"Bastard, give me back my body!" A roar suddenly came from the corner of the stone room, and a black shadow jumped out of the darkness, carrying a bright and dangling knife, and rushed straight towards the Demon Feather.

Mo Ling hurriedly took out a cyan short knife from his sleeve to meet the enemy, and with a crisp sound of "clang", Mo Ling's body was shocked back a few steps, and the raging momentum of the black shadow was also contained.

The Black Shadow seemed surprised by the result, "What kind of knife are you!"

Mo Ling looked at the short knife in his hand, put it back in his sleeve, and did not answer.

"I asked you what kind of knife it was!" the black shadow jumped into a rage, "it can actually block my full slash!"

"That's not a knife at all," Qingzhou interjected from the side at this time, his tone was not without jokes, "Old man Mo, no matter how powerful your corpse cutting knife is, you can also cut the short knife in the hands of Brother Mo Ling, so don't be delusional." ”

"What are you talking about!" Old Man Mo stomped his feet angrily, "It seems that you have forgotten the power of the old man's corpse cutter, believe it or not, I will scrape off another layer of your skin?"

"Hmph, you can only take advantage of your majesty now, and if you have the ability, you can make a few moves with Brother Moling's short knife to see who doesn't know the height of the sky. Qingzhou sneered.

Mo Ling didn't want to fight to the death with Old Man Mo, but Qingzhou kept fanning the flames from the side and stirring up Old Man Mo's anger. Mo Ling was a little unhappy, and just wanted to speak, but the old man Mo couldn't hold it anymore, and rushed up with a knife.

"Eat the old man's knife!"

Old man Mo was very confident in his knife work, Qingzhou also said that his corpse cutting knife was powerful, Mo Ling did not dare to take it lightly, and pulled out the short knife again, and fought with Old Man Mo for a while. For Mo Ling, this was an expected result, but for Old Man Mo, he couldn't accept the fact that "his own corpse cutter can't have the upper hand" anyway, and Mo Ling's calm seemed more like a silent banter to Old Man Mo. So the old man Mo became more and more anxious the more he fought, the range of shots was bigger and bigger, and the flaws were more obvious than the others, Mo Ling was not chaotic, and saw that the old man Mo had no time to turn back, and the knife swept over the old man Mo's vest, only to hear a crisp sound of "hiss", and the crimson blood soaked out from the tear of the clothes, ticking and falling to the ground, and soon gathered into a one-foot-square blood beach, which looked so terrifying.

"Slap, slap, slap," Qingzhou clapped his palms and exclaimed, "It is worthy of Brother Moling, his knife skills are exquisite, unpredictable, and he chases his life with one move, and in an instant, Old Man Mo's corpse cutting knife method is ashamed of himself, and he can't prevent it." ”

It's all a mess. Mo Ling frowned, unable to guess the meaning of Qingzhou's words - if he just wanted to provoke Old Man Mo and incite him to fight with me, this purpose had already been achieved, was it necessary for him to continue to provoke.

"Chasing Eighteen Slashes, what kind of sword technique is this, why haven't I heard of it!" Old Man Mo was angry, and what he cared about was not the injury on his back, but Qingzhou's casual nonsense of chasing eighteen slashes.

"There is another name for the Eighteen Slashes, you must have heard of it. Qingzhou sneered, "That's ......"

"What is it!" Old Man Mo asked with a roar.

Qingzhou grinned, staring at Old Man Mo but didn't speak, Old Man Mo was extremely angry, waved his knife and roared towards Qingzhou, Qingzhou saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly fled to Mo Ling's side, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Brother Mo Ling save me!"

Mo Ling hesitated slightly, Old Man Mo had already rushed to him with a knife, and Mo Ling had no choice but to put on a posture and block Old Man Mo's angry slash for Qingzhou, "Get out!" Old Man Mo's crazy slash made Mo Ling retreat again and again, and gradually lost the ** that blocked him.

Qing Zhou saw that Mo Ling had no fighting intent, and he panicked and shouted at Old Man Mo: "Mo Si'an, if you kill me, don't want to know the name of the sword technique!"

Old man Mo didn't eat this set, "When the old man kills you, it's not too late to ask this kid again!"

Qingzhou hurriedly shouted at Demon Ling: "Brother Demon Ling, if you don't take advantage of it now, you won't be able to save the girl who came with you!"

