Chapter 100

He was so slightly distracted that Jin Mian's feet were propped up in the ground, and his body quickly retreated as if tied by a rope.

As long as he retreats a hundred feet away, he will

Jin Mian bumps into a water curtain head-on. No, it's not like a water curtain, it's like hitting a cobweb. The whole person is trapped in it. The water curtain closes one after another, which removes all the strength of his rush. Jin Mian smashes the water curtain with a very embarrassed hand, but the best chance to escape is gone.

He decided to do it at this time when he decided that no one could be unaffected in such a heavy rain. If you wait any longer, you can't afford to gamble.

He walked step by step, how difficult it was to get to this day, and he understood it best. Now the opportunity is once in a blue moon. He must not let Mo Chen pick the peach with one hand.

Get rid of Mo Chen, and there will be no obstacles in his way.

How can Mo Chen do it? How to find his hiding place on such a rainy night? Jin Mian is very confident in this point, not to mention that there is no torrential rain in this night. His hidden skill is not even clear to elder Yue. How old is mo Chen and how many accomplishments are there? How can he see through it?

In fact, Jin Mian planted a real injustice.

If he chooses a month when the wind is quiet, maybe Mo Chen can't find him, and the success probability of that trick can be increased by 10% or 20%.

He picked a rainy day.

Mo Chen himself did not know why, but he found out a long time ago that when he was in the near water and rainy weather, his perception became more acute and Zhenyuan was running more smoothly. It's just like his perception can go out infinitely along the water trail.

Only the master knew this secret, and the master didn't know why, because there was never such a situation of Mo Chen among those who practiced the same mental method.

This can only be explained by Mo Chen's talent.

It doesn't make sense. In the legend of a long time ago, there was a monk who had such a talent. Some people like water by nature, others are born to control fire. It's just that there are very few people like this, even fewer in recent years, at least they haven't heard of for hundreds of years.

This is not known to others.

Jin Mian tried to make use of the heavy rain, but his cleverness was misled.

Jin Mian could not run. Instead, he turned his hand and opened his silver umbrella. If you don't look at the confrontation between the two people, it is the most natural situation to hold an umbrella on a rainy night.

But Mo Chen knew it was Jin Mian's weapon.

His weapon is this umbrella. The handle of the umbrella is hollow. When it is pulled out, it is a sword. Its blade is thinner and shorter than ordinary sword, but it is sharp. After the umbrella is stretched out, there is a shield. The edge of the shield is chilly. It has both attack and defense. It is really powerful.

However, Mo Chen remembers that he learned sword when he was a child. In the first chapter of sword rhyme, it is said that it is naturally formed, and it is not skillful. There are not many people using strange weapons, but not many. Few of the monks who can understand the Tao and become famous through the ages rely on these external things. The more you see these small places, the more powerless you are in front of the road.

Many people are always seeking ruthlessness and killing, but they forget that the most fundamental thing to cultivate Taoism is Tao.

Mo Chen slowly pulled out his sword.

The light of the sword body swam away. In the heavy rain, the light seemed to be alive. The silver light reflected the continuous and tight rain line around Mo Chen's body.

Jin Mian squinted instinctively.

Mo Chen was surrounded by countless silver swimming lights, and he could not tell which was the sword light.

All of a sudden, those silver lights burst out in an instant, as if countless sharp arrows were rushing towards him. When Jin Mian whirled the silver umbrella, he heard a dense explosion. The surface of the umbrella trembled so much that the handle of the umbrella could hardly be held.

However, what hit on the umbrella was not a sword, but a stirring raindrop.

Jin Mian lost his courage.

He knew that he was not as good as Mo Chen, but he never thought that the gap between them was so big that Mo Chen didn't seriously fight against it. If he does, how many rounds can he resist under him? Don't say to hurt him. It's hard to save his life.

He had seen Mo Chen compete with others. He was of the same generation because he was similar in age. Jin Mian had heard others compare them together more than once, so he paid attention to Mo Chen for a long time. When he found that he was similar to Wu Yunshen, he was more interested. At that time, he also had to admit that Mo Chen's sword technique was extraordinary, and he was top-notch among his peers, and he was slightly inferior to him.

However, even if Mo Chen is better than him, his strength is limited. At least Jin Mian thought so before tonight.

Now it seems that he underestimated the man. Mo Chen must have kept his hand when fighting with others at that time. He didn't give all his strength at all.

Jin Mian takes out his sword from the bottom of the umbrella, and Mo Chen's eyebrows move.

At this time, Jin Mian must have no time to fake his moves. What he is good at must be his familiar moves.

However, this is not the Kung Fu of burying sword valley.

If Mo Chen is right, this is the way of Wanshi villa.

I see.It's totally different for the two to fight. Jin Mian tied his hands and feet in the heavy rain, while Mo Chen was like a fish in water. The more he played, the more he was free. After several moves, Jin Mian splashed blood all over his shoulders, waist and legs. He was panting. The more he played, the more scattered his moves were, and he could not support it.

Mo Chen has no compassion for him. Jin Mian has more than one life on his hand. If he is left behind, he will be buried in the future. Mo Chen will never do the stupid thing of letting the tiger return to the mountain.

The silver umbrella in Jin Mian's hand had a big hole in it, and the umbrella bone was broken. Mo Chen's sword light crossed the surface of the umbrella, and a series of blue and blue sparks burst out, making a chilling sound of friction.

As soon as the umbrella surface was broken, the end of the umbrella shaft suddenly popped open, and a flying needle with a fishy sweet smell ejected from the umbrella shaft, covering Mo Chen's whole body up and down.

In the wind and rain came a sharp and short scream.

The one who fell down into the water in the ground broke a hole in his chest, and the blood gushed out.

Wu Yunshen also put his sword into the scabbard, and no drop of rain could fall on him.

He asked Mo Chen: "did you get hurt?"

Mo Chen shook his head.

The flying needles didn't even stick to the corners of his coat - that's not to say the situation was not dangerous.

The flying needle is as fine as cow hair. It is highly poisonous. Even if it is stained with a trace, it is a serious injury.

But this one Peng needle, one does not remain, was blocked by a layer of water curtain in front of Mo Chen's body.

Mo Chen wants to remind him that Jin Mian uses the Kungfu of Wanshi mountain villa. However, Wu Yunshen's experience is obviously far better than that of him. Wu Yunshen probably knows what Mo Chen can see. He doesn't need to make any more of it.

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