Mo Wei has a cold temperament and a face as frosty as ice. He is simply a person who cannot eat the fireworks of the world and is like an immortal.

However, after many days of continuous running for his life, his originally white robe became dirty and stained with large areas of blood. It looked gaudy and not much different from a refugee fleeing famine. It was impossible to tell that this white robe

In fact, he is a skilled craftsman and has put in many years of hard work, which can be said to be priceless.

In addition, as soon as the hairpin was removed, the hair, which had not been taken care of for many days, was mixed with sweat and blood, and strands were scattered on the face, making him look more like a wild man in the mountains.

But although the appearance is not worth mentioning, Mo Wei's Kung Fu is real. To say that this sword fighting is the most basic foundation in the martial arts world. It is just a combination of moves, proficiency and physical strength. No matter how good you practice,

That is, a low-level thug.

But with the inner strength and the use of true energy, the sword becomes more than just a sword. Mo Wei, with disheveled hair like a savage, moves with careful and agile steps, and every move is in the style of everyone. When the sword dances, it is full of wind.

Jin Qing acted like a test, casually picked up a huge boulder next to him that was nearly a person tall and could be hugged by two people, and threw it at Mo Wei.

Sadiq imitated the clucking on the side and wondered why he thought it was no exaggeration for his master to be able to lift this stone.

But Mo Wei didn't seem to be afraid of the boulder. He raised his sword and with an invisible sword energy, he directly divided the boulder into four pieces. The cuts were smooth and delicate, making it difficult for machines to do anything.

And his pace towards Jin Qing and the two of them was not slowed down or restrained at all.

For a moment, Jin Qing and Sadiq nodded slightly at the same time.

Seeing Mo Wei approaching, Jin Qing was extremely calm and pulled Sadiq back a few steps. He did not fight or evade.

To be honest, Mo Wei was extremely confident in his magical sword. Seeing the two of them being so calm, he felt a little confused. Although this woman had good speed and strength, the sword energy could not grow even a blade of grass. Could she be?

Steel bars and iron bones are useless

But thinking in his heart, his hand did not slow down, and he danced the soft sword and attacked the two people like a poisonous snake.

"Boom"

With a loud noise, Mo Wei was instantly blown up like coke and fell heavily to the ground.

I think that he, a genius of his generation, died in such a depressing way

Sadiq looked at Jin Qing and said nothing during the day.

"Do you like the formation?" Jin Qing pointed to the few small stones on the ground that she had just moved. It seemed that the formations she had learned in her previous life were not in vain.

Sadiq "likes" it. Now if he says he doesn't like it, will he end up like this person?

Jin Qing looked at Sadiq and said very harshly, "I won't teach you."

Sadiq: "Oh" if he says he doesn't want to learn, will his master beat him to death?

Afterwards, Sadiq looked at Mo Wei, who had turned into charcoal on the ground, with emotion. He was so pitiful.

Instructing Sadiq to dig a hole in the ground, Jin Qing threw the bodies of Bai Shihui and Mo Wei into the pit, and then set a fire in the hole, burning both of them clean at the same time.

From then on, Bai Shihui and Mo Wei no longer existed in the world.
Chapter completed!