"Boom!" Mo Tian slapped the table next to him, and the hard nanmu table suddenly turned into a pile of wood powder. He stood in a quiet room, holding a piece of paper in his right hand, with a cold look on his face.
"Saint Transformation Pill! Are you so impatient?"
Mo Tian's right hand flashed with inspiration, the note in his hand shattered silently, and he whispered as if to himself: "Thirteen."
A black shadow suddenly emerged from the wall in the corner of the quiet room, and then flashed like a ghost a few feet away in front of Mo Tian, kneeling on one knee: "Lord."
"Go there in person and stay with Wen'er for the time being. Don't let anything happen to him."
The man in black raised his head. There was no expression on his face wrapped in black cloth, but there was a trace of anxiety in his voice: "Then around my lord..."
Mo Tian said decisively: "No need to say more, I am free to make my own opinion."
After saying this, a strange flush suddenly appeared on Mo Tian's face. He covered his mouth and coughed repeatedly, and a trace of bright red seeped out from between his fingers.
The man in black trembled and said eagerly: "Lord..."
Mo Tian covered his mouth and waved his hand: "You go."
The man in black lowered his head helplessly and said, "Yes."
At the same time, somewhere in the villa was a dark secret room.
"Pah!" The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the small secret room, and the sharp wind from the palm made the flames of the oil lamps on the wall tremble.
"Idiot! Who asked you to kill Mo Wen?" Mo Xu's face turned livid, and he shouted angrily at a man in brocade uniforms in front of him.
This man was in his thirties, with a thin build, and a face somewhat similar to that of Mo Xu. There was a clear slap mark on his yellow-white face, but there was a strong sense of violence and resentment in his eyes. He argued angrily: "I still
Not for Yu'er! As long as that little bastard dies, the position of young master of the village will definitely belong to Yu'er! From now on, the entire Sword Forging Villa will be ours!"
"Fart!" Mo Xu trembled all over, pointing at the man in brocade clothes and angrily saying: "What do you know? That little beast only has two years to live, do you need to kill him?"
"Two years! Two years! I can't wait two years!" The man in Jinfu said stubbornly: "Who knows what will happen in two years? I only know that the safest thing is to get it!"
"You!" Mo Xu opened his hand and wanted to hit him, but seeing the stubborn face of the man in the golden uniform, his hand did not fall down in the end. He sighed and said, "How could I, Mo Xu, have a son like you?
If you had focused more of your energy on playing with women, you wouldn't have done such an idiotic thing!"
"Do you know where you went wrong? Your mistake was not to kill Mo Wen, but to send the sword slaves! Do you know how much effort my father put into training those sword slaves? Now you have exposed them all!"
The man in brocade clothes was startled when he heard this. He was not as domineering as before and said angrily: "I, I just want Yu'er to take the position as soon as possible."
"Hey! That's all. It's useless to say anything else now. From now on, you can reflect on it at home. The Sword Slave Camp will be left to the second child for the time being."
"Dad! I..." The man in brocade clothes became anxious upon hearing this.
"You don't need to say anything, I have my own opinion on this matter." Mo Xu said in a tone that left no room for doubt.
A trace of resentment flashed in the eyes of the man in brocade clothes, and he lowered his head and said nothing.
Mo Xu ignored him and looked up at the empty space in the quiet room. There was an inexplicable light in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something. A sneer gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Since we have already alerted the snake, there is no need to hide it anymore. This first round
It's just the beginning, Mo Tian, please don't let me down..."
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Mo Wen woke up from his sleep and felt a splitting headache. He struggled to stand up and found that he was in a carriage. The carriage was jolting so hard that he was a little dizzy. He struggled to lean against the inner wall of the carriage and hold up the curtains.
In one corner, it was gloomy outside, the scenery on the roadside was a familiar wilderness, and there was only their solitary carriage on the wide galloping road.
"Uh-" A long hiss sounded outside the car, and the car shook and stopped.
