Mo Haoqiong's smile rippled, covering Han Zimei's last whisper of drawing her sword.

"You calculated the heavens and the earth, calculated the invitation given to Sword Valley by Hufu Villa, calculated that the leader got your so-called Qianzhiguan Zhizhi, calculated the meeting and acquaintance between me and the leader, calculated that I would be curious to come with my heart, and even calculated that I went to the teahouse to listen to the book, but you didn't seem to have calculated the variable of Zhao Qingqiu, the personal guardian of Mofeng, and the shadow of Xun Min in the shadows......"

His last words concealed a suppressed restlessness.

"I didn't count it at this point, I'm going to kill you, right?"

Leaning was silent.

This person doesn't seem to exist in the dark.

Mo Haoqiong took another step forward and said to himself: "At this time, should I be in a different place, or should I be locked up in some dark ghost place, tortured severely, or ......

I'm going to play the trick of revenge with you?"

Thunder.

A folding fan was broken through the air in the palm of someone's hand!

Mo Haoqiong listened to all directions, sneered, and was mentioning Han Zimei's horizontal slash.

The sword fan collided, silently.

Han Zimei's Xuan Ice Sword Body contains an extremely cold aura, with a real freezing power, and the folding fan instantly condenses into ice where it collides with Han Zimei.

Touch and divide.

The frozen area of the folding fan crumbled into ice slag.

Although Han Zimei's sword edge is not sharp, it can still destroy gold and stone with one slash, but the folding fan parried once and only broke a small gap, and it must not be ordinary.

Fortunately, this Li Yi's strength is not high, otherwise it will be really difficult to resist if he doesn't use Junzi Jade.

Better yet......

Mo Haoqiong took a step back.

"Why did you choose me?"

Silent.

Reply.

"You are the last orphan of the Mo family. ”

Mo Haoqiong sneered again. He wasn't good at this kind of smile with a strong sense of irony, but at this time, it really came from the heart.

"It's because I have Han Zimei and Junziyu and ...... A remnant of the recipe for longevity?"

"And because you passed the test. ”

Mo Haoqiong kicked the chair behind him violently, and it flew away and exploded on the wall.

"Bang!"

A few pieces of wood fell, leaving some lingering sounds.

He looked back. Facing the absolute darkness.

"Don't tell me about the test of bullshit!

Your eventual miscalculation led to a complete loss of control over me, and you're still here toying with me?"

He could hear Lean's deep breathing.

In the darkness, leaning on the Word:

"Wait. ”

It was past noon, but there was no light in the sky.

Rain cats and dogs.

Everyone stepped out of the thousands of knowledge.

Mo Haoqiong, who was walking at the end, quietly stepped forward and lightly bumped the green umbrella that hit the ink wind with the edge of the umbrella.

Mo Feng's face did not change, and his eyes shifted.

"What?"

"Maybe I'll do it again after a while, be careful. ”

The light in Mo Feng's eyes flickered.

"And how did you know?"

"That's what Li Yishu said. ”

"Interesting. ”

Mo Feng's footsteps did not stop, his body did not pause, and he did not change when he looked at him from a distance.

But the thumb of his right hand holding the umbrella kept tapping on the handle of the umbrella, with a rhythm that Mo Haoqiong didn't know.

This ticking sound was almost muffled in the heavy rain, but Zhao Qingqiu soon tapped the handle of the umbrella and responded.

Mo Haoqiong bowed his head and was silent.

Zhang Jianyun's place, a rapid and neat beating also came.

The leader still didn't care about looking around, but he left his eyes on Mo Haoqiong for a moment.

What the hell are these three talking about?

Mo Haoqiong shook his head imperceptibly. He didn't know.

The rain curtain covers people's eyes, like a smoke cage.

The distance between the five people is in a just right position, and it will not be seen as compact, but if one of them has an accident, the remaining four can respond immediately.

With such preparation, it is naturally very likely that such dangers will arise.

It is far away from the thousand perceptions and has stepped into the street.

The leader wondered. The summer rain is tyrannical and impermanent, but it has been so powerful in the past few days that it has disrupted all his play plans.

hummed a few soft tunes unique to Jiangnan, to be honest, it really didn't match this rainstorm. It's a pity that the leader has not heard the song specially sung for this heavy rain, and can only barely flirt with the soft drizzle tune.

Such a power of nature...... Only the sword light and sword shadow can barely match one or two.

Then deserve it.

On one side, on the bricks and tiles of the eaves of the low house, human figures crept.

Mo Haoqiong's right hand pressed on the hilt of Han Zimei's sword.

The shadow was originally accommodated in the right place with the rain, and although his movement revealed his own position, it also provided sufficient preparation for the pressure and impulse under his feet.

The shadow was above, and the body rushed.

Break through the wind and rain against the sword!

In front of a pharmacy, inside the half-hidden wooden door, a huge fat pig without friends ran straight towards the five people.

The internal force of both arms contracted!

Behind.

A green umbrella slowed down in the rain, obscuring their retreat.

The oil umbrella is green.

These three Grade A assassins of the Red Dust Hall had no scruples at this time.

But these five people no longer have scruples.

The gentleman's jade in his underwear jumped up, and the almost substantial internal force erupted out, wrapping around Mo Haoqiong's whole body.

The oil umbrella flew away with the wind, and Han Zimei collided with the sword.

The song of slaughter in the rain stirred its first killing machine.

Tracing the black rain stained Xiao Sheng's expression, and the dual swords in his hands expressed his calmness and anger.

The precision of the moves is calm, and the madness of rage.

Mo Haoqiong didn't understand why he was angry with him, maybe there were many misunderstandings in between, but Mo Haoqiong wouldn't stop at this time and slowly explain to a person who wanted his own life.

The two of them parted at the touch of a button.

Mo Haoqiong's trembling right hand full of rain clenched Han Zimei tightly, and his still free left hand stroked his already soaked chest.

Junzi Jade is here.

At this time, the fast spirit in his heart did not appear, and instead of taking out the Junzi Jade to fight against Xiao Sheng, he still used the Junzi Jade to bless the Lingtai and the body, and the combat power of Han Zimei was several percent higher.

wiped the rain from his forehead again, made his eyes clearer, and raised his sword again to collide with the little student's sword.

Long hair is still fluttering in the rain.

Kill!

Inkwind's short crossbow could not hit more than five feet in the rain, so he did not intend to win from a distance.

The umbrella in his hand was gone, and he stepped into the rain and went straight to the green umbrella behind him.

After all, crossbow arrows can kill even if they are fired at a person's throat in the rain.

The remaining three tacitly went towards the half-step kill.

Zhao Qingqiu's Lan Ye was frosty, the limbs of the leader were already filled with internal force, and the tips of Zhang Jianyun's double daggers were torn and trembling a little.

It was an unexpected, and not an unexpected matchup.

But there are so many things in life that are not surprising.

At the end of the street, the young man held a large umbrella, barely covering his two old and one young.

The old man's skeleton was scattered, and it seemed that he would be blown down by the wind and rain at any time, but the gesture of him pulling out the Tang knife was a good taste.

He smiled, his wrinkled face gathered like an old chrysanthemum.

And his code name is also Lao Ju.

The Tang knife that had just come out of the sheath shimmered coldly.

He lowered his head under the umbrella, looked at Mo Haoqiong in the distance, and sighed.

"It's considered that the old man was blinded at that time, then this time, this Sword Valley's Yi Sect Master,"

Lao Ju slowly raised the knife.

The tip of the Tang knife slashed a drop of rain.

"Can I sleep forever......"