Blood poured down from the head of Master Qi, like clouds on the horizon, covering his eyes, crossing his nose, and falling into his mouth.
Sect Leader Qi suddenly became angry. It had been more than ten years since he took over as Sect Leader. No one had ever allowed him to see blood for so many years. The bug-like thing in front of him actually dared to let his face be stained with blood.
A wave of anger rose from his belly, and Master Qi suddenly grabbed the little masked thief, secretly feeling lucky, and hit him hard on the chest with his palm.
The man's body was swaying as high as a rag bag. Even so, he still held onto Master Qi with both hands. With the reverberation of his body, his legs were tightly twisted around the waist of Master Qi, sticking the two of them together.
Face to face, nose to nose, feeling each other's heavy breathing. If they weren't fighting at this moment, the posture of these two people would be really charming.
Sect Leader Qi was so furious that he couldn't push the opponent away, so he struck the opponent's back with both palms, trying to force him to let go.
Bang bang bang, a dull sound came, blood slowly flowed out from under the mask and sprinkled on the two of them, but the leader of Qi did not even hear a cry of pain. Through the eye holes of the mask, the other party's eyes became brighter and brighter, even with a hint of joking.
Madman, this is what Master Qi said about this person. The people who came to attack Feiyun Gate today were all lunatics. Even if they succeeded, would the various sects allow such people to wantonly enter the gate? Will the imperial family of Zhujuan Kingdom allow such a person who disrupts order to exist?
"Let me go, and I will spare your life." In desperation, Master Qi scolded him in a low voice. What answered him was a tightening of the body, and the two people's cuffs became tighter and tighter.
He grabbed the opponent's mask, and before he could see clearly, the person's mouth was already biting the flesh of his face.
In shock and pain, Master Qi called Qing He back and prepared to stab the man in the back.
Suddenly there was a loud noise in the mind, and a millstone with a huge golden light broke into it, rumbling towards the soul.
Soul master? Sect Leader Qi's mind tightened. The other party had just bitten him, but it had made him slightly confused. Taking this opportunity, he actually invaded his soul.
Soul masters are opponents that every practitioner does not want to encounter. These people's methods are secretive and insidious. Although their own cultivation level may not be high, they can often kill Qi practitioners with higher levels.
Sect Master Qi no longer dared to be distracted, his mind fell into space, and he concentrated on dealing with this strange millstone that looked very powerful.
The millstone pressed over like a mountain, and the mottled patterns exuded a distant atmosphere. Every time it turned, it would make a harsh sound, making the soul tremble involuntarily.
Where the two millstones came into contact, light flickered, and the gold gradually turned into five colors, forming a gorgeous ribbon that quickly rotated around the millstones. A huge suction force came, trying to suck the soul of Sect Leader Qi into it.
With a thought in his mind, Master Qi transformed into various weapons such as swords, spears, swords, and halberds, and attacked Mopan from all directions. The weapons and millstones collided with each other, spitting out pieces of gorgeous golden flowers.
The millstone moved back a little, and there were big and small gaps all over the grindstone. There were also some tiny chips on the blade of the weapon, and the thinner ones were even broken on the spot, turning into a piece of brilliance and disappearing.
Sect Leader Qi was surprised. He had just captured this person. His level was not very high, but he didn't expect that he could withstand his own soul attack. Do you really think that these are all you have? With a thought, all the swords, guns, swords and halberds disappeared.
The divine soul flame suddenly grew in size, occupying almost half of the space, and the figure of Sect Leader Qi gradually appeared in the flame. But at this time, he was wearing golden armor and a golden helmet, holding a mace in his hand, with colorful ribbons flying, and flames rising all over his body, like a strongman standing at the door of a rural temple.
A strong man can move mountains, and this mountain-like millstone is no exception.
The strong man ran, holding the millstone tightly with his huge hands, and the flames on his body jumped violently. After a long stalemate, the millstone gradually moved backward, but the strongman moved forward step by step.
