Mo Wentian's figure flew across the forest, causing strong winds. The sound of his black robe rubbing against the green leaves in the forest made the birds on the branches scatter in all directions.
While galloping, the first place Mo Wentian came to was the place where he reunited with Qiuqiu after leaving the Waste Sword Mountain. It was there that Mo Wentian, who had been reborn and traveled through time, saw the gnawing man for the first time.
Sweet potato girl.
"not here!"
However, now there was no one in the bushes. After wandering around, Mo Wentian came to a clear pond. This was the place where Mo Wentian and Qiuqiu often visited in the past. They had fished here.
We also caught fish and shrimp, and even played in the water and took a bath together when we were young.
"Not here either!"
Unfortunately, the water patterns in the pool are now calm, and even the ripples caused by the breeze have disappeared, just like a pool of silent stagnant water. As the breeze blew, Mo Wentian's feet stepped on a piece of soft soil.
Pushing aside a long patch of grass, Mo Wentian saw a simple barbecue rack lying quietly on the ground.
Because Qiuqiu is a bit greedy, Mo Wentian and Qiuqiu often get some food here and secretly open a small stove. It's hard to say that Qiuqiu's cooking skills have also improved during these barbecues. Of course
As Mo Wentian, who has witnessed the miracle of the little cook all the way, naturally in the early days, he had to fight hard with the burnt fish meat and the chewy rabbit meat.
"No! Still not!"
It's just that all Mo Wentian saw now was this lonely barbecue rack, but he never saw that petite and bright figure. It was now past noon, and Mo Wentian wondered whether the disciples in the mountain gate would be disappointed because they didn't have lunch.
He had no time to think about Qiuqiu's whereabouts, and was suspicious of Qiuqiu's sudden disappearance. He only knew that the longer time passed, the slimmer the chance of finding Qiuqiu.
If Qiuqiu was just going to deal with some things, then he should have appeared after such a long time. From this, it can be seen that Qiuqiu has indeed encountered a lot of trouble.
"Damn it! What happened!"
Mo Wentian became more and more impatient. He could no longer calm down. The hot sweat had completely soaked his clothes. He began to wander aimlessly in the forest. Unknowingly, Mo Wentian
His footsteps slowly brought him to an extremely familiar place.
"Why did I come back here..."
Looking at the majestic Knife Mountain in front of him, Mo Wentian was slightly startled. He did not expect that he would actually come to the Waste Knife Mountain in desperation. This place was originally a forbidden area among the Xiaoyao Sect, so there were very few people who had access to it.
The middle disciples entered it, which is why no Xiaoyao disciple found Mo Wentian during the several days he disappeared.
Seeing the familiar tens of millions of useless knives that were corroded by time, Mo Wentian felt incomprehensible. This was the place where he was reborn. It was here that he picked up the broken knife in his hand. Now his old place has returned.
You, Mo Wentian had no intention of going back to the knife hiding room to search again, so he quickly turned his head and prepared to continue looking for Qiuqiu.
The moment Mo Wentian turned around, the handle of the knife in his hand suddenly burst out with intense burning heat, just like when Mo Wentian touched the broken knife for the first time. If Mo Wentian hadn't already improved his strength,
At the fifth level of body tempering, his body's heat resistance has been greatly improved. I'm afraid he will still drop the broken knife to the ground instantly like he did then.
At the same time, not only did the broken knife erupt with incredible heat, but even Mo Wentian himself stopped moving and remained motionless in the same position as when he turned around. Every cold hair on his body stood up high.
Every nerve in his brain was tense in an instant.
Because Mo Wentian suddenly felt a death crisis, rushing towards him.
At this moment, it seemed that the air had completely solidified, and time stopped at the moment when Mo Wentian turned around. The entire picture seemed to be frozen in place. Suddenly, a green bamboo leaf entered the picture lightly, moving and becoming silent.
In between, it makes people feel very uncomfortable.
Mo Wentian couldn't feel the presence of a breeze, but this bamboo leaf drifted toward him slowly, moving without wind, and was unstoppable.
Mo Wentian opened his eyes wide, watching the bamboo leaf getting closer and closer to him. A deadly threat erupted from the bamboo leaf, but Mo Wentian's body could not move at all!
