Chapter Ninety-Seven: Death

Kill!

Mo Li's sword is like a dragon, and the reason why he dares to insist on killing these people even when he is besieged by everyone is not completely carried away by hatred.

These people are all top masters who have been in the rivers and lakes for most of their lives, and they are all cunning and cunning, and they will not dare to use all their strength to deal with him, and they all have their own ghosts, thinking that others will go up to consume them, and they will pick up the cheap!

Especially when he killed the eight-armed divine sword Fang Dongbai with one sword!

Who wants to be taken away by Mo Li as a cushion when he is dying?

Therefore, when Cheng Kun met Mo Li to attack, his first thought was to dodge, and the two elders of Xuan Ming dared to make a move, because they had been friends with each other for decades, and they trusted each other in life and death!

As for Fan Yao, if he hadn't exposed the empty door, how could he dare to come forward like this?!

The team-up with a ghost is not as good as a fearless fight to the death under the wheel war!

Everyone wants the other to contribute, that is, everyone does not contribute!

Naturally, they will also kill themselves, but that is when their safety must be ensured first, if they are not exhausted, if they are not exposed to fatal flaws, their playing style will inevitably be conservative!

Mo Liqing knows that this is the only chance for him to win under the joint efforts of the other party's five masters!

His goal was Fan Yao from the beginning, not Cheng Kun, who had the most profound skills!

The martial arts of the two immortals are almost the same, Fan Yao's martial arts are even more known for their breadth, and he has dabbled in the stunts of all sects and factions in the rivers and lakes.

Knowing everything means not knowing anything!

There is a specialization in the art industry, one trick is fresh, eat all over the world, a real master, practicing a stunt to the peak is enough to dominate the world, and he is distracted too much, but it is not enough to climb the martial arts to the realm!

That long sword, under the urging of Mo Li's pure Yang Wuji true qi, faintly glowed slightly red, and on the black and white mottled blade, the sword gradually became brighter, brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling!

Everyone understands that the moment it stabs in front of Fan Yao, the power will inevitably reach the pinnacle!

Fan Yao was afraid.

Everyone is afraid of death, and Yang Xiao died under the other party's sword, compared to Yang Xiao's martial arts, he asked himself where he couldn't go, so he must not let Mo Li accumulate strength to complete!

He slashed with a long knife, and the knife was vertical and horizontal, but it was a chaotic cloak knife move!

Woohoo......

In the sound of breaking wind, Fan Yao didn't know how many knives he had made for a moment, and under the moonlight, it was like ten thousand silver snakes scurrying around, and he pressed towards Mo Li's long sword!

Rumble!

The long sword met the sword light, and between the countless strengths scattered, Mo Li's long sword was like a broken bamboo, easily defeating the silver snake and rushing towards Fan Yao!

This sword not only has the power of Mo Li's own, but also uses the palm power of the two elders of Xuan Ming!

Fan Yao's face was pale, and there was already a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but it was just a short moment of fighting, and he was shocked by the terrifying energy contained in Mo Li's sword!

In the face of the aftermath of this sword, he didn't dare to take it again, and with the mysterious steps under his feet, he used six kinds of light skills to sweep back frantically in an instant, but no matter how he dodged, that long sword was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, getting closer and closer to him!

"Damn it!"

The two elders of Xuan Ming cursed, and the Xuan Ming True Qi of the penance cultivator was poured into his palms again without reservation, and when the two of them made a move, the cold qi in Fang Yuanzhang Xu condensed, turning into ice crystals, and the snowflakes were overflowing, cold and piercing, and the momentum was extremely terrifying!

Cheng Kun naturally wouldn't let go of this good opportunity, and in a silent way, the phantom yin finger power went to Mo Li's back to ask for acupoints!

At this time, these three people used the Extreme Yin Extreme Cold Left Dao Evil Skill, and when they joined forces, they actually echoed each other, and their power increased greatly for a while.

Although the speed of their attack is not as fast as Mo Li, if Mo Li insists on killing Fan Yao, he will not have time to make a second sword, and he will definitely be hit by the three of them!

Mo Li felt the cold air coming through his body from a long distance, Rao is he had two great miraculous skills, and he didn't dare to take the blow of the three of them again, otherwise, he would forcibly kill Fan Yao, but he was afraid that he himself would also die here!

As soon as he thought of this, he tapped his toes, and his figure turned into a blue light, and he dodged towards Fan Yao's side.

Seeing this, Fan Yao's heart, which had already fallen into a desperate situation, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Cheng Kun and the three of them never spared Mo Li at all, and their palms and fingers followed Mo Li like a shadow!

They knew that they couldn't let Mo Li have a chance to breathe, otherwise, what happened to Fang Cai Fan Yao would be the next possible encounter for any of the three of them!

No, why is he so fast!

When the three of them followed the pursuit, they were keenly aware of the abnormality, Mo Li's light martial arts and body technique seemed to be more clever than the three of them, and their palm power was getting farther and farther away from Mo Li!

Wait, he's going around in circles!

But I saw Cheng Kun and Mo Li, and they were circling around the center of Fan Yao, and when Cheng Kun and the three of them woke up to this, Mo Li in front of them had already become Fan Yao!

Three points are connected into a line!

That's what I've been waiting for!

The long sword in Mo Li's hand attacked Fan Yao again without hesitation, then Fan Yao will relax his guard a little, seeing Mo Li's long sword attacking again, he was a little panicked for a while, and there was only one thought in his heart:

Why did he come at me again!

He subconsciously raised his hand and blocked the horizontal knife in front of him, ding!

The meridian sword was pointed on the steel knife, as if it was stabbed on a piece of paper, and the sharp blade easily penetrated the blade, and even the knife led people directly through Fan Yao's chest!

Bang! Bang! Yikes!

Three soft sounds sounded from behind Fan Yao, but it was Cheng Kun and the three of them who saw that Fan Yao was hit with a sword in his chest, and directly hit Fan Yao's vest!

Rumble!

The terrifying power of the three world's top masters exploded from Fan Yao's body, directly shattering his body, and the remaining strength did not stop, heading straight for Mo Li!

Although it was weakened by Fan Yao's corpse, it was already not to be underestimated, Mo Li's whole person was directly sent into the air, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and the position where the three of them were fighting, within a radius of one zhang, all the grass and trees condensed into ice!

"Master Bitter!"

Zhao Min shouted loudly, this bitter head who shows her deaf and dumb face has been by her side for many years, and she is still very emotional.

Cheng Kun and the three of them stood in place, looking at Fang Dongbai who was beheaded by a sword and Fan Yao, who was already dead, and their hearts were filled with anger for a while!

This kid is so scheming!

"Hahahaha...... Hahahaha......"

Mo Li stood up, his body shaking, but he laughed loudly, and the laughter was full of happiness.

His clothes were in tatters, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and there were white frost in many places on his body, but he was injured by the other party's cold palm.

However, his expression was fearless and fearless, but the long sword pointed obliquely, and said with a heroic expression: "I have already said that you all have to die!" ”

"The two of them are just the beginning!"

Speaking of this, his sword intent was three points sharper, his tone suddenly became heavy, and he shouted violently: "Next, who will lead the death?!" ”

The bright moon hung high, the mountain wind whistled, and the valley fell into a deathly silence for a while.

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