"That's fine. It's not bad that you chose this place as your tomb."
Jing Zhou called Da Si Ming back, stretched out his hands, and the purple light in his palms swelled. Suddenly, two purple swords condensed and slashed upwards.
Soon enough, Zi Jianren and Mo Mei struck together in an instant, violent sword energy surged everywhere, and the heavy snow that was originally dense enough to cover their sight was shattered by the endless sword energy.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The poplar and pine trees that had grown for who knows how many years on both sides of the road could not withstand the ravage of the sword energy and suddenly burst into pieces. The pieces of wood scattered in all directions, like crossbow arrows shooting in all directions.
The thick layer of snow under their feet had long since dispersed, and it was frozen to the point where it was no harder than a copper plate. The ground, which even a pickaxe could not dig, suddenly cracked open, and large holes appeared from the soles of their feet. Attacked from all directions.
The power of one move is so impressive!
"Gathering Qi to become a man, no wonder you dare to intercept me, it's just that you are still a little short of being able to gather Qi to become a man!"
This technique of using Qi to condense the sword was naturally familiar to the Six-fingered Black Man. Even though it was good, it was difficult for him to be afraid of.
Jingzhou said: "That's right. Master Juzi has profound skills, so he is naturally not afraid of gathering energy to become a man. I just don't know how far Juzi has cultivated the Mohist mental method to, and how much power he can exert?"
"Even if you have only practiced one level, it's enough to defeat you!" The Six-fingered Black Man suddenly increased the strength in his hand, trying to knock the man in front of him back, but a huge force came from the hilt of the sword, but it was not what he thought. The opposite.
The six-fingered black man was startled and thought to himself: "It turns out that he cultivates both internally and externally! This boy has already reached such a level of cultivation at such a young age. If he goes on for a few years, he may become a formidable enemy of the Mohist family."
His mind was racing, but at this moment, he was thinking about keeping the person in front of him here.
The six-fingered black man turned around and soared into the air, his robes billowing, his frail and thin body covering up the sunlight. He suddenly fired out several swords, and the black sword energy was like a storm, weaving into a giant net.
"Dongdongdongdong"
Just hearing the explosions one after another, the purple sword energy, which was originally competing with the black sword energy, was gradually suppressed. Da Siming stared at the six-fingered black man, mentally calculating the time when the six-soul terror curse would occur, and at the same time, with luck in his hands, he Prevent accidents from happening.
But her eyes were full of confusion, wondering why the adults suppressed their strength.
Although Mo Mei is extraordinary in the hands of the six-fingered black man, the sword energy of this level can be easily used by Kan Si Ming. What's more, the master has not even used Yin Yang Jue Jiu Feng Shui so far, and only relies on Ju. Qi Chengren obviously retained his strength.
She stared intently at the purple figure.
Under the black sword energy pouring out like a torrential rain, the purple figure was like a small boat floating in the huge waves, which could be torn to pieces by the ruthless huge waves at any time.
The black energy on the black eyebrows became thicker and thicker. He heard a loud roar from the six-fingered black man, and his skills were operating to the extreme, and a dragon-like sword energy was born out of thin air.
The six-fingered black man was about to activate this sword energy and kill the young man with great potential in front of him. Suddenly his heart beat suddenly. In an instant, it was as if the blood was flowing backwards, and the true energy in the body was boiling, as if he was about to explode. out.
The six-fingered black man trembled, and suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if he was about to explode.
He glanced down, and through the bamboo hat, he saw a strange pattern on his neck, which kept beating with his heartbeat.
The six-fingered black man couldn't think too much. He saw the purple light approaching. He bit the tip of his tongue, endured the severe pain, and pushed his inner strength to the extreme. He moved his black eyebrows from top to bottom, unfolded a sword, and the sword energy was dozens of feet long. And passed.
Everything that the sword energy passed by was annihilated, and there was only a dark dragon rolling along the way.
The next moment, black and purple collided.
Suddenly the wind stopped and the snow stopped.
Centered on the impact point of the sword energy, countless black and purple energies shot out.
"Hiss, hiss"
With a mournful cry, the Six-fingered Black Man's horse was suddenly overwhelmed by the endless sword energy.
He only had time to scream before his body was gone.
Da Siming formed a seal with his hands, condensing a Tai Chi seal in front of him to protect him, but his body retreated involuntarily.
After an unknown amount of time, the sky and the earth cleared, and I saw a large pit several feet deep on the originally flat snow.
There are criss-crossing sword marks all around the pit. Looking down from top to bottom, the tangled sword marks look like spider webs.
Da Siming jumped up and came behind Jing Zhou.
After searching twice and confirming that the Six-Fingered Black Man's aura had disappeared, Da Siming said coldly: "The Six-Fingered Black Man escaped."
Seeing Jing Zhou staring at the sword marks on the ground with interest, as if he was in a trance and did not hear her words, Da Siming reminded again: "Sir, are we going to escort Dong Jun back to Yin Yang's house?"
Jing Zhou waved his hand, and the falling snow in the sky seemed to be summoned by some kind of summons, and pieces of it gathered from a distance. The soil surged, and the land that was originally covered with sword marks returned to its previous appearance. The accumulated snowflakes covered it. Within a moment, except for the broken branches on both sides of the road, no one could tell that there had been a fierce battle here. of fighting.
