Chapter 584

Qiao Wei looks at the figure in front of her. Although she doesn't know who this person is, Qiao Wei reacts immediately and knows that she has been saved.

Without looking back, the figure said to Qiao Wei in a deep voice:

"Hold on, this is a test for us, we must hold on!"

Although the voice is not big, it is clearly introduced into the ears of Qiao Wei's group of five people. Qiao Wei is stunned, and immediately reacts. She strongly supports her weak and tired body, and reluctantly puts a pill in her mouth to recover her vitality. She gets together with the other four members of the group.

"It's the captain. The captain saved us."

At this time, Qiao Wei and her entourage could see that it was mo Jueyuan. Suddenly, their morale, which had been somewhat low, rose. Although they had not seen Mo Jueyuan personally, the situation at the moment made them seize every chance to save their lives. Therefore, when Mo Jueyuan came to help, they also summoned up all their strength and fought desperately.

The battlefield is noisy and people die all the time. Fortunately, none of the assassins led by Mo Jueyuan died, but some of them were injured. Almost everyone had more or less scars on his body, and his tights were also in tatters. All the shocking wounds covered his whole body. Mo Jueyuan's heart was as deep as water, But I was extremely satisfied.

Hiss hiss~~~

Mo Jueyuan's body shape is like electricity, and the fish gut sword is like the hand of death. Every time he goes there, several people around him will be seriously injured. It's not that Mo Jueyuan doesn't want to kill them, but that Mo Jueyuan wants the fish gut sword to absorb the essence and vitality of the enemy, and the killing effect will be greatly reduced. Therefore, Mo Jueyuan will seriously injure them and lose their combat effectiveness. Moreover, it's much easier to hurt them than to kill them.

Mo Jueyuan, who was in the process of killing madly, didn't find that the evil spirit in his heart was slowly increasing, and an inexplicable anger was growing from Mo Jueyuan. At the moment, Mo Jueyuan was very excited about the blood and killing, but Mo didn't realize it. He just felt his blood boiling and wanted to kill.

All of a sudden, a slight murmur rang out in Mo Jueyuan's ear. Mo Jueyuan suddenly turned back and saw a knife. A man's long knife from behind had not yet struck Mo Jueyuan. Mo Jueyuan's fish gut sword still pierced his throat. In an instant, he confused and absorbed everything in his mind. He fell to the ground with a plop. Mo Jueyuan immediately found that he was beside him, On the ground, there was a man in black with scars all over his body and weak breath. It was the member of Mo Jueyuan's assassination team, Long Xiao.

At this moment, dozens of cold shining sharp blades are in the blood red eyes of those disciples of Yin Yang sect, and they are hard to chop down, but Longxiao is already unable to resist.

"No, they can't hold on."

As a matter of fact, Mo Jueyuan could not hold on any longer. It was not a lack of vitality or physical injury. Although Mo Jueyuan was physically and mentally excited, he was awakened by a slight hum. Mo Jueyuan also found that if he continued to kill, he would surely lead to a change, which had happened in Mo's mansion in Molong city, Mo Jueyuan's heart is still palpitating. Now Mo Jueyuan also feels that as long as it's not an attack that he can't avoid, Mo Jueyuan won't be a killer.

"Old wine, let's go."

Mo Jueyuan knows that he can't save Long Xiao. However, just because he can't save himself doesn't mean that no one can save him. There are still experts here. Immediately, Mo Jueyuan sends a message to Jiulao in the sky.

Jiulao and the other ten people looked at the whole scene, and they had a thorough understanding of every change in the battlefield. When Jiulao saw that these 25 people had killed more than 150 people, Jiulao immediately laughed with satisfaction.

Before he heard Mo Jueyuan's voice, the old man was ready. He immediately ordered the other ten people:

"Do it."

The old wine man himself, however, was like a ghost, carrying such a big wine gourd on his back. A remnant flashed by, and then appeared beside Long Xiao. A thin palm, like a dead tree, grabbed the cold blade that had been cut off.

Long Xiao had no doubt that he would die. Unexpectedly, a strong wind blew by, and long Xiao suddenly felt a figure beside him. At the same time, a pungent smell of wine rushed into his nose. Long Xiao's heart suddenly came alive, and it also reflected in an instant. In the whole Holy Land, only one person often had wine all over his body.

Old wine.

Jingle.

At this moment, Jiulao's thin palm seemed to have infinite magnetic force. Dozens of cold blades suddenly absorbed in Jiulao's palm, as if they had a root. They didn't move.

"What's going on?"

A group of disciples of Yin Yang sect suddenly felt a flower in front of their eyes and a figure appeared. Then they had a strange feeling. They immediately found that the weapon cold blade in their hands did not chop down, but rose up. It was only attached to a thin claw. They all looked up and found that it was an old drunkard with a huge wine gourd on his back, All of them burst into a rage, and one of them roared with a murderous face

"Old man, you want to die."

