A man shrouded in a black cloak followed behind the shadow and walked towards Mo Changli, without a sound, even the shadow was so empty that it was almost invisible, he was like a ghost walking in the world.

The ghost's hands spread, and a black shadow pierced the wind and struck towards Mo Changli, bringing up countless dead leaves.

"Wow!" Mo Changli moved three inches to the left, the bow was gently pulled, and the three qi blades went straight towards the ghost.

The hands can only be described as miserable white, as white as snow in Sanjiu, gently grabbed the three fluttering dead leaves, raised his hand and shot out. There was a faint, barely audible sound, and the three leaves were sliced open, the incision as smooth as a sharp blade.

The three leaves also changed the trajectory of the air blade, and the three air blades were bounced onto the black lacquer pillar covered with cobwebs, and with a "click" sound, the pillar that one person could not hold together was broken, and the entire eaves were also crumbling, and the glazed green tiles slid down.

The sound of breaking wind came, and a blood-red whip was like a spiritual snake, spitting out snake letters, and swept towards Mo Changli.

Mo Changli is not easy to match, one leans back, dodges this "sweeping thousands of troops", turns around and stands, his wrist flicks, the bow twitches, and the blade of the sky slashes towards the shadow ghost like snowflakes.

The blood-red whip of the shadow is like a dragon going out to sea, tossing up and down, it is clearly a soft weapon, but it uses the path of the judge's pen, the cloud gun, the thunder gong, and the broken door knife.

The long whip is soft and stiff, or like a silver snake out of a hole, or like King Kong descending to earth, a radius of a few zhang is not leaking under the shroud of the whip shadow.

The ghost swiped his hands, and the dead leaves all over the ground drifted off the ground, revolving around the ghost like stars and moons, protecting him tightly in the middle.

The four major killers of Biluo Huangquan have their own merits, Gu Lan is good at facing the enemy head-on, Shadow is good at poisoning and charming, and the ghost is used to secretly attacking and killing, and the path has always been indestructible. In that Yellow Spring, every killing venerable is a god of death who harvests human lives.

At the end of the song "Drunk and Happy", Mo Changli stood by the strings, staring ahead with a pair of empty eyes.

Lang Ying carried the whip, pulled up the hair that had been put down, and said with a smile: "Old man Mo is really old and strong, and the little woman admires it! But if the old man sees the little woman's baby snake, can he have the freedom at this moment?"

The "hissing" sound in the grass became louder and louder, and hundreds of colorful snakes wriggled their bodies towards Mo Changli. Mo Changli held his breath and concentrated, and the erhu that had stopped sounded again, this time it was no longer the bleak and sad "Drunk and Happy", but replaced with a murderous song "Sky Break".

Heavy qi blades slashed out, those wriggling snakes had already broken into several pieces before Mo Changli got close, and the shadow's hand shook, and the long whip had already rolled towards the top of Mo Changli's head with the sound of the wind, only to hear a series of clanging sounds, and the blood-red whip had already split dozens of qi blades.

When the whip reached her hand, it seemed to suddenly become alive, and it also had eyes, moving up and down, the sound of the erhu gradually became a little messy, and the force of the qi blade was much smaller.

Mo Changli's body suddenly moved, and the song "Sky Breaking" came to an abrupt end, only to see him fly and sweep towards the shadow.

This kick swept out, although it was a move that swept thousands of troops in ordinary times, but the strength and momentum were really incomparable!

The shadow laughed endlessly, the whip spun more sharply, and her people suddenly flew into the sky. Before Mo Changli could close his body, a white palm had already slapped over, and the palm without a little blood was hidden in the black robe, which was particularly dazzling.

That palm was too fast, ordinary people only saw that the palm was divided into two and four in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into thousands, and in a breath, those dense palms were imprinted on Mo Changli's body.

The lonely old man slammed to the ground with a "bang", and the hard floor was smashed into dense cracks. Phantom, his body is so fast that he can attack seventy-two palms in just one breath, and he lives up to his ghostly name.

"Phantom, how can you be so rude to the old man?" The charming voice came again, and the bright red dress slowly fell to Mo Changli's side.

Mo Changli spilled blood from his mouth and nose, struggling to get up, and with his backhand, the old erhu that had been with him for many years was smashed to pieces. The lonely blind old man didn't say a word, secretly condensed his internal strength, and slapped the shadow next to him with one palm.

Before the palm of his hand arrived, a red light had already shot out, tightly wrapping around Mo Changli's upper body, making him unable to move his arms. The whip of the shadow is different from the ordinary whip, the blood-red whip is inlaid with countless barbs, and if it is drawn on a person, it can drag a piece of flesh alive.

Shadow smiled and tightened his whip, the blind old man's arms and backs were already bloody in just a moment, and his tattered clothes seemed to be splashed with a bucket of red dye, and the blood of the shredded flesh was stained all over the robe.

"The little woman suddenly forgot, you are an old man, you shouldn't have done this to you, you won't blame me, right?"

After speaking, the shadow hand was raised, and the blood-red whip covered with barbs was taken back, and Mo Changli was also thrown out and fell to the ground again.

The blind old man didn't snort the whole time, as if in despair, he lay on his back on the ground piled with fallen leaves, gasping for breath, and his throat made a "whirring" sound like a bellows.

