The sudden laughter suddenly broke the tense atmosphere in the depths of Zhongnan Mountain.

The people of the Mingjiao were surprised, but they couldn't help but be angry, except for the Mo Li who was already dying, there were still people in the world who dared to care about their Mingjiao's affairs, did they really think that their Mingjiao was a soft persimmon?!

King Yin Ye's face became more and more ugly, he slowly turned his head, and walked towards everyone else, setting his eyes on the forest.

I saw that under the moonlight, a young man walked out slowly, looking about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a green shirt, holding a long sword, heroic between his eyebrows, and a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Mo ...... Senior Brother Mo?! ”

Looking at the green-shirted figure that came out of the forest, the familiar eyebrows and eyes, an unbelievable emotion surged into Song Qingshu's face, how could he appear here? Didn't he lie in bed and die?

At the moment of crisis, a savior suddenly appeared, and for a while, Song Qingshu couldn't believe it, but thought it was an illusion!

Not only him, but also a group of Mingjiao masters and Zhou Zhiruo all looked at each other, the scene of him in a coma on Mount Hua that day did not seem to be fake, and the anxiety of the Wudang Seven Heroes running around for medicine did not seem to be fake, and Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo went deep into Zhongnan Mountain to seek medicine and seek medicine, and they were trapped here, on the verge of death, not to mention fake, in this case, how could he still be intact and still appear here?!

Many doubts flickered in the hearts of this group of Mingjiao demons, and they stood in place in a daze, not knowing for a moment whether to flee or make a move.

"You...... Are you Mo Li?! ”

Shocked mixed with an unbelievable voice, from the mouth of King Yin Ye, I saw that on his surprised and frightened face, a trace of fierceness suddenly appeared, he said to himself: "Impossible, impossible, Ba Si Pa is so strong, Mo Li has been injured and dying, even with the help of a wonderful hand and a miracle doctor, it will never be cured in just a few days." ”

"So, there's only one possibility......"

The negative emotions on Yin Yewang's face had disappeared at this moment, but was replaced by a confident smile, he stepped forward, folded the fan in his hand, pointed at Mo Li and said loudly: "You must be disguised, and you want to use Mo Li's name to scare us away, yes or no?!" ”

Disguise?!

When the Mingjiao scattered banner masters heard this, they all felt quite reasonable.

Yes, with the martial arts of Ba Sipa, he was hit hard by it, even if he is a sword god, how can he be so fast?

"Stinky boy, you dare to pretend to be a ghost in front of our masters, I don't want to live anymore!"

Zhuang Zheng shouted: "Don't report your name quickly, maybe Lao Tzu can give you a good time!" ”

Mo Li flicked his fingers on his sleeves, he couldn't help but feel funny, he didn't expect these people to think that he was a fake, but it seems that it is necessary to prove himself today.

"I'm going to see how you're going to give me a bad time."

Mo Li smiled indifferently and walked towards Song Qingshu.

His pace is not fast, but between his actions, his clothes swing, very charming, as if he is integrated with this world, natural and harmonious, making people subconsciously immersed in it.

Looking at this young man who was approaching step by step, all the demons present couldn't help but retreat in their hearts, this is not true, otherwise how dare they be so sure?

It could never be true!

King Yin Ye had already spent a lot of money to buy off the medicine boy beside Yan Miaoshou, thinking of what the medicine boy said, Mo Li was unconscious and didn't have two months to live, and the fierce color in his eyes was great!

Since you're looking for death, don't blame me!

He glanced at Zhuang Zheng.

Zhuang Zheng understood, and the heavy mace swung fiercely into the air, and in the sharp roar, a vicious wind mixed with bloody gas rushed towards Mo Li, blowing his clothes into a hunting sound!

"Boy, take one step further, Lao Tzu must smash your skull!" Zhuang Zheng shouted coldly.

Mo Li ignored him, and still walked forward on his own.

"Look for death!"

He snorted angrily, his whole body suddenly flourished, and between the operation of his strength, the muscles of his arms rose high, and his clothes were tightened, and a fierce breath burst out from his body, and he flicked the mace iron rod in his hand, and then turned into a phantom and smashed towards Mo Li, and everywhere he passed, all the grass and trees were swept up by the strong wind, which was really fierce!

