Chapter 171: Chickens and dogs are not left

"Do you really want to die?" Mo Yuanji's voice was cold to the bone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhao Haochen raised his head, shook his head and said, "It's not that we have to die, it's that your faction is acting too domineering. If you don't agree and kill my 300 generals, your Litian Sword Sect is very majestic! Where do you put the face of the imperial court?"

"You ......" Mo Yuanji was speechless with anger, and when he breathed, Zhao Haochen had already moved.

In an instant, Zhao Haochen flashed in front of Mo Yuanji, the long sword in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath, and Sen Han's sword qi extinguished the heavens and the earth, and he was shrouded in it within ten steps of his body, and endless coercion burst out.

The martial artists behind Mo Yuanji retreated one after another, some of their steps slowed down, and after a slight hesitation, they were strangled in the sword shadows in the sky.

At the same time that Zhao Haochen moved, Mo Yuanji also moved, but his attack method was much simpler, and he slapped it down with a palm.

This palm is unremarkable, but only Zhao Haochen knows the power of it. But the heavy coercion was enough to crush the ordinary Desolate Yuan Realm martial cultivators, not to mention the power contained in this one.

Seeing that this palm is about to fall, once it really falls, it will definitely not be able to resist it. Immediately made a decision, twisted his wrist, and the long sword came out of his hand, and the sharp sword aura swirled around it, mercilessly attacking and killing Mo Yuanji's neck.

The neck and head are taboo in martial arts, if a person has no breath, or his head is destroyed, can he still live?

Mo Yuanji's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was awe-inspiring, but this sudden change made him a little unable to deal with it, and he never expected that Zhao Haochen would abandon his sword.

The sword is the soul of the sword cultivator, the sword is in the person, and the sword is dead.

I had never met such a sword cultivator in my life, and suddenly a sense of humiliation hit my heart, his body speed up, and the long sword that was out of his hand drove straight in, as if it was about to touch his throat in the next moment.

The distance is shortening infinitely, and the killing machine is getting closer and closer.

"Master!" The elders behind him were full of anxiety, it was too late to make a move at this moment, in their eyes, Mo Yuanji was already dead, and it was impossible for him to survive.

Just when they were anxious, several figures shuttled through the crowd, and in the blink of an eye, several more elders were killed, and the technique was so fierce that it was rare in ancient times.

"Third Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Brother, Sixth Senior Brother, Eighth Senior Brother!" the five elders burst into tears and roared, their voices grieving.

Mo Yuanji's throat could already feel the coldness of the tip of the sword, but in the surprise of everyone, his right hand quickly grabbed the attacking long sword, and his body was faster, at this time, he heard the hoarse and violent wail of the five elders, and with a glance of his eyes, he couldn't help but be shocked, and the four figures fell to the ground, and the blood on his neck was like a small river, gurgling and flowing.

His heart was shocked, and his steps towards him were a little vain, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Haochen's mouth, and his steps also accelerated, heading towards Mo Yuanji, and at the same time, his right hand pulled the belt around his waist, and the silent cold light wiped away Mo Yuanji's throat again.

The cold cold air became more and more terrifying, Mo Yuanji turned his head, his eyes were filled with blood red, and the impact of the sword made him suddenly startled, and he hurriedly stopped the trend of moving forward, wanting to retreat, but the momentum of the previous indomitable move was too strong.

"Poof!" forcibly used internal force to change the trajectory of his spiritual power, his throat was sweet, blood gushed up his throat, and his face was also red, but he swallowed it forcibly.

Once this mouthful of blood spits out, then this momentum is bound to disappear and drop to the lowest point, even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured, so he would rather bear a heavier backlash and forcibly swallow it.

His right hand was radiant, and he suddenly slashed down towards Zhao Haochen's long sword, and Zhao Haochen grazed his neck with a sword flower.

Yin Hong's blood was like an infusion, dripping from his neck, and there was also a hideous opening on his right hand, which was terrifying and eye-catching.

As soon as he stood still, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and the momentum suddenly disappeared, and the elder behind him stepped forward, and before he could take a step, Zhao Haochen's next wave of attacks arrived.

Zhao Haochen's mind shook, and thin steel needles flew out of his black hair and shot towards Mo Yuanji's direction.

Everyone was shocked and blocked one after another, Mo Yuanji saw that the steel needle was inserted into his arm, but he was powerless and couldn't move.

Fortunately, Zhao Haochen had gone through such a sharp attack before, one ring after another, his mental strength was already unbearable, when Mo Yuanji was fighting, he felt like he was fighting with the same mountain again, and the coercion made it difficult for him to move, and in the end, his hidden weapon attack was not accurate, but he still killed an elder by mistake.

Mo Yuanji looked at Zhao Haochen, his eyes were torn apart, his eyes were hazy with blood, after Zhao Haochen's sneak attack, he was already seriously injured, and he had to recuperate for a day or two before he could do it, otherwise he would definitely die.

Under the support of the elder, he slowly retreated towards the sect of the Litian Sword Sect of Jianyu Mountain, but the road up the mountain was not so smooth, and one or two fell from time to time, but they couldn't see where the enemy was, and they all became frightened birds.

The gate of the Litian Sword Sect slowly closed, and the mountain protection array started with a bang, and the whole sect entered a state of alert.

In the main hall, during the days of the retreat of the head of the sect, the great elder temporarily took charge of the sect, sat in the first place, looked at the empty seats below, and felt sad in his heart.

"Everyone, tell me, what is the solution?"

The Second Elder let out a long sigh, his brows shrouded in sorrow, "I really don't know where those assassins came from? ”

The few remaining people nodded in agreement.

"In my opinion, for this time, we can only confine the sect, rely on the protection of the mountain protection array, and persist until the head of the sect comes out, and we strive to ask the rest of the factions for help during this time, hoping to help. The Fifth Elder said.

The Seventh Elder shook his head slowly and said, "In my opinion, those sects on the rivers and lakes will hardly offend the imperial court for us, and the chances of this method are too slim. ”

The Great Elder and the Second Elder agreed, and the Fifth Elder did not refute either, how could he not know that this chance was slim, but as long as there was a slight chance, he would have to give it a try, wouldn't he?

"Perhaps, we can send someone to the Apocalypse to ask for help from the Pavilion, maybe there is still a chance to do this!" the Fifth Elder pondered.

"I often walk on the rivers and lakes, this line of life and death is to pull people over from the line of life and death, let you die three watches, you will never live without changing, I have never missed, and I am very famous in the rivers and lakes!"

If Zhao Haochen heard it, he didn't know if he would laugh stupidly.