Mo Huai had been standing outside Guanghua Building for a long time, but he didn't see anything unusual on the west side of the academy. He had to go back to the dormitory specially built for teachers in the academy. But as soon as he lay down on the bed, Mo Huai felt something strange. The uneasy feeling, combined with the feeling of being spied on that flashed through his mind just now, made the ominous premonition in Mo Huai's heart become stronger and stronger. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and opened the door to leave, towards Guanghua. Go upstairs.
As soon as he arrived at Guanghua Building, Mo Huai saw the iron lock on the ground at the door. He couldn't help but be shocked and quickly walked in. Following the "rustling" sound of turning documents, Mo Huai came to Li Gang Facing the faint moonlight outside the window of his office, he immediately spotted the man in black robe lying next to the file cabinet, frantically "sweeping" the academy's top-secret documents!
Mo Huai was shocked and angry. He stood up without hesitation and attacked the man in black robe!
As a martial arts master at the pinnacle of the Grand Master, although Mo Huai is not arrogant enough to think that he is invincible, he does not think that there are many people in the world who can hurt him. Even if there are, it can only be done with one hand. Count here!
But unfortunately, today he met such a person who could hurt him, and he could hurt him casually!
Apart from the masters of the Grand Master, Mo Huai really couldn't think of anyone else who could possess this kind of transcendent strength!
But how rare are great masters in the world? In a hundred years, there have only been three people recognized as the best person in the world: Zhenren Lingxu, who is also Li Zexuan's master. Another one is the abbot Xuankong of Shaolin Temple who is not concerned about worldly affairs, and the third one has a mysterious whereabouts and origins. Also the mysterious Turkic national master has been robbed by witchcraft!
Thinking of this, Mo Huai wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, looked at the black robe, and asked word by word: "Are you Wu Jie?"
With the death of Master Lingxu last year, there are only two great masters in the world, and Abbot Xuankong of Shaolin Temple will definitely not be interested in the technical information of Yanhuang Academy. The only explanation is that the person in front of him is The Turkic national master's witchcraft!
"Ho ho! You have eyesight! But what can you do even if you know it? You will die tonight! Everyone under the great master is just an ant!"
The man in black robe looked at Mo Huai with a joking expression and said calmly.
But in his indifferent tone, there was a burning murderous intention!
"You are really a Turkic national master! You are so courageous. This is the Tang Dynasty. How can you, a Turk, be allowed to run wild!"
Hearing this, Mo Huai's eyes widened in shock.
Who would have thought that the national advisor, who was lower than the Turks and more than ten thousand people, would sneak into the Tang Dynasty alone, and even come to the vicinity of the capital of the Tang Dynasty. In the eyes of ordinary people, what else could this be but seeking death?
"Hmph! Even so, so what? Except for you, the rest of the people on Yunshan Mountain have no ability to resist in front of our master! As long as I am willing, there will never be a single person left alive on Yunshan Mountain tonight!"
Wu Jie waved his hand and said nonchalantly.
Although these words are very inhumane, Mo Huai also has to admit that Wu Jie is indeed telling the truth. Although Yanhuang Academy has guards, those guards who are not in the Qi Transformation Realm are of no use in front of the Grand Master. They He doesn't even have the ability to stop the Grand Master for a moment!
So if Wu Jie really wants to go on a killing spree in Yanhuang Academy, no one can stop him!
But even so, so what?
Although Mo Huai is a giant of the Mohist family, he has already integrated into the academy after staying at Yanhuang Academy for nearly a year. Usually when students see him, they will respectfully call him Mr. Mo. He enjoys this kind of life and he likes the academy. These children, tonight, he was going to fight for these children!
No regrets even if I die! !
"As long as Mr. Mo is still breathing, you will never be allowed to harm any student in the academy! Besides, there are thousands of elites arranged by His Majesty under the Cloud Mountain. As long as Mr. Mo can hold on until the reinforcements arrive, you, a Turkic country, will Master, we can only bury our bones in the Central Plains!"
Mo Huai straightened up, his body once again as tall and straight as a pine tree. He looked at Wu Jie and said firmly without fear.
These words were not made by him in order to disturb Wu Jie's state of mind. There were really more than 2,000 palace guards arranged by Li Er at the foot of Yunshan Mountain! Not only are they available here at Yunshan, but they are also available at Qiquge Workshop! The purpose is to protect the latest technology developed by the academy!
