The sudden laughter suddenly broke the tense atmosphere deep in Zhongnan Mountain.
Everyone in the Ming Cult was surprised, but they couldn't help but get angry. Except for the almost dead Mo Li, there are still people in the world who dare to interfere with their Ming Cult's business. Do they really think that their Ming Cult is a soft persimmon?!
King Yin Ye's face became increasingly ugly. He slowly turned his head and turned his gaze toward the forest with everyone.
Under the moonlight, I saw a young man walking out slowly. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was dressed in a green shirt and holding a long sword. His brows were full of heroism and there was a gentle smile on his lips.
"Mo...Junior Brother Mo?!"
Looking at the figure in green clothes walking out of the forest, with those familiar features and eyes, a wave of disbelief surged into Song Qingshu's face. How could he appear here? Wasn't he lying on the bed and about to die?
At the critical moment, a savior suddenly appeared. For a moment, Song Qingshu couldn't believe it, but thought it was an illusion!
Not only him, but also all the masters of Mingjiao and Zhou Zhiruo looked at each other. The scene of him unconscious on Huashan Mountain that day did not seem to be fake, and the anxious scene of the Wudang Seven Heroes running around seeking medicine did not seem to be fake. Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo went deep into the final scene.
Nanshan was looking for medicine and was trapped here by them. He was on the verge of death. It was not a lie. In this case, how could he still be intact and still appear here?!
Many questions and thoughts flickered in the minds of this group of Ming Cult demons. They stood there in a daze, and for a moment they didn't know whether to run away or take action.
"You...you are Mo Li?!"
A voice of shock mixed with disbelief came from King Yin Ye's mouth, and a fierce look suddenly appeared on his surprised and fearful face. He said to himself: "No
It's possible, it's absolutely impossible. With Ba Siba being so tyrannical, Mo Li is already injured and dying. Even with the help of a skilled doctor, there's no way he can recover in just a few days."
"So, there is only one possibility..."
The negative emotions on King Yin Ye's face had disappeared at this moment, and were replaced by a confident smile. He took a step forward, closed the folding fan in his hand, pointed at Mo Li and said loudly: "You must be disguised.
You want to use Mo Li’s name to scare us away, right?!”
Disguise?!
Upon hearing this, all the banner leaders of Mingjiao thought it made sense.
Yes, with Pasiba's martial arts, how could he recover so quickly even if he was a sword god?
"You bastard, how dare you pretend to be a fool in front of us men? I see you don't want to live anymore!"
Zhuang Zheng shouted sternly: "Why don't you tell me your name quickly? Maybe I can give you a good time!"
Mo Li flicked his sleeves with his fingers and couldn't help but feel funny. He didn't expect these people to think that he was a fake. It seemed that he needed to prove himself today.
"I want to see how you are going to make me unhappy."
Li Mo Li smiled calmly and walked towards Song Qingshu.
His pace is not fast, but as he moves, his clothes swing with great charm, as if he is integrated with the world, so natural and harmonious that people are subconsciously immersed in it.
Seeing the young man approaching step by step, all the demons present could not help but retreat in their hearts. Could this be true? Otherwise, how could they dare to be so sure?
It can't be true!
King Yin Ye had already spent a lot of money to bribe the medicine boy next to Yan Miaoshou. Thinking of what the medicine boy said, Mo Li was unconscious and had less than two months to live, and the fierce look in his eyes grew!
Since you are seeking death, don't blame me!
He winked at Zhuang Zheng.
Zhuang Zheng understood, and swung the heavy mace fiercely into the air. Amidst the sharp roar, a vicious wind mixed with the smell of blood rushed towards Mo Li, blowing his clothes loudly!
"Boy, if you take one more step forward, I will smash your head into pieces!" Zhuang Zheng shouted in a cold voice.
Li Qiye ignored him and continued to walk forward on his own.
"court death!"
He groaned angrily, and the evil energy all over his body suddenly surged. As he moved with all his strength, the muscles of his arms rose high, tightening his clothes. A strong aura burst out from his body, and he
Swinging the mace iron rod in his hand, it turned into a phantom and smashed towards Mo Li. Wherever it passed, all the grass and trees were swept up by the strong wind. It was really vicious!
However, the young man in green shirt acted as if he had not seen it. He did not dodge or dodge. Faced with this extremely fierce blow, he still stepped forward, as if he had no time to react!