The car curtain was opened, revealing Uncle Wu's kind face. When he saw Mo Wen sitting up, the nervous and worried look in his eyes was obviously relieved: "Master, are you awake? Do you feel any discomfort?"
Mo Wen shook his head. He was just extremely tired and nothing else serious: "Uncle Wu, how long have I been unconscious? Where are I now?"
"The young master has been in a coma all night. It is already noon the next day, and now we are on the way to Yuzhou."
"Yuzhou?" Mo Wen was startled for a moment, and suddenly a sharp cold light flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but ask: "Where is the assassin?"
"Young master, don't worry, the assassin has been killed by the old slave on the spot."
"Have you killed me?" Mo Wen's eyes were a little dazed, and he asked blankly: "Uncle Wu, who do you think wants to kill me?"
"Master..." Uncle Wu's cheek twitched.
Mo Wen continued to murmur: "That's the 'Snake Kiss'. I saw Uncle Mo Yan once used the secret sword style of the sword hall outside the Sword Making Villa."
Uncle Wu was silent.
"You said that I have been expelled from the Villa and am no longer a member of the Villa. Why can I argue with them? Why do you want to kill me so much?"
"Some things are decided from birth, and sometimes you don't always have the final say whether to fight or not to fight." Wu Bo paused for a moment and finally said slowly.
"Does that mean it's wrong for me to live?"
"I don't know, old slave."
"Uncle Wu, I want to be alone for a while." Mo Wen said and closed his eyes.
Looking at Mo Wen's tired and pale face, Uncle Wu suddenly regretted what he had just said. Those words were too cruel for a sixteen-year-old boy, but he had to say that he really didn't want to hide this from this one person anymore.
A young man with two years left to live.
The carriage drove slowly again, heading towards the unknown road ahead...
Uncle Wu drove the carriage in a hurry. After the assassination in the evening, Uncle Wu did not rest in Luo City anymore. He immediately took the unconscious Mo Wen on the road, firstly to avoid being entangled in the murder case, and secondly to avoid the invisible eyes. Although he knew
It's impossible to avoid it, but at least it can disrupt the opponent's plan and give the master and servant one more chance to escape.
The carriage drove hurriedly for a day and night, and finally, when it was almost dark, it caught up with a large convoy that had set off from Luo City to Yuzhou two days ago. After spending several taels of money on joints, the master and servant were allowed to join the convoy.
Right, lived in a temporary camp.
This convoy is much larger than the previous one. It is mainly composed of three caravans, with more than a hundred vehicles, plus dozens of traveling carriages, the total number of vehicles is close to 150, and the number of people is 500.
Among them, there are more than 300 combatants, and as many as ten spirit sword masters!
But this had nothing to do with Mo Wen. He hid himself in the carriage and said nothing. Except for taking the food and soup handed in by Uncle Wu, there was no movement at all.
Uncle Wu could only sigh in response to this. He knew that Mo Wen was stuck in an alley of thought, and outsiders could not help him at all. He could only turn this corner around on his own.
Mo Wen was indeed caught in a conflict. He had originally decided to forget about Sword Forging Villa, start a new life, and follow his own path as a spirit sword master. But what happened forced him to face it again. Someone wanted to kill him.
And the person who wants to kill him is still from Sword Making Villa!
Decadence, frustration, humiliation, and even a deep sense of powerlessness enveloped him deeply. What else could he do? The villa expelled him, his father no longer wanted him, his mother left him, Qingqing also left him, what a bullshit
The identity of the young master of the village has been returned to the villa, and he has nothing! What else can he do to himself? Can't he live quietly for "two years" and have to die now?
"Father, do you know that your son is being hunted by your men? Maybe for you, this good-for-nothing son is dead as well?"
Mo Wen curled up tightly in a corner of the carriage, as if this was the only way to get rid of the loneliness in his soul.
…
The caravan headed west, and two days later a continuous black shadow appeared in front of the road.
"Ahead is Manniu Mountain, everyone, cheer up!" the swordsman at the front of the motorcade shouted.
