Mo Li's clear and firm voice echoed in the room, making the faces of Xiang Wentian and the other four people look extremely ugly.
And the moment he finished speaking, Mo Li drew his sword.
Zheng!
There was a clear and clear sword cry, like a dragon's roar, high and sweet, which made the four people tremble all over.
The sword light, a fierce black and red mottled sword light, slashed towards the four people with an indomitable and determined attitude.
The chill, the bone-chilling chill, completely surrounded the four people present.
That's the smell of death.
This was the first time they saw Li Li draw his sword, and it was most likely the last time.
Li Qiye really had murderous intentions.
There were rare moments when he wanted to kill so much. The last time he faced Zuo Lengchan and Huo Xiu.
It seems that people in this world are not afraid of death. No matter how ruthless he is and how many masters he kills, there are always people coming one after another to cause trouble for him.
Apart from using the sword in his hand to make these people pay an irreparable price, he had no other good solution.
The sword light, the extremely condensed sword light, has already occupied all four people's field of vision.
There is nothing else in heaven or on earth but this sword!
The black and red mottled sword light carries an invincible belief and a murderous intention to destroy everything. It is full of momentum and mighty, as if it is going to chop the world into pieces!
Have these people ever seen such a terrifying sword intent?
Under that kind of murderous aura, they only felt that their bodies were stiff and wanted to wield weapons to resist, but their hearts were full of fear and fear, and they had no courage at all.
Yes, in the face of this sword, they didn't even have the courage to fight back!
Except for Xiang Wentian.
This Envoy of Light has been at the top of his game for many years. Not only has his own skill reached its peak, but he has also often seen Dongfang Bubai's attacks. He has long been aware of the terrifying power of the Grandmaster.
Moreover, Mo Li did not use his innate sword intention. With his martial arts, he could naturally get rid of the influence of Mo Li's murderous intention.
He knew that there was no way to retreat at this moment, so he drew out the long sword from his waist without hesitation. All the distracting thoughts in his mind were driven away with the movement of his skills, and there was only that stunning sword light in front of him!
kill!
Xiang Wentian shouted in his heart, with murderous intent all over his body, he slashed the long sword in his hand, and headed towards the sword light!
The sword's light was like frost, and the sharp and cold Qi permeated the entire room, which seemed to be on par with Qi Li's sword power.
Not to mention, his sword skills also contain an unparalleled and tyrannical sword intention, which is determined to destroy everything in a person!
Not only must the opponent's body be destroyed, but also the belief and soul must be killed and obliterated!
Arrogant, domineering, and overflowing with murderous intent!
This is Xiang Wentian's sword, and it is his capital to secure the position of the Sun Moon God Sect's left envoy of light!
Since you want me to die, then even if I die, I will bite off a piece of your flesh!
This is the truest thought in Xiang Wentian's heart.
It's a pity that the ending is destined to disappoint him and everyone present.
After the cold sword light came into contact with the mottled sword light, it was completely crushed in an instant, and the sword light was shattered in an instant.
He only heard the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, and Xiang Wentian felt an immense force coming from him. The scimitar made of hundreds of refined steel in his palm was cut off directly!
The fierce sword energy rushed over and slashed straight to the neck!
Phew!
There was a dull sound, and everyone saw a splash of blood. The tall old man's head hit the ground with a bang, and the blood fountain surged up three feet, dyeing his white clothes scarlet!
One sword kills the head!
Another sword owl head!
Sword Demon, still the same Sword Demon!
The remaining three people looked at the headless body on the ground with fearful expressions, looked at the severed scimitar, and then looked at Mo Li. Their faces and eyes were filled with fear, and their teeth were so frightened that they bumped up and down.
It rattled.
Dead, Xiang Wentian is dead!
The dignified Zuo Envoy of Guangming, the most important figure in the Sun Moon God Sect, died under Mo Li's sword like this!
Just like the rumors, he only used one sword with one sword!
With one strike of the sword, the corpses were separated, as if he had killed not a top expert in the world, but a chicken or duck on the roadside.
The three of them looked at the figure in white standing with a sword, feeling that fear had overwhelmed all reason!
Li Mo Li looked at the three of them, his eyes finally fixed on Ren Yingying, and he walked over.
Seeing the young swordsman with a stern face walking towards her, Ren Yingying could no longer suppress the fear in her heart!
She screamed and shouted: "Stop, you can't kill me, you can't kill me!"
"Oh, why can't I kill you?"
Li Li's sword was slowly placed on her neck, and he said with a cold face: "Is it possible that you can only threaten me, but I can't take your life?"