Step by step, Mopan retreated faster and faster, unable to withstand the opponent's offensive any longer. Seeing that the millstone was about to be squeezed out of his soul space, the warrior stopped, holding the millstone tightly with one hand and raising the mace high with a ferocious look on his face.
Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving. I really thought this was a hut and anyone could come.
The mace fell and disappeared suddenly the moment it touched the millstone. Sect Master Qi was startled, and slowly lowered his head to see that the body of the strong man was slowly dissipating, turning into pieces of brilliance, which shone and then disappeared.
Before his death, Master Qi was still wondering why he died.
Let’s not mention Wu Gen’s rivalry with the Qi Sect Leader. Let’s move on in time.
Because the leader of the Qi clan had to deal with Wu Gen's attack, he could not concentrate on controlling Qing He for a while. How could Wu Mo let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity with his many years of fighting experience.
Wu Mo's body suddenly fell straight to the ground, as if he was exhausted.
How could the elder let go of such an opportunity? He hurriedly rode the wind, his giant sword glowing green, roaring and chasing after Wu Mo.
With a faint smile, Wu Mo no longer dodges blindly, and strikes the flying sword with a move that sets fire to the sky. The fierce punch knocked Feijian's head off the target and tilted to one side.
Throwing out the remaining iron arrows, the iron arrows whizzed around and hit the elder who was diving downwards. In desperation, the elder could only choose to turn around and fly upward.
Wu Mo's knees were slightly bent, his feet paused, and he pierced the sky like an iron arrow. His speed was more than twice as fast as before, and he rushed towards the elder who was about to turn around and fly up.
In a hurry, from diving to jumping, the elder's speed inevitably slowed down. Seeing Wu Mo approaching quickly, the elder was frightened and panicked, and tried his best to control the wind and rise. Suddenly, his ankle hurt, and an iron palm grabbed him like a vice. His body fell sharply, and an old fist fell heavily on him.
There were ripples all over the elder's body. He learned the lesson just now and activated a protective magical weapon early this time to protect himself. However, under Wu Mo's heavy punch, the magical weapon seemed to be unable to survive a few blows.
Wu Mo turned over and jumped on top of the elder, beating his fists continuously like drums. There was a click, and the sound of the magic weapon breaking was heard.
The two of them fell up and down from the sky. Even during this process, Wu Mo kept pumping his fists, and rapid thunder echoed everywhere in the mountains and fields.
With a loud bang, the two of them hit the ground hard, and a huge pit appeared on the ground. Along the deep pit, countless cracks extended to all sides, like a huge spider web.
Until this moment, Wu Mo was still pumping his fists. Finally, the thunder stopped, and Wu Mo jumped up from the pit with his face covered in blood, like a demon running out of hell.
After looking around, he exerted force on his feet and found that the person had disappeared on the spot. When he reappeared, he was already behind Sect Leader Qi. Looking at the two people who were stuck together and motionless, Wu Mo frowned. He grabbed Master Qi's hair, pulled him back hard, and hit his temple hard with his iron fist.
The temple is a meridian point in the human body, and the Qi sect leader is focused on dealing with Wu Gen, so he is less prepared for the outside world. Caught off guard, the leader of the Qi clan died. Unfortunately, his body and soul died inexplicably before he could use his cultivation.
Looking at Shui Congyue, the Qing He Sword stood still. Facing seven unfamiliar opponents, even though one arm was broken, his momentum was several times stronger than before. Regardless of their own injuries, they attacked again and again without risking their lives, and soon three people died under the iron rod.
The remaining people looked at this ferocious opponent with a long sword stuck in his body and his body covered with blood. They all felt fear in their hearts. In addition, the elder and the sect leader were both dead. They shouted, turned around and ran down the mountain.
Wu Mo put the mask on Wu Gen's face, jumped up with it, and blocked the intersection leading to the bottom of the mountain. "If you run, you will die."
The sound of footsteps could be heard at the bottom of the mountain. There were more than a hundred people listening to the sound. It was obvious that they were the outer disciples coming to support them. It's just that it is blocked by the formation and cannot enter.
