Disciple of Butian?
Lotus messenger?
Mo Chengjun couldn't help but think of the Lotus Sect, the cult organization that trafficked people in Yong'an City a long time ago but was broken up.
The three warriors who assassinated him actually left a very deep impression on him, not because they were strong, but because they committed suicide too cleanly.
Just this Butian disciple?
He had really never heard of it. Even if he searched his memory, he didn't seem to mention it in the ancient travel books he had read.
But he didn't care much about external things, and it didn't matter if he didn't think he had heard of it. He just looked at Yue Siming's calm expression and asked very unhappily: "You seem to have a chance to win?"
Yue Siming: "I dare not, but today, Master Mo will definitely leave with me."
Mo Chengjun: "But the problem is, this is the Galaxy Sword Sect! Are you so confident that you can get out?"
Yue Siming: "Of course we are fully prepared. Master Mo, please rest assured. We will definitely be able to get out of this wild mountain range."
"But even if we leave the Great Wilderness Mountains, this is Yunzhou, the Yunzhou of the Galaxy Sword Sect. Aren't you afraid of being chased by Da Xiu?"
"The Demon Monk Buddha has arrived outside Luanhe City. The Tianhen Sword Master is wielding his sword and is leaving. The two major practitioners are fighting. It must be an earth-shattering sight.
Although the other six palace masters are also rushing back, it will take time after all. As for the one in the Sword Sect, although you may not know it, someone has already stopped him. "
Yue Siming smiled and continued: "I admit that all the above things were planned by us, so this is when the Galaxy Sword Sect is at its weakest and it is our best time."
This time, Mo Chengjun paused for a long time, and then said quietly: "You guys are going to war, Mo, how can you be so virtuous?"
Mo Chengjun was definitely speaking out of his feelings, without any falsehood. He was actually trying to achieve his goal. The power used by this group of people had exceeded his imagination.
But he still said: "You have been fully prepared, but there is one more thing. After all, there is one more thing you failed to calculate."
"What?"
Mo Chengjun slowly but firmly uttered three words: "I don't want to!!!"
Yue Siming looked at Mo Chengjun seriously for a long time, then laughed dumbly: "It doesn't matter whether you want it or not, I don't want to ask for your opinion."
"Come then?"
"bring it on!"
boom!
Really, in the next second, Mo Chengjun had already completed the pinching spell, and saw an endless gust of wind suddenly appeared with him as the center, spinning, and in an instant, a tornado formed.
Then, the tornado suddenly expanded, expanded, and expanded again...
Breathing, it swept across the entire weapon refining room, and countless green and white wind knives were spinning and flying in it, getting faster and faster.
In such a short time, it was like cutting the entire refining room into pieces, leaving nothing intact wherever it passed.
Even the iron felt Yue Siming used to hammer it into shape was broken into pieces, showing how explosive the wind knife was.
This is the wind and thunder method, the wind method, the wind knife and tornado.
The reason why Mo Chengjun used this technique was not just for pure power, but for fast enough speed and wide enough strike range.
This technique's attack on people is secondary. It wants to destroy the weapon refining room and the formation of this cave. It also wants to make enough noise.
He really didn't believe it. If there was such a big aftermath of the fight within the Galaxy Sword Sect, would those elders really be able to see like blind men?
Of course, Yue Siming was well prepared.
At least, most of the conventional cave formations are open to the outside but not to the inside, so it is extremely easy to destroy them from the inside.
But obviously, Yue Siming's cave is not like this, and the restriction has been replaced by internal.
It was a little difficult to destroy the wind knife tornado, but with Mo Chengjun's hard push, the entire weapon refining room and even the entire cave were disintegrating.
But Yue Siming's reaction was faster. He didn't use his best fire technique, let alone his half-assed sword technique, but directly took out three magic weapons.
A piece of turtle shell, used for defense, was directly suspended in the surroundings, resisting the wind knife. Although it was smashed around, no one was missed.
The second piece is a bell, in the shape of a camel bell, some big and some heavy, and the whole is blood red.
Yue Siming took the bell and shook it vigorously in the direction of Mo Chengjun.
Dang Dang Dang!
When the bell rang, Mo Chengjun froze in place. This was actually not a sonic attack, but a direct effect on the soul.
As soon as the bell rang, Mo Chengjun felt that he was frozen in place, his soul was shaking, and he couldn't move his body no matter what.
Finally, Yue Siming threw out another rope.
This rope looks like an ordinary hemp rope, about the thickness of a finger. It looks inconspicuous on the surface, but when activated by mana, it looks like a snake crawling at extremely fast speeds.
What's even weirder is that the rope seems to be somewhere between illusion and reality, unaffected by the wind knife. It reaches Mo Chengjun's side in the blink of an eye, suddenly jumps up, and ties him up.
It was really just a matter of breathing, and Mo Chengjun was tightly bound.
But just when Yue Siming breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that Mo Chengjun, who was tied up, turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, not far away, a Mo Chengjun walked out of the shadows. He continued to use the wind sword tornado in his hand. The huge weapon refining room was already being destroyed by the tornado, and the forbidden light flickered. Starting to break.
This turn of events left Yue Siming a little overwhelmed.
In his perception, Mo Chengjun is Mo Chengjun, real and true, why has it disappeared now?
However, he didn't have time to think about it carefully, so he shook the magic bell again, and held Mo Chengjun in place, and then the binding rope swam quickly to tie him up again.
