The dry and hard ground is covered with endless reddish-brown frozen soil, like coagulated blood. Only a few thorn bushes are sparsely rooted in this barren land, releasing its tenacious vitality.
A ray of sword light quickly passed over the ground, followed by four sword rays.
The sword light in front was a middle-aged man with a flying sword on his feet. His whole body was dripping with blood and there were no less than ten large and small wounds. Among them, a foot-long sword mark on his back even turned his skin and flesh to expose the dense white bones. The blood was not flowing due to inertia.
It was continuously thrown out of the wound, and blood flowers bloomed in the air. Due to the overdraft of the sword energy for a long time, the flying sword controlled by the middle-aged man was a little shaken, and the aura on the sword was even brighter and darker, like a candle left in the wind.
, it seems that it will go out the next moment.
The next four sword lights were from four spirit sword masters who wielded the same flying swords. The leader of them had a rough appearance, with eyes like copper bells and a huge mouth. At first glance, he looked like a robber in the secular world, but he was carrying a sword in his hand.
A thick spiritual sword full of serrations indicates that he is a genuine spiritual sword master. Although the other three are not as ugly as this person, they are also ferocious-looking, and they also carry the same serrated spiritual sword in their hands.
"Boy! Even if you run to the ends of the earth, you can't escape from the clutches of grandpas! Mr. Zhan will give you one last chance. Put down your spirit sword and be captured. Mr. Zhan may consider sparing your life!" The ugly-looking man at the head shouted loudly.
shouted.
The middle-aged Spirit Sword Master who was fleeing in front had a look of anger on his face: "I am the true disciple of the Desolate Sword Sect. You, the Saw Sword Sect, are not afraid of being punished by me, the Desolate Sword Sect, for committing such murders!"
"Hahahaha..." The middle-aged Spirit Sword Master's threat caused a burst of laughter from the four people behind him, and one of them shouted: "Boy, the chassis of our Saw Sword Gate is covered within a radius of 1,500 miles, no matter who you are.
Everyone, as long as they are in our territory, must be under our control!"
"A bunch of shameless robbers!" the middle-aged spirit swordsman shouted with a pale face, and used his flying sword even more desperately.
"Haha, grandpas are robbers to begin with!"
Several people laughed loudly and used their flying swords to catch up. The distance between the two sides was closing at a speed that could be discerned by the naked eye.
Hurry! Hurry! Dongfang Ming felt that his body temperature was lowering little by little, and most of his body was completely numb. With only a thought supporting him, he used the few sword energy to activate the flying sword at his feet.
The last first-level metallic spirit stone has almost turned completely crystal white.
One hundred miles! There are still more than a hundred miles to escape from Sawbone County! However, the distance that usually only takes two quarters of an hour to complete with a flying sword is so far away at this moment. Because of the severe blood loss in his body, Dongfang Ming
I feel like my thinking is starting to slow down, and the surrounding scenery is gradually blurring.
In a trance, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. It was a flying monster. There seemed to be a figure sitting on the monster. It was very fast, more than twice as fast as his own flying sword! In an instant,
Dongfang Ming seemed to be infused with a new force, and with the last of his energy, he shouted loudly: "Help! Senior, help!"
The monster in front stopped, but it had no intention of interfering and just stayed in the air quietly.
Dongfang Ming was so anxious that he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the figure, regardless of whether that person was a treacherous person or not.
Soon, Dongfang Ming arrived hundreds of feet away from the monster beast. He could even see the dense feathers like steel swords on the wings of the huge flying monster beast.
"Senior, help me! I am a true disciple of the Huangjian Sect in Dahuang County! Please save me, senior, and I will be rewarded generously in the future!" Dongfang Ming roared loudly, and the flying sword under his feet trembled violently, almost unable to hold on.
The four Saw Sword Sect disciples behind him had already chased Dongfang Ming less than 300 feet behind him. They were all frightened when they saw the figure riding a monster appearing in front of them.
The ugly man at the head swore loudly and yelled: "The man in front of you, listen! The Saw Sword Sect is here to do business! If you know what you're doing, get out of the way immediately!"
The figure riding the monster beast seemed to be frightened by the threat of the strange and ugly man. The winged beast waved its wings and turned around, as if to bypass this place.
Seeing that the only life-saving straw was about to fly away, Dongfang Ming felt anxious. When he heard the proud smiles of the four Saw Sword disciples behind him, he suddenly thought: I can't get it and I can't take advantage of you bastards!
"Senior, don't leave! I know a mineral vein of earth element stone! As long as senior saves this junior's life and kills these enemies, I will tell senior the location of the mineral vein!"
As soon as these words came out, the monster beast that was accelerating and flying away suddenly stopped. The figure above seemed to stand up, and a black cloak wrapped its whole body tightly, followed by a hoarse but extremely clear voice.
Came: "Are you telling the truth?"
He didn't see the gaze of the man in black, but Dongfang Ming felt as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast. A chill surged through his body, but he didn't dare to delay in answering: "It's absolutely true! If what I say is false,
Let the seniors handle it!"
"Damn it! It's actually a real vein of Earth Elemental Stone!"
The expressions of the four Spirit Sword Masters of the Saw Sword Sect became extremely ugly. The ugly man at the head cursed and shouted again: "That man in front! This is my internal affairs of the Saw Sword Sect. If you dare to interfere, you will
Become an enemy of my Saw Sword Sect!"
"snort!"
