"Whoa, whoa!"

Three sharp arrows broke through the air from the depths of the dense forest, aiming directly at the vital parts of Mo Wudao's upper body.

A sneer of disdain hung on the corner of Mo Wudao's mouth, and his right hand seemed to be raised slowly, but he grabbed the three cold arrows that exuded this cold aura in a precise and timely manner.

"Sneaky, hidden arrows hurt people!"

With a hard hand, three sharp arrows made of stainless steel were broken into two pieces and thrown to the ground.

"Woooo

The sound of arrows breaking through the air sounded again, and more cold arrows shot out of the dense forest, Mo Wudao frowned, and his right hand turned again, grabbing all the sharp arrows that were shooting at him.

"Give it back to you!"

With a flick of his hand, all the cold arrows in his hand shot out, the speed doubled, and he returned the same way.

A few screams came from the dense forest opposite, Nangong Ruoxi held two grilled fish, frowned, and didn't have too much worry on his face, but walked behind Mo Wudao with a little nervousness.

"Brother Mo, this arrow is made of stainless steel, it seems that the identity of the person in this dark place is not simple!"

Nangong Ruoxi knew that the men around him had a thousand magical methods, and although this rain of arrows with his bare hands looked cool, it was not a surprising skill.

"Oh, Sister Ruoxi, aren't you worried? There are quite a few people hiding in this dark place, and they have surrounded us. ”

Nangong Ruoxi blinked, smiled skillfully, and said softly with trust: "With Brother Mo's kung fu, no matter how many of these thieves there are, they are just asking for their own hardships!"

"Haha!"

The beauty trusted so much, Mo Wudao smiled, put the grilled fish in his hand aside, stood up, and picked up the bamboo pole used to fork the fish on the side.

"Bang! bang!"

The applause rang out, and human heads gradually emerged from the depths of the surrounding dense forest, and it was estimated that more than thirty black-clothed people surrounded the two of them in the middle.

The applauding was a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, beside him two men in Tsing Yi who were also unmasked, about thirty years old, with sharp eyes and a sword on his waist, all with an indifferent face.

"What a big breath!"

The man in Tsing Yi stopped, glanced at Mo Wudao's body, then turned his head and said to Nangong Ruoxi with a smile: "I never thought that everyone in Nangong, who had never had a crush on any man, actually had a private meeting with his lover in this wilderness, which is really surprising!"

If the world knows, I don't know how many people will have insomnia, hahaha······"

In front of outsiders, Nangong Ruoxi showed everyone's demeanor, although he was holding two grilled fish in his hands, he still replied elegantly: "What does the opinion of the people of the world have to do with Ruoxi!

"Haha, I'm just worried that everyone in Nangong will be abducted, so I came to protect Miss Nangong. The middle-aged man bowed slightly, completely opening his eyes and talking nonsense.

"Ruoxi thanked you first, but Ruoxi is very safe, please leave!" Nangong Ruoxi shook his head lightly and refused.

"Then how can it be done, the old man usually can't get used to this kind of white-faced little student, relying on a little martial arts skills in the rivers and lakes to deceive the girl from a good family!

The middle-aged man looked righteous and shouted solemnly: "Nangong, get out of the way, be careful of hurting you!"

With a wave of his hand, all the black-clothed people around him drew their weapons and surrounded Mo Wudao.

Mo Wudao gently turned the bamboo pole in his hand, turned his head to Nangong Ruoxi and smiled helplessly, and teased: "Sister Ruoxi, it seems that there are a lot of flower messengers for you!"

Nangong Ruoxi smiled lightly, and was also a little speechless, obviously the person who came was not good, but he was high-sounding!

I saw Mo Wudao dragging the backpack on the side and handing it to Nangong Ruoxi, Nangong Ruoxi put down the grilled fish and took it, opened the black cloth bag of the package, revealing the guqin inside.

"Trouble my sister to play the piano, watch my brother play with this group of eyeless guys!"

With his right hand, he turned the thin bamboo pole and walked lazily towards the black-clothed people who came around.

"Zheng~"

The piano sounds, the body moves!

Holding a bamboo pole, Mo Wudao rushed into the crowd.

To say that these people in black are all practitioners of their own families, and their skills and swordsmanship are all extraordinary, and some of them still have not weak internal qi cultivation.

But at this moment, these black-clothed people with sharp weapons are no one close to Mo Wudao's body!

When the sword collided with the bamboo pole, it could not be cut off, and not even a single mark was left, and everyone was shocked.

Mo Wudao also had the intention of playing with these black-clothed people, and the sword immortal Zhenyuan did not move at all, so he kept a breath of true qi, transported it on the bamboo pole, turned the rod into a sword, and displayed his supreme swordsmanship that he had practiced in Shushan for more than 20 years.

With the sound of the piano, Mo Wudao's body moves at will, and the rod moves at will!

Walking like a dragon out of the water, quiet like a civet cat catching mice, in motion, the hand is divided into yin and yang, the body hides the gossip, steps on the nine palaces, the inside is in line with its qi, and the outside is in its shape.

From the perspective of Nangong Ruoxi, an outsider, it seems that every time he wields, he is full of subtle and elegant bearing.

Turning the sky and frightening birds flying, rolling on the ground without dust, between a blow, like a light wind without seeing the sword, in all kinds of changes, but seeing the sword without seeing people.

From time to time, people in black were cut by bamboo poles, fell to the ground and wailed!

Before the song was finished, there were only four or five people in black who were still struggling to fight!

The middle-aged man was also immersed in Mo Wudao's mysterious swordsmanship in a trance, and when he came back to his senses, his expression changed greatly.

