The protection of the Demon Sword is not invincible. With the intensive bombardment of ten ninth-level spirit sword masters, the blood-colored halo becomes lighter and lighter, and Xiao Ai's face becomes paler and paler. After more than ten breaths, the Demon Sword's body
A crack cracked open, and then like a chain reaction, cracks spread all over the demon sword like a spider web, and finally collapsed into pieces!
Xiao Ai's body staggered and fell on the roof.
"Stop! You have to live!"
The ten ninth-level spirit sword masters immediately stopped their hands at the right time and forced themselves towards the roof where the two women were.
Xiao Ai struggled to stand up from the roof, still carrying Xiao Di firmly on her back. Her eyes regained clarity the moment the magic sword shattered, and all her emotions returned, looking at the slowly approaching Ninth Level with hatred.
Spiritual Sword Master.
"Witch, what other methods are there? It's best to use them now, otherwise you won't have a chance!"
A ninth-level spirit sword master sneered sinisterly, and with a wave of sword energy in his hand, a small sword energy shot out, hitting Xiao Ai's right wrist and piercing a small bloody hole.
Xiao Ai's right hand dropped weakly, a look of sarcasm appeared on his face, and tiny blood stains began to emerge from his skin, extending rapidly like a spider web and becoming more and more dense.
This mysterious scene frightened the ten people to a halt, and they did not dare to move any closer. They stared at Xiao Ai with great vigilance, for fear that he would use any weird magic skills again.
Just when everyone was hesitating, a figure shot out from a dark corner of the courtyard below like a ghost, and landed on the roof where the two women were in the blink of an eye.
The sudden appearance of this person startled the ten people again, and they involuntarily took half a step back.
"Who is it? Is it that Demon Moon?"
"I don't know, so I covered my face with a cloth."
The ten people were hesitant. Although the deputy leader said that Demon Girl Yue was seriously injured, it has been four days. Who knows whether the injury has healed? Even if it is injured, it is still a "Sword Master"! Therefore, this sudden encounter with a suspected "
With the existence of "rightful master", no one dares to take action first.
"Who are you?" Xiao Ai looked at the masked man who suddenly appeared in front of him in surprise. He didn't have murderous intent on him, and he was not their senior sister.
Mo Wen glanced at her quietly, without speaking, but made a gesture with his finger.
Xiao Ai's eyes lit up when he saw this gesture, and he said excitedly: "Senior sister is fine, I know that senior sister will be fine. Where is senior sister?"
"I will take you to see her in a safe place." Mo Wen whispered, then took two steps and tried to hold Xiao Ai's arm.
Xiao Ai shrank back, avoiding Mo Wen's hand, and smiled bitterly: "It's too late, I used a forbidden secret technique, my life is gone, and my body is about to collapse. You take me, Xiao Di, away."
As he spoke, he hugged Xiaodi on his back in front of him. Looking at the barely human-shaped girl in front of him, Mo Wen's eyes twitched. After a few breaths, he slowly stretched out his arms and slowly took the girl over.
"I don't know who you are, but I still want to say thank you." Xiao Ai smiled slightly, and the red marks on her skin had densely covered every inch of her skin.
"The boat is in the dense forest in the north of the island." Xiao Ai made a last gesture, and his whole body had reached the last edge, and suddenly turned into a ball of blood mist, which dissipated under the night sky without leaving any trace.
Mo Wen stood there blankly holding the girl in his arms, with deep confusion in his eyes, and a faint manic mood brewing.
"Who are you? Are you the accomplice of these witches?" Yin Tianhua finally couldn't help but ask. The witch who killed his grandson died like this, which made him very angry.
Mo Wen slowly raised his head, glanced at these spirit sword masters lightly, moved his body, and shot in one direction.
The expressions of all the ninth-level spirit sword masters changed: "He is indeed a remnant of the Demon Sect! Stop him!"
Directly in front of him, two ninth-level spirit sword masters drew their swords to block him. Two sword beams of more than ten feet long blocked the way forward, one on the left and the other on the right.
But Mo Wen's figure did not decrease. He held the girl's body and turned it upside down, facing her with his back.
Boom boom!
The two sword lights shattered at the same time, and the dissipated sword energy shot out in all directions. Mo Wen's figure rushed out intact, with only the clothes on his back slightly damaged.
The expressions of the two ninth-level spirit sword masters changed drastically. They gritted their teeth and stepped forward, blocking Mo Wen's path with their bodies. One of the two spirit swords slashed at Mo Wen's neck, and the other slashed across Mo Wen's waist.