Everyone in the entire convoy looked tense, and even the few spirit sword masters who looked relaxed along the way also showed serious expressions. Manniu Mountain is located at the junction of Jiangzhou and Yuzhou in Zhao State. It stretches for hundreds of miles and is full of monsters. It is Zhao State.
One of the main gathering places for monsters in the country. Naturally, the convoy does not dare to pass through the front, and can only go along the outer circle, but it is still dangerous. Generally, it is good to encounter high-level monsters, and there will always be enough.
Sometimes, if you encounter a large group of monsters looking for food, it will be difficult for anyone in the entire convoy to survive.
So when they arrived here, the convoy was extremely cautious. The number of swordsmen who explored the road tripled, and the exploration distance also increased from the previous ten miles to twenty miles, so that they would have enough time to respond once the situation was discovered. However, the expansion of the exploration range also
This shows that the danger for the pathfinder swordsmen has increased. On the first day after entering the Manniu Mountain area, three swordsmen were attacked by monsters. Fortunately, the rescue was timely, and only one was seriously injured and the other two were slightly injured.
When camping at night, because we are in a mountainous area, there is no flat and open wilderness. There are only mountain forests that have grown for countless years on both sides of the road. Therefore, we can only encircle a large piece of flat forest land and use the original trees as the basis.
Insert sharpened wooden stakes in the gaps to form a camp wall, and then use trucks to form a second layer of protection. However, the trees in the circle cannot be cleared. First, there is no time, and second, there is no manpower.
More than a hundred vehicles and more than 500 people were scattered in the dense forest, which seemed a bit disorderly.
Uncle Wu and Mo Wen were placed on the edge of the camp, and the center was naturally occupied by the three caravan bosses and their relatives, as well as those traveling teams with some strength, like Uncle Wu's combination of one old and one young.
We don't expect them to help us when we are in danger, so we certainly won't give them special care.
It was late at night, and the camp was quiet, except for the deep roar of monsters from deep in the forest from time to time. It was the nocturnal monsters coming out to look for food. Uncle Wu sat on the shaft of the car, resting slightly against the car, his eyes
Half-open and half-closed, although the past two days were calm, he was still extremely vigilant. He didn't dare to sleep to death at night. The assassination really scared him. If Mo Wen hadn't fallen down inexplicably, he would have been dead on the spot.
, he didn’t expect that the enemy was so cunning, and even he couldn’t guard against using such a taboo medicine as “Holy Transformation Pill”.
Suddenly, Uncle Wu was jolted by a sudden chill. He woke up from his half-asleep. He looked around. It was quiet. There was nothing unusual. There was nothing unusual within the sensing range of his spiritual sense.
He shook his head and smiled to himself. It seemed that he had been too nervous in the past two days. He changed his sitting position and fell asleep again. But before that, he took the long package he was carrying behind his back to his face and held it in his arms.
The night wind swept through the mountain forest. In the forest about five miles away from the camp, two green groups of light suddenly rose from a patch of weeds. Then with a slight rustling sound, the grass fell to both sides, and a slender black shadow crawled.
Climbing out, he raised his huge and ferocious head under the faint moonlight. It was a blue wind demon wolf!
This Qingfeng demon wolf is huge, like a strong calf. The four vertical lines of white hair between its eyebrows show its unique level, a fourth-level demon beast! Generally, the Qingfeng demon wolf is only a second-level demon beast, and only belongs to the group.
Only the Wolf King could be level three, but this one is actually level four!
The Qingfeng demon wolf put its chest to the ground and crawled close to a big tree where three people were hugging each other. There was a two-foot-wide dark hole at the root of the big tree, and a swordsman was curled up listlessly in the tree hole.
Monitoring the movement outside, waves of drowsiness came over the swordsman. The swordsman couldn't help but let out a big yawn, but when his mouth just opened wide and before he could exhale, a terrifying face full of sinister teeth appeared.
The huge toothed mouth suddenly burst into his sight, covering his entire head for an instant, and then he knew nothing.
