At four o'clock, the djinn passes.

Under the dark night sky, a black shadow appeared and disappeared on the vast battlefield, like a ghost.

This figure, one moment ago, was still close to the position of the Xianbei camp, and the next moment it had reached the middle of the battlefield, and in a flash, it appeared under the wall of the Giant Spirit Pass.

The soldiers of the Northern Route Army, who were guarding the city wall at night, vigilantly monitored the movements of the Xianbei camp in the distance, and a light wind blew, and the black shadow entered the Juling Pass.

Juling Pass is a large city with a radius of more than six miles, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses are stationed in the city, which does not seem crowded at all.

The small black house of the Northern Route Army was set up in a remote location in the southeast corner of the Giant Spirit Pass, which was originally a place of confinement, but now it has become a place for Mo Cong's luck to heal his wounds.

The environment of the small black room was claustrophobic, the space was cramped, and the vision was dark, and Mo Cong was sitting on a narrow wooden bed, using the Heavenly Dragon True Qi to repair the damaged meridians. The golden Tianlong True Qi flowed repeatedly along the Taiyin Lung of the Hand, scorching and repairing the damaged parts little by little.

After coming to the Giant Spirit Pass for more than twenty days, Mo Cong's true qi was increasing greatly every day. As for the reason for the increase, Mo Cong couldn't figure it out if he wanted to break his scalp.

"Can you really absorb the true qi of the dead?" Thinking of what the old man had said before, Mo Cong felt a chill in his heart.

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There was a strange wind sound in the distance, and the sound was inaudible.

Mo Cong's ears moved.

These people are really weird, how on earth did they judge their position? Mo Cong thought to himself.

In a flash, the voice had come nearby.

Mo Cong closed his eyes openly.

It was pitch black in front of me.

With a squeak, the small door suddenly opened from the outside, and a strong true qi rushed into the face.

At the same time, a strange force dragged the Mawang Knife that was placed horizontally on Mo Cong's side, and flew out strangely.

Mo Cong jumped up diagonally, the feminine power of his left hand eliminated the strong true qi of the other party, and his right hand grabbed the handle of the Mawang knife and pulled it in.

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A man in black was dragged into the small black room by Mo Congsheng, Mo Cong raised his foot and kicked, and the door of the small black room quickly closed and collided with the door frame, and then concealed a crack.

Haha, now it's up to you where you're going!

Mo Cong was overjoyed when he saw that the strategy of catching turtles in the urn was successful. Through the daytime fight, Mo Cong vaguely felt that these people in the Demon Sect didn't seem to be good at close combat, and they had been trying their best to avoid getting closer. At this time, pulling the person into the small black room and fighting close-quarters not only greatly increases the certainty of victory, but also prevents the opponent from escaping, and if it is well controlled, it may be possible to capture the opponent alive.

The man in black saw that he was in a predicament, and he was really a little anxious. The space of the small black room was small, and many of the Demon Sect's secret techniques didn't even have time to turn over the handprints, and Mo Cong's fist wind palm power had already swept over. The man in black flashed and moved around in a hurry, and tried to escape from the door several times, but was blocked back by Mo Cong.

The location of the small black house is relatively secluded, and Mo Cong is not really confined, so there are no guards outside, there is no danger of revealing his identity in such an environment, Mo Cong just showed his skills and played a set of dragon-shaped fists without reservation.

However, the man in black was also very good, and he tried a few times but did not escape, and immediately turned his heart to attack Mo Cong. In the small room, the figure of the man in black is like lightning, and he can avoid danger when there is no room for it, and at the same time use some melee techniques to find gaps and counterattack. The true qi of his palm slammed into Mo Cong's body, causing Mo Cong to grin in pain.

"Fuck, if it weren't for the sake of capturing you alive and asking about something, Lao Tzu would have killed you with one palm. Mo Cong thought hatefully.

The two rolled and dismantled more than a dozen moves, and the man in black suddenly clasped his hand and held the handle of the Mawang knife held by Mo Cong's right fist, and was about to pull the knife out of the sheath with a brush.

Mo Cong was startled, and hurriedly pushed back with his right hand. This knife is an incomparable sword, if it falls into the hands of the other party, infuse the true qi to make such a knife, and his life will really be explained here.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, the blade of the Ma Wang knife was pulled out halfway, and it was engulfed by the scabbard that was pushed back, and a cold chill emanated when it came out and entered.

The man in black couldn't draw the knife, so he immediately raised his foot and kicked at Mo Cong's lower abdomen, and at the same time grabbed the Ma Wang knife with both hands and pulled it back hard.

With a bang, Mo Cong was hit in the lower abdomen, and the Ma Wang knife was taken off. The man in black was also uncomfortable, not only did he kick out like a kick to an iron plate, but his upper body also leaned back sharply with the Ma Wang knife.

In the dark, Mo Cong flew forward with the force of that kick, and threw the man in black onto the bed. He re-grasped the Mawang knife in his right hand, pressed the hands of the man in black on top of his head with a slender scabbard, and quickly stretched out his left hand to seal the three key points of the opponent's Jade Hall, the Atrium, and the Jizhong.

Although the fight just now was short, it was not much worse than yesterday. Mo Cong saw that this man in black was retreating like lightning and full of wisdom, and his cultivation was obviously above the seven masters yesterday, so although he temporarily pounced on the other party, he didn't dare to be careless at all. Only by restraining a few big points can this person be prevented from slippery and escaping or even fighting back.

In a flash, Mo Cong's left hand was already pressed on the chest of the man in black, and before he could use his true qi, a firm and soft touch came from the palm of his hand.

What's the situation?

Mo Cong was stunned.

Just when he was stunned, the man in black under him suddenly raised his knee and slammed Mo Cong's body forward. Mo Cong was in pain, and in the process of planting in front of his body, the true qi of his left palm was slightly vomited and sealed the three big acupoints, and then involuntarily pressed heavily on the man in black.

For a while, the man in black lay flat and Mo Cong leaned over, and the two of them looked at each other and could hear their breathing.

Through the glimmer of light through the crack in the door, Mo Cong vaguely saw that the man in black was indeed a woman. Her eyebrows are curved like a crescent moon, the bridge of her nose is noble and straight, her entire cheeks look plump and even, and her dark eyes reveal a complex expression.

Mo Cong was about to scold, "Stinky mother-in-law, it's so ruthless that she almost broke Lao Tzu's lifeline several times."

What greeted me was such a beautiful face, and the tip of the nose was also smelling the fragrance of exhalation.

A curse sentence was held back like this and turned into a nonsense.

"Who are you and why did you kill me?"

Looking at this beautiful woman, Mo Cong really couldn't associate her with a ruthless Demon Sect master.

"You...... Let go of me!" the woman in black opened her lips slightly and said a word in Ruiguo.

Her voice is pleasant to the ear, but the Swiss dialect is not very standard, and the tone and rhythm of the voice are not Swiss people when you hear them.

"Let go of you?!The two countries are at war, you should be a child, you can fight and let go?!" Mo Cong said hatefully.

"I don't care about the war between the two countries, I'm here to avenge my brother!" said the woman in black.

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