After moving forward for a while, I didn't find anything special, but the vibration on the instrument was indeed getting stronger and stronger, and the direction should be correct, so it was like this.

As soon as this idea arose, Ailing's eyes lit up.

In a passage that branched off on the left, two knights, holding glowing sticks of light, walked and chatted happily.

The two knights were also startled when they saw Ailing suddenly emerge from the passage, thinking that it was some kind of mountain spirit ghost, and instinctively pressed the hilt of the sword with their hand, and when they could see clearly that it was the uniform of their teammates, they came to their senses and asked, "What about the password?"

Ailing was stunned for a moment, and said vaguely: "What password!"

While saying, he secretly screamed in his heart, he never thought that he would be stopped here, although the other party didn't suspect it for a while, but since he couldn't answer the order, he was about to be recognized and disguised, so how to get out?

Sure enough, the knight who asked the question saw that she couldn't answer, and then saw Ailing covering her face with the brim of her hat, pretending to be weird, and her heart became suspicious, and she half-pulled out the lightsaber on her waist, and raised her voice: "Today's password: Bai is said to be at the end of the mountain, and the wind eaves are to read." Where's your password?"

It sounds like some kind of oriental quatrain, and if you know about it, you might be able to try your luck casually, but it's impossible for Ailing.

Judging from the invention and making of utensils, this girl is rather a genius, but despite this, she is still not a generalist, and in terms of literature and art, Ailing's learning level is equal to zero.

Since she couldn't answer, Ailing slowly leaned against the wall, touched the inner bag, and tried to find if there was anything that could help her out of danger.

Seeing that she couldn't answer the order, the two knights became even more suspicious, opened their lightsabers, and prepared to start.

"The Yellow River flows into the sea, and the ancient road shines in color. ”

A subtle voice came into the ears of the two people, speaking the second half of the password.

Hearing Ailing's answer, the two knights' hearts widened, and they closed their lightsabers, but they immediately felt that something was wrong, the password just now was from the rear, not Ailing in front, in other words......

Someone in the back!

If you can get close to you silently, you must be a master, at least, an enemy stronger than yourself!

The two of them were shocked, and hurriedly turned around to meet the enemy, and at the same time, the lightsaper was opened again, and everything was ready the moment they turned around.

In terms of the quality of the soldiers, their response was already the best choice, however, it was still a step slow. The blue-white Changhong cut through the dark space, and there were two soft sounds in the passage, "Knock! knock!" two sounds, before Ailing could figure out what was going on, the two heads had rolled to her feet, so frightened that she almost screamed.

The figure of the man slowly emerged from the darkness, and he picked up the lighting rod on the ground and handed it to Ailing. The girl's face was incredulous, then ecstatic, and she saw the familiar long silver hair.

"Mr. Mo asked...... Alas!"

Without saying anything, Mo Wen knocked Ailing's head, and the force was so strong that Ailing seemed to be able to see that there were nine elephants dancing and kicking him on the little head melon.

"It's so painful! I'm so dizzy......

Touching the place where his head was knocked, the little inventor shed tears, is it because of pain?

Perhaps!

Perhaps, for some kind of mood beyond gratitude, Mr. Mo Wen is back, obviously he has such an important wish to be fulfilled, he knows the danger here, he is still back, Mr. Mo Wen......

Compared to Ailing, Mo Wen didn't seem to have a trace of emotional fluctuations, but just made a gesture asking where to go.

Farewell reunion, for Ailing's heart, the silver-haired man's heart, there is actually a mountain so many things to say, but now is not the time to talk to each other.

In order to find Ailing, Mo Wen came almost at full speed to determine the location, in order to arrive as quickly as possible, on the way to this place, he inevitably bumped into several patrolling knights, and was forced to show his form and kill a few people.

He didn't know how to escape, and he didn't have time to find a way, so he had to adjust the lightsaber to the strongest and forcibly break through the ground and slash in.

Knights above the level,Can sense the movement around you with qi,Although it varies with the level of ability,But in general,There are all of them.,When you rush in, you leak your whereabouts.,Plus this scratch.,I'm afraid that the team will immediately surround and kill.,You must find something as soon as possible.,Rush out.。

Ailing also knew that the situation was serious, put away her smile, wiped her tears, stretched out her hand to the west, and whispered: "In the west, the place with the strongest magical energy is it." ”

Mo Wen nodded, as long as he knew the goal, he didn't need Ailing's guidance at all.

