He himself was stunned.

Until Mu Qianmei and the other seventy-one people rushed over, he was still standing in the same posture as before, and the long sword in his hand was still stopped in mid-air.

"Mo Huan, you really realized such a powerful sword! It was a surprise. ”

Mu Qianmei said in surprise.

"Thank you, Tingfeng!"

Mo Huan suddenly said with difficulty.

His heart was still full of contradictions, if only this sword had been realized by himself.

However, he knew that this was thanks to the sword intent of the Wind Sword Technique after all.

"You're welcome, you're really a swordsmanship wizard."

Liu Tingfeng sincerely admired.

"By the way, what should be the name of Mo Huan's sword?"

Mu Qianmei asked.

"Let's call Mo Huan a sword, this is what he created!"

Liu Tingfeng blurted out.

"No, it's called the Lone Star Sword, and when that sword pierces out, I feel like a lonely cold star in the night sky."

Mo Huan said with emotion.

"Okay, let's call it the Lone Star Sword, the Lone Star Hall has the Lone Star Sword, and it lives up to its name."

Mu Qianmei said approvingly.

"Congratulations to the hall master!"

The other seventy-one people all congratulated with fervent eyes.

"I can tell you my feelings, whether you can practice this sword or not depends on your own perception, the day after tomorrow will set off to face the Blood Killing Building head-on, I hope you can all improve your strength as soon as possible."

Mo Huan said coldly.

"Yes, Hall Master Xie!"

Everyone thanked in unison.

At this time, someone sent food and water to the wooden building, and Mo Huan said lightly:

"Sister Fluttershy, let's go eat!"

After saying that, he didn't stop any longer, and jumped to another place with the rest of the seventy-one people, and disappeared into the night woods in an instant.