"Smoke and dust!"

Zhao Jin screamed miserably, directly turned into a tongue of fire, and rushed wildly towards the location where the smoke and dust fell. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Poof!"

Zhao Jin, who flew away, crashed straight into the spear chief who suddenly appeared, and the tongue of fire turned into a human form, only to see Zhao Jin being pierced through the chest by the spear and held high in the air.

Touch!

The eldest grandson Wuji swung his spear and threw Zhao Jin out, smashed it on the trunk of a towering giant tree, and fell to the ground.

"Soot ......"

Zhao Jin jumped up from the ground and shouted, "What are you doing in a daze? Shoot! Kill!"

"Draw your sword and slash the sky!"

Mo Shaoli let out a loud shout, and the vast and fierce blood-colored sword light slashed towards the eldest grandson Wuji.

Eldest Sun Wuji's eyes suddenly turned red, his legs were slightly bent and he stood firmly, his hands clenched the spear, and the red tassel of the spear turned into a red light and shadow.

The white spear shadow collided with the blood-colored sword light, and I saw that Mo Shaoli's sword light with all his strength was crushed and decomposed by the spear shadow like ice and snow melting.

Eldest Sun Wuji didn't use the true element, just the grade of pure marksmanship and physical strength to crack Mo Shaoli's kendo attack!

The two Yuan Chenyi suddenly showed their figures, and swung their swords from two different directions on the left and right to slash at the eldest grandson Wuji. The position of the sword light slashing was very tricky, not the Zifu that had lost its defense, but the arms holding the gun.

Eldest Sun Wuji's figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, and he actually jumped up with the sword light on the left, stabbed out with a shot, and accurately killed Yuan Chenyi's forehead.

Burst!

Yuan Chenyi and the Heavenly Demon Refining Divine Ding under his feet turned into a puff of demonic mist, blending into the trunk behind him and disappearing.

The eldest grandson Wuji didn't care about the sword wound on his body at all, and his body fell forward and rolled, dodging the Futu Qianzhang Monument that Mo Shaoli controlled and smashed. His feet glared fiercely at a big tree, sticking to the ground, swimming towards Mo Shaoli at an incredibly fast speed like a spiritual snake.

It's so terrifying to lose the true element!

Mo Shaoli suddenly panicked, his body subconsciously retreated, and exclaimed: "Senior Sister Nianshuang, save me!"

"Bang!"

The eldest grandson Wuji's spear collided fiercely with Mo Shaoli's Biyan Qilin Armor.

The eldest grandson Wuji took advantage of the situation to stabilize his body.

Mo Shaoli felt as if he had been hit by a mountain made of gold and iron, and he was knocked upside down by a huge force and flew out. The true yuan of the whole body was shocked, the mana was out of control, and the divine power of the wood realm collapsed instantly, and Yuan Chenyi, Wu Ma Nianshuang, and Ling who were hidden in the shadows all appeared.

"Dingding......

Mo Shaoli, who was flying upside down, suddenly found that the eldest grandson Wuji suddenly disappeared from his eyes, and then there was a huge impact behind him.

The spear was pointed out in the same position as the Biyan Qilin Armor.

The true essence of the eldest grandson Wuji has been restored!

The idea popped into everyone's minds at the same time.

Wu Ma recited the double pinch trick to activate the trap formation.

As soon as the formation was formed, I saw that the Biyan Qilin Armor on Mo Shaoli's body had lost its blood qi and contracted gloomily. The tip of the white spear slowly pierced through his chest.

The red tassels with blood pierced out.

Little by little, the barrel of the gun penetrated outward.

"Ahh

The hideous face of the eldest grandson Wuji suddenly let out a miserable scream in his mouth, raised his left hand that was about to slap the back of Mo Shaoli's head, and paused in mid-air...... Slowly drooping weakly.

"Phew!"

"Stupid!"

Mo Shaoli lowered his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and walked forward step by step, pulling his body out of the spear.

Holding the barrel of the spear with his backhand, he pulled the body of the eldest grandson Wuji in front of him with a vigorous pull, tore off the spear that was still tightly held in his hand, and skillfully stroked it with his right hand, and took away all the two storage rings on the fingers of the eldest grandson Wuji.

The mana drummed up, and he put the corpse and the white spear into his storage ring.

His body changed suddenly, turning into a Biyan Qilin, staring at Yuan Chenyi, who was about to move, and asked, "Do you want to try my new killing supernatural power?"

Yuan Chenyi, who was already holding his sword and preparing to make a move, suddenly hesitated.