Although he doesn't know magic, with his level, he can sense all kinds of energy within a certain range without using instruments.

"Let's go!"

Ailing held Mo Wen and was about to start, but Mo Wen didn't move, but just made a gesture to signal that it didn't have to be so troublesome.

Ailing blinked, wondering what Mo meant.

Mo Wen smiled, pulled Ailing behind him, opened the energy button of the lightsaber to the maximum, and started with a sword, slashing at the stone wall, and with a beep, the stone wall blasted open a hole in the boss.

Mo Wen's sword momentum does not stop, like a windmill in the wind, the wheel is like flying, but seeing the large and small stones falling down, the sound is like thunder, as if there are more than a dozen craftsmen, holding sharp axes and huge chisels in the opening of the mountain road, between the dust and sand, with the power of the lightsaber, it is directly in the stone wall to open a passage out, go straight to the west.

Ailing opened her mouth wide, speechless, the lightsaber was transformed by her own hands, and she knew how much power it had.

This lightsaber is not inferior to the first-class named lightsaber in terms of the power of charging into battle, but if it is used as a tool to open the mountain, it will consume a lot of the sword-wielding's skills.

The power of the lightsaber, before reaching the limit of the output power, is directly proportional to the skill of the sword wielder, the more energy absorbed, the stronger the destructive power exerted, such a large-scale continuous action, the energy consumed, not only considerable, is simply terrifying, that is enough to make a trainee knight, in an instant, sucked into a dry corpse.

(To make such a move, Mr. Mo Wen is definitely not just a third-rate knight.) ）

Ailing's idea was confirmed in the next moment.

In the action of chopping stones to open the way, sometimes the existing passage will be received, bumping into a few knights, Mo Wen a sword, ruthless and spicy, or in the throat, or cut the chest and abdomen, the position is extremely accurate, all of them are a move, the opponent Mo said that it is a counterattack, and there is no time to even snort, although it is said that it happened suddenly, but just this sword skill is enough to become a first- or second-rate master.

Ailing's heart jumped straight and she only now found out that Mr. Mo Wen's martial arts were so good, maybe he was as good as his senior brother Zhu Yan.

The enemy obviously did not expect them to have such a strange way of marching, and all the troops on the main passages were lost, causing a great confusion, so that Ailing grabbed a lot of time, and was not intercepted until the last straight road to the west.

Nearly sixty knights were waiting on the road, their lightsabers had been opened, and when they saw the intruder appear, they all had a bloodthirsty expression eager to try.

Mo Wen looked at the enemy's layout.

It is indeed murderous, if it is an ordinary person, probably the moment he sees so many enemies, he will faint in fright!

However, in Mo Wen's eyes, in the eyes of this good general who had led nearly 10,000 troops, there were obvious flaws in the enemy's layout.

Although the enemy is numerous, the mountain road is narrow, and it can only accommodate three people in parallel, if you want to fight, it will not work well, in other words, the enemy's interception net, fragmented by the terrain, has become a great opportunity to be broken one by one.

With a little use of their brains, no one would choose to intercept the enemy here, and the enemy would make this choice because they couldn't intercept it and were forced to fight here, or would they not take these two intruders seriously at all?

Maybe it's both!

In short, for Mo Wen, the attack will only come from the front, which not only avoids the danger of being flanked, but also does not have to worry about Ailing behind him, which can be said to be a big advantage.

Among the sixty knights, the vast majority of them exude a significant murderous aura all over their bodies, and they are all knights with ordinary martial arts, who lack understanding and cannot understand the truth of "accumulation and sudden bursting", and they have not been able to vent their sharp spirit without a battle, so they are not afraid.

There were seven men standing at the end, their lightsabers still unwielded, tied around their waists, each with their arms folded, their faces full of confidence, judging from the momentum they exuded, they were considered good hands.

But I can feel that there are no real masters!

Very good!

Mo Wen can't help but be a little strange, if the formation in front of him is the composition ratio of the Wolf Howl Knights, then the real masters are probably only one or two people below the head of the regiment, how can such a strength have such a resounding reputation in the rivers and lakes? Could it be that this is also a rumor in the rivers and lakes?

Either way, this greatly improves my chances of winning.

The calculation was established, Mo Wen raised his head, laughed loudly, and took a big stride, neither a quick rush in, nor a strange trick, but a dignified, triumphant-like glorious posture, and stepped into the enemy formation.

