The cold light stood out, killing intent burst out, and the cold breath of death rushed towards his face like a tide. 1 1 Mo Hao was shocked. He instinctively stepped hard with his feet, and his whole body shot straight back like a sharp arrow. But what happened?
In this way, the sharp wind also left a shallow scratch on his neck.
Blood instantly overflowed from the wound. Mo Hao covered the wound with one hand, his eyes filled with horror. He never expected that Hou Zheng, who seemed weak, could strike so fiercely and so fast.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... This boy's personality is very suitable for me, but his strength is pitifully weak. It is really unwise to attack a stone with an egg..." Huang Banxian leaned against the car door, looking at the battlefield with leisurely eyes, and murmuring something.
"This boy has a strong character and hates evil as much as he hates evil. It's a pity, it's a pity..."
Chen Feng sat in the car and said "It's a pity" twice. Although he did not open the car door and look outside, with his powerful spiritual mind, everything that happened outside was still clearly presented in his mind.
"Hmph, you are so arrogant. With such strength, you dare to be so arrogant. It's ridiculous!" Hou Zheng squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Hao, who was not far away, with a look of horror on his face, and said sinisterly.
Huang Zhihai smiled, hugged his shoulders, and had no intention of stopping Hou Zheng. Although he and Mo Hao were from the same sect, Mo Hao was only an outer disciple, and he was only a registered disciple, not to mention that Mo Hao had just been
He had contradicted him in words, so Huang Zhihai was happy to stand aside and watch the show.
The blood slowly flowed out between his fingers. Feeling the viscosity and temperature of the blood, Mo Hao said nothing and slowly pulled out the long knife from his waist with his other hand.
"Haha, I have some backbone, but backbone can kill people!" Seeing that Mo Hao did not beg for mercy, but actually wanted to fight with him, Hou Zheng teased and suddenly laughed, smiling very happily.
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"Young Master, let me do it. He is a piece of trash and is not worthy of fighting with you!" At this time, a Nanyue Sect disciple quickly stepped forward, came to Hou Zheng's side and said.
The visitor's temples were bulging high, and his whole body exuded a dark luster like cast iron. It was obvious that he was not weak in strength.
"No, today I'm going to see if it's this guy's fate or his backbone that's tough!" Hou Zheng shook his head and rejected the man's kindness. Then he stepped lightly with one foot, and his whole body was like a shooting star.
Rushed towards Mo Hao.
Mo Hao's eyes were red, and he roared like a wild beast. He swung the long knife in his hand fiercely, turned into layers of knife shadows, and slashed towards Hou Zheng.
For a moment, the light of the sword flashed, and human figures flew around. Among the layers of sword shadows, Hou Zheng was like an agile ape, shuttling back and forth. No matter how hard Mo Hao tried, he could not touch Hou Zheng in the slightest.
His hands were flying, and the folding fan was collected by Hou Zheng at his waist. Then he turned his palms into fists and danced wildly in the light of the sword. There was only a burst of banging noises in the field, and his fists passed through the sword turned into a long sword like raindrops.
The curtain hit Mo Hao hard on the body.
Mo Haoru was struck by lightning, and his whole body was like a human-shaped sandbag. In just a short moment, he had been punched by Hou Zheng countless times.
But although Mo Hao was in pain, he didn't say a word. He still gritted his teeth and waved the long knife in his hand vigorously, hoping to hit Hou Zheng who was close at hand.
Time passed, and after half a stick of incense, Hou Zheng suddenly put away the smile on his lips and his face turned cold. At the same time, he pulled out the folding fan from his waist and stabbed forward with one hand.
He avoided Mo Chou's attack at an extremely tricky angle and stabbed Mo Rou's heart like lightning.
Everything happened so fast that the crowd present could only let out a cry of surprise when they saw Hou Zheng's folding fan arriving in front of Mo Hao.
At this moment, Mo Hao was in great pain all over his body, and his movements had obviously slowed down. His eyes were so swollen that he could not see Hou Zheng's movements clearly. However, Hou Zheng's strike was as fast as thunder, completely blocking Mo Hao.
Of all the escape routes, Mo Hao had no room to escape.
"Hey 7e!" The patrolling soldier who had just been following Mo Hao sighed. Everyone could see that this attack would definitely kill Mo Hao.
"Touch!" But just as the soldiers guarding the city sighed, and the people in the city closed their eyes, a crisp sound suddenly came, and in front of Mo Hao, a wretched old man who was nearly fifty years old and with a skinny figure stood straight.
He stood in front of him, and a long sword in the old man's hand just blocked Hou Zheng's attack.
"Huh?" Hou Zheng let out a light sigh, retreated suddenly, and then raised his eyes to look at the other party. After seeing the other party's appearance clearly, he asked in a deep voice: "Who are you, and why are you helping me?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... little baby, as the saying goes, it is better to dissolve enemies than to make knots. Although Xiaoyou Mo has offended you before, you should not have murderous thoughts in your heart. Listen to my words, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Stop it.
, otherwise I will definitely let you know what it means to have a bright universe, a clear mirror to my heart, one person to achieve the Tao, chickens and dogs ascending to heaven, and a vast sea of people..."
