It didn't matter much to be killed by Mo Yu three brothers one after another, no matter how simple people were, they could see the clues.

Mo Yu had already sat up from the shrine, and he couldn't see the expression on his face, only his eyes.

But no one dared to look him in the eyes, for fear that one look would be confirmed by him as the next person to be killed.

None of them understood why Liu Pei and the others didn't hear the movement when a few people died in the main hall.

Of course, those outside heard the unrest in the hall. The monks in front of them thought very highly of themselves, treating other people as ordinary people, and disdaining their lives and deaths.

Liu Pei and the old man in the green shirt in the backyard also heard it.

"These people haven't rested all night, why don't you go and see what they're doing?" said the old man in green shirt to Liu Pei.

"These rice buckets are just a number of people, and they can't make a big difference, so they will make trouble. Liu Pei replied.

The old man in the green shirt was originally disdainful of these people recruited by Liu Pei, and when he saw Liu Pei say this, he didn't bother to say more.

Some people began to suspect that Liu Pei deliberately dodged and transferred away the only few masters among them. I just can't figure out why he did it.

They will never be able to figure it out again, because there is no chance.

Mo Yu is ready to close the net.

"You're not convinced, aren't you?" Everyone was tense and vigilant about Mo Yu's next move, and Mo Yu asked coldly, and no one dared to answer rashly.

"Although you don't say it, you know that your heart is not convinced when you see your expressions. But I killed Qin Hui's spies, why are you not convinced? Oh, by the way, you are in league with him!"

No one answered, no one denied.

Since you all admit that you are Qin Hui's spies, then don't blame my subordinates for showing no mercy. Mo Yu said as he stood up from the shrine.

"Brothers, this kid wants our lives. Let's go up together and fight with him. It was the person who threw the futon to Mo Yu as a pillow who spoke, and he shouted and rushed to the shrine first, and before he could gain a firm foothold on the shrine, he was shot down by Mo Yu with a palm and fell to the ground.

"I said, for the sake of that futon, let you sleep for a few more decades. Mo Yu said condescendingly to the man on the ground.

Saying this also left him a life, but it was just a temporary closure of his acupoint, and he would wake up after the hour.

The grace of a drop of water will be repaid, this is the character of Moyu.

It seems that sometimes a little good thing is always good, and maybe when it can save your life.

The ancients have been saying there for a long time: there are tens of millions of families, it is better to do a good deed every day!

Now there are six people left.

Mo Yu pointed at them and said: "You villains, he shouted together, but you didn't move, let him die alone, you think you are smart, all fake smart, no team spirit, doomed to not become the climate, for this kind of selfish people, it is best to die early." ”

The meaning of the ink language is obvious. Liushang on the ground slowly stood up, drew out his weapons one after another, and prepared to fight Mo Yu to the death. But the posture was sufficient, but no one dared to go first.

Who is not afraid of death? Those who say they are not afraid of death do so because they have never died.

But to die should also fight and die heroically, and not be a lamb to the slaughter.

Some people are respected even if they die. Mo Yu despised these people from the bottom of his heart, and didn't want to say anything more, he jumped down from the shrine, and the Hanfeng Sword was unsheathed in mid-air, and the six swords were instantly stabbed out with the cold air that attacked people.

Those panicked people instinctively raised their weapons in their hands to defend, only to hear a few "clicks", like the sound of a quick knife cutting cabbage, and six weapons fell to the ground.

Of the six swords stabbed by Mo Yu, five swords and one sword were killed, only one sword was slightly off, and the man had not yet lost his breath, and howled like a pig.

Mo Yu walked over and added another sword.

Compared to the eldest brother who can stab eight swords at the same time, and the sword score is exactly the same, Mo Yu feels that he can't do it.

The tip of the sword was still bleeding, and Mo Yu was coldly wiped dry on the clothes of those people. He is no longer the naïve boy who was so annoyed when he first came down the mountain that he killed someone.

It was not he who changed the rivers and lakes, but the rivers and lakes that changed him.

............

"You'd better go in and take a look, but don't let this rabble kill anyone. The old man in the green cloth robe said to Liu Pei uneasily.

Liu Pei was sleeping comfortably on a bunch of dry grass, and said lazily: "Anyway, it's all useless things, it's better to die." ”

"People like you also deserve to be brothers? How can they say that they also call you big brother, and they are also your brothers. The old man was a little dissatisfied with what he said.