It's very strange, when Mo Wen looked up and smiled, everyone had a strange and inexplicable feeling, as if this down-and-out silver-haired swordsman suddenly became a hegemon who looked down on the world, the emperor's majesty, the dragon and the tiger, almost made people have the urge to kneel to the ground, and everyone present gave an indescribable heavy pressure, which made the breath in the chest uncomfortable.

A knight at the head raised his long sword, "cut the snake to open the way", and cut off his head.

Mo Wen still looked up at the sky, not looking at this attack, and swung his lightsaber to hold this sword.

The knight only felt that there was a strange internal strength on the lightsaber, and then his hand sank, as if something had turned his arm into a thousand pounds of weight, and he dragged himself straight forward.

This block, a pick, the action is fast and incoherent, the knight behind him can't even figure out the situation, seeing Mo Wen's move to kill the enemy, and contemptuously thought that it was his companion who was greedy and lustful, so that his swordsmanship was not good, and he was taken lightly, and he spat it at the moment, and stabbed straight through with a style of "Bian Zhuang stabbing tiger".

Mo Wen's posture remained unchanged, the lightsager struck, intercepted the sword, picked up his backhand, pierced the opponent's throat, and easily made another effort.

The knight covered the blood hole in his throat, but he couldn't cover a large amount of spilled black and red blood clots, "Hehe" snorted, his body fell soft, and his eyes widened, showing that he was unwilling to die like this, and when he exchanged swords, the sinking on his arm.

Mo Wen walked forward like this, his silver hair swaying, his long sleeves fluttering, and his posture between the marches was domineering and awe-inspiring, as if he was a true son of heaven who was being worshiped by hundreds of officials and bowed by all the people.

However, the sword he swung out is the other extreme, every time he stabs out the sword and closes the sword, there must be a revenant soul attached, no matter how the enemy changes his moves, dodges, and strength, all of them are useless, Mo Wen is just such a fight, a pick, simply repeat the same move, but no one can block him a move and a half, everything is like the dragon order of the Son of Heaven, "the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die."

In the eyes of the wolf howling knight, the man in front of him is undoubtedly the legendary extreme demon god, obviously it is not a subtle sword move, but all the colleagues have no power to resist, all give one move, this man is not a human at all, he is not using a human sword, it is the demon sword of the lord of the underworld, it is the demon sword of the great demon god king Temujin.

It was only a while, Mo Wen had already walked to the center of the aisle, and behind him, more than thirty corpses, lying on the ground in seven or eight, this was an almost impossible result, even the regiment commander himself, it was impossible to deal with so many knights in a row without being injured, a fear beyond human comprehension, deeply controlled these people, destroyed their fighting spirit, and some knights with slightly less control were even hysterical.

A knight was walked up to by Mo Wen, and wanted to swing his sword to strike out, but his arm was just raised, but he was glared at by Mo Wen, and two flame-like eyes shot straight at him, and he was so frightened that he fainted on the spot.

The already tense atmosphere, to such a fright, like a lead, a big chaos, the knights all disappeared, all fled back, pushed each other, into a mess, don't ask this opportunity, no longer calm, hurriedly catch up from behind, one sword at a time, to reduce the number of the other party as much as possible before the next wave of large numbers of people arrive.

This stirring also affected the last few good players, and in the face of such an unheard-of enemy, fear finally appeared on their faces.

From the very beginning, they were engrossed in watching Mo Wen's every move, only to find that this person was flawless and natural from the sword, pacing, and raising his head, and he couldn't find any flaws.

This fact made them suspicious, and they also found that if they still had to fight in this corridor, they would only end up with those teammates who had fallen.

Feeling the momentum of their opponents, they finally wavered, and they didn't know who started first, they all turned around and retreated through the gate behind them.

The defeat was like a mountain, and this atmosphere also infected the remaining knights, except for some knights who retreated, the rest were all killed by Mo Wen, and in total, there were nearly forty knights who died in the fierce battle just now, which is a remarkable record.

And when the last knight fled into the gate, Mo Wen looked at the heavy thick iron door, let out a long sigh, and then, as if paralyzed, the whole person was propped up on the door panel with his hands, unable to speak for a long time.

It seems that Mo Wen's victory in this battle is incomparable, every knight is taken lightly, he single-handedly annihilates more than half of the enemies, and kills them one by one, with ease, very relaxed, but Ailing, who is following closely behind, saw that at the same time that Mo Wen casually waved his sword moves, looking forward to becoming dominant, his sweat soaked the clothes behind him.

This battle was not easy, and all the results were painstakingly created by Mo Wen.

