The speed of these two famous masters in the world was beyond Mo Li's imagination.
Of course, they are opponents of the same level after all. Poison Yama is no match for the Sword Emperor's sword, and the Sword Emperor is naturally unable to resist the opponent's poison.
Hee hee hee…
A burst of white smoke soon emerged from Du Yanluo's body, turning into smelly blood, seeping into the soil and disappearing without a trace.
During this process, all the surrounding flowers and plants withered and died.
The Sword Emperor did not try to make any concessions.
He fell to the ground, his complexion getting darker and darker, and within two seconds he was completely lifeless.
"Zhang...Uncle Zhang..."
The girl's expression changed. When the Jingshen Guards were almost dead and injured, this Sword Emperor was her biggest supporter!
However, now that even he is dead, there are still three days to go, can he reach the capital?
Sword King, Poison Yama...
Li Qiye twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, the fighting in this world seemed to be even bloodier than the previous two places, the two top masters died as soon as they said they would.
However, it seems it's not over yet...
Li Moli's eyes looked into the distance, where a tyrannical aura was looming.
"Qier, come to my father."
At this moment, an old and tired voice came from the mountain temple. When the girl heard the words, she felt relieved in her heart.
Fortunately, my father was not poisoned.
Thinking like this, she said: "Master Mo, please come in with me. My father has some guests who can always protect you and me."
"Your guest?"
Li Li asked curiously: "Are there any martial arts masters like Senior Sword Emperor?"
"How is that possible? Senior Sword Emperor is an expert in this world. If my father had not been kind to him in the past, how could he have condescended to be my guest in the Lu family?" The girl shook her head.
"Then I'm afraid it's going to end today." Li Li said with a bitter smile.
The girl's beautiful face was full of confidence, and she said: "Don't worry, young master, masters like Poison Yama are rare in the world. I guess the other party won't be able to bring in a second person. Guest and my father will definitely be able to protect you and me."
"
"hope so."
Mo Li glanced at the distance, then stood up and entered the temple with the girl.
The mountain temple is not large, with four or five people standing inside, but there are monks and laypeople, surrounded by a middle-aged man wearing a black cloak.
This man was seven feet tall, with a dark complexion and a long beard. The most eye-catching thing was his eyes, which were bright and deep, containing firmness. His temperament was elegant and easy-going, but showed a bit of the rigidity of a soldier.
"Today, I have brought trouble to my little friend." The Lu general smiled apologetically at Li Li and said.
Mo Li cupped his hands and said, "Shuai Lu and Miss Lu saved their lives. Even if we die, we can't repay this kindness. What's more, it's just some minor mischief, so it's nothing to be afraid of."
What he said was true and true to his heart.
"It's a small thing to cause trouble, it's nothing to be afraid of, that's right!"
Beside General Lu, a tall monk responded loudly.
He said angrily: "It's a pity that the poor monk brother hasn't arrived yet, otherwise, these young people would have been saved long ago!"
General Lu smiled and introduced: "This is Master Wu Zheng of Liangchan Temple and the junior disciple of Miao Monk Wu Hua."
Miao Monk, a master on par with the Sword Emperor?
Mo Li's heart moved slightly. After he and Wu Zheng greeted each other, General Lu said, "When my little girl rescued little friend Mo, she saw that little friend was carrying a sword with him. Little friend Mo must also have martial arts skills, right?"
"I have practiced some rough sword skills." Mo Li said modestly.
"Okay, in this time of crisis, more people mean more strength."
General Lu nodded slightly and said: "Master Wu Zheng, please return my little friend's sword to him."
Wu Zheng responded, found the Ziwu Sword from the side, handed it to Mo Li with both hands, and said: "You kid, you must have practiced horizontal kung fu. Such a heavy sword is quite powerful!"
Seeing the Ziwu Sword, Mo Li's eyes lit up.
These days, as the injury healed, he originally wanted to get the sword back, but he never found the right opportunity to speak.
After all, this convoy has been assassinated one after another, and he is an outsider. If he rashly asks for a weapon, he will be suspected of being a traitor.
He casually took the sword and said with a smile: "I am born with great strength, which makes the master laugh."
Wu Zheng didn't say anything. After all, he was a disciple of a famous sect. No matter how powerful he was or how much he practiced kung fu, in his eyes, it was nothing more than superficial and superficial skills.
General Lu sighed and said: "Master Wu Zheng, my daughter and this little friend Mo are entrusted to the master. I hope you will do your best to protect them both."
"Don't worry, Commander Lu, even if this poor monk gives up his life, he will never let anyone harm a hair on the two of them!" Wu Zheng replied, shaking his big head.