Seeing Wu Mo blocking the way, these inner disciples stopped in their tracks thinking that he had just killed one of their elders with a hammer. One disciple shouted, "If you don't run, you will die." He took the lead and thrust out his sword.
"There are really some people who are not afraid of death." Wu Mohehe Yile, using the power of killing the elder just now, hit the disciple with a heavy punch and flew out. His body hit the rock and fell deeply into it. He was already dead. Can't die anymore.
At this time, Shui Congyue rushed over and blocked several people in front and back. Seeing that there was no longer any possibility of escape, an older disciple crossed the crowd and said, "Sir, I, Feiyun Sect, have no enmity with these few, so why are we so hard on each other?"
Wu Mo chuckled, "There is no injustice.
hatred? Just ask those who died in the mines. "
"Those are just some lowly Guizhou leaders. Why do you need to be like this?" the disciple said anxiously.
"I am the leader of Guizhou." Wu Mo glared, "Put down the sword in your hand and surrender, otherwise I'm not afraid of getting my hands dirty again."
The disciple looked back and had no choice but to throw away the sword in his hand. After a few cries, the remaining people abandoned their weapons and surrendered.
Wu Gen also woke up at this time. His body was not seriously injured because he was wearing exquisite armor, but he only had a splitting headache.
He briefly interrogated the few inner disciples who were squatting on the ground and their bodies were restrained, why there were so few people here. After asking, I found out that due to the continuous attacks on the outside some time ago, the elders and inner disciples had gone out to guard the iron mines and some important businesses, so the sect seemed empty.
Listening to the increasingly louder sounds outside the formation, Wu Mo felt a little worried, maybe he wanted to kill these hundreds of people. If the opponent is really not afraid of death and resorts to various means, even if he manages to kill them all, the three of them may not be able to do anything good.
After making such a big deal, Zhujuan Kingdom will definitely send people to chase him. If he is seriously injured, it will be difficult to escape.
Wu Gen rubbed his head, "Old Wu, throw out the head of that elder and sect leader. I don't believe these people are so stupid and loyal as to risk their lives to avenge the two of them."
Wu Mo followed the advice, reached out and pulled the token from an inner disciple, and threw the two big heads out.
It suddenly became quiet outside the formation, and there were sounds of crying, but more of them were the sounds of footsteps going down the mountain.
"What's next?" Wu Mo asked again.
"Robbing things, don't forget, we are here to rob." Wu Gen said angrily while sitting on the ground, he really had a severe headache.
"Okay, I'm good at this." Wu Mo excitedly picked up a disciple and asked where the inner treasure was. After a long time, Wu Mo came out carrying a baggage as tall as two people, "Now that we are prosperous, the Feiyun Sect is so rich. Even if we try to rob the other ten sects, they can't compare to this one."
The three of them packed up and prepared to go down the mountain. Wu Mo didn't forget to pick up all Wu Gen's iron arrows.
Before leaving the formation, Wu Gen whispered to Wu Mo: "Destroy the cultivation of these inner disciples."
Shui Congyue turned to stare at Wu Gen, his eyes showing dissatisfaction. Wu Gen sighed, "How can a man act with the benevolence of a woman? We will have to use these people as hostages later, and I really don't trust if we don't abandon our cultivation. Besides, the weaker the power of Feiyun Sect, the less harm will be done to the people." A sin."
Wu Mo nodded, Shui Congyue said nothing. When Wu Mo took action, he broke the air of several people. I am afraid that he will never be able to practice again in this life.
After leaving the formation, there were still a dozen or so people standing scattered on the mountain road. Looking at the dejected and depressed inner disciples, they did not dare to step forward and watched Wu Gen and others leave.
When they reached the mountainside, they took Mu back. Dozens of people fell to the ground unconscious around him. In the distance, some disciples were walking down the mountain carrying packages, while others were lying in the square. Several people were being treated, apparently poisoned people.