But this time the situation remained the same, Mo Chengjun turned into clouds and disappeared again, and the wind knife and tornado became more and more rampant.
This time, Yue Siming was really dumbfounded.
Because, in his spiritual vision, Mo Chengjun had become two.
Two identical Mo Chengjuns, with no difference in their aura and mana fluctuations, appeared and used the same magic formula, making the green and white wind knife become more and more urgent and fierce.
Which one is true?
Which one is fake?
No, is this an illusion?
Just this thought came to Yue Siming's mind, and he saw that the wind knives around him suddenly became denser. Even though the turtle shell magic weapon was constantly rotating, and it was as smooth as mercury dripping on the ground, there was still a gap after all.
When the first wind knife broke through the defensive circle of the turtle shell, Yue Siming just waved his hand and threw out a fire spell to disperse it.
But with the first way, there is the second way, the third way, the fourth way...
By this time, he no longer had the energy to take care of Mo Chengjun, but he couldn't bear it anymore.
And his cave was constantly disintegrating under the destruction of the wind sword and tornado. As long as the formation restriction was damaged at all, it would be a chain reaction.
Woooooooo!
Boom boom boom!
Amidst the explosion, the entire cave was collapsing. It was a trivial matter for people to be buried inside, but it would definitely alarm the outside world.
At this point, Yue Siming could no longer care about anything else. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Green Bat, are you ready to be stabbed a thousand times? I won't be able to hold him back!"
"I'm coming!"
The wind knife exploded, and the whimpers that cut through the air could not cover up the sound. A dark, bat-like figure appeared above the broken cave.
He opened his arms, stood in the air, raised his head and inhaled, then lowered his head, downwards, and exhaled loudly.
Buzz buzz buzz...
The sound like the flapping wings of countless bees sounded in the sky over the broken cave, and then spread in all directions, one after another like a tide.
It's hard to imagine how powerful this magical power is. At least Mo Chengjun's wind knife tornado was crushed and obliterated bit by bit, and even the cave that was about to collapse was propped up.
That's not even the most amazing thing.
The most amazing thing is that even if the bat figure stops moving, this magical power is still maintained.
The buzzing sound seemed to have formed an area, constantly reverberating, accumulating, and even getting more intense inside.
The green bat lowered his head, looked at a corner of the cave, and grinned: "I caught you, Master Mo!"
At this time, Yue Siming finally had some free time. He first looked at the two previous positions.
Sure enough, the people there still just disappeared like clouds.
And when he turned his head following Qing Bat's words, he found that Mo Chengjun had already left the area of the weapon refining room and had almost reached the edge of the cave.
This illusion method is really amazing!
The buzzing sound reached his ears, and Mo Chengjun felt dizzy. He could no longer maintain his false skills, and he revealed his figure.
Simply because his physique was extremely high and his spirit was tough enough, after only a moment of discomfort, he decisively took off a jade talisman around his neck.
The jade talisman was only as long as a finger and was in the shape of a sword. It was engraved with countless fine cloud seals, even going deep into the body of the sword, and the layers were so complicated that it was unimaginable.
That's the white jade sword talisman!
It was the pinnacle work from Qingcang Sword Master. It was a sword and a talisman. It was said that it had the power of a single blow from the Yangshen Great Sword Cultivator.
This is Mo Chengjun's strongest means of saving his life.
To be honest, Mo Chengjun cherishes this sword talisman very much and is reluctant to use it. Otherwise, he would not think of using fake skills to escape.
But looking at it now, I really can’t keep it!
With determination, Mo Chengjun is no longer a procrastinator.
He directly threw out the sword talisman, pinched the magic formula with his hand, and streams of extremely pure mana surged into the jade talisman.
Then a sword light was seen, rising up, piercing through the barrier formed by the buzzing sound in just one breath, piercing through the cave and the rock wall.
For a moment, I no longer knew how long and far this sword energy was. At a glance, it just seemed like it had pierced the sky.
And in this world, it seems that the sound of Lang Lang's reading is constantly echoing, as if he is old but passionate, as if he is young and generous.
The voice was clearly reciting the fragments of an ancient poem...
The old man is chatting like a teenager, holding a yellow hand on the left, holding the blue sky, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, and riding thousands of horses to roll around the flat hill.
Although it is only a fragment, when this sound resounds throughout the world, there is an indescribable sense of desolation that permeates the four directions and overwhelms the four extremes.
This meaning of desolation is terrifying, vast and unpredictable. For the enemy, it is the most intimidating and people dare not fight against it.
But for the person holding the sword, there is a strong and intense emotion stirring in his chest, which makes him uncomfortable.
This is also the first time that Mo Chengjun has experienced the swordsmanship that belongs to Yang Shen Daxiu. It can only be said that it has reached a certain level of high-end, even faintly beyond the scope of his understanding.
He only felt that all the swordsmanship he had learned before was covered by this sword like a small dwarf compared to a big witch.
However, it would not be wrong to say that there is no gain at all.
It is no exaggeration to say that this is the first time he has truly glimpsed the true style of Jue Dian Kendo!
However, after all, Mo Chengjun didn't have time to realize it carefully. With his sword energy accumulated to the extreme, he was like a child wielding a sledgehammer, facing the green bat, just...
One sword!
Pierce out!
Tsk tsk...
There was only a slight sound of breaking through the air, and the green bat, which had been standing in the void and seemed to be invincible, exploded into pieces of blood and flesh.
He died cleanly and neatly, without the demeanor of a great master!