Mo Wen handed Xiaodi to his left hand and freed his right hand to directly grab the spirit sword that was slashed towards his neck. He grabbed the spirit sword into his hand, then swept his left leg across and knocked the spirit sword towards his waist with his leg.
The two ninth-level spiritual sword masters were stunned for a moment. This is too fake! They physically shook two high-grade spiritual swords controlled by the ninth-level spiritual sword masters! Are these still human beings?
Mo Wen pulled his right hand, and the ninth-level spirit sword master who was still in shock involuntarily rushed towards Mo Wen. Then Mo Wen pointed his right hand like a sword and directly inserted it into the throat of the ninth-level spiritual sword master.
Blood mist spattered, and the ninth-level spirit sword master's neck was blown open. There was still a look of disbelief in his eyes after death, and his head fell heavily to the dust.
Such a sharp blow was sure to kill, and the ninth-level spirit sword master next to him was so frightened that he retreated backwards. He did not dare to face Mo Wen again and just wanted to escape as far as he could!
Mo Wen kept moving, tapping his feet lightly, and broke away from the encirclement of many ninth-level spirit sword masters. He flew out more than ten feet away in an instant, and was already a hundred feet away in a moment.
"Damn it! Don't let him run away! Chase him!"
The faces of many ninth-level spirit sword masters were livid, and they rushed to catch up. Only the surviving ninth-level spiritual sword master who had just taken a look at Mo Wen did not move. He looked at the retreating figure with lingering fear and felt deeply relieved.
In one breath. He had never fought before and had no idea how scary that person was. He didn't have the courage to face him again.
"Since this fellow swordsman is here, why bother leaving in a hurry?"
As Mo Wen flew thousands of feet away, a voice came from above his head, and then he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a figure appeared in front of him, blocking his way.
Mo Wen stopped with a heavy stomp of his foot, crushing the roof of a house, and then used the momentum to float back ten feet, landing on another roof, and looked solemnly at the person who blocked his figure.
The person who came was none other than the young man from the Light Sword Sect of the Yan State who seriously injured Yue! At this time, the other party stared at Mo Wen with a playful expression and looked him up and down.
"It's strange. The path of the swordsmen is not like that of the Yujian Sect, nor is it like the previous Tianjian Sect. I wonder which sword sect they come from?"
Mo Wen squinted his eyes and stared at the young man closely. He was also frightened by the mysterious swordsmanship that the young man used to severely injure Yue that day. A person like Yue could be seriously injured with one strike, not to mention his sword-refining skills.
A little spiritual swordsman who has not yet passed the stage.
"Aren't you going to tell me?" The young man smiled faintly: "Then I'll take a look myself."
A bright light rose under the young man's feet, and then the young man's body seemed to turn into a stream of light, instantly appearing in front of Mo Wen's eyes, and he touched Mo Wen's forehead with a finger!
Mo Wen was shocked, the opponent's instant burst of movement, the sprint speed was not slower than Qingyun Bu! Obviously the opponent also had special footwork.
There was no time for him to think about it. If this advice was true, Mo Wen could definitely imagine that his head would explode into paste like a ripe tomato!
It was too late to dodge this finger. Mo Wen instantly immersed himself in Leng Yue's artistic conception. He moved his fingers lightly and performed the sword style that was most familiar to him! Leng Yue did not have a specific and complicated luck route, so Mo Wen
It can only be released naturally with artistic conception based on the sensory trajectory. In terms of speed and suddenness, it is definitely the best in the world!
The moment the black line appeared, the young man's expression suddenly changed, and a light flashed under his feet, turning into a stream of fluid and flowing out. Naturally, the finger pointed at Mo Wen's forehead was self-defeating.
Silently, behind the young man who had just stood up, a piece of the curved and protruding eaves fell off. The crack was smooth and flat, like a mirror.
The young man's pupils shrank, and the relaxed expression of control on his face disappeared. He struggled to spit out a few words: "Jue, Ming, Sword, Hitomi!"
"Are you a disciple of Weiguo Mo Jianmen?" The young man looked at Mo Wen again with an ugly expression.
Mo Wen snorted and said nothing. But the young man took it as his acquiescence, and his face became even more ugly: "Do you, the Mo Jian Sect, also want to get a share of the Zhao Kingdom's pie? No, the Mo Jian Sect has only one lineage, and there are very few disciples.