Ten feet.
Three feet.
Three feet.
One foot.
Finally, this bamboo leaf, which seemed to be trembling and might fall to the ground at any time, floated three inches away from Mo Wentian's eyes. Mo Wentian could clearly see every vein and pattern on the bamboo leaf, and he could also smell the bamboo leaf.
There was a faint fragrance on Mo Wentian's heart, and there was a voice in Mo Wentian's heart that was uncontrollably impacting his heart.
"Once this bamboo leaf touches me, I will die!"
An unprecedented life and death crisis broke out at this moment. Two cyclones in Mo Wentian's body were circulating violently throughout his body. The handle of the broken knife in Mo Wentian's hand continued to release scorching heat.
Every drop of Mo Wentian's blood, every bone, every piece of flesh, and every inch of skin began to tremble.
There was only one thought left in Mo Wentian's mind.
"I want to draw my sword!"
All of this, it’s a long story, was actually triggered in an instant when the bamboo leaf floated three inches in front of Mo Wentian’s eyes. At this moment, a knife roar came out from Mo Wentian’s right hand.
in, resounding throughout heaven and earth.
"Hang!"
At the moment when the sound of Broken Knife's soft groan sounded, Mo Wentian seemed to have escaped some kind of special restraint, and he finally moved.
Raising his hand to draw the knife, he moved like clouds and flowing water. In an instant, a piece of black knife light in Mo Wentian's hand came to the bamboo leaf. At the same time, Mo Wentian held the back of the knife with his left hand and gently moved it forward.
"Flat knife style!"
This is the first time that Mo Wentian, while holding the broken knife, has carried the knife-raising posture to Dacheng. There is no gap in the connection with the flat-knife posture, it is completely natural!
And at this moment, the blade of the broken knife finally touched the piece of emerald green within a hair's breadth. The bamboo leaf and the broken knife lightly collided together. Then, a powerful force passed through the broken knife.
The blade of the knife struck Mo Wentian's arms fiercely, and in just one breath, two sounds of bone cracking were heard one after another.
"boom!"
Mo Wentian's body suddenly floated backwards, like a kite with broken strings, and fell heavily to the ground. In just a moment, Mo Wentian's arms were completely broken, and his internal organs seemed to be blown by a strong wind.
Broken, the entire waist seemed to be broken from the middle and leaned back.
"Wow!"
He opened his mouth and spat out a piece of internal organs, and Mo Wentian's face turned pale. He had never suffered such a serious injury even when he faced Han Xing, and what hurt him was just a bamboo leaf.
!
"Eh?"
A confused voice came, and Mo Wentian raised his already blurry eyes, and vaguely saw a figure appearing in front of him out of thin air.
This man was dressed in Tsing Yi and looked a little dirty, but he was wearing a pair of straw sandals that were quite clean. He was holding a funny-looking bamboo knife and wore an ordinary bamboo hat on his head.
It wasn't until this man put his face in front of Mo Wentian's eyes that Mo Wentian saw clearly that this man's face looked dusty, but in terms of appearance, he was a somewhat handsome man.
What shocked Mo Wentian the most was that this man's eyes were gray and there was no sparkle in them. He was blind!
Mo Wentian had heard of blind men with great skills in countless stories, such as the sullen and sassy Eunuch Hai, the tragic female devil who pointed like a diamond, Mei Chaofeng, or the full-faced man.
Xie Xun, the lion king with blond hair and slaying dragons with a knife, but the story is just a story after all. Mo Wentian never believed that a blind man could become a martial arts master.
However, this scene now made Mo Wentian feel in a trance. A blind man, in an instant, with a bamboo leaf, put Mo Wentian on the verge of life and death.
Mo Wentian was about to die, but he still couldn't bear to die. He still refused to die. Mo Wentian's eyes widened, as if he wanted to carve the blind man's appearance into his pupils and take him to hell. At this moment, the blind man
He seemed to mutter something, then stood up and waved his sleeves gently on Mo Wentian's face.
Mo Wentian suddenly felt a cool feeling hit his face, and then he began to feel dizzy violently. Finally, Mo Wentian could no longer control his consciousness, his vision went dark, and he completely lost consciousness.;