You are dead!
Zhuang Zheng looked at the indifferent young man, with a ferocious smile on his lips. He seemed to have seen the bloody appearance of the young man's brains being smashed out!
With this stick, even large bluestones can be smashed to pieces!
But at this moment, a hand appeared in front of him, a hand that seemed to be blocking him.
The palm is white and slender, perfect for holding a sword.
But at this time, there was no sword in the hand.
It bent its finger and flicked it slightly. The movement was extremely slow, so slow that it seemed like it was being played back frame by frame. It appeared clearly in everyone's eyes, but it happened to be just in front of the mace.
when!
A dull sound sounded, the fingers and the mace collided, and the next moment, a horrifying scene appeared.
But he saw the menacing Zhuang Zheng groaning, and then he flew backwards with his stick, breaking several big trees one after another, and then stopped there, and the big wolf-toothed stick made of fine iron was also
There is an additional mark of a deep depression.
"this……"
In the night, a series of gasps of cold air sounded.
King Yin Ye's face froze, and he looked at Li Li with a look of fear.
Defeat Zhuang Zheng with one finger!
How is this possible?!
The Ming Cult followers and banner leaders looked at Zhuang Zheng who was lying on the ground and vomiting blood. They couldn't believe what they saw!
This is the leader of the Five Elements Flag Master. Not only is his martial arts top-notch among first-class masters, but he is also gifted with divine power. Even the best masters cannot easily defeat Zhuang Zheng!
Did he lose so easily?
Looking at Zhuang Zheng and the young man in green shirt with sword, a great chill surged into their hearts, making them shudder.
Yes, ordinary people cannot do this, but if he is Mo Li, it is not difficult to do this.
So, Mo Li, who was supposed to be lying on the bed on the verge of death, really appeared here?!
As soon as this thought arose, their whole bodies were suddenly shrouded in fear.
Mo Li, the Sword God Mo Li, was a peerless swordsman who could kill Yang Xiao, the leader of the Left Envoy of Light, with one sword. Now he is the best in the world in killing the living Buddha Pasiba. He is still alive?!
Mo Li patted the lapel of his clothes and said with a smile: "Why, do you believe that I am Mo Li now?"
If you don’t believe it, I’ll beat you until you believe it!
With his current martial arts skills, let alone a first-rate master, he is a top master who has accessed the Rendu and Dumai channels. To kill him, it is only a matter of three moves and two moves.
Although there were many masters of the Demon Cult present, in his eyes, they were all just chickens and dogs, vulnerable to a single blow.
Silence, although there were many people in this mountain forest, they were all silent.
No one dared to answer the call, and no one knew how to answer the call.
"Junior Brother Mo, it's really you!"
Song Qingshu broke the silence and said with a joyful face: "Your injury is greatly healed, why are you here?"
Although he had not escaped yet, once Mo Li's identity was confirmed, he still felt extremely at ease even in the dragon's pond and tiger's den surrounded by wolves.
As long as this Junior Brother Mo is here, there will be no smooth road in the world.
Of course, this joy was not only because Mo Li showed up to save him, but also because he was happy that his junior brother who had grown up with him was out of danger. He had already lost a master and could not accept losing another one.
A junior brother.
"You set off the fireworks yourself and you asked me why I'm here?"
Li Li said with a half-smile: "Did I show up at the wrong time and delay your hero's rescue of the beauty?"
A blush appeared on Zhou Zhiruo's pale face. She lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at Mo Li.
Song Qingshu said angrily: "Junior brother, Junior Sister Zhiruo and I just came out together to look for medicine, how can you talk such nonsense?"
"Hey, Junior Sister Zhiruo, my name is Miss Zhou." Li Qiye's smile became even stronger.
Song Qingshu was speechless for a moment. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's head lowered further, he took a deep breath and did not dare to refute again.
Seeing the three of them talking there as if no one else was around, as if he and the others did not exist, King Yin Ye became angry.
What is his status? He is the second-largest figure in the Ming Cult. Wherever he goes, everyone in the world is frightened. How has he ever received such treatment?
What a shame, he is Mo Li!
Looking at the young man's face, and thinking of all the deeds he had heard or seen about this man, he felt full of powerlessness.