"You two go up together, kill this kid!"

The two men beside him nodded, jumped up on tiptoe, and slaughtered into the battle circle.

"Ding ······"

Nangong Ruoxi's piano tone changed, as if to remind Mo Wudao, who was fighting, to be careful, and a master entered.

Mo Wudao, who was playing with the last three black-clothed people, naturally paid attention to the three people here, but he was just paying attention.

The bamboo pole in his hand turned casually, and the tip of the pole containing a trace of sword qi slashed across the thighs of the three black-clothed men.

Three blood rays flew up, and the three of them threw away the long knives in their hands and fell to the ground holding their thighs.

When the bamboo pole was flicked, the slightest trace of blood slipped off, and the bamboo pole was still green, and the blood was not stained at all.

The two men in Tsing Yi had sharp eyes, and they were vigilant and opposed to Mo Wudao, maintaining a certain distance.

Mo Wudao raised his eyebrows, feeling the fluctuations of the true qi slowly flowing within the dantian of the two of them.

"Innate master!"

"Can you see that?"

The two men in Tsing Yi looked at each other with a sharp gaze, and they were 100% energetic, the other party could see their strength, but the two of them couldn't see the other party's path.

But seeing that he easily picked off many of his own personnel, he must have entered the innate realm!

And the swordsmanship is particularly outstanding!

Mo Wudao stared at the two of them with interest, relaxed and freehand, and said with a smile: "In this river and lake, it is not easy to enter the innate realm at your age, it seems that the forces behind you are not simple!"

The foreheads of the two people in Tsing Yi gradually sweated, and compared with Mo Wudao's relaxation, the two of them were highly nervous.

Mo Wudao's face looked to be in his early twenties, and if he was surprised, the surprise in their hearts was not small at all.

Looking at the footwork of the other party, it seems to be casual, and every time it can easily resolve the offensive of the two people, if the two attack, not only can they not make contributions, but they will also be counterattacked.

A master's move is often in an instant!

The palms of the two holding the sword were sweating slightly, constantly changing positions, staring at Mo Wudao's every move with all their hearts.

"Don't do it yet!"

The middle-aged man who was watching not far away shouted loudly, and the two Tsing Yi masters felt bitter.

The person who gave the order was obviously not very proficient in martial arts.

Mo Wudao grinned, looked at the cautious and nervous two people in Tsing Yi, and said with a smile: "Let's make a move! If I make a move first, you won't have a chance to ······."

The two men in Tsing Yi exchanged glances, nodded slightly, and the long sword suddenly came out of its sheath!

"Bell, bell!"

The sound of the collision of the sword body sounded, accompanied by the sound of the long piano, echoing in the bamboo forest, and together composed a melodious music.

The figures of the three of them are in the bamboo forest, flying and jumping, as fast as lightning!

With the naked eyes of Nangong Ruoxi and the middle-aged man, they could no longer see the figures of the three people fighting clearly, and only occasionally there were roars and swords, reflecting the fierceness of the battle.

The green dragon is unstoppable when it goes to sea, and the clouds see the sun;

The rhinoceros looks at the moon and shows the spirit, and the white ape climbs the branches to hide the mystery.

Mo Wudao suppressed the cultivation, using the rod as the sword, one against the other, and not falling behind.

In the bamboo forest, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and there were constantly green bamboos falling, and then startling the birds in the distance.

Nangong Ruoxi had already stopped stroking the qin, her beautiful eyes were firmly staring at the battle in the bamboo forest, although she knew that Mo Wudao would definitely win, but there was still a faint worry in her heart.

After about a hundred moves, Mo Wudao felt that there was no point in continuing to fight, with the clumsy swordsmanship of these two innate masters, even if he deliberately lowered his cultivation to fight with the two, there was not much value in sparring.

As soon as his mind turned, his speed soared, and his sword aura became a little stronger!

"Whew!" "Whew!"

With two soft sounds, the bamboo tip slashed across the wrists of the two people in Tsing Yi holding swords, blood gushed out, hand tendons broke, and two long swords came out of their hands.

"Bump, bump!"

There were two heavy feet on the chest, and the two people in Tsing Yi flew out of the bamboo forest, fell on the grass by the stream, tilted their heads and fell in front of the middle-aged man, seriously injured!

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and he was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and looked at the young swordsman who slowly walked out of the bamboo forest with a little horror.

Mo Wudao was carrying a bamboo pole, except for his hair that was a little messy, there was no trace of injury on his body, and even his clothes were not scratched and dirty.

There was still an indifferent smile on his face, but at this moment, in the eyes of the middle-aged man, it was the smile of death.

"Childe is good kung fu!"

The middle-aged man arched his hand calmly, and said in a deep voice: "Today is our planting, the mountains are high and the waters are long, and there will be a period in the future!"

After that, he turned and left.

"Tsk, it delayed my picnic and ruined my good mood, do you want to leave like this?" Mo Wudao's lazy voice sounded, and the middle-aged man's figure was stunned.

"Boy, don't deceive people too much!"

"I'm going to bully people too much today, what should you do?" Mo Wudao stepped lightly on the grass, turned the bamboo pole in his right hand, and continued to approach the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man frowned, took a few steps back, and waved his hand, and several black-clothed people appeared again behind the mound of dirt behind him.

Together, there are two large siege crossbows!

The thick and sharp steel crossbow arrows were aimed at Nangong Ruoxi, who was sitting comfortably on the other side of the stream.

"Then don't blame me for the fish and the net!"

Mo Wudao's eyes were cold, a touch of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Threaten me?"