, there is no need for so many spiritual vein resources!”
Mo Wen remained silent, watching the young man suspiciously indifferently.
His eyes flickered for a while, and the young man suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at Mo Wen carefully. Suddenly, without any warning, he raised his hand and shot out a sword energy, going straight to Mo Wen's heart!
Mo Wen frowned, moved his fingers slightly, and Leng Yue started again.
Boo! The sword energy emitted by the young man seemed to be hit by an invisible force, disintegrated in the air, and dissipated in the air. But the young man was not surprised but delighted. He stared at Mo Wen's hand and sneered: "The fatal sword pupil of Mo Jianmen
But I’ve never heard of people using their hands! What kind of disciple are you? If you interfere in the affairs of Zhao State, your elders are not afraid of getting into trouble?"
Mo Wen's heart skipped a beat. Being discovered was beyond his expectation, but he didn't expect that this unnecessary tiger skin would be able to deceive everyone. Taking advantage of the distance between the two of them, he threw it directly into the courtyard below.
The incident in the dungeon had already alarmed the entire villa. Now basically all the children from the aristocratic families who participated in the Sword Club had rushed to the area. There were many people in every nearby courtyard. Mo Wen chose a place with a relatively dense population and broke in.
"Ah! Be careful! The demon monster is coming!"
"Catch him! Don't let him go!"
Many enthusiastic young people shouted, and the whole crowd was in chaos. Several nearby courtyards were also implicated, jumping up and down in the courtyard or on the walls and roofs.
The corners of the young man's mouth curved slightly: "Interesting, but if you want to escape with these, you underestimate me, Hua Tianfeng."
The chaos in the villa quickly extended into the distance. In the end, thousands of people and the royal guards in the villa were involved. There were shouts of catching the evildoers of the Demon Sect everywhere, and there were even hands moving in many places.
Fight together.
"Here! Get him!"
"Ouch! Who's going to kill me with a sword?"
"Ah! Who stabbed me in the butt!"
"Let me go! I'm not a demon, why are you arresting me?"
Chaos was happening in almost every courtyard, and at the edge of the chaos, there was a relatively quiet courtyard, with dozens of figures standing on the roof, looking coldly at the chaos like chasing a duck.
"Fortunately we were standing far away, otherwise we would have become part of this monkey show." A young man in his thirties chuckled.
But soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because chaos was coming here again at an extremely fast speed, and spiritual sword masters from all directions were faintly rushing in this direction.
"what happened?"
"Prepare to meet the enemy."
Mu Lei shouted in a deep voice, waking up a group of Mu family disciples. At the same time, a figure flew from the front, as fast as a ghost, and landed on the wall of the courtyard not far away in the blink of an eye. Several Mu family disciples immediately
He drew his sword and faced him forward, slashing out sword energy to form a sword net that covered the figure on the wall.
Mo Wen borrowed some force from his feet on the top of the wall, rushed forward suddenly, smashed the sword net in an instant, and shot towards the next courtyard without slowing down at all. But at this moment, a slightly thin figure suddenly appeared on the top of the opposite wall.
, a sword struck Mo Wen's head.
Mo Wen held Xiao Di with his left hand, and used the claw of his right hand to smash the sword light, and then continued to grab the person on the head, blowing the person's hair away with fierce force, revealing a pretty face that was slightly pale.
Mo Wen's heart was shaken, and he retracted the claw. The condensed sword energy rushed back along the meridians, and the meridians were immediately damaged. When the sword energy in the body stagnated, Qingyun Step was forcibly interrupted, and the body fell involuntarily.
A sword energy slashed from the side and behind. Mo Wen subconsciously turned his head, and the sharp sword energy swept across his face. Although it did not cause any damage to his face, the towel on his face was shredded by the sword energy.
"It's you..." Mu Qingqing looked at Mo Wen's face in confusion.
"It's the Demon Moon!"
For most people, Mo Wen's face is still inevitably associated with the ruthless valley demon.
Mo Wen took a deep look at the cold figure on the wall, ignored the sword energy coming from behind, jumped up to the roof next to him, and threw himself into the distance.
"Don't let him get away! Catch him quickly!"
A large group of spirit sword masters from behind shouted and chased after them. Mu Qingqing stood on the wall, staring blankly at the retreating figure.
"Swordsman, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"
A hundred-foot-long incandescent sword slashed across the sky, like a sky-cutting sword that tore through the night and illuminated the entire night sky. The terrifying sword fell on Mo Wen's body.