However, the young man in the green shirt acted as if he didn't see it, he didn't dodge or dodge, and in the face of this fierce blow, he still stepped forward, as if he didn't have time to react at all!

You're dead!

Zhuang Zheng looked at the indifferent young man, and the corners of his mouth showed a hideous smile, as if he had seen the bloody appearance of the young man's brain being smashed out!

Under this stick, even the big bluestone can be smashed and smashed!

But at that moment, a hand appeared in front of him, a hand that seemed to be stopped there.

The palm of the hand is white and slender, which is very suitable for holding a sword.

But at this point, there was no sword in his hand.

It flexed its fingers and flicked it slightly, and its movements were extremely slow, so slow that it seemed to be a replay of frames, which clearly appeared in everyone's eyes, but it was just in front of the mace.

While!

A dull sound sounded, fingers and maces collided, and the next moment, a terrifying scene appeared.

But seeing the menacing Zhuang Zheng snorted, he immediately flew out upside down with a stick, breaking several big trees one after another, and then stopped there, and the mace stick made of fine iron also had a deep dent trace.

"This ......"

In the darkness of the night, there was a series of gasps.

King Yin Ye's face froze there, and he looked at Mo Li with a look of horror.

One finger defeats Zhuang Zheng!

How is this possible?!

The Mingjiao scattered people and banner masters looked at Zhuang Zheng who fell to the ground and kept vomiting blood, and couldn't believe what their eyes saw!

This is the head of the Five Elements Banner Master, not only is his martial arts the top among the first-class masters, but he is also born with divine power, and he is a top master who can not easily win Zhuang Zheng!

He was defeated so lightly?

Looking at Zhuang Zheng and the young man in the green shirt with a sword, a great chill surged into their hearts, making them shudder.

Yes, ordinary people can't do this, but if he is Mo Li, then it is not difficult to do this.

So, Mo Li, who was supposed to be lying on the bed and dying, really appeared here?!

As soon as the thought came to them, they were overwhelmed with fear.

Mo Li, the sword god Mo Li, was a peerless swordsman who could lead Yang Xiao with a sword and a sword leader, and now he is the first in the world who killed the living Buddha Ba Sipa, he is still alive?!

Mo Li patted his shirt and smiled: "What, now believe that I am Mo Li, right?" ”

If you don't believe it, then you will believe it!

Gu Qing with his current martial arts, Hugh said that the first-class master is the top master who has opened up the second pulse of Ren Du, and if he wants to kill, it is just a matter of three moves and two styles.

Although there were many Demon Sect masters present, in his eyes, they were nothing more than local chickens and dogs, and they were vulnerable.

Silence, although there are many people in this mountain forest, but all of them are silent.

No one dared to answer, and no one knew how to answer.

"Senior Brother Mo, it's really you!"

Song Qingshu broke this silence, and he said with a happy face: "You are well injured, why are you here?" ”

Although he hadn't escaped yet, once Mo Li's identity was confirmed, even in the Longtan Tiger's Den surrounded by wolves, he still felt extremely relieved.

As long as this Senior Brother Mo is here, where in the world is not a smooth road?

Of course, this joy is not only that Mo Li appeared to save him, but also that he was happy that this junior brother who grew up with him was out of danger, he had already lost a senior ancestor, and it was unacceptable to lose another junior brother.

"You set off your own fireworks, and ask me why I'm here?"

Mo Li said with a smile: "Is it not the right time for me to appear, delaying your hero to save the beauty?" ”

Zhou Zhiruo's pale jade face couldn't help but show a flush, she lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at Mo Li's gaze.

Song Qingshu said angrily: "Senior brother, Senior Sister Zhiruo, she and I just came out to look for medicine together, how can you talk so nonsense?" ”

"Yo, Senior Sister Zhiruo, my name is Miss Zhou." Mo Li's smile was even stronger.

Song Qingshu was speechless for a while, and when he saw that Zhou Zhiruo on the side lowered his head even more, he exhaled deeply, and didn't dare to refute it.

Seeing that no one was talking there next to the three of them, as if he and the others did not exist, King Yin Ye was angry in his heart.

What kind of identity is he, the No. 2 person in Mingjiao, everywhere he passes, the people in the rivers and lakes are all frightened, when did he receive such treatment?

It's only hateful, he is Mo Li!

Looking at the young man's face, he remembered that he had heard or seen all kinds of deeds about this person, and his heart was full of powerlessness.

