"Not on me. ”

Mo Haoqiong replied without much emotion.

"I don't believe it. This man's delicate voice is sultry, and people can't afford to refuse at all. "It's definitely on the body. Or is it that Sect Master Mo wants the slave family to touch ......?"

"But it's not really about me. ”

Mo Haoqiong pulled up his lowered head and looked directly at the black robe that covered his face.

"The slave family is really embarrassed, so I can only take care of Sect Master Mo. The black-robed man stretched out his white, cold right hand and held a piece of yellow paper.

"I don't obey you. And again, it's really not on me. ”

The hand paused.

At this time, the black-robed man also thought that this great sect master might be a stubborn dead man like this Xu master, so he didn't bother with it first, withdrew his hand into the black robe, and asked, "Then, where is it?"

"In the Valley of the Sword. ”

"How do I take that?"

The voice of the black-robed man also carried annoyance, Jian Gugui was one of the twelve masters of the righteous path, his strength was extraordinary, and he was located in a natural danger, so he couldn't sneak in at all.

Mo Haoqiong was thinking of a nonsense, saying that this longevity trick water was also embedded in a certain mountain and a certain stone in Sword Valley, and it could not be taken down. But thinking that the Immortal Secret Water has actually changed hands several times, this matter is an open secret for the older generation of people in the rivers and lakes, so let this idea stop.

"The Immortal Recipe Water is in the hands of the Sword Sect Sect Master Zhou Zhihuan at this time, it's not that I just say take it. ”

The black-robed man was silent for a while, then stretched out his smooth hand again, and raised it towards Mo Haoqiong, "Come here." ”

"Why?"

"There are some things, the slave family wants to whisper to you~ This Xu master, I can't hear it. ”

Xu Mingding didn't say anything about this, regarded this week's puppet as nothing, pulled the tail of his coat casually, and sat on the bed.

In this situation, Mo Haoqiong couldn't refuse, but he still asked something else first, "What happened to the other three people in this wooden house?"

"Okay, you don't have to worry about it, Sect Master, at this moment, it must be a sweet sleep. ”

The three of them had just woken up, and had experienced a sudden murder, and it was impossible for them to fall asleep as if they had nothing to do, there was a strange ......

Seeing Mo Haoqiong pondering, the black-robed man laughed. "Sect Master Mo, don't you want the slave family to invite you over?"

Xu Mingding touched the hilt of the sword.

"Master Xu, don't be angry~ Oh, don't make it difficult for the slave family, otherwise, wait for both sides...... It's not pretty!"

The delicate and soft tone suddenly became cold in the last four words, like a cold rain suddenly falling in the spring when the grass was flying, and it was full of a huge sense of drop.

Mo Haoqiong stood up stiffly and slowly walked towards the black-robed man step by step.

He was shouting in his heart, begging the stubborn temper in his heart to come out quickly.

If it can be added, it may have a chance to instantly kill the black-robed man who seems to be defenseless at the moment.

Junziyu did not move at all, and no miracle happened.

Mo Haoqiong stiffened and walked towards the black-robed man.

"Sect Master Mo is really handsome~ At first sight, the slave family almost became a beauty. ”

The black-robed man laughed, looked at Mo Haoqiong, who was getting closer and closer, and commented on his appearance.

Mo Haoqiong was silent and stood in front of the black-robed man.

Seeing that Mo Haoqiong really didn't look at him, the black-robed man had to take a step forward by himself and aimed his small mouth hidden under the black robe at Mo Haoqiong's ears.

"I'm sorry~ Sect Master Mo, I can only take your life to exchange the longevity recipe from Sect Master Zhou. ”

A black and purple breath slowly erupted with her words, and slowly burrowed into Mo Haoqiong's ears.

There is a sword to slash!

Xu's destined slash has come to the front!

The black-robed man had already prepared, and a puppet floated over and withstood the full force of Master Xu's blow.

Withered, spread, fly ash.