"I am the holy aunt of the Sun and Moon God Sect, and I am the daughter of the previous leader. If you kill me, the entire Sun and Moon God Sect will definitely kill you at all costs to avenge me!"
Ren Yingying said anxiously: "Dongfang Bubai will never let you go, never let you go!"
"Let me go. As long as you let me go, I will agree to any conditions. I will also help you cover up Uncle Xiang's death..."
At the critical moment of her life, Ren Yingying no longer regained her previous coolness, but became like a mad dog, shouting hysterically for mercy.
Everyone is afraid of death, especially when Xiang Wentian, whom she respected the most, died in front of her!
His martial arts skills are inferior to those of others, and he cannot escape. Under endless despair, it is no wonder that Ren Yingying behaves like this.
Thinking of how she and Xiang Wentian had threatened him just now, Li Qiye smiled coldly and did not answer. He exerted slight force on the long sword in his hand, and the sharp blade left a blood mark on her long and white neck like a swan.
"No...no no!"
Ren Yingying stepped back repeatedly and said with a tearful voice: "If you let me go, I will never dare to provoke you again in the future. I will also let you go all the people from the Huashan Sect. Please..."
Phew...
Before she finished speaking, the sword blade had already cut her throat, and blood splashed across the faces of the other two!
This scheming, beautiful and beautiful holy lady from the Demon Cult just covered her throat, and the rest of her words were blocked by the influx of blood.
There was a look of disbelief in her beautiful eyes, and her other hand was grabbing at the air, as if trying to seize life, but in the end it was in vain.
As more and more blood flowed out, her body fell to the ground with a bang, completely lifeless.
Ren Yingying is dead.
The fear in Zu Qianqiu's Heping Yizhi was even greater. Even Xiang Wentian and Ren Yingying died under their swords, let alone them?!
This sword demon is as murderous as the rumors say. He doesn't give the Sun Moon God Sect or Dongfang Bubai any face at all!
Plop! Plop!
Their knees weakened and they both knelt on the ground, their whole bodies trembling.
They are not hard-boned people to begin with, otherwise they would not be controlled by the Three Corpse Brain Pills of the Sun and Moon God Sect, and their lives and deaths would all be controlled by human hands.
"Spare your life, Master Mo, spare your life!"
"I beg you, Hero Mo, to spare my life. I am willing to work as a horse for you!"
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The two leftist masters, who were also well-known in the world, could not care about anything at this moment under the threat of life and death. They kept kowtowing to Mo Li and handed over their hands, and all their words were pleading.
It's impossible not to beg. Xiang Wentian tried to resist with force, but his head was still on the ground, and he refused to close his eyes; and with background threats, Ren Yingying, who had just moved out of Dongfang Bubai, was still bleeding from the throat.
The two of them were so self-reliant that they had no other option but to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Li Li looked at the two of them, smiled faintly, sheathed his sword, and said, "It's okay if I don't kill you two. Tell me, what's going on with the Huashan Sect?!"
He would never leave the Huashan faction alone without mentioning the mission. Yue Lingshan's life-saving grace alone was worthy of his rescue at all costs.
It has to be said that Ren Yingying's threat really hit him within seven inches.
But the more this happened, the less Mo Li could spare her. He had to kill her with a thunderbolt in order to scare the world and stop trying to take advantage of Mo Li!
As for what would happen if the mission failed, Mo Li was not afraid.
Wei Feng is trapped in this world. As long as he can break through to the realm of Grand Master, he can imitate Zhang Sanfeng and break away!
"Huashan Sect?"
Ping Yizhi's eyes widened, and he said anxiously: "I don't know, I don't know, I just came here under the order of the Holy Aunt, and I didn't reveal anything to me!"
Ren Yingying and others just took a fancy to his medical skills and brought him here, thinking that he might be able to put it to use. Naturally, they would not reveal any plans or arrangements to him.
"Don't you know either?"
Li Li's eyes looked at the poor scholar.
Zu Qianqiu felt regretful in his heart. If he had known that this guy was so powerful, he should not have volunteered to come in the first place. He originally thought that he would be able to serve in front of the holy aunt, and it would take a few more months of the release of the Three Corpse Brain Pills.
Medicine, right now, right now...
He sighed deeply and said: "I know a little bit about the Huashan Sect. The Holy Aunt and Xiangzuo Envoy arranged for the night owl Ji Wu Shi. The old man, Mobei Shuangxiong and others led more than a hundred underworld masters.
They are heading towards the Huashan Sect. At this moment, they are afraid that all members of the Huashan Sect will fall into their hands. Within ten days, if the Holy Aunt does not convey a message to them, they will kill all the Huashan Sect members.