What is all this nonsense? Everyone was confused by the old man's words. They didn't know what he wanted to express. However, the old man still happily muttered some words to himself that no one could understand.
"Old man, I advise you to mind your own business. This is not your business..." After listening for a long time, Hou Zheng, who really didn't understand, couldn't help but interrupt the old man!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... little baby, my compassion is known to the world. I have given you good advice today, but why are you so ignorant? Do you really want me to go on a killing spree to save all sentient beings? Do you know that I..."
The old man didn't finish what he said, because Hou Zheng didn't want to listen to his nonsense. Hou Zheng raised his sword eyebrows slightly, staggered his feet slightly, and rushed towards the old man like a cheetah, and then flicked the folding fan in his hand.
When the wheel was turned, a strong wind struck and struck the old man's left arm severely.
Sensing Hou Zheng's movements, the old man's expression remained unchanged. He waved his hand leisurely, and the long sword in his hand roared like a dragon and emitted a dazzling golden light. Immediately, the surrounding space shook violently. Before Hou Zheng could reach him, he was hit by a wave of energy.
Swallowed by the powerful force, the whole person retreated like a cannonball.
"Pfft!" Before he could stand still, Hou Zheng felt the energy and blood in his body churning, his mouth felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Young Master!" Everyone in the Nanyue faction was startled by the sudden change. They stepped forward to support Hou Zheng, and then looked at the old man in horror. However, the old man leisurely stroked his beard with his left hand and danced the long sword into a sword with his right hand.
Hua, and then placed the long sword ### on his waist. The whole movement was smooth and flowing, which can be described as extremely coquettish.
"You... what kind of magic method are you using!" Hou Zheng gritted his teeth, suppressed the churning air in his body, pushed away the disciple who was supporting him, and asked in a deep voice with unwillingness.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... little baby, the world is so big, how can an ignorant child like you understand it? I have been practicing hard for decades, and my kung fu has already reached its peak. Not to mention you, a small Nanyue sect, even the whole of Nanning, there are
Who is worthy of fighting with me? Who can understand the loneliness of 7e masters? In the vast world, where is my home..."
The old man looked up to the sky and sighed, a feeling of loneliness emerged out of thin air, as if in this world, only defeat was his lifelong wish, but this wish was so ethereal, so unreal, and the loneliness in the field was deeply affecting.
Touch everyone present.
Mo Hao stood behind the old man, looking at the old man's seemingly thin, but actually extremely majestic body. Mo Hao gradually became stunned.
The crowd stood on the left and right, looking at the old man silently, their eyes full of admiration and admiration.
Huang Zhihai looked at the old man stupidly, astonished by the old man's strength. His face showed envy or envy. Is this the highest state of martial arts?
Hou Zheng's mind went blank after being told by the old man. He didn't know how to respond because he couldn't tell whether what the old man said was true or not.
But Chen Feng, who was sitting in the car, started laughing. Huang Banxian was so damn talented. He must have been born in the wrong place. If it were a modern era, those so-called movie kings and queens would be absolutely weak in front of Huang Banxian, because
Huang Banxian's acting skills are so powerful, he has even reached the highest level of pretending to be x, that is, if he has x in his heart, he is x!
It was as quiet as death. Only Huang Banxian looked up to the sky and sighed, talking about the vast universe, feeling lonely in his heart.
After a long while, Huang Banxian finally vented his sadness. He lowered his head and glanced at the crowd, then shook his head silently and said softly: "That's it...that's all... I'm sad in my heart. How can you understand it? Let's go... let's go."
Bar……"
After that, Huang Banxian turned around lonely, wearing a light yellow gown, and gradually disappeared from people's sight. But just as Huang Banxian disappeared, he seemed to suddenly remember something, turned his head sharply, blinked his little eyes, and said
: "By the way, my name is Huang Banxian, remember not to touch Little Friend Mo!"
After saying this, Huang Banxian disappeared into the crowd with satisfaction, leaving behind a group of stupid martial artists and poor people.
Arriving in front of the car, Huang Banxian grinned excitedly. It was so good. It felt so good to have strength. He was very intoxicated with his performance just now. But unlike Huang Banxian, Chen Feng crossed his legs and said thoughtfully:
"Old Huang, what would happen if a person withstood hundreds of punches?"
Um? Huang Banxian didn't know why Chen Feng asked this question, but after thinking about it, he answered: "Of course he will die!"
Well! Chen Feng snorted lightly and fell into silence again! Huang Banxian shook his head, turned over his hand and grabbed a long whip from the ring, and was about to drive the carriage. But when he picked up the long whip, Chen Feng
The voice suddenly came again: "By the way, I finally know what's wrong!"
After saying this, Chen Feng's voice fell and he hurriedly said: "Old Huang, bring Mo Hao to see me quickly! I have something to ask him!"
Um? Huang Banxian was stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it, Mo Hao seemed to be no threat to his position, so he dodged and returned to the crowd without hesitation. Without waiting for anyone to ask questions, he reached out and grabbed Mo Hao. Under the stunned eyes of everyone
Among them, he returned directly to the carriage and then walked away...