The verdant of the long sword in Xu Mingding's hand was slightly lighter.

The white hand immediately pinched Mo Haoqiong's neck and blocked him in front of her.

This person smiled, "Master Xu, don't be so rude, if you hurt Sect Master Mo, it won't be good." ”

Heart.

A certain breath passed by in a flash.

Mo Haoqiong drooped, and his purple face instantly became enlightened.

He couldn't afford to use Junzi Jade anymore, and what he pulled out was Hanzimei from his waist.

With a slash, I could hear the crisp sound of the bell, and a green flute was used as a short sword by the black-robed man, and he took Mo Haoqiong's painless sneak attack.

Sect Master Mo's footsteps slipped, and as if a substantial wind and snow were condensed under his feet, he slid three or four feet away.

With a good move, Sword Valley Light Gong Wind and Snow Tour, Mo Haoqiong fortunately burst out with a higher ability than usual in this moment of life and death.

"Kill!"

The black-robed man snorted, and he didn't want to think about why the poison he had planted suddenly failed, so he immediately stretched out his other hand and raised a piece of yellow paper.

The paper burned violently, and the blood lines of the rune immediately came out and scattered, shooting into every puppet in the room.

"Since you don't accept the slave's good words, then die at the feet of the slave family in peace and become the slave's collection.

The ones outside will have to die too!"

Several of the puppets in the room sucked blood, and they became more and more ready to move.

And at the door, there is a puppet slowly walking in.

A drop of sweat broke out on Xu Mingding's forehead, and his internal force frantically converged on his long sword.

Sanlin Lie's withering instant kill was not the strength of the Yanshan Sect's Qingya Sword Technique itself, but an additional gift from the longevity of the Immortal Secret Wood. This move is not a must-kill, the worse the opponent is the more obvious the effect, and the stronger the one, the worse the effect.

Lots of greenery.

Chop, chop, chop!

The black-robed man grinned, lifted up, and stabbed Mo Haoqiong's waist a few feet away with a jade flute.

If she could, she just wanted to capture Mo Haoqiong alive with serious injuries, and the Immortal Recipe Water was very likely to be on his body, and existed in a way that she didn't know, and if it was really in the hands of the Fifth Week of the World in that Sword Valley, a living Yi Sect Sect Master could be exchanged.

But she won't let Mo Haoqiong find a chance to fight back, because even if she kills, she can touch her body and search, but it may take many years to solve the mystery...... She can also refine Mo Haoqiong's body into a puppet and deceive Zhou Zhihuan, but she has to bear the risk of seeing through the fifth week of the world, and she also has to bear the endless pursuit and killing of one of the twelve masters of the righteous path.

What a hassle.

Mo Haoqiong lowered his body and raised his sword to parry the stab of the jade flute, and then rolled backwards, giving the hidden puppet a fierce sword.

The black-robed man laughed glamorously, and once again carried the jade flute to chase and kill.

Fortunately, although the black-robed man has an extremely high cultivation level, he is close to the Eight Realms Spirit Platform, but he doesn't seem to be very good at frontal combat, so Mo Haoqiong still has the strength to fight.

The strength of a battle does not mean that you can win a war.

Xu ordered to kill the last puppet, and raised his eyes to look at the black-robed man who kept moving forward.

She was stunned by this Xu fateful glance, and she paused stiffly, stomped her feet angrily, and shouted, "You two, look back first~"

Mo Haoqiong didn't dare to look back, thinking that this person must be lying, but Xu Mingding didn't doubt it, and turned his head back to look.

Another puppet came to the doorway.

Wrong.

Isn't wearing a cloak of impermanence?

Mo Haoqiong looked sideways and knew that Xu Mingding had really seen something, so he also turned around.

The man entered the light.

Plain clothes, long sword, different from other puppets, with a blood-patterned yellow paper on the door of the head.

Mo Haoqiong's pupils constricted.

"Sweep the dust?!"