Jiulao suddenly smiles, and a strong smell of wine pours on the face of the speaking apostle. The wine mixed with wine sprays on his face and subconsciously closes his eyes. At the same time, more than a dozen disciples of Yinyang sect hear Jiulao's voice of smiling and chanting

"So disrespectful to the old man, you can die."

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One after another, more than a dozen palms flashed like ghosts, while a dozen people around them snorted, and then they fell to the ground, their weapons clattering all over the ground.

Long Xiao looks at the old wine man in front of him in horror. His eyes suddenly show a touch of respect and admiration. He almost killed his own enemy. Unexpectedly, he can't even catch the old wine man's move. Long Xiao is very eager for the old wine man's power.

The old wine man killed more than a dozen people with one move. He picked up the gourd in his hand and took a gulp of it. Then he said faintly:

"Speed up, there are experts coming."

Although the old wine's voice is small, but through the noisy battlefield, clearly into their own ears.

All of them were surprised. The 25 members of the assassin's team had almost no fighting power now. If they were surrounded by each other again, they would really have no way to survive. Therefore, looking at the remaining 40 or so disciples of the Yin Yang sect, the 25 members could not help but get worried and wanted to go out and kill the enemy again.

In the moment when everyone was worried, the speed of the other ten people, except Jiulao, suddenly increased. Originally, they could see their figures faintly, but now there were only empty shadows with long tails spinning around the battlefield.

In every place where the figure passed, there was an apostle of Yin Yang sect who fell to the ground. In a twinkling of an eye, more than 40 people who were alive, after the last shrill scream, completely fell to the ground.

The old wine man saw that all the enemies were dead, and there was no expression on his face

"Take the wounded and go to point d to hide and treat them."

Ten tutors immediately nodded and walked to twenty-five people.

Mo Jueyuan looked at all this coldly, and immediately ordered to the twenty-five

"Retreat."

Immediately, 25 people helped each other, and some of the injured were led by several tutors, flying away towards the distance.

Mo Jueyuan and Jiulao did not leave, but stood in the same place. Jiulao looked at Mo Jueyuan faintly and was waiting to speak. However, Mo Jueyuan made a move that made Jiulao confused.

The body shape flashed and flashed rapidly on the whole battlefield full of corpses, and every corpse disappeared in an instant, but it was held in a silver ring by Mo Jueyuan.

"Why? What does he want these bodies for? Clean up the battlefield? "

The old man gave a silent smile, but there was a little doubt in his eyes. He didn't understand Mo Jueyuan's behavior of "cleaning the battlefield".

Mo Jueyuan didn't explain. His body quickly passed every part of the battlefield. More than 200 corpses were put away by Mo Jueyuan in an instant. Mo Jueyuan stopped beside the old man with a faint smile on his face and looked at him.

"Old wine, it's time for us to go."

With that, Mo Jue yuan's eyes glanced slightly at the West. There was a faint breath of terror, and he was approaching quickly. He was obviously the master of wine.

The old man nodded slightly, and suddenly put his hand on Mo Jueyuan's shoulder. A tiny force enveloped Mo Jueyuan's body. Mo Jueyuan was shocked.

"Don't be nervous. I'll take you. Although you're fast, it doesn't seem to last."

The old wine man said with a smile, very casually pointing out Mo Jueyuan's speed.

Indeed, every time Mo Jueyuan's speed was almost like a blink of an eye, it was the result of the flash of wind and thunder. Although the flash of wind and thunder was fast, it was not suitable for a long time of running. Mo Jueyuan was shocked in his heart, but he didn't speak. He just nodded his head, but in his heart he was secretly worried.

Although Haotian ring is no longer a secret, Mo Jueyuan should be careful. The things in Haotian ring are enough to make many people crazy.

The old wine man grabbed Mo Jueyuan's shoulder, and then Mo Jueyuan only felt a sudden lightness of his body. The scene in front of him suddenly changed rapidly. The strong wind in his ears kept blowing back. The old wine man took Mo Jueyuan to the north.

Less than three minutes after they left, a man of Yin Yang sect, who was full of terror, suddenly appeared over the battlefield. He looked at the ground with sullen eyes. Although there were no corpses or weapons on the ground, the blood on the ground and the smell of blood in the air indicated the war.

"Damned thing, kill the people of my Yin Yang sect, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will surely die."

With that, a gust of wind suddenly rose around the man, and countless dust filled the figure. Then the wind dissipated and the figure disappeared slowly.

Over the north, Mo Jueyuan and Jiulao are still flying rapidly. Although they haven't caught up with the army, they are about to arrive.

Just as Mo Chueh yuan's thoughts flashed in his mind, the voice of Jiu Lao suddenly rang out

"Boy, the star, have you caught him? Can you give him to me? "