General Lu shook his head and said solemnly: "Brother Zhang's blood has been spilled here today. Mr. Lu really doesn't want anyone to die for Mr. Lu. If there is any disagreement, the master will take care of his own life first."
"this……"
There was a hint of gratitude in Wu Zheng's eyes, and he was about to speak. Suddenly, he faintly sensed a hint of threat, and subconsciously looked towards the temple door!
"who!"
A loud shout came out, immediately startling everyone.
A group of people in the mountain temple looked carefully and saw a tall figure standing at the temple door, a man holding a broad sword, with a look of arrogance on his face!
I don't know when, he appeared there, looking at everyone quietly.
"Crazy Sword!"
Master Wu Zheng swayed, his face suddenly turned pale, his voice contained fear, it was obvious that the person coming was extraordinary!
General Lu's heart sank, the person coming was actually him!
Mad Sword is a famous swordsman who travels across the Middle Earth and China. His swordsmanship is so superb that he has few rivals in the world!
He has profound internal skills and fierce swordsmanship. When fighting with others, he can always decide the winner with a few moves. He even once said boldly that within ten years, he will challenge the sword god and become the best swordsman in the world, so he got the mad sword. His reputation has indeed lived up to his rhetoric. In the past two years, his reputation has skyrocketed. He once killed eight top-notch swordsmen in the world overnight. In terms of frontal combat power, he was more powerful than Poison Yama and only better than Miao Monk. A great master who is just a hair away from the Sword Emperor and other powerful men!
As for Master Wu Zheng on his side, although he is Miao Seng's younger brother, he is not Miao Seng himself after all. Even if there are many guests and friends to help him, he may not be his opponent!
Today, I am afraid that I will be buried here!
He sighed and saw that all the guests had fearful expressions on their faces, obviously they were extremely afraid of this mad sword!
Crazy Sword came in with his sword raised, his steps were steady, his expression was leisurely, and his eyes were full of disdain. It was obvious that he did not pay attention to everyone present.
This scene couldn't help but make Wu Zheng furious. Although the opponent's martial arts skills were high, he was a senior disciple of Liangchan Temple after all. How dare he ignore it like this?!
"No dispute!"
Kuangjian said loudly: "For the sake of your senior brother, get out of here, I won't kill you!"
While he was speaking, he didn't even look at Wu Zheng. His arrogance was clearly visible. He was truly worthy of the name of Mad Sword!
Wu Zheng took a deep breath, clenched his iron fists, and said in a cold voice: "Even if I die today, I will die before Commander Lu and will never take a step back!"
"Grandmaster!"
Even though General Lu was a man who came from fighting in the army, he couldn't help but change his face slightly.
It’s easy to add icing on the cake, but how many people can be the ones to provide help in times of need?
"A good person never takes a step back!"
Kuangjian praised, and for the first time he looked at the monk Wu Zheng with a straight eye, and said: "Based on your words, I will give you three moves, go ahead!"
"Master, I am with you."
General Lu stepped forward and stood side by side with Master Wu Zheng. His elegant and easy-going face was instantly filled with murderous intent.
At this time, everyone remembered that the world-famous Commander Lu was also a fierce general on the battlefield.
"Shuai Lu is so anxious to die?"
Kuangjian frowned and said: "Okay, you can go together. I will still let you two have three moves, but I will say it first."
He bowed his hands and said solemnly: "Commander Lu was so powerful in northern Xinjiang that he resisted the barbarians and saved countless lives. He is admired by the whole world and I admire you greatly. However, I have received a great favor from others and I have to repay it. That's why I have just come here. Please accept it from me."
Pay homage!"
The man bowed respectfully, but in his words, he clearly regarded the two of them as dead people. This arrogance and self-confidence made everyone present feel terrified!
Zheng!
There was a sword cry, and the man suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath and took a defensive position.
At this moment, Mo Li, who had been waiting quietly to see what happened, suddenly took a step forward, walked to the middle of the three people, and said with an indifferent expression: "If you can catch my sword, I will kill myself on the spot!"
How arrogant this is!
Not only Mad Sword, but also Master Wu Zheng, General Lu and others were all a little confused!
Is this... is this young man crazy?!
No matter how high your martial arts skills are, like the Sword God, the Demon Queen, the Living Buddha and other great masters in the world, you are still facing Mad Sword. He is a big shot who has been famous for many years, dominates the world, and has outstanding achievements. Who can defeat him with one sword?
!
Young people don’t know how high the sky is!
Just when Kuangjian looked ugly and was about to teach him a lesson, Mo Li made a move.
He drew his sword out of his body, straightened the sword and stabbed straight, without any fancy, clean and neat. For a young swordsman, this was already an extraordinary swordsmanship.