As long as they start fighting here and disturb the sleeping teachers and students in the academy, someone will definitely come down to report the news. As long as he can entangle Wu Jie during this time, that's it!
Although it is difficult, because the gap between the peak master and the grand master is really too big. This is a natural chasm that almost all warriors cannot cross. If you cross it, you will be a master. If you can't cross it, you can only be a human being. Those ants in the eyes of superiors!
But even if it is difficult, Mo Huai has to stand. Behind him are more than 600 students, the future of the academy, and even the future of Datang! For the words "Mr. Mo" that the children often shouted, Mo Huai had to fight tooth and nail!
"Hmph! Do you think you can hold on until those reinforcements arrive?"
Wu Jie snorted coldly, and after saying that, he disappeared from the place in an instant. The next moment, he was in front of Mo Huai!
"Bang bang bang!"
Wu Jie's palms changed for a while, reflecting the faint moonlight, and all he could see was that his palms left a series of afterimages in the air! In an instant, Wu Jie moved his palms and slapped Mo Huai's chest hard!
Mo Huai's nerves were tense and his hair stood on end. He didn't dare to be careless, because he had already understood the opponent's strength in the previous fight. This is a master who is not only extremely fast, but also extremely powerful. He does not dare and is not qualified to use his own body to confront him head-on!
At the critical moment, Mo Huai poured all his internal energy into his legs. The Mo family's unique light skill, Lightning Walk, was fully used by Mo Huai. He retreated quickly. After exiting Li Gang's office, he kicked on On the door frame, with the force of the rebound, he retreated towards the other direction of the corridor, that is, the direction of the main entrance of Guanghua Building!
He wanted to move the battlefield to an open area, so that he could have more space to perform and also be able to entangle Wu Jie for a while longer! In addition, only by fighting outdoors can we make a big fuss and wake up the sleeping academy teachers and students, asking them to go down the mountain to fetch reinforcements!
Although Wu Jie knew what Mo Huai was thinking, he didn't care because he didn't think Mo Huai could take his next move!
The two of them arrived outside Guanghua Building, and Mo Huai took the opportunity to draw out the weapon on his waist - the Mo Xuejian, the sword of the Mohist giant!
"Ho ho! What a sword! My master has accepted this sword!"
Seeing that the long sword in Mo Huai's hand was as black as ink, yet so cold, Wu Jie couldn't help but his eyes lit up, he smiled hoarsely, and then he actually took out the weapon from his back!
Only then did Mo Huai notice that Wu Jie always had a weapon on his back. It was a Langya Bang as thick as an arm, with sharp iron thorns all over the body. Reflecting the moonlight, the tips of the iron thorns reflected A little cold light, creepy!
Pulling out the mace, Wu Jie didn't stop. He took two steps and jumped directly into the air. He held the mace in both hands and hit Mo Huai's head hard! He wanted to smash Mo Huai's head with a stick!
Simple and crude!
Compared with the dazzling sword skills, knife skills, and palm skills of the Central Plains warriors, Wu Jie's moves are very simple and direct, but even so, almost no one can resist his moves. It is precisely because of its simplicity that it is pure!
Pure moves, coupled with pure power, this combination makes people even more irresistible!
"Mo Xue's sword sounds, if only the mind remains unmoved, the world will be united! The Mohist swordsmanship is all about love and not attack!"
Facing Wu Jie's extremely pure and powerful move, Mo Huai did not choose to dodge, because he knew he could not dodge it!
Therefore, Mo Huai directly used the famous sword skill of Mohist swordsmanship - universal love and non-attack. This is the Mohist swordsmanship with the strongest defensive power. At the same time, these four words were also the core ideological doctrine of Mozi at that time. , as soon as this sword skill was used, the air seemed to be stagnant, and the falling speed of the mace in Wu Jie's hand seemed to become a little slower! !
Wu Jie frowned slightly, but still wielded the mace and continued to slash at Mo Huai. Although he felt that Mo Huai's sword move was a bit evil, he didn't take it to heart because he believed in his own strength!
Facts have proved that he is indeed qualified to be so confident!
When Mo Huai's sword move was just completed, the mace hit Mo Xue's sword hard. The blood in Mo Huai's chest suddenly stagnated, and he quickly retreated back. Then his throat felt sweet, and he Spit out a mouthful of blood!
"Not enough! It's still not enough!"
Mo Huai shouted anxiously in his heart.