Mo Shaoli was pierced by a shot, but the wound deviated from the heart and dantian, and the internal organs were damaged at this time, but the impact on combat power was not too great.

Yuan Chenyi still couldn't figure out how Mo Shaoli killed the eldest grandson Wuji quietly, and then looked closely, only to see that Mo Shaoli's wound was healed almost instantly after incarnating into Biyan Qilin.

Yuan Chenyi became vigilant violently, his body turned into a rolling demonic qi, and he hid in the Heavenly Demon Refining God Ding.

"Senior sister help me stop ......"

The Heavenly Demon Refining God Ding flew up, straight past the barrier of the trapped formation, and rushed into the sky and disappeared.

Mo Shaoli turned into a human form, shook his head in disappointment, and said, "It's a pity, I can only get rid of this scourge by a while." ”

A faint shadow that was almost invisible, and even undetectable by the detection of divine powers, flew back in front of Mo Shaoli, burrowed into the dumb door above his head and disappeared.

The hidden ability of the Soul Eater cultivated by the Soul Eater of Resentful Soul is indeed very strong, but it is a pity that the high-level monks are also sensitive to the perception of danger, even if they can't detect the specific location, when they get close, the monk Yuan Shen will still have a danger omen.

Mo Shaoli was able to kill Changsun Wuji with this, firstly, because the two of them were too close and lacked reaction time, but because Changsun Wuji's magic weapon to defend against the Purple Mansion was shot down, and there was no emergency means of defense, and thirdly, Changsun Wuji recovered his true yuan, and he could kill the opponent at a glance and lose his vigilance.

There are only three reasons, as long as one is missing, Mo Shaoli will definitely succeed, in that case, he will be the one who dies.

Mo Shaoli gambled his life once.

Luckily, he won the bet.

......

"Soot...... Soot ......"

Wu Ma Nianshuang withdrew from the trapped array and began to recover the materials for the array, especially the three "Wood God Eclipse" that failed to come in handy, which were very precious poisons. Maybe you can use it again in the future.

Mo Shaoli sat down from the same place, recovered the combat attrition, and ran the "Five Fortunes Daozang" to treat the injuries left by a shot in his lungs.

The summit of Zhongjingshan fell into tranquility again.

Only Zhao Jin's low and mournful call holding the corpse of smoke and dust.

Even if the smoke and dust were pierced through the dantian, he was also hit in the back of the head by the eldest grandson Wuji. With the terrifying physical strength of the Desolate Ancient Battle Body, even if he was a strong man in the Heavenly Mirror, his entire brain must have been turned into paste, and there was absolutely no possibility of survival.

Everyone could see that Yanchen was already dead after he attacked Eldest Sun Wuji, and he simply stood in place and waited for Eldest Sun Wuji to kill her.

In other words, Yanchen has long been dead, and the reason why he has been smiling and living is to drag his eldest grandson Wuji to die together.

Because of love?

Because of hate?

There is no way to know these things, perhaps, except for Zhao Jin, no one will be willing to spend more time dying to investigate.

Only Zhao Jin's grief-stricken whimpering cries remained on the top of the mountain.

Wu Ma Nianshuang and Mo Shaoli were unaware of it, as if they were not seen, and they were doing their own things. Zhao Jin has an innate Dao body, cultivated in the Earth Wheel Realm, refined a certain innate flame, is an alchemist, and knows poison. Mo Shaoli and Wu Ma Nianshuang would definitely pay attention to it before, but now...... They only have contempt for Zhao Jin.

Stupidity is no longer enough to describe.

It is impossible to verify whether Yanchen's life experience is really as tragic as Zhao Jin said, but Yanchen is crazy in the land of lawlessness to supplement male cultivation to improve his cultivation is what Mo Shaoli has seen with his own eyes.

For such a woman, I feel disgusting when I look at it, how can normal people not talk about love, even intimate contact will feel uncomfortable, right?

Zhao Jin can basically be classified as an abnormal person.

However, Zhao Jin is a big man, and he is still a soldier in the battlefield, and the sound of crying is really annoying.

Mo Shaoli couldn't continue to sit down anymore after recovering from his injuries, and got up and walked to Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin was also pierced through the lungs by the spear of the eldest grandson Wuji, and the wound was still bleeding at this time, but he seemed to be unaware of his injuries, hugging the corpse of smoke and dust, calling one after another, as if he still didn't believe what was happening in front of him.

Or maybe Yanchen's death was completely beyond Zhao Jin's expectations.