First of all, he made full use of his newly learned martial arts, performed the trick of "emperor", became an emperor, and with the power of the emperor and the domineering spirit of the king, he made all the enemies seize his power and destroy his will, and naturally bowed down to the emperor and surrendered without a fight.

And after that, between his fights and picks, it was the "borrowing lock" in his secret sword, taking advantage of the moment when the enemy was dead, a fatal move.

However, the power of this set of swordsmanship is indeed invincible, but in terms of the consumption of real power, it is also quite terrifying, two years ago, Mo Wen practiced it to wield it freely, but now, two years later, with his weak physical strength that has not yet recovered, he has no ability to use it at all.

Therefore, the "borrowing lock" that could have tied up the meridians of the enemy's whole body could only make the opponent's wrist sink, Rao is like this, Mo Wen also has to increase the internal breath of the whole body to the limit, and at the same time, he is even more forced to use it, that sword qi that should never be used!

"Ahh......h You can imagine what it would be like for a watermelon traveling at sub-light speed to hit the ground...... I don't understand? This is not good, you have not learned the knowledge of the Ancient Demon Dao, do you want to stay any longer, let me help you tutor for three years and five years, let me tell you, it's not that the teacher likes to boast, when it comes to the Ancient Demon Dao, the teacher I really ......."

Recalling the "earnest admonition" at that time, Mo Wen couldn't help but smile bitterly, although he tried his best to avoid it, but when he raised his luck, he still couldn't help but affect the sword qi, and now there seem to be several high-volt currents in the body, devouring and biting in the meridians everywhere, it is not difficult to imagine that if you really use that sword qi to exert strength, the consequences will be ......

Explode and die!

Anyway, now that we've finally come here, whether the next battle can go so smoothly depends on fate.

Ailing looked at Mo Wen's back worriedly.

Mr. Mo Wen didn't move at all since he started, he didn't make a sound, and he was about to stop breathing.

I don't know if I have too much heart, Ailing suddenly felt that Mr. Mo Wen's back was pale and terrible, shrouded in a layer of heavy death, as if this body was only a dry shell, and there was no soul.

After a long time, Mo asked if the target was behind the door, Ailing nodded hurriedly and said, "Well, the strongest magic reaction is here, and the obsidian mirror must also be here." ”

Mo Wen nodded, put his hand on the door, and pushed the door in.

At the moment of opening the door, Mo Wen hesitated slightly.

Behind this gate, there are about a dozen good players, and there may be other ambush soldiers, and it is very dangerous for the two of them to break alone.

However, these were not the factors that stopped Mo Wen, with his excellent swordsman intuition, the silver-haired man instinctively felt that behind this door, there was a rather familiar feeling that made him move forward.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Mo asked. Ailing asked with concern.

Mo Wen didn't answer, at this juncture, even if there were 100,000 troops behind the door, he had to follow it, and he didn't hesitate at the moment, and pushed the door in with a force.

Behind the door, there is a completely different world, different from the entrance of the sheep intestine path, behind the door is an extremely wide hall, in the center of a hundreds of feet square cave, erected a wooden high platform, the rock wall above the high platform, to open a straight long hole, through the long hole, you can see the clear sky.

Ailing could see at a glance that this was an altar specially designed for the obsidian mirror, through the cave, the moonlight could be directly projected on the altar every night, so that the obsidian mirror on the altar could absorb the moonlight, and the warlock could perform a spell on it.

Those who had retreated here, plus the original guards, a total of fifteen knights, had formed a certain formation under the high platform at this moment, as if facing a great enemy, ready to fight the enemy.

On the high platform, as if there was a flag fluttering, Mo Wen frowned, and asked Ailing what it was?

saw Ailing's pale lips, trembling slightly, and whispered, "That...... That's the preparation for summoning a high-level monster with an obsidian mirror......"

Ailing then added, the obsidian mirror is used to summon ordinary demon creatures, only the full moon brilliance, with the spellcaster's mana, can be successful, but if you want to call high-level demons, then you must be assisted by a special ritual, obsidian mirror must be disabled from a month and a half ago, in order to save the full moon brilliance. So to be on the safe side, the owners of this mirror hired the Knights of the Wolf Howl as their guards.

As for what is the special ritual that is needed?

Ailing didn't say, Mo didn't ask, the knight's sense of smell was extremely sensitive, he could smell it, and there was a strong smell of blood coming from the high platform, and it wouldn't be a ritual that was beneficial to the body and mind, so don't ask.

