Li Mochou swung her fly whisk, causing the boulder to break. The terrifying force caused Huo Du's complexion to change dramatically. He did not dare to block it, so he could only retreat violently to avoid its attack.
But at this moment, Li Mochou was filled with hatred. The Qinggong of the Ancient Tomb Sect was unparalleled in the world. Even though his body was flashing with lightning, he was still enveloped in the fly whisk, and he was hit head and face.
Boom!
Silver whisk threads covered the sky and earth, and Huo Dou felt as if the world had collapsed.
The folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, and in an instant it danced into an umbrella covering the sky and the sun, blocking the attack from him.
But in less than a breath, the fan made of tough golden threads was torn apart, riddled with holes, and the silver threads penetrated like steel needles.
Huo Dou's expression suddenly changed.
"Devil, don't hurt anyone."
"Eat my sword!"
At this time, an angry shout suddenly came from not far away, and Sun Buer's Taoist robes were heard rustling in the sky, as he crossed the sky and rushed over at extremely fast speeds.
Before anyone arrived, the sound came first, and then there was a clang of swords, and a cold light suddenly appeared.
Li Mochou was disturbed by the sudden attack and could not help but slow down her movements.
"puff!"
Huo Dou changed his shape in the air and suddenly landed on the ground, coughing up blood.
He was extremely horrified. If he hadn't practiced martial arts that focused on improving his body, he would have been killed by a single blow.
But even so, Huo Du could feel numbness in his muscles and bones, and a dull pain in his internal organs. The injuries he received would have killed an ordinary person immediately.
Even he found it unbearable.
Huo Du stood up slowly with a face as bright as gold. The iron-bone fan made of fine iron in his hand was riddled with holes, and the fan was almost completely penetrated.
"Excellent martial arts, you are worthy of being a red-trained fairy who can achieve great fame in the world. Xiao Wang is convinced!" Huo Du looked at Li Mochou, who was dressed in purple robes with outstanding grace and stunning appearance, with a complex expression.
I originally thought that this woman was praised by everyone just because of her appearance, but I never expected that her martial arts skills would be so terrifying.
You must know that from the beginning to the end, this person has not used the rumored extremely poisonous Ice Soul Silver Needle, which shows that he has not used his full strength at all and still has room for it.
This made him feel even more disgraced.
Li Mochou ignored Huo Du at this time. The Mongolian prince had no murderous intentions and just wanted to teach him a lesson.
This so-called prince had an unusual status. If he were to be killed, he would probably offend the Mongols and cause a lot of trouble.
Although Li Mochou was murderous, she was not crazy. Instead, she had her own plans and ways of advancing and retreating.
She turned around and faced Sun Buer, who was wielding his sword like rain and showing his murderous intent. She said in a cold tone: "Sun Buer, you came just in time."
"Then I'll finish you off first!"
Li Mochou seemed to have expected this person's arrival. There was a cold look on her charming face.
She suddenly rose up, and her body was like a wisp of smoke. She covered a distance of more than ten feet in the blink of an eye. The ice whisk in her hand suddenly lengthened and struck Sun Buer head-on.
The whisk was swung too fast, and accompanied by the sound of strong wind and thunder, it actually drew a long white line in the air, breaking through the air.
"ah!"
The Mongolians around him were protecting Huo Du. They were all breathless when they saw this scene, and couldn't help but exclaimed.
Such violent martial arts and fierce strength will crush even heavy cavalry wearing iron armor. How can a flesh and blood body resist it?
Zheng!
The corner of Sun Buer's eyes twitched, and he felt a crisis in his heart. With a clear sword sound, a cold light flashed from the long sword in his hand, and he parried from a distance.
The light of her sword streaked across the sky, but there was no fierce murderous intention. She just used the yin and yang of Quanzhen swordsmanship together, and the defensive swordsmanship of hard and soft rotation to the extreme.
"Aren't you here to kill me for revenge? Why do you act like a turtle when you see me?"