A faint cold snort floated in the wind, and then the demonic beast with wings on its back let out a roar. The sound was like thunder, shocking everyone. The aura released by the flying sword under the feet of Dongfang Ming, who was already at the end of his crossbow, was shaken away.
, and fell down. The four Saw Sword Sect disciples who were a little further away also felt uncomfortable. They were all shaken and staggered, and they finally managed to stabilize the aura of the flying sword.
"Thunder-Winged Gold-Eating Beast!"
The ugly man finally recognized the monster with wings on its back, let out a heart-breaking cry, turned the flying sword around without any hesitation, and ran away quickly in the direction he came from.
Before the other three people could figure out the situation, the thunder-winged gold-swallowing beast had already pounced towards them like a sharp arrow.
As a top-level monster of the first level, the flying speed of the Thunder Winged Gold Swallowing Beast has reached almost an instant! That is equivalent to one hundred meters per second. This is the highest speed limit that a sword master in the Sword Meridian Stage can achieve when flying with his sword! Generally speaking, Sword Meridian
In the later stage, the spirit sword masters who can reach half-instant are considered outstanding. Only the spirit sword masters with perfect sword veins can easily surpass half-instant. However, there is still a considerable gap between the speed of most distances and the speed of half-instant.
As for the four disciples who claimed to be the Saw Sword Sect, except for the ugly man who was in the late stage of the sword vein, the other three were in the middle stage of the sword vein. And these spirit sword masters were obviously not good at flying, otherwise they should have caught up with the seriously injured one long ago.
The East is clear.
Before the three Saw Sword Sect disciples in the middle stage of Sword Vein could react, the Thunder-Winged Gold-Swallowing Beast had already rushed forward like a streak of gray lightning. Its wings rolled up dozens of wind blades composed entirely of the power of the golden spirit, roaring towards them.
The three disciples were completely enveloped.
Every attack of the thunder-winged gold-swallowing beast's wind blade is equivalent to the ordinary sword energy of a perfect sword-line spirit sword master, and is not weaker than a full blow from a late-stage sword-line spirit sword master. The three mid-stage sword-line spirit sword masters are like paper figures.
Normally, it would be torn apart by dozens of wind blades in an instant.
And the ugly man's speed was only a little higher than half an instant, and he was not enough to stand out in front of the Thunder Winged Gold Swallowing Beast, which was approaching a speed of half an instant. He only escaped a thousand feet away before being caught up by the Thunder Winged Gold Swallowing Beast from behind, with a huge sharp weapon.
Zhao slapped his head and turned it into a rotten watermelon.
The four spirit sword masters were slaughtered in just thirty breaths.
Naturally, the man driving the thunder-winged gold-swallowing beast was Mo Wen, who had just emerged from the siege of Wuling Prefecture. I wonder if the sword ancestor of the Lingyu Sword Sect was so stimulated that he directly issued an explicit sword order across the entire state.
Mo Wen was wanted. Mo Wen's portrait, physical features and image wearing a soul-absorbing cloak were spread to every sword gate in the entire state. And the reward offered by this ancestor made all the swords Gangling Lingjian
The master went crazy, a second-level super-grade spiritual sword, ten Tiangang pills, and a sword talisman containing sword essence! Each of the three items was enough to make an ordinary sword-gang spiritual sword master fight for his life. The entire witch spirit
The whole world of spiritual sword masters in the state was shocked. Almost all the hundreds of sword masters from large and small sword sects and sword gangs were mobilized. Hundreds of spiritual sword masters from the sword gang realm went crazy looking for traces of Mo Wen.
After Mo Wen came out of seclusion, his special attire immediately attracted a lot of prying eyes, and then his identity was exposed. Mo Wen almost fought his way out of Wuling Prefecture. Although his place of seclusion was not far from Jiuhan Prefecture, it was only
Thousands of miles away, but he encountered no less than ten sword gang spirit sword masters. Because he was afraid of leaking his whereabouts, Mo Wen was merciless. With Lan's help, he killed all the spirit sword masters who met him on the spot.
Then destroy the corpses and eliminate traces. Although this may not really lead to traces, it can at least delay it for a while. As long as it is not the sword elder monster, he is not afraid of anyone.
Therefore, during these thousands of miles, no less than a hundred spirit sword masters died in the hands of Mo Wen. The excessive killings actually reawakened the hostility he originally had due to his demonization. This time he met four people who claimed to be from the Saw Sword Sect.
The disciple's spirit sword master actually killed him on the spot without any mercy.
Someone who was familiar with the situation plundered all the flying swords, spirit swords and sword pouches from the four Saw Sword Sect disciples. Mo Wen rode the big ash and landed next to Dongfang Ming who had fallen to the ground.
This inner disciple of the Desolate Sword Sect was really unlucky. His body was seriously injured, but he was shaken to the dust by Big Hui's roar and fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was not high from the ground, only more than ten feet.
, Otherwise, he will become the first late-stage sword master in history to be thrown to death.
Glancing at Dongfang Ming on the ground, he saw that his body was completely exhausted. If left alone, he would probably not survive more than a day.
After thinking for a while, Mo Wen took out a jade bottle from his sword pouch. After killing so many spiritual sword masters, the collection in his sword pouch was extremely rich. There were hundreds of kinds of elixirs from the first to the second level and nearly a thousand bottles.
Most of them were healing elixirs. Mo Wen took out a bottle of first-class healing elixirs. He took out one pill from the jade bottle and popped it into Dongfang Ming's mouth. Then he sat cross-legged on Da Hui's back and closed his eyes quietly.