Mo asked, "Is that broken mirror really on stage?"

Ailing hesitated: "There is the smell of obsidian mirrors there, but ......"

Mo Wen waved his hand, signaling that he would be able to entangle the enemy by himself, and Ailing managed to climb up to the high platform and retrieve the obsidian mirror.

After the gesture, he pushed Ailing away, paying full attention to the enemy's movements.

There is not much time left, the sword formation formed by the enemy, the momentum has increased again and again, and it is necessary to attack as soon as possible to get the first opportunity, so as not to make the containment strategy self-defeating, and if you are really trapped in the sword formation, you can't get out, then it is really bad.

(Where the hell did this guy come from?)

The hostile knights were all surprised, everyone had the same question in their minds, among the young masters in the rivers and lakes, who was so silver-haired and masked, and had such a powerful swordsmanship?

Unfortunately, no one thought of an answer.

"Go ahead! ”

With a push of his hand, Ailing was sent away with his strength, and Mo Wen raised his breath slightly, and rushed to the enemy formation.

As soon as Mo Wen moved, his figure suddenly drifted away, and every time he stepped on the next step, he immediately moved and flashed, and rushed out from another unexpected direction, although it looked a little jerky, but it was really in front and behind, unpredictable, and surrounded fifteen enemies with one person.

Several older and more knowledgeable knights, when they saw Mo Wen's body style, they all said "huh", they had seen this kind of body style, but they had never seen it, and they had heard it, it was one of the thirty-six stunts of the White Deer Cave.

Thinking of this thought, everyone was a little scared in their hearts, Bailu Cave is the current wind continent, the Taishan Beidou of martial arts, the head is one of the three sages in the past, the moon sage Lu You, in terms of swordsmanship alone, I am afraid that he is already the first master in the world, and the door is full of talents, and the masters are like clouds.

This man can cultivate to thirty-six stunts, I am afraid that he is already a disciple of his own lineage, a student of the chief school, if he kills and injures him, forms a bond with Bailu Cave, and then seeks revenge for others, it is not a joke.

Before he could get the answer, Mo Wen was already approaching, the lightsaper shook, and a little blue light fell like rain, which had the potential to take the lead, and the knights also launched a sword formation, skillfully operated, and after a few ups, Mo Wen was re-encircled.

The sword array was launched, and Mo Wen only felt that several different forces formed a heavy force network, like a whirlpool, tearing his body into chaos, and his movements were slowed down, and the more and more aggravated the force network made his heart flood with a familiar feeling.

(It's the Immortal Path...... No! not ...... ）

The surrounding knights were obviously afraid of his skill, and they didn't dare to take the lead, but they just sped up the operation of the sword array, and many different true qi were woven into a force net, and they were locked on Mo Wen's body layer by layer.

Don't ask, watch intently.

He only dabbled in the immortal Taoism commonly known as the "Oriental Immortal Technique", but in his early years, he wandered the rivers and lakes, fought many battles, and broke through all kinds of sword formations.

The sword formation consisted of nine people, in groups of three.

Each group has one person to attack, and the remaining two are responsible for instilling the internal force, so that the three different forces can stir each other to form a force network.

From this point of view alone, the designer of the sword formation must have an in-depth study of oriental martial arts, because this method of transmitting power and strength is unique to oriental martial arts.

However, if it is purely said to be an oriental martial art, it is a little different, the three groups of sword formations of the great oriental martial arts are often based on the position of the three talents, or the nine palaces deduced by it are used to arrange the array, and then implicitly combine with other shengke changes.

But the arrangement of this array is neither the three talents nor the nine palaces, but some kind of combination that has never been seen before.

In addition, to launch this sword array, the skill required must be extremely great, because the composition of the sword array is all made up of the good hands of the Wolf Howling Knights, and only the group of the west head seems to be forced to be replaced by third-rate characters because of the lack of numbers, and it seems that it is a little unmatched.

This is a huge flaw, any group formation, the most taboo is unevenly distributed, and let the imbalance of strength and weakness in a certain place become a flaw in the formation.

It seems that although the strength of this array of encirclement networks is so great that it is only seen in his life, as long as he still uses the method of breaking them one by one, it should not be difficult to break the sword array, but what is the unhappiness in his heart?

As a swordsman, Mo Wen trusts his instincts quite a bit, which is the spiritual sense that any knight naturally exercises in a life-and-death situation for a long time, relying on this kind of early warning that is purely instinctive and has nothing to do with brain thinking, can often help them grasp the opportunity and turn defeat into victory.

