The confusion on the boy in white was soon replaced by a smile. He smiled leisurely and said, "Okay, today you are here to die."
Mo Feifan has seen the skills of the boy in white. Although it is quite good, he is definitely not a first-class expert. Even if he is not injured, Mo Feifan and the other two can definitely kill him.
But...he didn't know one thing.
Li Dafeng roared and cursed: "Go to *your* mother, I'm looking for death." As he spoke, he suddenly flew out the mountain-cutting knife in his hand.
The mountain-cutting knife was hung with a strong wind, and the boy in white had no time to react, so he was penetrated by the flying knife. A few drops of blood were hung on the tip of the knife, which was shocking to see.
All this happened so quickly that even Li Dafeng himself did not expect that his sword could really kill the boy in white. This was incredible, it was really incredible.
Mo Feifan was also very surprised at the scene that happened just now. However, his reaction was also very fast, and he quickly walked to the hunchbacked old man to protect his safety.
The hunchbacked old man recovered some of his energy and said with some gratitude: "I read you right, you are indeed here."
Mo Feifan nodded and replied, "Don't forget the promise between us. I will save you and tell me the names of those enemies."
"I'll do what I say." Before the hunchbacked old man finished speaking, he stretched out his bent fingers in vain, pointed to the boy in white, and shouted: "No, what do you think is that?"
"Brother Fan, be careful!" Li Dafeng shouted suddenly with thunder on the ground.
The voices of the two people rang almost at the same time. Mo Feifan turned his head and was surprised to find that the boy in white was not dead, but instead slashed at Mo himself with a ferocious face with a bloody mountain-cutting knife.
It is hard to imagine that a person whose belly is pierced by someone can kill people with a knife in his body. What is even more creepy is that the snow hole in his belly seems to be blocked with a ball of cotton, but after a little blood is flowing, it stops.
Mo Feifan had too many doubts in his heart, but he had no time to react. Just relying on the natural reaction he had developed for many years of martial arts, his head slightly turned and he avoided. He avoided it, but the hunchbacked old man did not avoid it. When the blade was less than two inches away from the old man's body, the boy not only did not stop his power, but instead took a step forward.
"Puchi"
The hunchbacked old man's chest was cut by a mountain knife, and a ball of blood fog was splattered. The hunchbacked old man groaned, covered his wound and took a few steps back, leaning against the wall of the cave.
The boy in white who accidentally hurt his grandfather not only did not panic at all, but instead showed his pointed tiger teeth and shouted sarcastically: "Come on, come on, let me cut your meat and bones open. You are still young, the meat is still tender, and it must taste very good."
After saying that, Mo Feifan fought together.
It is completely different from the previous one. At this time, the boy in white was not only born with divine power, but also had outstanding skills, showing his own style with every move and move.
Seeing this, Hou Xiaobai and Li Dafeng on the side were both shocked and scared.
"Brother Fan, I'll help you."
"Brother Mo, I'll help you."
Li Dafeng and Hou Xiaobai looked at each other and joined the battle group.
Mo Feifan, Li Dafeng, and Hou Xiaobai joined forces, and even Yu Lin was probably not their opponent.
But even so, they can't get any advantage in the boy in white. Usually, if the boy in white is stabbed, one of the three will be stabbed.
Mo Feifan's upper body is protected by "fire armor", and his entire chest cavity and back cannot enter, so the problem is not very big. However, this has made the two brothers Hou Xiaobai and Li Dafeng suffer. The knife really cuts their skin and cuts into their flesh. Even if the boy in white hastily made a knife, it greatly affects the speed, strength and accuracy of the two.
If one knife is replaced by another, there will be three people on Mo Feifan's side, and there is only one boy in white, and the former will not suffer any loss.
But the matter is strange. No matter how the three of them sent their weapons into the enemy's body, the enemy was unaware of it. Even if there were dozens of bloody holes on their bodies, there was no pain at all, and there was no impact on his speed. Facing a person who seemed to be a demon and would not fall, anyone would have a cold wind.
The battle lasted for half a word (one word is about five minutes now), and the three of them were already sweating profusely.
Mo Feifan's old wounds on his arms added new injuries, and the bleeding soaked his heavy clothes; Hou Xiaobai's back had three more thread-long and big bloody holes that could see the bones; Li Dafeng was stabbed several times on his thighs and buttocks, and his fat face was stained with sweat and blood like a big cat.
The three of them looked extremely embarrassed, and they were panting like cows.
Compared with the three of them, the boy in white was injured more. It is no exaggeration to say that he had no good meat on his body. But that's it. The boy didn't fall down, and there was no sign of fatigue at all.
"Brother Fan, what should we do?" Li Dafeng covered his butt, so tired that he couldn't even straighten his tongue.
Mo Feifan looked around and saw a few big wine jars with the word "wine" on it outside. A clever plan came to his heart. He showed the deep dimples on his cheeks and suddenly shouted: "Wine, use wine to roast! You entangle him, I'll go get the wine."
Li Dafeng and Hou Xiaobai suddenly realized and pushed their swords forward together.
Although the boy in white was not tall, his body was like a monkey, constantly wandering around the edge of the two people's blades.
After attacking several times in a row, the boy in white was blocked. At this moment, a sudden shout came from the darkness, "Doway!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Feifan held a wine jar and poured the wine on the boy in white. After the boy in white was poured into a chicken with a drop of soup, he hid in the corner of the cave as if he had seen a ghost. His originally fierce eyes suddenly became dull.
"Brother Fan, let me do it, I want to turn him into a roast pig." Li Dafeng took the torch from Mo Feifan's hand and slowly leaned towards the boy in white.
Every time Li Dafeng took a step, the boy in white shivered. Until the distance between the two was only five steps, Li Dafeng stopped.
Just as he was about to throw out the torch, a faint voice came from behind them.
"Stop and let him go."
The one who spoke was naturally the hunchbacked old man.
Li Dafeng stopped his hand, and the three of them turned their heads in unison. Only then did they find that the hunchbacked old man was gushing with blood. Perhaps he was an extraordinary person, but now he is just an old man who can't even straighten his waist.
Mo Feifan looked at the old man, took out the knife wound medicine in his arms, poured out most of it and applied it to the other party. He pulled off a piece of clothes to tie his wound, stopping the blood. This was the medicine he prepared for the injury, and no one expected that he would use the medicine on an irrelevant person. After applying the medicine, Mo Feifan took out a needle and easily opened the lock of the hunchbacked old man's hands and feet. After throwing away the bracelet and anklet, he helped the person up.
The hunchbacked old man coughed a few times and said weakly: "I read you right, you are indeed here."
Mo Feifan didn't raise his head and said in a loud voice: "I just don't want you to die so early."
The hunchbacked old man did not respond and changed the subject: "Don't kill him, I have been raising him for twenty years. No matter what, I can't watch him die in front of me."
"Twenty years?!" Li Dafeng exclaimed: "How is this possible? He...he is clearly a child."
Although Mo Feifan and Hou Xiaobai did not speak, their expressions were the same as those of Li Dafeng, and they were both stunned.
Feeling the doubts of the three, the hunchbacked old man seemed to smile: "You think he is still a child, but in fact he is in his twenties. In a few years, when my old bones are buried in the soil, he will be able to take over my position naturally. But now, he is too anxious."