What was blocking her chest was the scholar's iron fan.

Looking back, the scholar was smiling gently at her: "Don't look at me like that, boss lady, you will be fascinated to death!"

Although this iron fan is not as sharp as Xie Junhe's broken sword, it is still domineering against the enemy.

Mo Yang laughed in a low voice and said: "That's fine, a pair of mandarin ducks in front of the Palace of Hell." He waved his hand behind him, and groups of people in white clothes and pale paper masks immediately appeared from the bushes, under the reflection of the moonlight and firelight.

, exceptionally like a ghost.

As soon as the iron fan was closed, I didn't know what mechanism the scholar had touched, and it scattered into dozens of flying swords, flying behind Mo Yang like lightning.

With a swish, there was no time to scream, the cold light of the flying sword passed over the throat of the person, and flew back to the scholar's hand - as if it had grown wings, as if it was obedient. Immediately, six or seven white figures fell to the ground and stopped moving.

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But before the scholar could be proud for long, the sword in Mo Yang's hand suddenly became cold, and suddenly layers of sword flowers appeared.

"Oops, pear flower sword!" The scholar exclaimed, opening his iron fan in a defensive posture.

But immediately, the surrounding area suddenly became as bright as day!

Looking up, I could see dots of sparkling firelight all over the mountain, being ignited at random. Like sea waves, the light came and went with the wind, spreading all over the fields, with the potential to start a prairie fire.

Mo Yang stopped and said angrily: "What's going on?"

"No... I don't know..." There was only a small voice behind him saying, "I was searching the mountain just now... I didn't realize it... I don't know where it came from..." There was no sound for a moment, and it was Mo Yang who stabbed him with a backhand sword.

fall.

There was deathly silence all around. Those who failed to do things well always had to die to apologize. What made this guy so unlucky that he happened to be patrolling the mountain today? The indifferent paper faces reflected the blood and remained motionless.

In the bloody light, Mo Yang gritted his teeth and roared: "Xie Junhe, you are too arrogant!"

The earth-shaking resentment only caused two flaming "thunderbolts" to pass over his head. They were fire crossbows.

"Have you had enough fun, kid?" Mo Yang continued to roar into the air, and unexpectedly received a fire crossbow from the other direction.

Without exception, these fire crossbows were all aimed at Mo Yang, as if there were mysterious eyes behind them that could not be seen.

"Let's go!" The scholar pulled Yan Hong, who had not finished watching the movie, and while Mo Yang was distracted, he jumped into the bushes beside him.

"Chase!" Mo Yang was almost furious with them.

However, with the firefly-like light all over the mountains and plains, which one is the hiding place? The white-clothed holy envoys were completely confused. More and more people were dispatched, and even Tang Yao's people were alarmed and gathered on the mountain. But

The specific locations of Yan Hong and Scholar have never been found.

It seemed that they had evaporated from the air in Fenghuo Ridge without a trace.

After a while, several elders of the Tianyue Sect gathered in the Tianwei Hall where the meeting was held.

Tang Yao glanced at the people whispering below the steps and snickered: "What's wrong?"

There was silence for a moment.

Tang Yao raised his eyes, walked past the three elders of Tianyue Gate with his hands behind his back, and said step by step: "In the past, it was said that this is the time when the South Bank will be shaken. Jiang Shaoyun is my savior in Fenghuoling. You will definitely gain a lot of benefits if you help me secretly.

"

The three elders seemed to have the only way to avoid dying from being out of breath by pretending to cough.
Chapter completed!