The two fought, and Jiang Hejue and Xu Wanjun, who had a quarrel with the middle-aged man, took the lead.

I saw that at this moment, Jiang Hejue exhaled a cold breath from his mouth, and after staining Shengxue's beard, he made it extremely smooth and clean, holding a long sharp pen in one hand, and there was no inkstone at the tip of the ink, and he should murmur in his mouth and write in the air:

"The cold sky is blue and snowy, the days are bleak and frosty, the green ravels are rotten and withered. ”

As the last fold of the withered word fell, every pen mark in the air seemed to be given life, twisted into ice crows, and flew out.

After the ice crow group, Xu Wanjun's wrist flipped, got two blades to start, the right palm held a broad-bladed long sword with dense loose thorns at the blade, and the left hand was a snake-shaped spineless short dagger, and then the lotus step was light, stepping on the ice crow as a step, soaring into the air, the sharp weapon staggered and waved the blade groove through the wind, attracting a crisp sound, this sound in the past was widely known as the phoenix song of the four continents, but now it is like a bird crying, it is Xu Wanjun's unique weapon - the phoenix cry.

In a flash, the Ice Crow Group and Xu Wanjun had already killed in front of the table in just a moment, but saw that the middle-aged man was still unhurried, took a puff of cigarette pipe, pouted and exhaled a line of smoke, the smoke converged in front of him in a whirlpool, and then from it came out of it, a sharp feather sky eagle and a long-maned lion, fighting with the ice crow group and Xu Wanjun respectively.

Suddenly, the smoke and dust and ice fog were everywhere, the lion roared and the crow chirped here, and then the immortal building was like a pagoda, and the top floor space was already narrow, and the Xuanyi superintendent summoned hundreds of phantom bodies, and for a while it was even more shoulder to shoulder, Jiang Hejue and Xu Wanjun rushed to the front, inevitably injured by mistake, and the other figures could only stop behind the two and watch from afar.

It is said that although Jiang Hejue and Xu Wanjun are affected by the beetle snake Nayuan, they can be much worse than before, but they still have the ability to move mountains and reclaim the sea, and they should be able to win easily, but the two and the smoke beast fought to thirty or fifty together, but they still did not win or lose, and the reason for this can be attributed to the smoke beast Xuanqi, the eagle rushed straight into the ice crow group at that time, several times fluttering and moving, between the sharp feathers, half of the ice crows turned into ink, but it failed to hurt it in the slightest. It jumped into the air and pounced straight at Xu Wanjun, who bent down and had wind under his feet, exerting his exclusive body technique, staggering the lion attack, and then the phoenix cries and slashed on it, but it was like chopping smoke, straight through the body of the lion, but then the lion's tail whipped Xu Wanjun's body, but it was a real pain.

Behind the crowd, Xuanyi was eager to take the middle-aged man's life, but after a while, before the latter could make a move, the two generals under his command had already fallen into a fierce battle, which made him quite annoyed in his heart, and he ordered angrily:

"Jiang Hejue, Xu Wanjun, you two waste, return it to me!"

Jiang Hejue and Xu Wanjun heard that their bodies were stagnant, although they were unwilling, they still didn't dare to disobey the will of Xuanyi Governor, so they had to respond in unison: "No!" Then put away their respective blades, retreated sharply, and returned behind the group in a gray manner.

Seeing that the two retreated, the smoke beast did not pursue, the empty eagle first hovered over the middle-aged man's head, and then landed on his shoulder, combing his feathers with his beak, and the lion crouched at the man's feet, licking his palm like a big cat.

The middle-aged man's eyes were like a cone, penetrating the dry figure, the corners of his mouth rose into a sneer, and he said to Xuanyi Governor:

"Misty Snow Crane, Phoenix Sword Lore, that's it. ”

His subordinates were useless, and then they were ridiculed, Xuanyi Inspector turned his head to look at Jiang Hejue and Xu Wanjun's eyes were almost angry and burst into flames, the latter two felt terrified at the moment, they both lowered their heads and said nothing, but before Xuanyi Inspector opened his mouth to scold, he only heard a sharp voice in the narrow figure:

"Hmph, boy, but you can beat two pieces of waste, but don't be rampant. ”

As soon as the words fell, a thin man jumped out of the crowd, knelt down in front of Xuanyi Duyou, and bowed:

"My lord Xuanyi supervises the post, and the last general Mo Jing asks to go to war!"