The Qingfeng demon wolf pulled its head out of the tree hole, flicked its head to the side, and spit out a round thing from its mouth. It fell to the ground and rolled far away, leaving a bright red mark. Then the Qingfeng wolf let out a sound
A low roar, pairs of green pupils emerged from the weeds, like will-o'-the-wisps wandering at night...
On the galloping road dozens of miles away, a fast horse galloped in the moonlight. The rider on the horse was dressed completely in black, and the black swordsman wore a black hat. The whole person was like a shadow in the darkness.
Suddenly, the rider in black pulled the reins fiercely, and the fast horse neighed, raised its front hooves, almost stood upright, and then fell heavily to the ground. Just in front of the galloping road, a figure hugged a long sword and didn't know when.
, or rather stood there all the time.
The black-clothed rider sat on the horse and did not make any movement. His eyes under the bamboo hat stared coldly at the sudden blocker in front of him. A vague air-conditioner slowly released from the black-clothed rider's body.
The figure who had been standing on the road holding a sword suddenly opened his eyes and stared scorchingly at the black-clothed rider. His bright eyes seemed to burn a ball of fire, and a surging fighting spirit surged out, dispersing the black knight.
The forest air conditioner released by the clothes rider.
"Lingfeng Sword Xiao Ming." The black-clothed rider said coldly, without any emotion in his voice.
"Exactly." The blocker replied, with an unconcealed enthusiasm in his voice, "Legend has it that every owner of Zhujian Villa has a shadow whose strength is comparable to his own. Are you Mo Tian's shadow?"
The murderous intent on the black-clothed rider suddenly became more intense. His sharp eyes under his hat were about to pierce through the roadblock, and his icy voice was like the icy wind in the twelfth lunar month of winter.
"Let's go! I don't want to kill anyone."
The person blocking the road was unmoved, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and he suddenly laughed: "Haha, everyone knows that I, Xiao Ming, am a sword fanatic. I become a sword fanatic when I meet you. Since I met you, I naturally didn't miss the truth. Come on.
, if you defeat me, you can pass."
"My sword is only for life and death, but not for victory or defeat." The murderous intent on the black-clothed rider has reached its peak.
"That's better, put yourself to death and live again, I, Xiao Ming, can't ask for more!" Xiao Ming laughed, and a fierce wind shot out from his body, as if a storm was set off out of thin air within a radius of three feet.
All the momentum accumulated in the black-clothed rider exploded at this moment, and all the murderous intentions converged at one point. There was no earth-shattering movement, only a ray of silver light breaking into the strong wind at lightning speed...
A short scream suddenly broke the peace of the camp. Uncle Wu was the first to wake up. He flicked the cloth in his hand and caught a long sword in his hand.
"What happened?"
The spirit sword masters and swordsmen were also awakened one after another. They immediately grabbed their weapons and ignited the lighting objects, while other ordinary travelers were a little slower to react and were still a little confused after being awakened by the noise. But.
This was only temporary, because a few breaths later, another terrifying scream came into the forest between the camps. The scream was full of boundless panic and despair, giving people a creepy feeling.
"It's the outer camp!" A spirit sword master judged the approximate distance of the sound and his face was ashen.
"Enemy attack!"
"Demon wolf!"
Several heartbreaking screams followed one after another, followed by several rapid screams before calmness returned. The slightly experienced spirit swordsmen and swordsmen present all knew that the dozen or so people on duty in the outer camp at this time
The swordsmen may have been completely wiped out!
"Ready to fight!"
As soon as a spirit sword master finished shouting these words, horrifying screams came from all directions, like a reminder. The whole camp exploded, and everyone swarmed around like headless flies. Here.
It is not an empty flat land, but a mountain forest full of giant trees. The line of sight is blocked, and it is impossible to find the direction in an emergency. For a while, the cry of people and the neighing of horses echoed throughout the camp.
"Don't mess up! Everyone, don't mess up! Stay where you are!" A spirit sword master tried to maintain order, but in such a chaotic environment, no one cared about his identity.
