Outside the woods not far from the battlefield, a tall figure shrouded in a black cloak was hiding in a hidden corner, quietly watching the fight between Lu Nianchou and Huo Du and the others.

Seeing that several Quanzhen Sect disciples were seriously injured by Darba's beating, he moved his cloak slightly, revealing the sheathed long sword held in his left palm, and his right hand was placed on the hilt.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out of the woods on his left, his body was swift, like a phantom, and he shouted urgently: "Huo Du, today finally let me find a chance, give me death!" ”

"Is that her?" The tall figure wrapped in a black cloak looked at it, and couldn't help frowning slightly, "Red Refining Fairy Li Mochou, how could she come to stir up the situation?" ”

"These little guys are no match for this female devil."

Sonor!

His palm moved slightly, and the long sword suddenly popped out of the scabbard for three inches, and a cold light appeared, and the forest was cold to the bone.

It's just that when she saw Li Mochou's next move, her figure stagnated slightly and stopped for the time being.

Airplanes!

In Li Mochou's left sleeve, five silver rays of light shot out, flashing through the void at an extremely terrifying speed.

"Get out of the way, watch out for the Ice Spirit Silver Needle!"

The moment Huo Du saw Li Mochou, he felt bad and shouted loudly.

However, it was already too late, and the Tibetan monk who was cut off by Lu Nianchou with a sword was already protected by several other people, and at this time, he didn't have time to react, and was directly pierced through his throat by a silver needle.

"It's ......"

A trace of dazedness flashed in his eyes, and in just a few breaths, his face turned blue, and the corpse fell to the ground with a bang.

Several other people turned over and retreated, narrowly avoiding the silver needle, and were scared into a cold sweat.

Because Lu Nianchou was entangled with Huo Du and others, Li Mochou was worried that he would be injured by mistake, and these silver needles did not go all out, but only interrupted Huo Du and others.

At this time, the silver needle stopped, and her figure had already flashed away.

"Li Mochou, it's you?"

"This matter has nothing to do with you, isn't the Quanzhen Sect your old enemy of the Tomb Sect? Why do you want to do it to us? ”

"Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid of offending my Great Mongolia? ”

"I think you're looking for death!"

Huo Du's face suddenly sank, his arm exerted force violently, and the iron bone fan in his left sleeve and right hand echoed, setting off a mighty wind and hitting Li Mochou.

"Huo Du, the revenge of the siege of Taiyue Mountain last time has not been avenged, are you really easy to provoke Li Mochou when I am here?!"

Li Mochou said lightly, and at the same time, the dust moved, and there was a crackling sound, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and three thousand silver filaments smashed down on his head and face, stirring up a fierce and agitated air current, hitting a red-robed Tibetan monk in front of him.

"Not good!"

In the face of Li Mochou's might, this person's heart jumped wildly, and he was about to burst out with a loud shout, but he suddenly found that a silver needle had been shot out of the enemy's cuff at some point.

The silver needle came suddenly, swiftly and silently, and in an instant it sank into its heart.

He was shocked and desperate in his heart, his heart hurt, his movements were slow, and he could only watch Li Mochou's dust fall, and he vomited his strength.

In a scream of shock, the man's head burst open, and the headless corpse collapsed with a bang, blood flowing on the ground.

Red and white things are splashed everywhere, and the blood is extremely brutal!

"Li Mochou!"

"You're looking for death!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Huo Du, Darba, and the only remaining red-robed Tibetan monk who witnessed this scene shouted in unison, threw all the other opponents down, and rushed towards Li Mochou.

Call!

The three figures roared away with a strong wind and murderous aura, more powerful, and more ruthless!

"Death to the obstacle of iniquity!"

Darba roared, and his tall, thin figure rushed out like a reckless bull.

In the violent wind that was pulled up at great speed, he held the vajra in his two arms and raised it high, with a piercing detonation roar, and broke through the air with the power of destroying the mountains and mountains.

"If we are dead, we can't do it!"

The corners of Lu Nianchou's mouth hooked up an evil smile, his left hand pinched the trick, and commanded everyone to run the sword formation, and then the horse chopping knife in his hand seemed to tear the sky through the sky, slashing towards Darba's back.

Of the remaining three enemies, Darba's martial arts are the strongest, and as long as he gets rid of this person first, the remaining two will not have to worry about it.

Li Mochou saw that he echoed himself from afar, and a faint smile flashed on his face, although the master and apprentice did not speak, but the cooperation at this moment was wonderful.

She looked at Darba, who was slightly faster than the others, and did not dodge the vajra that smashed down, and the dust rose upside down, like a waterfall hanging upside down, rushing up.

Darba shouted violently, he was born with divine power since he was a child, and he practiced the foreign kung fu of the Esoteric Vajra Sect Mahamudra and the Vajra, and his every move was fierce and domineering.

Seeing that Li Mochou did not dodge or dodge, a touch of tyranny flashed in his eyes, his arms bulged in vain, and he grabbed the vajra and smashed it on his head.

Bang!

The vajra smashed into the dust, and the three thousand silver filaments were like waves, and the strength was heavy and heavy, allowing it to be shattered, but endlessly.

Li Mochou's face turned slightly purple, the martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect were already known for their lightness, and at this time, they were facing the enemy head-on, and there was no doubt that they were short of their own and their strengths in attacking the enemy.

However, she did not hesitate at all, and the silver thread was entangled, like a spider's web, so that Darba could not get out for the time being.

Sonor!

The one-man high slashing knife in Lu Nianchou's hand came first, like thunder and lightning, instantly cutting through the sky and slashing towards Darba's back.

Darba was locked by Li Mochou and couldn't move for a while.

At this critical moment, he could only shout angrily, let go of the vajra, and cast the kung fu of the big mudra, and hit the long knife that broke through the air.

Rumble!

It was obviously a collision between flesh and blood and a long knife, but it made a sound like a bronze bell.

Darba's two arms were as if they were made of steel, especially the two palms that were originally as white as jade, and they swelled in vain, like a grinding disc, and clamped the chopping knife that slashed down.

The two sides were only at a stalemate for a moment, and Li Mochou burst into the dust and hit him in the back of the heart.

With a crisp sound of snapping bones and bones, Darba's body flew upside down like straw and smashed to the ground.

His back collapsed, blood seeped out, and his face was extremely pale, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

All this happened between lightning and flint, and it was only at this time that Huo Du and another red-robed Tibetan monk had just killed Li Mochou's side.

"Li Mochou, you give me death!"

"Die!"

Huo Du never expected that almost instantly, Darba was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

Those damn things of the Quanzhen Sect didn't even hesitate at all, they joined forces with Li Mochou, and even cooperated so tacitly.

Huo Du and the red-robed Tibetan monk roared and struck left and right, killing at the same time.

The iron fan in his hand whistled and pointed an inch in front of Li Mochou's door.

The red-robed Tibetan monk broke through the air with his palm, and slashed with the strength of a crimson sword.

The two of them hit each other very quickly, and they are both real masters of the rivers and lakes, and in an instant, they will put the enemy to death.

Li Mochou is so amazing that he will be attacked by someone there, at this time, he did not hesitate, his toes were light, his waist was swinging, and his upper body was folded upside down, avoiding the enemy's deadly killing moves.

Then his body flicked, shook the dust, collided with Huo Du's iron bone fan, and with the help of the enemy's strength, he flew upside down in an instant, avoiding the slashing of the flame knife.

This move is just right, showing extremely clever light skills, martial arts and experience in facing the enemy, which is breathtaking.

"Give me death!"

Lu Nianchou didn't sit idly by, his arms shook hard, the blood in his pupils became more and more intense, and his body bounced up suddenly, as if Dapeng spread his wings, and the horse slashing knife in his hand slashed down from the sky towards the red-robed Tibetan monk below.

The long knife rolled up a terrifying wind, like a white thunderbolt falling from the sky!

The red-robed Tibetan monk who bore the brunt was slashing Li Mochou with the strength of his flaming sword, never dreaming that someone would launch such a fierce attack from mid-air.

"Not good!"

Huo Du's pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly played an iron bone fan, wanting to block his companion for a moment.

Bang dang!

The iron fan in his hand was split by a steel knife as fierce as thunder, and then the remaining strength was slightly reduced and slashed at the enemy's head.

"Ahh

In the end, the iron bone fan slightly blocked the impact, and the red-robed Tibetan monk slammed his head to the side, avoiding the end of being beheaded.

However, the long knife cut down, instantly tearing half of its shoulder, and even an arm and a large piece of flesh were directly cut open, blood splattered everywhere, and the bones were white.

"Ah......h

The red-robed Tibetan monk let out a hysterical wail of pain, like a ghost crying, and just hearing it made people feel their scalp tingle.

He screamed and staggered backwards, the intense pain made his brain blank, he didn't know the north, south, north, south, north, west, as if he lost his voice for a moment between heaven and earth, and only saw Huo Du shouting something with tears in his eyes.

At this time, Lu Nianchou took a break with a knife, and the knife rose again, and the long knife in his hand swirled around, slashing out like a wave.

In the terrifying sound of the knife, the red-robed Tibetan monk who had just staggered back was directly cut by the long knife, half of his body roared up, and then smashed to the ground, and the blood surged like a spring, gathering into a pool of blood.

Li Mochou's originally backward figure suddenly kicked on top of a big tree, and then rushed forward at a faster speed, striking out the dust in his hand.

"Ah...... Block me! ”

Huo Du's eyes were full of panic and fear, since Li Mochou appeared, in just a dozen breaths, the masters of his peers were almost dead.

The iron bone fan in his hand suddenly bounced up, and the fan surface opened and closed, as if flapping wings, and the wind and thunder were like force to kill Li Mochou's dust.

Rumble!

The dust whisk collided with the iron bone fan, and it made a loud noise like a thunderstorm.

Huo Du's martial arts were already a step worse than Li Mochou's, and he was heartbroken at this time, so he was three points weaker, and he was suddenly beaten backwards one after another by the strength of the dust.

"Huo Du, let you know how good I am!"

Li Mochou's eyes flashed with blazing murderous intent, and he raised his hand and slammed it on his chest.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Huo Du's chest collapsed by this slap, the sharp bones pierced the internal organs, the internal organs trembled, and a mouthful of scarlet blood suddenly came out.

"Ho-ho!"

His face was extremely pale, and he fell straight down, slumping to the ground like mud.

"Shhh

Even the rest of the Quanzhen disciples present couldn't help but gasp when they saw this, and looked at Li Mochou's eyes full of jealousy.

This glamorous-looking female Taoist aunt was ruthless and ruthless, her body was fast and secretive, and she had a terrifying secret weapon, which actually killed the originally arrogant enemy in a short period of time.

Li Mochou's face was flat and unimpressed, her injuries healed at this time, and her internal strength and martial arts had improved even after the last fight.

Coupled with Lu Nianchou's cooperation, how can the enemy still have a reason to be immortal.

She is as relaxed as the young lady who has just returned from a trip, even if the apricot yellow robe is not stained with a drop of dust and blood in a fight.

Several Quanzhen disciples had solemn faces, and they all waited for them, for fear that this female demon would turn their target to them next.

Li Mochou looked around, and finally stopped his gaze on Lu Nianchou, and finally just snorted slightly, and then looked at Huo Du who fell to the ground.

"Huo Du, do you still want to pretend to be dead? I'll give you a ride! ”

Murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and she stepped forward with a step, trembling slightly with dust in her hands, and was about to beat Huo Du to death.

At this moment, Huo Du struggled to his feet like a dead dog, and fell to his knees with a pop, his chest soaked with dark red blood.

A look of fear and despair flashed across his face, and he kowtowed desperately.

"Fairy Li, spare my life."

"I will never dare to be an enemy of the fairy again."

"I am a Mongolian prince and the third disciple of the national teacher, killing me will not do the fairy any good."

He kowtowed again and again, and his forehead was suddenly bloody, and blood beads rolled onto his handsome face, which looked extremely miserable, but there was an indescribable hideousness.

"If the fairy spares my dog's life, I will only obey the fairy's order in the future, and I will never dare to disobey it in the slightest."

"Please, let me go!"

"Let me go!"

"Spare me a dog's life......"

Huo Du's face was covered with blood, his eyes were full of fear, and his body was trembling slightly, where was there still a little bit of the nobility of the Mongolian prince, like a wild dog struggling to survive.

(End of chapter)