Jingzhou said: "Don't worry, Dongjun can't fly. There is no difference if you go earlier or later. It's just that the road should be smooth, otherwise there will be bumps and bumps, and people will inevitably be injured when traveling at night."
Da Siming nodded and didn't take it to heart. He just thought that he had a kind heart for a while.
They are just the lives of ordinary people. In this troubled world, how much is human life worth?
Maybe not even a bottle of wine can be exchanged for it.
Da Siming hesitated and said: "I don't understand, why don't you keep the Six-fingered Black Man?"
She was thinking in her heart: "The Six-fingered Black Man fought with the adults and worked too hard. At this time, the Six-Soul Terror Curse has already occurred in his body. Even if he can escape for a moment, he will not live for a few days. Although the Six-Soul Terror Curse is a Mohist mental method Nemesis, but if the Six-fingered Black Man is not dead for a moment, it is inevitable that no accident will happen."
Only dead people will avoid trouble.
Jingzhou smiled mysteriously: "Of course it is useful to keep him alive."
"Your Excellency has foresight..."
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The six-fingered black man staggered, glanced at the sky, found a slightly clean place by the grass, and sat down.
He looked towards his neck and saw that the weird patterns the size of a palm were getting brighter and brighter, and a black air was swimming inside, making people feel chilled in their hearts just by looking at it.
He reached into his arms and took out a pill.
The pill was jade-colored, about the size of a thumb, and revealed a burst of vitality.
The six-fingered black man sighed and whispered: "This curse seal is so vicious and domineering, even I can't suppress it. If it weren't for the pills donated by the doctors, I probably wouldn't be able to support myself to the machine city."
The six-fingered black man's hands were shaking violently and his head was covered in sweat. Even if he took a pill two days ago, it could only alleviate some of the pain.
After swallowing the pill, the pain was relieved a lot.
The six-fingered black man lifted up one of his sleeves, and his entire arm was crisscrossed with red stripes, like tree roots winding underground. At first, his arms did not have these strange red lines, but starting yesterday, these strange lines appeared, but within one day, they were already covered with the entire arm.
"On that day, I suddenly activated my energy, and this curse seal took effect. It was obviously already lurking in my body. But with my skill, how could anyone be able to plant this curse seal on me without even breathing any more?"
The Six-Fingered Black Man whispered a few words, but his confusion grew more and more.
There was only one thing that made him realize clearly.
After seeing the red pattern on his arm today, the Six-fingered Black Man was convinced that the curse mark he had been hit by was the long-lost Six Soul Terror Curse of the Yin Yang Family.
More than ten years ago, in the Mo family's forbidden area, the Six-fingered Black Man saw records about the six-soul terror curse. However, the six-soul terror curse was too insidious and vicious. The Yin-Yang family had banned its disciples from practicing a hundred years ago. Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, Reappeared in the world again.
It's just that according to the classics of the Dramatist, direct contact is required in order to successfully cast the Six Souls Terror Curse.
The people he came into contact with were either Mohist disciples whom he could trust, or disciples and their families.
The Six-Fingered Black Man checked the people he had recently come into contact with one by one, but found no suspicious person.
Thinking of this, he was confused.
As a giant of the Mohist family, he was engaged in a profession that involved death. Naturally, he had no regard for life and death when he was licking blood with his knife. Death in the hands of a snare, death in an army siege, even death on the battlefield, these are not enough to make the Six-Fingered Black Man fearful, but being cursed by someone close to him makes his heart feel like it has been dug out. Come out and hit it hard with a hammer thousands of times.
In this turbulent time, when the Six Kingdoms are in danger and the building is about to collapse, he is not afraid of death but does not dare to die. At this time, the Mohist family is in a state of decline. If he dies, the Mohist family will most likely decline.
Although Jing Ke was said to be highly skilled in martial arts and narrow-minded, in the eyes of the Six-fingered Black Man, he still lacked training. With Jing Ke's temperament, being the leader of the Mohist family at this time is more than enough, but the position of this giant has its shortcomings.
As for Yan Dan, in terms of character and strategy, he is the best among all the people the Six Finger Black Man has ever met.
The six-fingered black man groaned and sighed: "Although Yan Dan is impeccable, he is just a little too aggressive and wants to assassinate Ying Zheng."
Yan Dan discussed this matter with him a few days ago, how could the Six Fingered Black Man agree to Yan Dan.
Once this plan is implemented, regardless of whether it succeeds or not, it will put the Mohist family in dire straits, and the war will start at the last moment, and the entire world will be affected by the war. This is contrary to the Mohist family's purpose of loving all things and not attacking.
Thinking of this, the six-fingered black man smiled bitterly, with a self-deprecating look on his face, "That's all, this is a life and death fight in the forbidden area, everything depends on fate."
He stood up, left a Mohist code on a big tree nearby, and rushed forward again.
In the past three days, he had stayed up all day and night, relying on the suppression of pills to rush from Yan State to the Mohist family's sphere of influence. If he wanted to lift the curse seal, he had to enter the Mohist forbidden area again, go through the test of life and death, and cultivate the Mohist mental skills to the The state of universal love.
But the Six-Fingered Black Man didn't know that even though he was careful along the way and cleared away the traces left behind one by one, a figure was always following him ten miles away.
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