The enemy blade is approaching, hmm!

That familiar unpleasantness returned.

The inexplicable sense of disgust made Mo Wen's emotions begin to get a little out of control, and he poured his true qi into the sword, a style of "blue blood danqing", and the lightsaber turned into a thousand blue lights, and at the same time pointed in all directions.

"Khooth!"

"Buzz!"

"Boom!"

Obviously, it was the collision of lightsabers and lightsabers, but three different sounds erupted, and the attacks launched were all resisted by the power shield of the formation.

Mo Wen also felt that the sword sent back three different reactions, the hard block of the wall of gold and iron, the absorption of the curtain of cotton wool, and the offset of the rolling river, the opponent's sword momentum was like a thousand miles in the sky, far away and did not know its edge, there was a kind of profound knowledge that embraced all things, and dispersed all attacks.

It feels ...... It feels ...... Mo Wen is so familiar!

He almost roared on the spot.

Three swords to the sky!

The treasure of the town faction of Bailu Cave, the immortal skill of Lu Youyan's fame, the first guard move in the world, and the Heavenly Divine Sword!

Seeing the sky again, Mo Wen had mixed feelings, his heart was excited, and he was in pain, recalling that when he learned this set of swordsmanship, he was the shortest time to learn it among the brothers, and the master really praised him for this, expecting him to be a swordsmanship genius in Bailu Cave once in a thousand years.

When the praise is still in the ear, but the personnel is completely different, Mo Wen can hear the sound of his heart dripping blood, senior brother! Senior brother...... How can you do this to me...... You were the person I respected the most!

"Don't ask sir, be careful!"

Under the agitation of his heart, he almost split a sword in half, and finally Mo Wen woke up in time, fought back with his sword, and fought together again.

When a knight approached, he seemed to see that under the silver hair, there were tears in the corners of the man's eyes, and he couldn't help but be surprised, "Manly man, what is there to cry about, isn't it so frightened that he peed his pants and secretly shed tears!"

Although the battle was fierce, the battle situation was one-sided, Mo Wen's attack, when it met the three sword nets, all of them were absorbed, on the other hand, the wolf howling knights, although the power of the sword array was not the main attack, but they gradually tightened the encirclement network, undoubtedly pushing the three iron walls inward, taking advantage of it, and after a while, Mo Wen was already flawed, and he was in danger.

Mo Wen hated it in his heart, he finally knew why the Wolf Howling Knights had such a resounding name now. I don't know which traitor in the White Deer Cave, learned this sword technique, and then evolved it into a sword formation, two hundred people work together, about ten sword formations, and all enemy attacks are blocked and eliminated, unless it is a master who is familiar with this sword, it is indeed enough to run rampant in the world.

Those who will use the three swords to the sky must be the people of the White Deer Cave, if it is said that there is a traitor among the people, in this way, the phenomenon that the wolf howling knight will use the high-level White Deer Cave martial arts is reasonable.

Being able to organize these three swords into a sword array, ingenuity is self-reliant, but in terms of its power, it is just a miscellaneous platter, the creator is obviously just drawing a gourd in the same way, and has not really learned the essence of these three swords.

When it comes to the cultivation of swordsmanship, Mo Wen is only higher than Gongjin and other descendant disciples, only high and not low, however, the superior swordsmanship pays attention to the coordination of internal force and tricks, with Mo Wen's internal force at this time, he can no longer use the sword skills that he was used to in the past.

Ailing was close to the high platform at this time, although she didn't know much about martial arts, she could also see that Mo Wen was downwind, and her heart was anxious.

The wolf howling knights, seeing Mo Wen's sword moves in chaos, did not dare to act rashly at first, afraid that there was a plan, but when they saw that the more they came, the more powerless Mo Wen's counterattack became, knowing that his skills were exhausted, they were all ecstatic, and the main formation was whistled, and the three sword nets were squeezed inward at the same time, wanting to kill this hateful guy at once.

The sword net tightened suddenly, and in Mo Wen's eyes, it seemed as if there were thousands and hundreds of heaven-reaching swords, and they were forced in front of him at the same time.

(Fucking bastard, it's not enough for this stinky sword to trap me for half my life, and now it's still coming to bind me!)

Seeing the shadow of the sword, I don't know where it came from, so excited that Mo Wen's blood was boiling, and he completely forgot the fatigue just now, and the sword flower pulled away, and hit the overlapping sword net

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