Mo Shaoli wanted to pretend to comfort him and persuade him to leave, but seeing that the other party was in such a state, he didn't know where to open his mouth for a while, stood in place, and said after thinking for a long time:

"Smoke and dust carry too much love and hate, carry too much pain, maybe only death is the only relief, she obviously had a certain heart before she did it. ”

"You don't know what the eldest grandson family has done to her, you don't know how painful the smoke is, you don't know how deep her hatred is. Zhao Jin stretched out his hand and gently swept over Yanchen's cheek, smoothing the expression on her face with a miserable smile, and said: "But I know, I know everything, Yanchen is dead, that's because she thinks there is no hope for revenge in this life." Since I bear the pain, then I will inherit all the hatred. ”

Mo Shaoli exclaimed: "Brother Zhao, you ......"

Zhao Jin's fingertips flickered, and he cut off a strand of hair from the head of the smoke and dust, and his fingers turned into a piece of light and shadow, and when he saw it clearly, the strand of hair had been knotted into a small puppet.

Zhao Jin put the puppet into his arms and collected it closely, stood up, pinched a magic seal with both hands, and the raging flames wrapped the body of smoke and dust and burned it.

The air rises into the air and goes away.

Mo Shaoli saw Zhao Jin leave, sighed, and then frowned.

At the beginning of the battle, he used his detection powers to discover that there were five young soldiers from 3,000 miles away, and they were watching the battle here with a magic weapon similar to a speculum. Originally, I thought it was just to watch the excitement, but immediately after Zhao Jin left, someone couldn't hold it back, and the momentum came.

The person who came was sturdy, two meters tall, wearing black armor, holding a black Heavenly Blade, and his blood and qi were surging when he fled, and he knew at a glance that he was an authentic body refining cultivator.

However, the mark on this person's chest indicates that he is the Holy Son of Futu of the 065th Legion.

The 065th Legion is stationed in the same theater as the 079th Legion of the Eldest Sun Wuji, which explains why this person is here.

Mo Shaoli was very strange, since the battle was over, did the other party still come to do it? Did he think that he had the opportunity to do the thing of the yellow finch catching the cicada?

The strong body cultivation landed, and just about to speak, he found that Mo Shaoli held the Futu Qianzhang Monument in his hand, put his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes, and looked himself up and down.

"Mo ......"

As soon as Tixiu spoke, Mo Shaoli suddenly waved his hand, so frightened that he swallowed back the last half of the words.

"Are you the helper invited by the eldest grandson Wuji?"

Mo Shaoli's words are complete nonsense, with the character of the eldest grandson Wuji, he will never ask for a helper for this kind of thing, and with the popularity of the eldest grandson Wuji in the military department, he will not be able to ask for a helper.

The sturdy body cultivator opened his mouth and said, "I am ......"

Mo Shaoli preemptively asked, "Are you a peerless hegemon?"

"So what?" "My name is Ge Hongjun, leading the Second Futu Holy Son of the Sixth and Fifth Legions, and I am ordered to go to ......"

Mo Shaoli waved his hand, pointed in the direction, and said, "Don't play those imaginary things, I know that you have been peeking at the battlefield with magic weapons from three thousand miles away." There are five people in the group, and you are the only one who has come, if my expectations are good, the eldest grandson Wuji has the treasures you need, right?"

Ge Hongjun was a little vigilant about the transition, and was frightened by Mo Shaoli's movement of waving his hand, and the Heavenly Blade in his hand was almost about to make a move. Hearing Mo Shaoli's words, his face suddenly changed, and he asked, "How do you know?"

"Hmph!" Mo Shaoli said: "It doesn't matter how I know, the important thing is that you want to rob me of something, right?"

Ge Hongjun realized that something was wrong, and shouted angrily: "Mo Shaoli, I, Ge Hongjun, was ordered to go to Yinghai to carry out a mission, passing through Zhongjingshan, and happened to bump into your sneak attack and kill the eldest grandson Wuji Holy Son, I will report this matter to the Sun King and ask him to decide." ”

Mo Shaoli nodded and said, "Then it's better to leave or not." ”

Ge Hongjun said again: "This is a big crime. ”

Mo Shaoli said: "I know, don't worry about Ge Shengzi. ”

Ge Hongjun is obviously a person who is not good at words, and his mind is not particularly bright, Mo Shaoli's attitude makes him unable to find the words to deal with it all of a sudden. His face turned red, he was angry, he screamed, and he directly swung his knife and slashed at Mo Shaoli.