He sighed, took a step forward, bowed, and said respectfully: "Mo Shaoxia, when I meet you today, it can be regarded as a confession, what should I do, you can draw a path." ”

When the remaining Mingjiao masters heard this, they all looked at Mo Li with an expectant face, it was really uncomfortable to face this sword god, even if this one had never shown his momentum and had never done anything to them, but just these four words of sword god Mo Li pressed them to straighten their waists, and they were afraid in their hearts!

"Confessed?"

Mo Li smiled, looked back and said: "You and others intend to besiege and kill my senior brother and this senior sister Zhou, if I hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid that the two of them would have already died. ”

"Mo Shaoxia, Song Shaoxia and Zhou Nuxia are okay after all, as long as you are willing to spare me and wait, you can mention whatever conditions you want." King Yin Ye said seriously.

Mo Li shook his head, and said in a calm tone: "Blood debt and blood repayment, Hugh said that I didn't give you a chance, you can shoot together." ”

A seemingly nonexistent aura rose from his body, enveloping all the Mingjiao demons present.

Under that momentum, everyone has a kind of enlightenment, as long as they make a move, what awaits them is a thunderous blow!

No one dared to move.

Cold sweat gradually broke out from their foreheads, and the fear in their hearts grew stronger and stronger, and almost drowned out their will to resist!

The process is painful and painful, and waiting for death is far more painful than when death comes!

Finally, someone couldn't bear it, but it was Peng Yingyu who shouted and said, "Dog, Lao Tzu fought with you!" ”

He was lucky, his expression was crazy, his internal strength was condensed on his palms, and his monk's robe was swollen and round, and he raised his palm towards Mo Ligai, and before the palm power arrived, a fishy smell came to his face first, and it was the black sand palm that he had been practicing hard for decades!

As soon as he made a move, it was like a signal, and the remaining Mingjiao masters couldn't hold it anymore, and they each used their life's unique skills, raised all kinds of blades, and killed Mo Li's head!

More than a dozen first-class masters of the Ming Sect, including King Yin Ye, attacked in unison, and the violent energy had already overturned all the land within a radius of more than ten zhang, and the grass, trees, insects, and ants were all shocked into powder by the strength, and all the spaces that Mo Li was able to move and dodge were all blocked!

Although they were hiding behind Mo Li, Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu still felt the strong pressure brought by the majestic strength, under that kind of strength, the two of them couldn't resist at all, even if they were as strong as Song Qingshu, they asked themselves to use the Tai Chi swordsmanship, but they couldn't block a blow!

Fortunately, he didn't have to resist, although he didn't know how to break this crisis, but he knew that the man in front of him would definitely break this crisis easily.

Under the moonlight, a sword light suddenly appeared on the hideous faces of the masters of the Demon Sect.

It was a black and red mottled sword light, brilliant like a shock, but extremely condensed and pure, bright through the sky, filling the heavens and the earth, even the bright moon in the sky was also covered by the brilliance of this sword light.

Zheng!

The sound of the long sword returning to its sheath sounded, and in the dark night, the sword light disappeared without a trace, and in the same place, the terrifying energy that oppressed people's hearts like mountains and seas also disappeared without a trace.

Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo still had half of the sword light in their pupils, and their faces were full of horror and inexplicability.

Puff, puff, puff......

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was endless, but it was the Mingjiao demons who had just rushed over, including King Yin Ye, none of them were spared, and there was a deep sword mark at the center of the eyebrows.

One sword, only one sword!

Even if they knew Mo Li's martial arts and understood that Mo Li would win, Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but be horrified, this is the vast majority of first-class masters in the Ming Sect, even if Mo Li has a few more swords, they won't have such an expression!

Song Qingshu only felt that his throat was dry, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and he said, "It seems that your injury, junior brother, is really healed." ”

Mo Li shook his head and said, "According to Doctor Yan, I only have three years left to live. ”

Three years?!

Song Qingshu's heart tightened, why are there three years left?

"Let's go."

Mo Li interrupted the question he was about to ask, and turned to walk into the distance.

Walk?

"Where to go?"

Song Qingshu asked subconsciously.

Mo Li smiled, looked up in the direction of Chang'an City, and said, "I'm going to look for that white-eyed eagle king." ”

"Isn't it lonely for his sons and members of the church to be left alone in this world?"

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