Chapter 62

When Mo, who was standing at the head of the crowd, saw Yushu still so arrogant, his face sank and said in a stern voice, "Yushu, you're going to die."

"Hahaha, many people want to kill me. Maybe I will be killed one day, but that person will never be you!

Also, who gave you the confidence to eat me? "Yushu continued arrogantly.

Mo Yi turned his eyes to the mysterious man whose whole body was shrouded in a black cloak.

It is said that this person led to the departure of hualingling and Qishui.

That means the mysterious man is at least better than the two of them!

Mo Yi tried to feel the cultivation of the other party. The other party seemed to be deliberately controlling the spiritual power. He couldn't feel it accurately.

This talent is a great enemy!

Mo Yi didn't want to talk nonsense with Yushu anymore. He shouted, "kill!"

After that, Mo Yi and Mo Tu rushed out first, followed by more than 60 people behind them.

The target Mo Yi wants to kill is Yushu. After all, he and Yushu are already dead enemies.

However, on the way, the mysterious man stopped him and said in a hoarse voice, "master Mohist, your opponent is me."

This mysterious man is naturally cold seventeen.

Cold seventeen stopped the ink, stretched out his hands, and suddenly turned into a dark ghost claw with a violent wave.

Mo Yi's spirit sword came out of its scabbard and cut directly into the ghost's claw, which made a crisp sound of "Ding".

Leng seventeen ignored his opponent's sword blade at all. As soon as he explored his arm, the ghost claw wrapped around Moyi's arm, leaving five thin blood marks on his arm.

Mo was surprised and withdrew with his sword.

However, Leng seventeen did not give him a chance to breathe and continued to bully him!

He combined rattan entangled catcher with close combat, so that Mo Yi could only defend.

Originally, the attack ability of these two spiritual skills is not very strong, but it is completely different with the ghost jade claw. If you really touch it, you will get hurt!

Fortunately, Moyi's swordsmanship is calm and defensive. After being familiar with the attack rhythm of Leng 17, he also slowly stabilized.

On the other side, Yushu exchanged hands with Mo Tu.

Yushu's cultivation is far better than that of the Mo disciple, but he was seriously injured by Leng 17 two days ago, which is still the most difficult internal injury to recover. At the moment, he just managed to draw with the Mo disciple.

However, Mo Yi and Mo Tu were not in a hurry.

Although they are not dominant in their respective battles, their people have taken advantage!

The number of people in the Mohist sect has doubled, and there are more than a dozen people on the ninth floor of the gathering spirit realm, and there are only five people in the Yushu sect.

In the battle of spiritual practitioners in the gathering place, the Yushu sect was defeated day by day!

Seeing this, Yushu's face finally changed. After forcing the ink disciple back, Yushu shouted, "back, back!"

The crowd could only retreat quickly and reluctantly supported by some obstacles in the camp.

Cold seventeen also found an opportunity to break away from the battle and join us.

"Ha ha, Yushu, you always boast of being smart, but you also make such a mistake. The more you retreat, the more you force yourself to the point where there is no escape?" Mo laughed happily as soon as he saw the Yushu Gang shrink to a corner and look nervous one by one.

Mo Tu also laughed and joked, "yes, push yourself here and let us catch turtles in a jar. Then you are not turtles."

"Ha ha ha!"

Everyone in Mormon laughed.

"Ha ha ha..."

Unexpectedly, Yushu also laughed.

Mo was very uncomfortable when he saw Yushu laughing. He said in a deep voice, "what are you laughing at!"

"Catch a turtle in a jar, OK, today I want to see who caught a turtle in a jar!" as soon as Yushu's voice fell, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance.

Mo suddenly felt bad and hurriedly turned back, but he saw hualingling and Qishui running over with nearly 30 people!

It just blocked the gate of the camp.

In a blink of an eye, the people of Mo men became turtles in the urn!

Mo Yi and Mo Tu were shocked in their hearts, and then their faces turned white. They knew that they had been deceived!

Maybe they also guessed that it was a trap, but they stepped in. They were gambling that hualingling and Qishui really betrayed Yushu.

Win the bet and unify the withered forest.

If you lose the bet, you'll die.

Mo took a deep breath and shouted, "we haven't lost yet! Even with these people, our number is quite large. We don't know the outcome if we fight hard!"

Yushu and Mo had a very tacit command at this time: "kill!"

With the participation of Hua Lingling and Qishui, the Yushu sect immediately gained the upper hand.

Yushu continued to find the ink disciple. While beating and swearing, the ink disciple's face was already very iron blue.

At this time, Leng Shiqi stretched out a finger, and the aura on his fingertip was unsteady, pointing directly at Mo Yi.

Mo Yi is to cross the sword in front of him to block this finger.

However, when Leng Shiqi's instruction was given to the sword, a "click" sound was sent out in an instant.

Not only that, Moyi also felt a strong force coming, forcing him to step back two steps.

He looked down and saw several obvious cracks on his second-order spirit sword!

"The fifth floor of the pure spirit realm! Are you hiding your strength? You, who are you?!" Moyi's look changed and changed. Finally, he became gloomy and asked in a cold voice.

"Dark crow." cold seventeen jumped out these two words in his mouth, and then clapped them with one palm.

Mo Yi didn't dare to connect casually this time, so he hurriedly dodged.

Leng Shiqi twisted his body, and then his fist, palm, leg and index were used. He didn't have a temper at all.

After a while, he was hurt all over.

"Almost." Leng seventeen muttered.

As soon as Mo, who was closest to him, heard this sentence, he was inspired, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

Cold seventeen kicked out again, but this time he didn't use spiritual skills, just an ordinary kick.

Mo Yi reluctantly avoided the past, but the sense of crisis in his heart was even stronger.

Cold seventeen didn't hit one foot and directly somersault. In mid air, his right hand pulled out a sharp dagger from his ankle!

Leng 17's dagger was drawn to Moyi's throat. In this urgent moment, Moyi couldn't do other defense, so he had to protect his left arm in front of his face.

"Ding!"

The dagger scratched on Moyi's left arm and made a clang of metal attack.

But Leng seventeen didn't change his face, because Mo Yi's body also tilted back.

Leng seventeen moved and suddenly disappeared from Moyi's eyes!

Mo was startled at the sight of this, but before he thought more, a chill swept through his body quickly from his neck.

His last consciousness was to see the strange blood dome in the sky and a man wearing a mask. The dagger in his hand was dripping blood.

Dripping with his blood.

He lost to his ambition after all.

As soon as the head of the Mohist sect died, the morale of others immediately fell sharply.

Leng Shiqi joined hands with Yushu to kill Mo Tu, and then he didn't do it again.

The two spirits of Mormon have died, and the only thing left is slaughter.