Mo Wen groaned and felt the blood all over his body solidify in an instant. The pressure of the sword seemed to be boundless, which made Mo Wen feel as small and helpless as an ant shaking a tree. This feeling far exceeded what Qingcheng had experienced before.
That Elder Huo!
Is this the strength of a spiritual swordsman in the middle stage of Sword Meridian? In the early stage and in the middle stage, there is a huge difference in strength between a small realm!
The sword light was very fast, as fast as a stream of light. Mo Wen had no time to react, and the sword energy that was as bright as the sun fell on him. For a moment, Mo Wen once again thought that he was dead, but this powerful force
After the unparalleled sword light fell on his body, 90% of the power suddenly flowed to the side, and only less than 10% acted on him.
The fierce and violent Jinxing sword energy easily cut through Mo Wen's body, which was as strong as a top-grade spiritual sword, and penetrated deep into the body. There was a dense crackling sound of muscles breaking and bones cracking, and Mo Wen's whole body was pressed by the sword light.
On the ground, his body was covered in blood and flesh, and Xiaodi, who had been holding him, rolled to the side, but was not attacked by the sword light at all.
His body was horribly seriously injured, but Mo Wen was not in a coma. The severe pain only stimulated his mind to become more tenacious and clear-headed. The Yunyu Sword Qi and Hunyuan Sword Qi all boiled in his Dantian, and they spontaneously circulated in the meridians, resisting the rampage in the body.
The golden sword energy.
In terms of quality, the Jinxing Sword Qi in the body far exceeds the two sword qi, but the Yunyu Sword Qi exerted a unique attribute at this time. It actually slowly swallowed the invading Jinxing Sword Qi and transformed it into more
The pure water sword energy and cloud and rain sword energy are growing at a very impressive speed, and the barrier of the seventh level is completely broken at this moment!
But what’s even more strange is the Hunyuan Sword Qi! These sword Qi are like a purification machine. Wherever they pass, the violent external Jinxing sword Qi calms down one after another and turns into masses of pure sword Qi without an owner. I was originally stunned.
The golden sword energy seeds in the Dantian automatically follow the Hunyuan sword energy, like a tail, swallowing up the purified golden sword energy one after another, growing rapidly!
Everything that happened made Mo Wen not sure whether he should be happy or worried. In short, he was lying on the ground without any resistance, and his eyes covered by blood struggled to see a figure falling not far away.
Hua Tianfeng clasped his hands behind his back, with a trace of pity in his eyes: "You should be Ghost Sword Wenmo? Your path does not belong to any sect in the Zhao Kingdom or the surrounding countries. You should have had the mantle of some ancient spiritual swordsman by chance.
.I am very interested in your sword style that is similar to the Death Sword Eye, so I spared your life."
"Deputy leader!"
"I've met the deputy leader!"
"The deputy leader is really powerful! This Demon Sect demon can't stop your sword!"
The spirit sword masters at the rear had already caught up and saluted Hua Tianfeng one after another, and naturally, flattery was also indispensable.
Hua Tianfeng waved his hand impatiently: "Throw them into the dungeon. The interrogation will be temporarily suspended. No one is allowed to step into the dungeon without my permission!"
"Yes! Deputy leader!"
Although the spirit sword masters were confused, they did not dare to ask more questions and nodded in agreement.
But at this moment, someone suddenly shouted in horror: "Oh no! Why is the person missing? Ah! It's a monster!"
The figures of Mo Wen and Xiao Di disappeared from where they were just now, and were replaced by a black python as thick as a bucket! It was spitting out snake letters ferociously, as if it wanted to choose someone to devour.
Hua Tianfeng's expression changed, light flashed from his waist, the spirit sword fell into his hand, and he slashed at something!
The sword energy disappeared into the air, and a layer of ripples suddenly appeared in the empty place. A jade plate suddenly appeared and fell to the ground in two halves.
Looking at the scrapped array, Hua Tianfeng's face turned gloomy: "Thousand Phantom Snake Shadow Array! What a descendant of the Heartless Valley!"
At the same time that the formation plate was shattered, the big black snake also disappeared into the air. The original ground was already empty. Many spirit sword masters looked at each other, and most of them didn't know what happened.
A strange color flashed in Hua Tianfeng's eyes, he raised his head and said sternly: "Now find all the people who are outside, and re-search the courtyards of Mingjian Villa. We must not let go of any place where people can be hidden!" dd