"Let me see how many of my moves you can block?!"
Li Mochou's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and she waved the fly whisk in her hand, causing the silver threads to fall down like a waterfall.
boom!
Peiran exploded with great force, and Sun Buer couldn't help but retreat, but she clenched her silver teeth tightly, and her long sword swayed like catkins in the wind, guarding the door tightly.
When the enemy's murderous intent has temporarily retreated, the old strength has gone, and the new strength has not yet arisen, the long sword in the palm suddenly explodes like a poisonous snake.
The power that had been accumulated just now rushed out like a floodgate.
"Devil, die!"
This style of swordsmanship accumulates strength in defense, and then looks for opportunities to explode the enemy's strength and your own strength, making it possible to move a thousand pounds.
It is the changing of the stars in Quanzhen swordsmanship.
The long sword was as sharp as a rainbow, as if a ray of starlight fell from the sky, piercing Li Mochou's neck.
"I underestimated you!"
Li Mochou didn't move, only to feel a continuous slashing force from Sun Buer's sword, like a comet striking the moon, destroying everything.
But her expression was indifferent, and the ice dust swept away from left or right in all directions like a violent storm.
Sun Buer's face was serious, and the long sword in his palm drew a series of circles of light, like thousands of cold stars blooming, approaching to meet the attack.
Quanzhen swordsmanship has seven swords and seven styles, a total of seventy-seven and forty-nine styles. The changes are subtle, the sword power is continuous, and the power is extremely powerful.
This martial art contains the wonders of the Big Dipper Tiangang, the principles of heaven and man, and is easy to learn but difficult to master. When practiced to a high level, it is by no means inferior to any martial arts in the world.
When Wang Chongyang defeated many other peerless warriors at the top of Mount Huashan and became number one in the world, he relied on his innate skills and this set of exquisite swordsmanship.
Sun Buer knew in his heart that this female devil was a formidable enemy, so he immediately braced himself and faced the enemy with all his strength. In an instant, the two of them exchanged more than thirty moves.
Li Mochou's attack came closer and closer. Sun Buer narrowed the sword circle and concentrated on parrying, but inevitably fell into a disadvantage.
After only a few breaths, Li Mochou swung her slender waist slightly, wrapped the long sword with the silver thread of the whisk, and swept the enemy's right arm with a gentle flick of her left hand.
Sun Buer's complexion changed drastically, his arms went numb, and the long sword in his palm came out!
"Stop hurting my junior sister!"
"stop!"
"Master, be careful!"
Amidst the noisy screams and shouts, the ice whisk in Li Mochou's palm struck Sun Buer's forehead with the force of rolling wind and thunder.
when!
At this moment, a sheathed long sword came out and stabbed Li Mochou's vest straight.
"snort!"
Li Mochou snorted coldly, turned around suddenly, and pulled out phantoms ten feet away.
"Liu Chuxuan, you are also an expert, but you actually hurt people behind their backs?!"
The one who took action at the critical moment was Liu Chuxuan, one of the Seven Quanzhen Sons who arrived in time and was known as the Changsheng Son.
Along with him, there were more than a dozen Quanzhen Sect disciples and Murong Jiu.
At this time, everyone gathered around him, unsheathed their swords, and stared at Li Mochou fiercely.
Murong Jiu wore a gray preaching robe, and the left sleeve was empty, and it turned out to be a broken arm.
She looked ferocious and said in a spiteful tone: "Li Mochou, you have caused me so much misery. If you fall into my hands today, I will definitely make you die a miserable death."
"Fellow Taoist priests, there is no need to talk about the rules of the world with this female devil. Let's swarm her and kill her first."
After Murong Jiu finished speaking, he turned to look at Huo Dou, his pupils shrank slightly, and said, "This should be Prince Huo Dou, right? The prince is here today, and he probably has some grudge against this female devil, right?"
"How about we join forces together?"