Seeing that the situation was no longer under control, the spirit sword master immediately shouted loudly: "All combatants must gather at the center of the camp!"
This was a last resort. The enemy situation was unknown, and the outer camp was breached without any warning. The secret sentry outside the camp did not even have a chance to give early warning. Everyone knew that they encountered an unimaginable enemy. The best way was to organize all the forces.
To fight, as for ordinary travel in the camp, you can only ask for your own blessings.
But just as the spirit sword master finished speaking, a huge black shadow suddenly fell from the sky, biting the spirit sword master's shoulder with a ferocious mouth, and tore it apart with force, and the spirit sword master's entire arm and half of his chest were ripped apart.
It was torn off. Because of his Yuan Power, the spirit sword master did not die immediately and let out a miserable scream.
"Wolf! It's a demon wolf!"
People finally saw the appearance of the intruder. The ordinary travelers around them screamed in fear and ran away. Some panicked and even ran into trees. But the panic didn't stop there. Black shadows fell from the sky on tree trunks, and the whole camp was everywhere.
It was a scream of terror and a scream before death. The spirit sword masters and swordsmen had no time to gather, so they could only fight on their own. It was good to have helpers nearby, but they died as soon as they were alone. These demon wolves were extremely offensive.
They were orderly and did not attack ordinary people at all, but only targeted those spiritual swordsmen and swordsmen with fighting prowess. Therefore, in just one encounter, the camp suffered heavy losses. Dozens of weaker swordsmen died tragically on the spot, including two
A famous spiritual swordsman!
The edge of the camp where Mo Wen was located was the first to bear the brunt. After the demon wolf broke through the outer circle of the camp, black shadows jumped directly over the trucks and other obstacles into the inner camp, and started a brutal killing. Wu Bo's murderous intention naturally attracted special care from the demon wolf, and three of them
The green wind demon wolf fell from the sky, its sharp claws flashed with a frightening light, and it mercilessly grabbed Uncle Wu's head.
At this time, Uncle Wu's beard and hair were all spread out, his old body stood straight, a strong wave of sword energy erupted from his body, and his clothes were held up by an invisible air current.
"Choke!"
The long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he slashed out with no hesitation. A white light that was more than two feet long shot out from the three-foot green edge. Although he did not have a spiritual sword with him, he mobilized the sword energy to the sword.
It can still stimulate the sword light. Under this sword light, the second-level Qingfeng demon wolf cannot resist at all. The three demon wolves were cut in the air before they could pounce, and they became six levels.
After killing three demon wolves, Uncle Wu's expression was not relaxed, but more solemn. Qingfeng demon wolves are low-level demon beasts with low intelligence and mostly rely on instinct to act. But tonight, this group of attacking demon wolves are extremely capable of attacking, like
There is a commander directing, and what is even more frightening is that the secret whistle sent outside the camp did not even send out a warning signal. The IQ of this group of demon wolves is also ridiculously high!
Seeing more and more monster wolves crossing the truck barrier, Uncle Wu knew that he could not stay here for long. He quickly sat back on the carriage, pulled the reins, and forced the frightened horse to run towards the exit of the camp. He wanted to take advantage of this chaotic moment to rush out with the young master.
Go out, subconsciously this sudden monster attack is directed at them!
The camp was in chaos. There were battlefields where people and wolves were fighting everywhere. Some people were trampling on fire sources while running in panic. There were flammable substances everywhere in the mountains and forests. There were raging fires in many places, which illuminated the camp in red.
Uncle Wu drove the carriage first, rushing through the burning trees. On the way, demon wolves tried to attack, but they were killed by a sword light two feet away. Soon, Uncle Wu's bravery attracted some spirit sword masters.
and the swordsmen's attention, they all moved closer to the carriage. After a while, two spirit swordsmen and more than a dozen swordsmen gathered beside the carriage! Uncle Wu frowned slightly at this. His original plan was to take advantage of the chaos to break out of the encirclement. These swordsmen
When master swordsmen gather together, don't they give clear guidance to the enemy? dd