However, how can such swordsmanship be used against swordsmen like Mad Sword?
Master Wu Zheng, General Lu and others all had sad expressions on their faces. They could vaguely see the outcome of Mo Li's bloodshed.
But in the next moment, their expressions changed.
Facing such a sword, Kuangjian's eyes were full of unspeakable mystery. He just felt that no matter how he struck under that sword, he would have difficulty evading it and would be stabbed in the vital part!
This sword has so many changes and is so mysterious that he has never seen it before!
How to break it, how to break it?!
At this moment, the crazy sword's mind was like a ball of mush, with no way to deal with it!
Phew!
In the stunned eyes of everyone, the long sword pierced Jian Kuang's throat, and blood suddenly spurted out!
Mo Li slowly drew out his sword, and the long sword dropped. Blood continued to condense on the tip of the sword, and it hit the ground with tick-tock sounds. Although the sound was small, it was particularly clear in the mountain temple at this late night.
Plop!
Mad Sword's body suddenly fell to the ground, his face was full of confusion, fear and disbelief, but he no longer had any breath, and could no longer think about how to deal with this sword!
"It seems that you really can't take my sword." Mo Li shook his head gently and returned the sword to its sheath.
Of course Mad Sword cannot answer this question, dead people cannot answer questions.
But there are still living people present.
With Mad Sword’s martial arts and record, he couldn’t even take one move from this young swordsman!
Master Wu Zheng and all the guests looked at Mo Li in shock and fear. The young swordsman's delicate brows and eyes were full of calmness, as if he had not killed the famous Mad Sword just now, but had eaten something and drank some water.
Calmly.
Is this someone who has practiced some rough sword skills?
You call this rough swordsmanship?!
Everyone was speechless for a moment.
However, when they thought about that sword carefully, they all looked confused. They still didn't understand why Crazy Sword couldn't take on such an ordinary and ordinary sword technique.
It can only be said that the swordsmanship of the young man in front of me is too superb.
So brilliant that it was beyond their horizons!
Everyone originally thought that this young man just didn't know the heights of the world, but now it seems that this person's martial arts, even if it is not as good as the first-class master of the Sword God Living Buddha, is probably not inferior to the Sword Emperor, Miao Monk and others, or even
Still victorious!
With this person accompanying you, going to Beijing will be worry-free!
General Lu breathed a long sigh of relief, bowed his head to Mo Li and said, "Thank you, little friend, for saving your life!"
Mo Li was not willing to accept it, so he immediately avoided it, stepped forward to stir it up, and said: "Commander Lu, why should you be so polite? If you don't mention that Miss Lu and I have a life-saving grace, with Commander Lu's achievements in suppressing the border over the years, Mo Li can't
Sitting back and watching Xiao Xiao is a disaster!"
This Lu general is quite popular among the people. Firstly, he rose from a humble family and became a famous general in Dali. His deeds are quite legendary. Secondly, he has suppressed the northern border for many years and resisted the barbarians. His merits are indeed immeasurable.
Every time the barbarians broke through the barrier, they burned, killed, looted and scattered many wives and children.
Wu Zheng also thanked Mo Li, and then went up to look at the body of the mad sword.
Mad Sword is here to kill people, so naturally he won't carry martial arts secrets with him. However, Wu Zheng is not without gain.
At least, the broad sword of Mad Sword is an excellent trophy.
Wu Zheng found several banknotes and a letter on the other party's body.
"Not good!"
When Wu Zheng looked at the envelope, his eyelids twitched. He hurriedly opened it and read it carefully. His face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"What's wrong?!"
General Lu asked with concern.
"This is the letter written by the Five Chou Lingnan Chou to Kuang Jian. They have agreed to attack Commander Lu together!"
Wu Zheng said with an ugly face: "I don't know if this is their own intention or the evil sword's intention!"
"Five Ugly Lingnan?!"
Lu Shuai's brows changed slightly, and the girl also frowned.
Mo Li had a look of doubt on his face. Wu Zheng knew that he was the only one he could count on at the moment, so he introduced: "The Five Chou are five brothers. Each of them has extremely high martial arts. When fighting alone, they are no less powerful than Mad Sword.
They practiced the secret technique of joining forces and besieged them together. Even the poor monk and his brother Miao Monk Wuhua had to avoid the edge for a while, but later they were defeated by the evil sword and surrendered to him.
"If the five of them go out together, they will definitely be much more powerful than Mad Sword!"
Wu Zheng said with some fear: "Shuai Lu, little brother Mo, let's go on the road overnight!"
"It's already too late." Li Li shook his head.
What?
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and suddenly heard a sinister laughter coming from outside: