When Mo Shaoli heard the roar, his heart lit up, and his body rolled and hid behind the corpse that had just fallen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sure enough, the rushing horned duck tried his best to stop his steps, and he could stop in front of the corpse.

At this time, Mo Shaoli seized the opportunity, jumped high from behind the corpse, landed on the back of Jiao Qi, bent his legs slightly to maintain balance, and did not look at what position it was, he stabbed down with a sword, and at the same time, the center of gravity of his body sank downward, and the Daoless sword was without a hilt.

"Cry!

The horned duck let out two angry howls, and the cry was sad and painful, jumping hard, trying to shake Mo Shaoli off.

Mo Shaoli gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and his body fell down with the jump of the horn, sticking to its back.

Seeing this, Wang Zhiyi and the other three body refiners took action one after another, outflanking them from the front and back, left and right, holding their blades, looking for an opportunity to attack. Wang Zhiyi's dragon slaying blade handle is five feet long, and the blade is three feet long. At this time, the long-handled weapon gave full play to its advantages, and soon found an opportunity, and with a fierce swing of the knife, the entire blade was cut into the flesh.

The Horned Demon Clan was in pain, turned around sharply, stared at his round eyes, and rushed towards Wang Zhiyi angrily.

As soon as Wang Zhiyi succeeded, he immediately withdrew his knife and retreated, widening the distance between the two sides.

Mo Shaoli took the opportunity to stand up, pulled out the Daoless sword, and struck out again like lightning, and another sword stabbed into the back of Jiao Yu.

"Cry!"

The horned duck threw up his head and roared.

Seeing that their fellow clan was on the verge of death in battle, the human monks who had escaped from the siege rushed to their feet.

Wang Zhiyi, who was just about to form an encirclement, and the four of them dispersed alertly when they saw this.

Mo Shaoli seized the opportunity, pulled out the Wudao sword, lightly totoed, jumped forward two steps, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pierced the neck of Jiao Yu with a sword, and the arms were violently exerted, and the Wudao sword was without a hilt.

Draw your sword.

Jumping in the air and landing lightly.

Blood gushed out from the neck of the horned fish, forming a column of blood.

Rumble!

After Mo Shaoli landed, his body moved sideways, dodging the horns that came from the collision.

Seeing this, Wang Zhiyi took three other monks with swords to outflank and surround this horned turtle, and at the same time, the other three human monks chased after the other horned eagle, and several attacks made him have to give up the collision with Mo Shaoli.

"Whew!"

Seeing this, Mo Shaoli let out a sigh of relief, his eyes wandered around the battlefield, and found that nearly a hundred human monks had died in a short period of time. Seeing that a horn who was originally under the Fushun Army was facing a horn with a cultivation of about the tenth order, he was already a little overwhelmed. Just as he was about to step forward to help, he was close, and Wang Zhiyi faced a horned monk but accidentally landed, and was successfully attacked from behind by a horned horn that suddenly burst out, and the sharp horns pierced the head, half of the head was cracked, and the breath was completely cut off before he could make a sound.

Mo Shaoli saw that his heart was cold, and he subconsciously looked around vigilantly, and then he heard a howl of strength. Turning his head to look, he saw that the subordinate of the former Fu Shun Army, who was just about to step forward to help, was actually hit, and his heart was pierced by one, but he did not die immediately, he opened his mouth and shouted desperately, and blood foam continued to spurt out of his mouth.

", that's wrong!"

Mo Shaoli woke up violently, looked around the battlefield again, and immediately found that there were more than 20 corpses on the battlefield after a little inventory, but the number of horned ducks had increased instead of decreasing, and it had reached about one hundred and fifty.

"There's a sneak attack! Everyone, be careful, don't go!"

Mo Shaoli roared, but he happened to see Wang Zhengyi being forced to retreat by the horns he was facing, and he couldn't resist it, so he immediately raised his sword and rushed forward.

"Boss?"

"Go up the plank road, beware of sneak attacks!"

The first cut in the sky!

Second Slash!

The third chop!

When!when!

Mo Shaoli rushed forward, and slashed out three swords in a row, all of which were blocked by the horns with horns, and the speed of the three swords was extremely fast, all of them were cut at one point, and the last sword directly cut out a hole in the metal horns.

This horn was obviously touched by Mo Shao, who was covered in blood, and slowly retreated backwards.

"These two brothers, withdraw to the official road to fight!"

"Boss, let's go!"

Wang Zhiyi was reminded by Mo Shaoli, took advantage of the gap to observe the battlefield, and also found the problem, and after greeting him, he walked side by side with Mo Shaoli, and rushed to the official road.