"I advise Brother Wang to sleep in peace, it's best to leave them alone, they will naturally stop making trouble after they are done. ”

"If you don't go, I'll go. The old man bounced off the ground with a carp, picked up the long sword beside him and walked towards the hall.

"Hey, Brother Wang...... This man is really ......."

............

Mo Yu walked towards the woman, the blood on the sword still dry. She looked at him in horror with a pair of large eyes that were still quite aura, shivering.

Mo Yu crouched down and removed the cloth from her mouth.

"You're Mo Gongzi, aren't you?" she asked timidly.

"It's not!"

Mo Yu picked off the ropes on her hands and feet.

She rubbed her purple-bound wrist and said, "I can't mishear your voice, I heard it from the beginning, you are Mo Gongzi." Mo Gongzi, you ...... behind"

Don't want her to remind you, Mo Yu had already heard someone coming in from behind. It is an old man in a green cloth caftan shirt.

It's just that there is another person who just arrived at the door, and when he heard the woman called "Mo Gongzi", he was so shocked that he quickly shrank out, it was Liu Pei.

He was as terrified as an earthquake. He still didn't know which Mo Gongzi the woman was talking about, whether it was Mo Yan or Mo Yu, but no matter which one it was, it would not be easy for him not to run quickly.

I couldn't help but secretly scold myself for being confused, and actually lured the wolf into the room. Thankfully, I still had time to escape.

The old man in the green cloth robe walked through the hall with a sword, looking at the scene in front of him, his face was pale.

"Why did you kill them?" he asked.

"Because they are Qin Hui's spies. Mo Yu replied with a grin.

"Nonsense! What proof do you have that they are spies?"

"I don't believe you asked her. ”

"I obviously heard that girl call you son, you should know, you are Qin Hui's spy, you are here to save this girl. ”

"If you want to say that, I don't object, but if I want to grab Qin Hui's old boy, I have to break his neck with a click. ”

The old man in the green shirt was a little confused.

"No matter what, you killed so many people at once, you are ruthless, even if you are not Qin Hui's spy, you are by no means a good person. ”

"Well, I'm really not a good person. Mo Yu nodded in agreement.

"Since you yourself admit it, it's good, if you meet me today, it's your bad luck, I want to avenge these people who were killed by you, and give them justice in the spirit of heaven. ”

"Then who will administer justice for you?" Mo Yu said lightly. As if no one was around, he sighed at his cold blade sword, strangely, as soon as the breath came out of the sword body, it immediately turned into a thin layer of ice. Mo Yu was fascinated by it, and he didn't take the old man in his eyes at all.

Originally, the old man was very unaccustomed to these people under Liu Pei, and originally he thought that as long as Mo Yu gave a reasonable reason, he didn't want to take it too seriously. Who knew that Mo Yu not only didn't explain, but also looked at himself like this, and couldn't help but snort coldly and said, "Boy, who is your master?"

Mo Yu let out a nonchalant "ah", still intently playing with his sword, and did not answer.

The old man waited for a while, and when he saw that he did not answer, his face became more and more ugly.

"You also use swords, but have you heard your master talk about the 'Three Musketeers of the Central Plains'?"

"Haven't heard of it. "His master is Mo Yan, and he has never heard his eldest brother mention it.

"I guess you haven't heard of it either, let me tell you about this junior who doesn't know the height of the sky. One is 'One Sword Pingjianghu' Molong, the other is 'Jiangnan Only One Sword' Wang Qingsong, and the other is Yunnan Dali's 'One Sword Immortal' Insulating Master. By the way, your surname is also Mo, what is your relationship with Molong?"

The first time Mo Yu heard someone mention his father's nickname back then, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. When he was very young, his father ran away from home, and at that time, whenever he mentioned his father, his mother would be angry, and sometimes he would be beaten, and over time, no one would mention it again, so he knew very little about his father.

Although his martial arts were taught by his eldest brother, most of his eldest brother's martial arts were taught by his father, no wonder his eldest brother's martial arts were so good, it turned out that his father was such a good person.

Although Mo Yu was in a surging mood in his heart, he still remained silent, and laughed: "There are thousands of people with the surname Mo in the world, do I have to have something to do with them?"

"I was still thinking, if you are the descendant of Molong, I can still spare you this time in Molong's face, after all, he is the head of the 'Three Musketeers of the Central Plains'. ”

Mo Yu said, "No need." But I was thinking in my heart: Okay, for the sake of your father's old man, if you don't spare me today, I will spare you.