Don't ask at this time with faint Linxi walked to the street, he put Linxi in the back seat of the car, bent over to see Linxi.
Now Lin Xi just passed out in a coma, but fortunately there was no life danger. Mo Wen finally put down his heart. He stood up straight again, turned to the more than 40 people behind him, and yelled: "how many people are there in the five poison sect?"
No one answered Mo Wen's question. These people just looked at each other, maybe checking whether they should take this opportunity to kill Mo Wen.
When Mo Wen saw that there was no answer, he put the snake scale dagger on his mouth, put out his tongue and licked the human blood on the snake scale dagger, and gave a cold laugh. He didn't say much. Mo Wen's body suddenly moved and jumped into the crowd. The snake scale dagger in his hand suddenly came out and drew a beautiful arc of death. He cut open the belly of a disciple of the five poisons cult, and the man's intestines rolled out of his belly.
You can imagine the sharpness of the snake scale dagger. It's a piece of cake for Mo Wen to kill a disciple of the five poisons cult. If you rely on Mo Wen's own strength, you are not the opponent of so many remaining evils of the five poisons cult.
Fortunately, snake scale dagger smoothly advanced, so that Mo Wen had the capital to fight.
In an instant, the scream, the clatter of the knife sliding away the human flesh, and the sound of the dreary corpse falling down constituted the Shura killing ground in the world.
"Let's go together. This guy has to die." In the dark not far from the alley, a man in a black cloak and coat walked slowly by. His face was very ugly. He didn't expect that he had killed Mo Wen with fifty or sixty people, but he fell to this result. He wanted to know how powerful Mo Wen was, how young he was, and how he could reach this level.
This guy with a hood, can't see his face clearly, standing not far away, took out a long sword with cold light from his body, and walked quickly.
This guy came from the five poisons sect to help his disciple kill Mo Wen. However, at the moment, he slowly approached Mo Wen. There was no smile on his cold face. At the moment, he was a little regretful. Why didn't he bring more people? He knew he should have brought more people. Just because he had too much faith in his own strength, he thought Mo Wen was young, So many people are sure to kill Mo Wen. Even if they can't, at least Mo Wen is scarred. At that time, he can easily kill Mo Wen.
But now he has changed his mind and has been watching his men kill Mo Wen all the time. When he saw that Mo Wen would kill more than a dozen people in the blink of an eye, he realized that even if he appeared, he would probably become an undead under Mo Wen's snake scale dagger. He was not sure that he could kill Mo Wen. He was not stupid, He won't rush.
"Master, if you can't kill this guy, you will be in trouble." At this time, the cloak mysterious man next to a man suddenly said.
"I know. You have to say that." The mysterious man in the cloak said angrily: "dozens of them can't kill one of them. I knew I should send more people, but you won't feel better if I'm in trouble. You've come up with this strategy. I believe the boss will never let you go if the boy is alive."
"Master, is that too hurtful? Isn't it all for you? " The man let out a cry of grievance.
"Don't talk about it. It's urgent to find a way to kill this guy!" The cloak mystery man sneered.
As soon as the voice fell, the crisp voice cut through the night sky.
The cloak mystery man immediately shifted his attention. His face became very ugly. He muttered, "I didn't want to do this. Cough, I didn't expect this guy to be so tough. It seems I should go out to play."
The people around him don't care what this guy is muttering about. What he cares about now is how to deal with it if he doesn't kill him tonight. Maybe he will be implicated, just like the mysterious man in the cloak said. As the saying goes, when the disaster comes, he will fly separately, that is, he is a brother. In the face of the disaster, he instinctively thinks of how to protect himself, This man is no exception.
With the clear voice, Mo Wen's shoulder came out with a stream of blood. Mo Wen frowned and grabbed a five poison sect disciple in front of him with his backhand.
"Pa... Pa... Pa..." a few clear sounds, Mo asked the snake scale dagger in his hand, three times in a row, pierced the five poison sect disciple's head, heart and abdomen.
In the face of the siege of dozens of people, Mo Wen said it was really hard to tell the truth. Mo Wen used the corpses of the five poison sect disciples as a cover and slowly retreated to the street.
The mysterious man in the cloak came around with a long sword and more than 30 other people. The blood kept flowing down from Mo Wen's shoulder. Mo Wen swept the wound on the shoulder, and the whole shoulder was pierced by a sharp weapon. He quickly sealed Xue road to control the speed of blood flow. Mo Wen judged from the cultivation strength of these people in front of him that they would not stop killing him.
Mo Wen holds a snake scale dagger in his right hand, holds the body of the five poison sect disciple who has been killed in his left hand, and bites his lower lip slightly. He decides to gamble. This is a method he has to use. If he wants to escape, he can escape long ago, but now he has to rescue Lin Xi. The previous condition is to let these people in front of him lose the role of threat.