Thinking back to the time when the beard monks came to Yunshan to cause trouble, Mo Huai just used this move of "love all but not attack" to block the beard warriors' violent attack. But now he used this sword skill with all his strength, and in the Wu Jie looked so vulnerable in front of him, and Mo Huai's heart instantly sank!
Looking at the small dents on Mo Xue's sword made by Wu Jie's mace, Mo Huai felt extremely distressed. This Mo Xue sword was Mo Zi's personal sword. It has been passed down for nearly a thousand years and is very popular in the world. In the famous sword catalog, Mo Xuejian can be regarded as one of the top ten famous swords! Thousands of years of wind and frost have not left any trace on this sword, but today it was injured by a Turk. Mo Huai felt distressed and sad. He felt that he was ashamed of the ancestor of the Mo family!
But he has no regrets! Today, in order to protect the secrets of the academy and the future of the academy, he must stand up!
Judging from the current situation, he must fight desperately, otherwise he will die before the reinforcements arrive on the mountain!
"Hmph! Take another hit from my master!"
Wu Jie didn't expect that Mo Huai could resist the move he just made. He couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart. Before Mo Huai could react, he jumped into the air again, wielded the stick with both hands, and hit Mo Huai's head again!
The same moves were used by him again. At this stage of his martial arts, moves were no longer important. Whatever moves were convenient and most useful, he would just use them without thinking too much! Simple and straightforward!
When the bearded man's knife had just struck a foot in front of Mo Huai, Mo Huai finally moved! No, it should mean that Mo Xuejian moved!
"Keng~!"
I saw Mo Xue's sword, as black as ink, streaking through the air with a black afterimage. With a "clang" sound, it instantly hit the long sword in the bearded man's hand three inches above the hilt at a strange angle. This is where This is the weakest point of strength, and it is also the weakness of the sword technique of the bearded man!
"Hmm~?"
The bearded man felt that his powerful and heavy sword was blocked by the old man in front of him, who was not as powerful as him. However, something even more shocking happened to him!
Mo Xuejian took the long sword of the bearded man, and first slashed it downward thirty degrees, and then raised it directly upwards, slashing (stabbing) straight at the face of the bearded man with one sword after another!
This is a bit like the meaning of using strength in Tai Chi. Li Zexuan next to him saw it and his eyes went straight!
Universal love without aggression, it turns out that this is universal love without aggression!
In Mohist thought, non-attack does not mean non-war. It only opposes meaningless aggression and massacre. Don’t kill those who shouldn’t be killed, but still kill those who should be killed. This is essentially the same as the stupid and corrupt Buddhist theory of not killing. difference. The basis for judging whether to kill or not to kill, to attack or not to attack, to fight or not to fight, is "Jian Ai", "Heaven's Will", "Ming Gui", etc.!
The bearded man was shocked. He quickly channeled his true energy and used half a step of the strength of a great master to blow away the Mo Xuejian!
"Bang~!"
The swords crossed each other but separated after just one breath. The two of them took ten steps back. Apparently, in the first round, they were evenly matched!
"Okay! What a Mo Xuejian! What a Jianai Fei Gong!"
The big man with the beard laughed twice, then picked up the long knife and stepped forward!
"Tsunami Emperor Sword!"
When Li Zexuan heard this, he almost peed. Wasn't the punch that just seriously injured him the Tsunami Emperor Fist? Why is it now the Tsunami Emperor Sword? What kind of education did this old guy get? Did he receive an education from the sea? Otherwise, why are all his moves related to the sea?
"The Mohist swordsmanship—bloody ink rushes!"
Mo Huai pinched his sword finger and used his killing move!
Seeing this, Li Zexuan felt a little relieved. He understood that even if Mo Huai couldn't defeat the bearded man, he would not be defeated for a while, and he could use this time to heal his wounds quickly!
"Okay! What a Mo Xuejian! What a Jianai Fei Gong!"
The big man with the beard laughed twice, then picked up the long knife and stepped forward!
"Tsunami Emperor Sword!"
When Li Zexuan heard this, he almost peed. Wasn't the punch that just seriously injured him the Tsunami Emperor Fist? Why is it now the Tsunami Emperor Sword? What kind of education did this old guy get? Did he receive an education from the sea? Otherwise, why are all his moves related to the sea?
"The Mohist swordsmanship—bloody ink rushes!"
Mo Huai pinched his sword finger and used his killing move!
Seeing this, Li Zexuan felt a little relieved. He understood that even if Mo Huai couldn't defeat the bearded man, he would not be defeated for a while, and he could use this time to heal his wounds quickly!