"Although our four gentlemen in Shu are not heroes, they have never had a grudge against others, why?" Mo Changli asked almost with the last strength of his body, and after speaking, his breathing gradually slowed down, almost stopping.

Lang Ying walked to Mo Changli's side with seductive steps, and the foot wearing red embroidered shoes stepped on Mo Changli's flesh and blood chest mercilessly, and said with a smile: "The strong are qualified to dominate the life and death of others, if you want to ask the reason, it can only be said that the four gentlemen in Shu are too weak, and they can only be reduced to a chess piece in the hands of the strong." ”

"Hahaha......" Mo Changli didn't know whether it was pain or despair, he opened his mouth wide and smiled unscrupulously, "What did the four of us brothers do? What did we do wrong? We have become pawns in which others control life and death!"

"Today's words seem to be a bit too much!Old Man Mo, farewell!" The jade hand glowing red with a dignified murderous aura slapped towards Mo Changli Tianlinggai.

Billions of ghosts and demons circulated in the palm of her fingers, and she could vaguely hear the ghosts crying, and a river of blood flowed quietly.

In the June of Auge, the dazzling sun shone so that people couldn't open their eyes, Mo Changli felt the awe-inspiring murderous aura on his forehead, and sighed in despair in his heart, even if it was a chess piece, he couldn't become the one who decided the outcome of the game, this is the fate of the weak.

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Jiuyao Mountain, Yizhou, here is the main hall of the Star and Moon League, the main peak stands tall and tall, the four seasons are eternal, enlightening all things, and the eight peaks are like the stars arching and guarding, each according to one side. The sea of clouds is churning, covering the pine and strange rocks, flying turbulent waterfalls, and the Milky Way hangs upside down for nine days.

A winding stone road leads straight to the main peak of Jiuyao, the palace is heavy, ethereal clouds, like the heavenly fairy pavilion, several suspicions that this place is not human.

In the Hall of Stars, a black-clothed man wearing a grimace mask sat on a stone chair made of Star Ink Stone, and below him knelt Su Mo, the leader of the Star Moon Alliance.

The mysterious man wearing a grimace mask was quietly playing with a blue and white porcelain cup without saying a word, but the aura of forest on his body made Su Mo sweat.

"Lord, master, Su Yuan's mandala flower ......" Su Mo is the leader of the Star and Moon Alliance, and he is also a voice in the rivers and lakes, but now kneeling in front of the mysterious person is like a lamb to the slaughter.

There was not the slightest surprise in the mysterious man's exposed eyes, his hand was raised slightly, and the tea in the blue and white porcelain cup turned into a water arrow and shot towards Su Mo.

I don't know if Su Mo can't dodge or doesn't dare to dodge at all, the water arrow shot straight into his chest, only to hear the sound of "bang", Su Mo was knocked away by a small water arrow, and hit a small sandalwood case, and the small case was smashed in an instant.

Su Mo's throat was sweet, he spit out two mouthfuls of blood, knelt in front of the grimace mysterious person, and kowtowed heavily, knocking the floor with a "knock" sound. "Thank you for the grace of the master not to kill! The little one will saddle up before and after the horse, and never give up!"

The grimace mystery man got up and walked in front of Su Mo, bent down, stretched out a hand that was a little more beautiful than the woman, patted Su Mo's face, and said unhurriedly: "You seem to be getting more and more careless about doing things recently! You missed by letting you compete for the eight-tone treasure box, Hanshan Temple let you take advantage of the chaos to end Xia Xuehan, you missed again, let you instigate Mu Yanping to kill Xia Xuehan, you still missed, and even a few flowers under your jurisdiction You have to make mistakes." Do you really think I'm not going to kill you?"

"Master, the villain knows that he is wrong, the villain deserves to die, beg the master to give his subordinates another chance, the little one must live up to his mission!" Su Mo understood how terrible the man in front of him was, he could control the life and death of tens of millions of people with a raise of his hand. Even though his forehead was already bleeding profusely, he didn't dare to look up at the grimace mystery man, who was prostrating himself vigorously there.

The grimace mysterious man looked at Su Mo's face full of blood, turned his head in disgust, and said coldly: "Xia Xuehan is just a stumbling block in my hands in the world, you have frequently lost in his hands, do I dare to leave the matter to you?"

After saying that, he flicked his long sleeves and was about to leave, Su Mo was anxious, crawled to the feet of the grimace mysterious man, hugged his legs, and begged: "Master, please give me another chance!" Mu Yanping and his son have been settled in Qingcheng Mountain by me, and now his only daughter Mu Yuhan is in the house, with these few people around, it will be much easier to deal with Xia Xuehan. Do you see if you can offset a mistake, this year's antidote ......"

"Hehehe, for the sake of his own little ugly selfishness, even his old friends for decades did not hesitate to betray him, and no one would be at ease to raise such a dog by his side!" The grimace mysterious man's eyes were full of sarcasm at the moment.

"Rest assured, owner, I will definitely be an obedient dog. As for my friend, it's just to squeeze what I need from him endlessly, and when one day I'm squeezed dry, there will be no need for him to exist!" Su Mo was still holding the mysterious man's legs, his eyes were a little eager.

The grimace mysterious man looked at him with a more complicated and decisive look, and chuckled: "Insightful, ruthless enough, if you are given enough capital, you may become a hero." ”

This book was first published in Reading Book Worm