Chapter 473

"Then I'll try and see how good you are."

As soon as situ Mo's voice fell, Wu Dalang's sword flashed and stabbed him quickly.

Speed alone is admirable! Faster than most martial artists, faster than a little bit.

The sword is very sharp. With the infusion of Qi, the long sword shines more brightly and more sharp.

Situ Mo is entangled with it. You come and I go and fight a few moves, which surprised situ mo.

It's a powerful sword technique. It's subtle and cunning. Every move reveals strangeness and murderous spirit.

The sword Qi is consistent and continuous, with red Qi and infinite killing intention.

Situ Mo dodges repeatedly and takes risks.

After almost thirty moves, situ Mo's mouth showed a little smile, light and imperceptible.

When the long sword stabbed, there was a faint wind. Situ Mo hid and scratched across his chest.

Wu Dalang's wrists trembled when he saw that he couldn't make a single attack. The long sword swept along with the trend. There was almost no interval between the two moves. They were done at one go and were very coherent.

Situ Mo stooped to avoid, kicked out while avoiding, and was facing each other's wrist.

The speed of the move is so fast that people smack their tongue.

Wu Dalang felt his wrist numb, and the long sword came out and shot at the night sky. Wu Dalang looked up and planned to fly to take it down. At the moment when his feet were off the ground, he felt a pain in his chest and flew out backwards.

Wu Dalang is still too young. He obviously lacks fighting experience. He can't fight if he loses his sword? Have to get the sword?

This is a fight. Paying attention to the present is the most important.

"Ding!" The long sword plunged into the ground and made a soft sound.

"You lost!" Situ Mo smiled faintly.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Wu Dalang coughed twice in a row, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and stood up slowly.

"Go away!"

"I disagree!"

"It is an indisputable fact that you also lost." Situ Mo responded faintly.

"I have trained half of the remnant chrysanthemum scriptures. I should have been invincible to the secular world. How can I be frustrated again and again." Wu Dalang was filled with hate.

"No, I'll give you another chance to convince you to lose." Situ Mo said confidently.

"Is that what you said?" Wu Dalang half squinted.

"Yes!" Situ Mo glanced at the sword on the ground and kicked it.

"Whoosh!"

Wu Dalang catches the sword and takes it back.

"Come on, let me see what you can do."

"Ah!" Wu Dalang played two beautiful sword flowers, kicked his right foot and attacked again.

The long sword is powerful. It seems to tear up this space. You can't feel its terror when you're not at the scene. It makes people cold and frightened.

Situ Mo didn't avoid, so he stood and watched the roaring sword.

In the twinkling of an eye, he was about to be stabbed in the next step, but suddenly stopped ten centimeters from situ Mo's chest.

Wu Dalang was shocked. He looked up and saw that the long sword was easily clamped by situ Mo with two fingers. No matter how hard he tried, he didn't move at all.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! " Wudalang roared and broke out again.

It's just that the sound is true and a little ugly!

Harsh! Like a woman's scream! ambiguous!

"Click!" The long sword was broken by Qi, and it never moved forward.

"Bang!" Situ Mo kicked Wu Dalang out again.

Wu Dalang fell to the ground and was hit hard with blood in his mouth.

"Do you want to come again?" Situ Mo smiled.

Since the blow, it will be a fatal blow, and the other party will be completely destroyed.

"No more? Or did you accept your fate? " Situ Mo walked over step by step and came to him, condescending.

Then he stepped on it slowly and looked a little pondering: "don't think it's great to have a remnant chrysanthemum treasure book. The script is dead and people are alive."

"Also, the so-called remnant chrysanthemum treasure book is nothing more than that."

Wu Dalang looked at him angrily. Somehow, he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. His eyes were sharp, but there was no hatred in his heart.

"Go away, I see your pity and don't want to kill you! You won't be so lucky if you dare to oppose me next time. You should know the result in your heart. " Situ mosong opened his feet and said faintly.

Wu Dalang got up slowly and flew away without saying a word. At the moment of disappearance, he unconsciously looked at situ mo.

"Zhang Ziwen, do you think you can live now?" Situ Mo turned and asked.

"Why not!" Zhang Ziwen was very confident and said with high toes and high spirits.

"Du Fei killed him and looked upset."

"Wait a minute, didn't you find anything?" Zhang Ziwen asked inexplicably.

"What?"

"Xiao Menghan!" Zhang Ziwen said three words, "isn't it strange that she hasn't come back now?"

"What did you do to her?" Situ Mo was suddenly cold and fierce. The surrounding air was stagnant and became a little depressed.

Xiao Menghan is his inverse scale. Whoever moves will die, and no one is an exception!

"Nothing, just tied." Zhang Ziwen smiled, "I'm not willing to kill her. After all, she is the woman I want most in my life."

"You deserve it!"

"I am not worthy has the final say, but the purpose today is very simple, that is, to kill you."

"Really? I'll see what you can do. " Situ Mo's body flashed and his body method was strange.

Zhang Ziwen was so surprised that he turned around and ran away. As soon as I took a step, my shoulder was held down by one hand, and then I turned back to swing

Situ Mo grabbed his arm and twisted it. Zhang Ziwen shouted miserably and knelt on the ground.

"Say, where is Xiao Menghan? Where are you tied? " Situ Mo said coldly.

"If you want to know her whereabouts, let me go, otherwise..."

"Ah!" Before he finished, situ Mo made an effort, Zhang Ziwen shouted again, and a light sound came from his shoulder.

Broken arm! Do it hard!

"I don't need your nonsense. I just need to know the answer."

"Let me go again. If you don't let me go, Xiao Menghan will die." Zhang Ziwen said strongly.

Situ Mo thought about it, as if he remembered something. He took out a yellow amulet in his arms and pasted it on his back.

Magic charm!

Zhang Ziwen suddenly became numb, and his eyes were confused and dull.

Situ Mo let go of the trend, "come on, where's Xiao Menghan?"

"In the old courtyard of Huahai Zhangjia!" Zhang Ziwen said five one ten.

"Go, take me."

"Good!"

"Boss, I'll go with you." Du Fei said.

The hundred mile cloud sky also stepped forward, which means obviously.

"I can do it myself. Take care of your family. You should understand how to solve all these people. " Situ Mo pointed to twenty or thirty people not far away.

"I see!"

Situ Mo then drove out with Zhang Ziwen.

At present, Zhang Ziwen is controlled by a spell, like an unconscious walking corpse. He will do whatever his master orders.

After a while, they came to the Zhangjia courtyard. Zhang Ziwen walked in front and went in first alone.