Xuanyi Du Gang turned his eyes around, and then said, "Okay! You are allowed to fight, but you need to do your best." ”

"Thank you!"

Mo Jing ordered him to bow again, and then flashed in front of the middle-aged man, and said arrogantly: "Boy, I see that you know a lot of past events in the four continents, do you know who your grandfather and I are?"

After the middle-aged man glanced Mo Jing up and down, he smiled indifferently and said: "Mo Jing, known as the Laughing Nightmare Trick Kill, was born in the most feared assassin organization in the four continents - the Mo family of Xiniu Hezhou, he is the seventh head of the Mo family, and he has killed countless people in his life, and the most famous record is probably that in his generation, he successfully assassinated the third god son of Shenxing City, Xu Perion, the god son of doom. ”

"In the past, the name of the smiling nightmare was also loud in the four continents, but you are narrow-minded, resulting in often despicable deeds, such as bullying your employers, etc., the Mo family is no longer beautiful under your rule, and is gradually surpassed by the Nanzhan Buzhou Suomen Gate. I heard that you also have a younger brother, named Ink Thorn, no matter the ability and talent are far better than you, when I fought with you for the position of the head of the Mo family, but your means were despicable, and you first poisoned his wine and food, causing Ink Thorn to lose to your hands, I don't know if it is true. ”

"If it's true, it's really a pity, if the Mo family was dominated by the Mo Thorn writer, it wouldn't have been avenged and wiped out when it fell to the ninth head of the family. ”

When the middle-aged man said this, his face towards Mo Jing was already full of sarcasm, and the latter's posture changed from his previous arrogance when he heard the words, and turned to his angry eyes, and shouted: "Put your mother's bullshit, Lao Tzu will give birth to Lao Tzu in the womb, where did he come from." ”

"Oh? That's weird. ”

The middle-aged man pretended to be surprised when he heard this, turned his head and pointed behind him and said, "Isn't it the ink thorn that is trying to hide his aura here?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw several cold lights suddenly flash out of the dark corner behind him, which was shot by the flying knife hidden weapon, and there was a masked man in black behind him, holding a goose feather knife in each hand, and the killing general came out.

The world says that assassins: hidden in the dark, wiping knives to make money, willing to be dead soldiers for gold and silver, and a few benevolent and righteous paintings.

The middle-aged man knew that there was a hidden weapon flying, and he didn't dodge, the empty eagle on his shoulder got up without an order, and his wings fluttered, causing a violent air flow to blow the hidden weapon directly away, and the lion under his feet also roared angrily, and rushed straight towards the masked man.

Seeing that the latter seemed unwilling to clash head-on with Ruishi, he suddenly threw the Yanling knife in his hand into the air, and then formed a fist mark in his hand, and his figure suddenly drifted away like a mist.

The masked man's move made the lion pounce in the air, the latter attacked to no avail, was bowing his head, sniffing carefully, but unexpectedly at the Yanling knife in the air, the mist quickly condensed and formed, the masked man appeared again, let go of the sealed hands, grabbed the Yanling knife, the body rotated extremely quickly, swept the hurricane, and slashed straight at the middle-aged man, and shouted in a low voice:

"Wind strangulation!"

Seeing this, the empty eagle wanted to protect his master, flapping his wings to meet the attack, but he didn't expect this attack to be fierce, and he directly twisted it into smoke and dust, as of this moment, the middle-aged man still looked calm, let the blade cut at him, the masked man saw that he did not dodge, and his heart was not very stable, but the arrow had to be sent on the string, and he could only attack with all his strength.

Wind strangulation is a unique skill of the Mo family that has now been lost, and countless monks in the four continents in his generation died under its storm-like attack, but when it came to the middle-aged man, the Yanling knife that controlled the wind was like slashing on the smoke and dust, directly penetrating his body, splitting the wooden chair under his seat to pieces, leaving a deep ravine on the stone slab on the ground.

All of this happened between the lightning and flint, this loud noise, causing Rui Shi to turn around to protect the master, the masked man thought that he was not as capable as Xu Wanjun, so he had to move his body a few times, returned to Mojing and knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and hugged his fist and said: "Brother, Ah Jian, I missed." From the words of the two, it can be seen that the masked man is indeed Mo Jing's brother Mo Thorn.

Mo Jing glanced at the person below him, and said coldly: "I'm not blind, I can see it." Then he moved his gaze to the middle-aged man, who was squatting on the ground, absorbing the smoke and dust scattered around him to repair the broken figure, and muttered to himself, "It's a pity that I don't have to sit." ”

Then he stood up and said, "Mo Jing, I can't imagine that a narrow-minded person like you would not kill your brother to prevent future troubles. ”

However, without waiting for Mo Jing to answer, Mo Thorn took the initiative to stand up and scolded:

"Shut up! Lord Jing is bright, Thorn Lord is dark, my brother and I are already one heart, how can I allow you to tease. ”

"What's more, the real assassin should be hidden in the shadows, even if your skills are mysterious, but I will take your life with this blow!"

After Mo Thorn finished speaking, he once again formed a fist mark in his hand, and his body drifted away like mist.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but be a little stunned when he heard this, but he immediately applauded and laughed:

"Interesting, interesting, Mo Jing, I can't imagine that your gentle methods can make your former mortal enemies willingly use them. ”

After saying that, he raised his feet and shouted at the Xuanyi Inspector Post behind the crowd: "Old Wangba, should you humbly ask him for advice." ”

When Mo Jing heard this, he immediately reprimanded angrily: "Presumptuous, I will kill anyone who insults my master!" Then he took out a short dagger from his bosom and wanted to attack.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man looked disdainful and said:

"Heh! it's just an assassination technique, the Mo family assassin, and you can help me ......"

"Poof. ”

As the middle-aged man spoke, the smile on his face suddenly stopped, and he suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood, and suddenly felt weakness under his legs, and he could barely maintain his body by holding on to the wooden table.

"Hahahaha!" Seeing this, Mo Jing directly abandoned the short dagger in his hand, first laughed wildly, and then sneered: "You say...... What can I do to you?"

As Ink Thorn spoke, two mist condensed and formed beside him, one was Ink Thorn, and the other was a man holding a bamboo pole in his hand, and the latter bowed his head and said, "Brother, fortunately not disgraced." ”

Mo Jing nodded with satisfaction at first, and praised: "Mo Cong, it's beautiful." ”

Then he looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Even if you kid knows Ah Thorn, what if you kid knows? Of the three Lao Tzu brothers, the most outstanding is my third brother Mo Cong, Ah Cong, let him die today." ”

"Yes, brother. After Mo Cong responded, he turned to face the middle-aged man, and there was no trace of emotion in his indifferent eyes, and said: "I saw that Er's technique was like smoke and dust, and his body was like this, so I took advantage of Er's recovery of his body to inject poisonous mist into Er's smoke and dust, and at this moment, it should have been mixed into Er's viscera, and if there are thirty breaths, he will die." ”

"Although I don't recognize you, but daring to be the enemy of my Mo brothers is the biggest mistake in your life. ”

On the opposite side of Mo Cong, the middle-aged man no longer had the strength to stand at the moment, and as soon as his knees were weak, he would sit down, and Rui Shi saw this and hurriedly stepped forward, crouched down, and caught him, but the caster was weak, and Rui Lion's figure faded.

At the moment of life and death, the middle-aged man still did not lose his demeanor, and said in a weak and open-minded voice:

"That's really ...... I have learned your way. ”