He sighed, stepped forward, raised his hands in salute, and said respectfully: "Mo Shaoxia, when we meet you today, we admit defeat. You can figure out what to do."
Hearing this, the remaining masters of the Ming Cult all looked at Mo Li expectantly. It was really uncomfortable to face this sword god, even if he never showed his momentum or attacked them, but just the sword god Mo Li.
These four words make them unable to straighten their backs and fill them with fear!
"Admit defeat?"
Li Qiye smiled, looked back and said: "You intend to surround and kill my senior brother and this junior sister Zhou. If I hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid they would have died long ago. For such a thing, you can just say this lightly."
Do you want to get over it easily after being planted?"
"Mo Shaoxia, Song Shaoxia and Zhou Nuxia are fine after all. As long as you are willing to spare me and others, you can raise any conditions." King Yin Ye said seriously.
Li Qiye shook his head and said calmly: "Blood debt must be paid with blood. Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Let's take action together."
A seemingly invisible force of sharp energy rose up from his body, covering all the Ming Cult demons present.
Under that energy, everyone has a clear understanding that as long as they make a move, a thunder strike is waiting for them!
No one dared to move.
Cold sweat gradually broke out on their foreheads, and the fear in their hearts grew stronger and stronger, almost overwhelming their will to resist!
This process is very torturous and painful. Waiting for death is far more uncomfortable than when death comes!
Finally, someone couldn't bear it any longer, but it was Peng Yingyu who shouted loudly and said: "You bitch, I will fight with you!"
He was running wildly, with a crazy look on his face. All his internal energy was concentrated on his palms. His monk's robe was swollen and rounded. He raised his palms and moved towards Mo Ligai. Before he could reach his palms, a smelly smell hit his face.
, it is the black sand palm that he has been practicing hard for decades!
As soon as he made a move, it was like a signal. The remaining Mingjiao masters could no longer hold back. They each used their unique skills and raised various weapons to kill Mo Li head-on!
More than a dozen top Mingjiao masters, including King Yin Ye, all launched a siege. The violent energy overturned all the land within a radius of more than ten feet, and the grass, trees, insects, and ants were all turned into powder by the force.
Block all the spaces for Mo Li to move and dodge!
Although they were hiding behind Mo Li, Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu still felt the strong pressure brought by the powerful force. Under that kind of force, the two of them could not resist at all, even if they were as strong as
Song Qingshu, even if he uses Tai Chi swordsmanship, he may not be able to block a single blow!
Fortunately, there was no need for him to resist. Although he didn't know how to break this crisis, he knew that the man in front of him would definitely break this crisis easily.
Under the moonlight, a flash of sword light suddenly appeared on the ferocious faces of the masters of the Demon Sect.
It was a mottled black and red sword light. It was as bright as a mighty giant, yet extremely condensed and pure. It shone brightly across the sky, filling the heaven and earth. Even the bright moon in the sky was obscured by the brilliance of this sword light.
Zheng!
The sound of the long sword sheathing was heard, and in the dark night, all the sword light disappeared without a trace, and the terrifying energy that oppressed people's hearts like mountains and seas also disappeared without a trace.
Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo still had a hint of amazement from the sword light in their pupils, and their faces were full of inexplicable horror.
Plop, plop, plop...
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard endlessly, but it was the demons of the Ming Cult who had just rushed over, including King Yin Ye, and all of them were spared. There was a sword mark deeply visible in the eyebrows.
One sword, only one sword!
Even if they had known about Mo Li's martial arts and knew that Mo Li would win, Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo could not help but feel horrified. These were the vast majority of the first-rate masters of the Ming Cult. Even if Mo Li used a few more swords, they would not have such expressions!
Song Qingshu felt his throat was dry and swallowed subconsciously. He said, "It seems that your injury, junior brother, is really healed."
Li Mo Li shook his head and said, "According to Doctor Yan, I only have three years left to live."
Three years?!
Song Qingshu's heart tightened, why are there only three years left?
"Let's go."
Li Qiye spoke out, interrupting the question he wanted to ask, and turned around and walked away.
Walk?
"Where to go?"
Song Qingshu asked subconsciously.
Li Mo Li smiled, looked up in the direction of Chang'an City, and said, "I'm going to look for the White-browed Eagle King."
"All his sons and the church members have left. Wouldn't it be lonely if he is left alone in this world?"