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"Ten days of work? Fortunately, there are still ten days!"
Mo Li raised his brows, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his heart. Although the land of southern Hunan is more than a thousand miles away from Guanzhong, and the road is rugged and difficult to travel, it may not be possible to reach Mount Huashan in ten days of hard work!
Moreover, the system never sent a message that the mission failed, so there must be hope for help!
"Quick, you two go and buy horses quickly, and we'll set off for the Huashan faction right now!"
Li Li ordered, and then said: "Don't think about running away, you should know that there are many people in this world who are willing to find you two for me!"
Zu Qianqiu pointed at the two of them peacefully and looked at each other with a wry smile on their faces.
They naturally knew that what Mo Li said was true. There were too many people in the world who wanted to have a relationship with this current grandmaster. Ren Yingying and Xiang Wentian who died on the ground were examples.
The two of them responded and quickly walked outside.
With Zu Qianqiu and Heping Yizhi's martial arts and Jianghu experience, purchasing a fast horse only takes a moment.
Mo Li did not dare to delay. After the two of them came back with their horses, he immediately checked out and rode towards the Huashan faction.
As soon as he left with his front legs, several sneaky figures entered the inn.
This is the spy who inquires about him from all the major forces in the world.
"This is……!"
When the spies saw Ren Yingying and Xiang Wentian dead on the ground, their pupils shrank and there was an unspeakable expression on their faces.
The left envoy of light from the Demonic Cult! The Saint of the Demonic Cult!
Such two great men actually died under his sword?!
When it comes to martial arts, although these two men are not as good as Zuo Lengchan and Huo Xiu, when it comes to status, not only are they not inferior, they also have a current grandmaster behind them!
"Quickly, send this news back!"
Someone yelled anxiously.
All the spies scattered in all directions. They all knew in their hearts that Jianghu was about to cause a real disturbance!
…
As the sun sets, next to the island, it is the time of high tide. Waves of waves rush to the shore, and high waves hit the shore from time to time.
On a rock, an old man sat cross-legged. He had a round face and a half-bald head, but he had a kind smile on his face, making him very easy to get along with.
The waves hit, several feet high and powerful, trying to submerge the reef.
The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a light that seemed almost real in his eyes, and then he shot out with a palm!
The palm power surged, the palm force was huge, and the force surged, it turned into another big wave, rolling up the sea water a little!
boom!
The two waves collided, and the sound of crashing was endless, just like a tsunami erupting!
When the palm force calms down, the waves break up and turn into waves, which recede with the tide.
Seeing this scene, the servant standing beside him was shaken. He must be the only one who can use human power to resist the power of heaven.
He shouted: "Island Master, there is news from the Central Plains!"
The old man heard the sound, glanced at him, and slowly stood up from the rock.
The moment he stood up, he didn't move much, his body turned into countless afterimages, and suddenly appeared next to the servant.
The old man took the letter from the servant's hand, looked at it carefully, couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "Have you offended Dongfang Bubai? Well, I want to see if you, the master, are worthy of your name!"
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Going east from Hengshan, more than 40 miles northwest of Pingding Prefecture, there is a mountain with rocks as red as blood and a long beach with fast currents. The locals call it Orangutan Beach.
Not far above it, a dangerous peak rises from the ground. It is steep and pitch black. This place is the main altar of the world-famous Sun and Moon God Sect, Black Wood Cliff.
An old man with a sallow complexion and a stern temperament walked hurriedly on the road leading to Wende Hall. Everyone who passed by him hurriedly saluted and shouted, "I have met Elder Jia."
However, this person seemed to have not heard of him, his footsteps became more and more hurried, and his expression was extremely anxious. Everyone was surprised. How could the yellow-faced Venerable Jia Bu, who was always known for his calmness, look like this today?!
However, this man's martial arts skills were far higher than those of ordinary masters in the world, and he was extremely powerful in the religion. No one dared to stop him for questioning, and could only mutter in their hearts.
Soon, Jia Bu arrived at the entrance of Wende Hall.
There, several guards guarded the door tightly, and the leader shouted: "Bold, you are not allowed to enter the Wende Hall without being summoned by the leader!"
"Something happened, something big happened!"
Jia Bu said anxiously: "Is the leader in there?!"
"The leader is resting." The leader of the guards responded.
"Okay, then please help me spread the word, just say, just say..."
Jia Bu swallowed hard and said, "Let's just say that the Zuo envoy Xiang Wentian and the holy aunt Ren Yingying died in the hands of the sword demon."