Enduring the severe pain in his ribs, Wang Hui became furious.

If it weren't for the stainless steel sword he took advantage of, it would have been shattered by Li Ping'an.

If it weren't for his right arm, it was completely cut off by Li Ping'an's thunder sword.

How could he be injured now?

He had long ago nailed Han Mo, a handyman and bastard, to the ground with one strike of his sword.

Unlike now, not only could he not kill Han Mo, but he also injured him.

What a shame, what a shame!

Wang Hui gritted his teeth and almost went crazy.

Han Mo, you deserve to die!

Wang Hui's eyes flashed with fierceness, and the dagger in his hand flicked fiercely at Han Mo.

I don't know whether it was because he was too angry or because he was injured and lacked strength, but the castration with the dagger was not too violent.

Han Mo turned aside and easily dodged it.

But the moment Han Mo turned sideways, an extremely sinister smile appeared on Wang Hui's face.

He suddenly waved and threw an object towards Han Mo.

At the same time, he shouted, "Look at the sword!"

Han Mo's whole mind was attracted by the dagger from before. When he heard Wang Hui's loud shout, he subconsciously thought that another dagger was being thrown.

Without even thinking about it, Han Mo blocked the small wooden sword in his hand, trying to stop the object.

Poof!

Who knew that the object seemed to be a rag bag, and with the sound of the cloth tearing, it was pierced by a small wooden sword that was not sharp.

Wow!

Countless white smoke and dust fell one after another, covering Han Mo.

White smoke drifted into Han Mo's eyes, and Han Mo suddenly felt a sharp, burning pain in his heart, as if his eyeballs were about to be boiled and exploded.

hateful!

At this time, Han Mo finally came to his senses and realized what the white smoke was.

Quicklime powder!

Quicklime will generate a lot of heat when it comes into contact with water. Once it falls into people's eyes, it will burn the eyeballs and make people blind for a long time.

Some despicable martial arts people in the secular world like to use despicable means when traveling around the world and fighting with others.

Han Mo never dreamed that Wang Hui, as a monk, would be so shameless and use the despicable methods of worldly martial arts people.

not good!

Charming people's eyes is just a means, not the ultimate goal.

Since Wang Hui used such despicable tricks, his purpose must be to kill people.

Thinking of this, Han Mo felt an incomparable sense of crisis in his heart. The shadow of death enveloped him, and even the burning pain in his two eyeballs was temporarily suppressed.

Han Mo tried hard to open his eyes, but even if he used all his strength, he could only barely open them a little. Tears mixed with quicklime powder filled his eyes, and Han Mo could only see a vast expanse of white.

Can't see anything clearly.

At this moment, Han Mo suddenly heard something strange. There were subtle footsteps coming over quietly... from behind!

Han Mo was shocked and swung the small wooden sword back fiercely.

boom!

The wooden sword struck the person's body hard, and Han Mo heard Wang Hui let out a painful groan.

The small wooden sword hit Wang Hui!

Before Han Mo could be happy, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and a sharp dagger stabbed into his back.

Blood gurgled out, and Han Mo was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

His situation was very critical. If the dagger just moved three points higher, it would have stabbed into his heart. At that time, Han Mo would really be dead.

Han Mo secretly thought that he was lucky. If his small wooden sword hadn't happened to hit Wang Hui just now, Wang Hui suffered so much pain that he lost his accuracy. The dagger in his hand missed by three points. Han Mo would have died by now.

Died.

What a risk!

However, at this time, Han Mo's situation was still extremely critical.

His eyes were covered with quicklime powder and he could not see.

Coupled with the stabbing in his body, as the blood gurgled out, the energy in his body also continued to drain away.

At this moment, Han Mo had no power to resist at all.

Now, he is just a piece of fish on the chopping board.

Wang Hui smiled evilly and walked forward slowly, "Flying bitch, you're dead..."

As he said that, he raised the dagger in his hand and was about to stab him hard.

At the critical moment, just as Han Mo was about to die, a strong wind struck fiercely.

boom!

A pebble hit the dagger in Wang Hui's hand.

The dagger tilted, leaning against Han Mo, and stabbed into the ground fiercely.

Wang Hui was shocked and angry. He turned around and asked, "Who dares to ruin his good deeds?"

It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. At this look, Wang Hui was so frightened that he was scared to death. He ignored the dagger stuck on the ground and backed away hastily.

Li, Li Pingan!

The visitor turned out to be Li Pingan!

How did he find this place?

The terrain of the Miasma Forest is complex and is like a big maze. It was by chance that Wang Hui met Han Mo.

Under normal circumstances, Li Pingan would not be able to find them.

Li Ping'an's eyes were as cold as a sword, "Wang Hui, it seems I was really wrong to spare your life just now! Some people don't deserve to live in this world!"

Li Ping'an's voice was not high, but in Wang Hui's ears, it was like the sound of thunder, making him tremble all over and become extremely frightened.

When Li Pingan was not here, Wang Hui still thought about taking revenge on him, but when he really faced Li Pingan, Wang Hui couldn't even think of resisting in his heart.

Wang Hui kept backing up in fear, "Li, Li Ping'an, don't mess around. What do you want to do?"

"What to do?" Li Ping'an said coldly, "Do what I should have done a long time ago, kill someone!"

The murderous intention is like a burst of essence, as sharp as a sword.

After the initial panic, Wang Hui came to his senses now. He stepped back, eyes rolling around, and spoke.

"Li Ping'an, don't be impulsive. If you kill me, you will kill a fellow sect member. According to the sect rules and regulations of Qingxi Mountain Paradise, the torture hall will not let you go!"

Li Ping'an ignored Wang Hui's "threat" and slowly opened the long black package, revealing the two swords inside.

One is a small wooden sword, a nine-turn lightning strike jujube sword he bought from a vendor in Shilipufang City.

The other one, called a sword, is very weak.

That thing was black and unremarkable, like a fire stick that couldn't fit on the table.

And this "fire stick" is the meteorite iron that was born with Li Pingan, and the "sword" that Li Pingan polished for eighteen years.

Li Ping'an's hand rested on the small wooden sword for a moment, and he murmured to himself: "The Nine-turn Lightning Strike Peach Wood Sword is a meeting gift I gave to Master. It is unlucky to use it to kill people now."

As he said that, Li Ping'an held the "fire stick", his eyes became extremely focused and shining, "Taibai Sword, I have wronged you, today I want you to be stained with Xiaoxiao's blood!"

After he finished speaking, Li Ping'an pointed the "fire stick" in his hand at Wang Hui from a distance.

Vaguely, there seemed to be the sound of swords and dragons roaring.

Wang Hui's face changed drastically and he backed away in shock.

too horrible!

horrible!

He seemed to feel the endless sword energy sweeping in, trying to completely strangle his three souls and seven souls into pieces.
Chapter completed!