It's a gamble. Gamble with Mo Wen's Xing life. Don't ask, there's no way. For Lin Xi, he has to gamble.
In Mo Wen's experience, there have been countless dangerous scenes, and every time Mo Wen can be safe, which largely depends on Mo Wen's training as the most cruel inheritor of ghost gate.
In the world, ghost gate is the most terrifying organization in the underworld. No one knows where the headquarters of ghost gate is, and no one knows who the inheritors of ghost gate are. In the mysterious, terrifying and powerful symbolic sense, ghost gate is known as the most terrifying "underworld of the dead".
Even so, there are countless people in the world who are eager to get the holy things of the ghost gate. The reason is that they can make themselves stronger, become the God of the underworld, and become the most powerful inheritor in the world. Even the leaders of any country in the world have secret contacts with this mysterious and terrorist organization, helping them cultivate the inheritors of the ghost gate.
Mo Wen is the inheritor of Guimen. He is the best leader of Guimen in the past dynasties. The cruel and merciless training of the dead makes Mo Wen have the skills to survive in the cruel battlefield.
There is a saying circulating in the underworld world, which is also the road that every generation of inheritors must take. The first sentence they hear is that the dead are controlled by you, and you are the God of the underworld in the future.
This sentence is to tell Mo Wen that he can become a real strong man in the underworld, but he must live on this road. Otherwise, he will become the next inheritor of the cultivation of the undead.
Mo Wen keeps this sentence firmly in mind. Even in the face of a desperate situation, as long as his life does not stop, Mo Wen thinks he can live.
What's more, he wants to save his mother and protect all the women around him, which may be his only belief to live.
At this moment, Mo Wen is facing a critical moment of life and death again. In the eyes of ordinary people, Mo Wen is risking his own life, but Mo Wen does not think so. He thought that he would win this gamble, because he was mo Wen, a terrible man who completely controlled his life in his own hands.
Mo Wen suddenly pushed out the corpse in his hand, followed by a side jump. The sword in the hand of the mysterious man in the cloak suddenly flew out. There was a clear sound, and Mo Wen rolled on the ground.
The sword, like a missile, chased Mo Wen quickly, waiting for Mo Wen to stop and give him a fatal sword. Just as Mo Wen rolled to the side of the street, the sword of the mysterious man in the cloak had aimed at Mo Wen's position and shot at him quickly.
But at this time, Mo Wen also stopped. Almost at the same time, a cold light flew out of Mo Wen's hand, as fast as lightning, and the sword flew together.
"Pa!" It's another crisp sound.
Mo Wen half squatted on the ground, his right hand still kept the posture of snake scale dagger flying. His bloody face looked at the mysterious man in the cloak with a cruel sneer.
"Dang!" The cloak mysterious man's sword fell to the ground. He covered his throat with both hands and tried to pull out the snake scale dagger that was inserted in his throat.
But his hands could only hold the handle of the snake scale dagger, but he had no strength to pull it out.
Snake scale dagger can be changed infinitely. Only a little leader of the five poisons cult is not Mo Wen's opponent. It's just like the difference between a chopstick and a chopstick. If these people attack at the same time, Mo Wen will be defeated and even die in the hands of these people.
Just when they were stunned with weapons, Mo Wen jumped in front of the mysterious man with the cloak. He held the snake scale dagger in his right hand and pulled it out. The blood splashed out like a fountain.
Mo asked, holding the snake scale dagger, pointing to the more than 30 people on the opposite side, and said, "which one of you doesn't agree, come and taste the power of my snake scale dagger."
"What? You... You said you had snake scale dagger in your hand? How can this be... You are the leader of the ghost sect. How did you get the snake scale dagger? "
"Ha ha, you don't need to know how to get it! As long as you know, if you block my way again... You will die... The rest is not important! " Don't ask, stare coldly at these people in front of you.
This spirit is not what ordinary people can show. It's the heroism of commanding and fragrant mountains and rivers. It's the domineering power of the arbiter who dominates the fate of others. Even if you don't ask about the bloody shoulder, don't ask about the irresistible ferocity that makes all the people in the venue dare not move.
Don't ask ferocious face with almost cruel sneer, he turned.
He went to his car, opened the rear door, and carefully examined Lin Xi's injury. Then he wrapped his injured shoulder with a piece of clothes in the car. Despite Mo Wen's medical skills, Mo Wen could control this injury at any time. He took a look at the corpses on the ground and kicked them with his feet. All the corpses in Mo Wen's car were swept away.
None of the remaining evils of the five poisons cult dared to step forward, but they separated and made way for Mo Wen.
Mo Wen got on the car calmly. The Land Rover rushed out of the alley and went straight to Chen Yi's villa.