There are many slightly lower-cultivated, smaller horned horns that use the discoloration ability of their skin to hide in the grass and trees, waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack, and most of the monks are killed by sneak attacks. There is no vegetation on the official road, and there is no hiding place, so that sneak attacks can be avoided.

"Everybody goes up the boardwalk to fight. ”

"There's a sneak attack!"

......

The shouts of Mo Shaoli and Wang Zhiyi quickly attracted the attention of the others, and they all shifted and ran onto the plank road, but at the same time, they also attracted the attention of several powerful horns. Two of them left behind the fighting humans and rushed towards them.

"Boss, one person, one head?"

"You resist first, don't fight hard. ”

After Mo Shaoli finished speaking, he quickly distanced himself from Wang Zhiyi, turned around and ran along the plank road.

When he pulled away for a distance, his footsteps suddenly paused, his legs bent slightly, bounced two sevens, and rolled in the air, just landing on the back of the horned demon clan who was chasing after him.

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword pointing downward, bending over and bending the knees, it was very fiercely blind, and the body sank, and the blade of the sword pierced straight into the back of the horn.

Drawing his sword, bouncing, his body spinning sideways in the air, the tip of the sword swept through, leaving several wounds on the back of the frantically bouncing horn.

After landing on the ground, he slapped his right palm on the ground and stood up straight from the ground.

Jiao Yu turned around, raised his foot and kicked towards Mo Shaoli.

Mo Shaoli moved his body sideways, and he could dodge his hooves, and the lightning-like elementary of the Dao Sword cut a three-inch-long hole in Jiao Yu's thigh.

"Human, die!"

Jiao Yu was in pain, roared angrily, and buried his head in Mo Shaoli.

Mo Shaoli jumped up, and another sword slashed at Jiao Yu's buttocks.

The colliding horn rushed forward for a distance, widening the distance between the two, his fist-sized eyes were already bloodshot, and he gasped for breath. As the blood continued to flow outward, it was already a little weak.

Mo Shaoli squinted at Wang Zhiyi, he was forced to dodge left and right constantly by a four-meter-tall horned man, and there was no room for parry at all. His eyes suddenly became cold, and he clenched the Daoless Sword and took the initiative to launch a frontal charge against the horns in front of him.

"Cry!"

The horned duck roared angrily, and his limbs exerted force, like a mountain, with a heavy and rapid sound of stepping on the ground, and crashed into Mo Shaoli.

Seeing that they were about to collide together, Mo Shaoli, who was running, suddenly bent his legs, leaned back, and slid along the ground with the help of the inertia of rushing forward. Holding the hilt of the sword with one hand and holding the fitness with the other, he slashed under the horned body.

Whoa!

Touch!

The sword directly cut open the abdomen of the horned fish, and the internal organs flowed out of the abdomen with blood, and with a bang, he fell to the ground and died.

Mo Shaoli touched the dust and blood splashed on his face, and rushed to the other horn that was frantically attacking Wang Zhiyi.

"Click!"

Mo Shaoli cut in at the right time, just in time to sneak attack from the side of Jiao Yu, and slashed down with a sword, straight into the calf bone.

"Cry!

The horn sneered, jumped on three legs, turned his head, and couldn't help but show a look of panic in his eyes after seeing the sneak attacker, and then looked at the battlefield just now, another race had been brutally killed.

"Humans, do not resist, you are destined to die here today. ”

The horned head seemed to be much more useful, limping, and slowly retreated vigilantly and threatenedly.

Mo Shaoli would not fall for this kind of low-level delaying tactics, and quickly moved forward with his sword.

Wang Zhiyi, who was almost killed, relieved himself and saw that this horned man had his back to him, and kept retreating backwards. Lifting the dragon slashing blade, jumping slightly, unceremoniously stabbed the chrysanthemum into the horn, twisted the wrist, the dragon slashing blade stirred, kicked the legs on the buttocks of the horn, pulled the knife with the help of the force, and the figure leaped to the ground.

Jiao Yu turned around and roared at Wang Zhiyi.

"Cry!"

"Cry!"

At the same time, a louder roar sounded from the distant mountains and forests.

Mo Shaoli went to look for prestige, only to see a giant horned body with a height of two feet slowly walking down from the distant mountain.

The horns of the battlefield suddenly became like chicken blood, frantically attacking the human monks in front of them.

"Earthwheel!"

"Earthwheel!"

"Run!"

......

On the other hand, many of the human monks were suddenly frightened and tried to flee for their lives, but they were chased to death by the horns, and they couldn't escape at all, and they were flustered, and several people were killed in a few breaths.

"Kill!"

Mo Shaoli let out a low shout, jumped up with his sword, and slashed at the horn in front of him.