Qingzhou's words surprised both Mo Ling and Old Man Mo, Old Man Mo came back to his senses first, jumped back, and flew in the direction of the stone bed, Mo Ling immediately followed, and came to the stone bed one step ahead of Old Man Mo. Mo Ling didn't have time to take a closer look, he reached out to pick up the person on the bed, and was about to jump away, but unexpectedly, Old Man Mo threw out the corpse knife and flew to Mo Ling in the blink of an eye. Mo Ling hugged someone in his arms, and he didn't have time to draw the knife from his sleeve, so he could only grit his teeth, bounce the knife away with his arm, and retreated into the distance by taking advantage of Old Man Mo's stunned gap.

"This ......" The moment Qingzhou saw Mo Ling blocking the knife with his hand, his whole heart rose to his throat, and the scene of the corpse cleaver being bounced away by Mo Ling's arm made the hanging heart stuck in his throat and couldn't fall down, and the taste was very complicated.

Mo Ling was also sweating with fright, and secretly rejoiced that he had applied a protective spell to his arms beforehand. When Mo Ling put the woman in her arms on the ground and lifted the towel on her head, a delicate and moving face appeared in front of Mo Ling's eyes - it was really Nan Ruoli.

She's here to show that she's really fallen into a trap. Mo Ling grabbed Nan Ruoli's person with one hand, pressed it on his forehead with the other, and recited a spell to calm his mind. As soon as the voice fell, Nan Ruoli's body reacted, her eyelids slowly opened, and then her lips opened slightly, and with a gentle breath, three silver needles flew towards the center of Mo Ling's eyebrows.

Mo Ling reacted quickly, turned his head away, wiped the silver needle and dodged it, and turned around and caught Nan Ruoli's wrist, "What are you doing." ”

Nan Ruoli was slightly stunned, staring blankly at Mo Ling for a long time, before she sobered up, "Why are you ......?"

"It's not me who else can I be. Mo Ling sighed, "Your Yuan Shen is a little scattered now, you need to concentrate and rest, and I will take you out after I finish cleaning up the rest of the stall." ”

After Mo Ling instructed, he stood up, and just saw Old Man Mo picking up the corpse cutter on the ground, his face was full of resentment, "The old man's corpse cutter has torn the skin of a living person, cut the bones of a dead person, cut gold like earth, sharpen iron like mud, and it can't be stopped by a high-grade jade magic weapon, but today he was stopped by the arm of a hairy boy, the old man is really old." Old man Mo sighed, his mood was much calmer than just now, "Boy, the old man will ask you again, what is your name and what are you doing in this crypt." ”

"It's not enough to be in the lower name, just because my companion was lost in the misty canyon, so I came here to find her," Mo Ling said, glancing at Nan Ruoli, "In addition, I heard that Mo Si'an, a disciple of the Mo Family Academy, imprisoned Qingwei here, I don't know if it's true or not?"

"Qingwei, who is Qingwei?" Old man Mo was stunned for a moment, repeated the name several times, and then suddenly laughed, "It turns out that his name is Qingwei, it turns out that he is Qingwei, hahaha......"

"Dead old man, Qingwei is really in your hands!" Qingzhou's face turned blue instantly, "What did you do to him!"

"You ran away from me back then, and now your brother has fallen into my hands again, this is the number of lives, the number of lives, hahaha," Old Man Mo laughed wildly, "The person who fell into my hands, don't you know what the fate will be!"

"Bastard!" Qingzhou gritted his teeth with hatred, "If you dare to touch him, I will break you into ten thousand pieces!"

"Move him, why should I move him?" The horizontal flesh on Old Man Mo's face shook with laughter, "He is about to become the next Mo Si'an, it's too late for me to spoil him, let alone move him!"

After Qingzhou heard this, he couldn't hold it anymore, and jumped up from the ground, "Bastard old thing, take your life!"

Just now I saw Qingzhou sitting on the ground breathlessly, and in an instant, he took out a short knife from his arms and waved it at Old Man Mo. Old Man Mo couldn't stop laughing, drew his knife and went up to face him, and fought with Qingzhou.

Mo Ling retreated to Nan Ruoli's side, watching the two of them go back and forth, and suddenly found that not only the short knives in their hands were very similar, but even the number of mental paths was the same, it seemed that the evil relationship between these two people was not ordinarily shallow. Just when Mo Ling was fascinated, Nan Ruoli beside him suddenly spoke: "I seem to have seen these moves somewhere......"

"......" Mo Ling was silent for a moment and asked, "Is it in the canyon?"

"No, not in the canyon. Nan Ruoli hadn't fully woken up from her coma, and she couldn't even shake her head, so she could only gently pull Mo Ling's trouser legs. Mo Ling hurriedly leaned down and lent her shoulder to Nan Ruoli. "Let me think about it for a moment, I should be able to remember. ”

"Don't worry, think slowly, I'm watching you from the side. Mo Ling replied in a low voice.