Fog, heavy fog all over the sky.
Mo Guyuan opened his eyes tiredly. Just when he was about to stand up, he suddenly realized that he couldn't move. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not leave the surface.
Looking at the thick fog in the sky, he tried to use his mind to sense the surroundings, but the distance was only a few feet, and he found nothing within the detection range. He didn't know where Yu Qing, Yu Nie and others had gone.
Mo Guyuan breathed steadily and tried his best to stay awake. The fog was deep in front of him. Although he didn't know why he couldn't move, he thought that being on the eighth floor might be caused by some kind of restriction. He didn't notice anything for a while. It was dangerous, so he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
About an hour later, a gust of wind blew, and the heavy fog in front of him strangely disappeared after just one encounter. The moment the fog dissipated, Mo Guyuan stood up from the ground immediately. He first looked at Looking around, I saw that I was in a wilderness, with overgrown weeds on the left and right. Looking forward, I saw that there was still heavy fog at the end of my sight.
Mo Guyuan checked his situation and found that there was no abnormality. He then took steps forward and walked forward. Compared with the bright and sunny weather on the ninth floor, the eighth floor was dark and gloomy without a trace of sunlight.
The grass blades were covered with frost, and a hint of coolness gradually came over him. Mo Guyuan seemed to be unaware. As he walked away, the heavy fog in front of him also receded to both sides.
At the end of the line of sight, under the clouds and mist, there was a grass temple sitting there. Mo Guyuan frowned and did not move forward rashly for a moment.
Along the way, there was endless grassland under my feet. According to my own inference, the weather here must be autumn, the temperature was a bit cold, but except for the first gust of wind, there was no movement.
It was deserted and inhabited, not to mention a human figure, not even a bird was seen.
After watching for a while, Mo Guyuan walked slowly in. The wooden door of the Cao Temple was tightly closed. Just as he was about to push the door open, he smelled a hint of blood between his mouth and nose.
A bad premonition sounded in Mo Guyuan's mind, and he exclaimed, "Fish girl!"
But before the door was pushed open, a cold light flashed through the gap and stabbed directly into Mo Guyuan's chest.
Mo Guyuan's face darkened. The sword was sharp and sharp. Even if the door was not opened, the cold blade could still pass through the crack in the door and kill him. It seemed that someone had been ambushing him here.
Mo Guyuan immediately dodged sideways, but because the man in the door attacked too quickly, his clothes were still pierced by the tip of the sword, leaving a long sword mark on his chest.
Blood flowed down instantly.
Mo Guyuan kicked the concierge upside down, and his body retreated and flew out. He first looked down at his injuries. Fortunately, the sword marks were not deep, so he seemed to be fine.
The Xuanyuan Swords floated out with an imposing momentum. Just when Mo Guyuan was about to rush into the Cao Temple to see who was sneaking around, four sword lights suddenly flashed from all directions. The white light stirred up the heavy fog here, and for a moment it was thick. The fog rolled in again, surrounding Mo Guyuan.
Mo Guyuan looked around, then grabbed Xuanyuan with one hand, and with a graceful movement of his wrist, the Xuanyuan sword danced with sword flowers in his hand, and the sword shadows changed, and it swung straight towards the thick fog surrounding it.
For a moment, the sound of metal clashing with golden armor was heard on the grassland. Except for Mo Guyuan's gesture of dancing a sword, nothing could be seen clearly in the heavy fog.
Mo Guyuan turned over and held out his sword. A muffled groan came from the heavy fog in front of him. Then Mo Guyuan increased his speed and slid his sword fingers together along the Xuanyuan Sword's body. A green light suddenly appeared, Along with it, dozens of Tai Chi diagrams flew by. qqxδnew
The dust and smoke dissipated and the fog gradually faded. Mo Guyuan's figure flashed. When he reappeared, he was pointing his sword at the two people on the ground condescendingly, and asked coldly, "It is indeed you."
Two people were injured and fell to the ground. Their faces were pale and blood was bleeding from the corners of their mouths. They looked at Mo Guyuan with cold eyes and did not speak for a while.
Mo Guyuan looked back at the Cao Temple and saw that the door was always closed. Even though he had seriously injured two people, there was still no response inside the door.
"If I remember correctly, you had murderous intentions against me back in Canghai. Now that you are hiding here, you must be plotting against me." Mo Guyuan said calmly.
The two men were wearing white clothes with sword pictures on their upper sleeves, which was the symbol of the Nine Swords of the White Tiger of the Kongtong Sect.
There was one person who impressed Mo Guyuan deeply. He was Sun Datong. The other person he had never seen before, but judging from his clothes, he was undoubtedly a disciple of Kongtong.
"Brother, this man's swordsmanship is far superior to that of you and me. What should we do now?" Kongtong disciple, who was severely injured and fell to the ground by Mo Guyuan's Tai Chi Tu, sent a message to Sun Datong aside and asked.
Sun Datong's face was livid. He did not answer, but just stared at Mo Guyuan, his eyes full of resentment.
"It's your unlucky fault. Since you came here looking for death, I'll kindly give you a ride. Canghai can't kill you. Do you think you still have a chance to escape when you get here?" Sun Datong shouted fiercely.
Mo Guyuan's eyes were cold, he had no murderous intention, but seeing the look of hatred on Sun Datong's face, an evil spirit arose in his heart for a moment.
"Oh? It seems that you are here well prepared. Although I don't know how many means you have, it should be easy for me to kill you two before that, right? Don't forget, you were not as skilled as others in Canghai , I almost risked my own life if I wanted to do some murderous and hustling business, is it possible that you still blame me?"
Sun Datong said angrily, "You traitor, if Senior Brother Li hadn't been practicing in seclusion, how could we have allowed you to run wild? You stole the Wuying Sect and colluded with the demon world. One day, we in the fairy world will only ask questions from you, and you will be waiting to be punished." Die."
Mo Guyuan snorted coldly, and the murderous look in his eyes became stronger. Especially when he heard Sun Datong slandering and attacking him, a feeling of resentment arose spontaneously.
The Xuanyuan sword screamed and trembled, as if he had not felt such strong murderous aura from Mo Guyuan for a long time, and it also contained a bit of excitement and desire.
"In this case, I will kill you first and then see if you have the ability to seek revenge from me." After saying this, Mo Guyuan slashed his sword straight down and stabbed the Kongtong disciple below.
"Senior brother, save me!" He cried out, and under Sun Datong's horrified eyes, he saw that before his fellow disciples could react, his chest was easily broken open by the Xuanyuan Sword, and his energy flowed eastwards.
Xuanyuan Sword was so hungry that it sucked up all the blood of Kongtong disciple in an instant. When he looked at it again, he seemed to have become a mummy.
Sun Datong trembled and looked at Mo Guyuan with incredulous eyes. He never expected that this man would be so decisive in killing, and there would be no sloppiness in his hands.
Xuanyuan Sword's green light was infinite, and there was a trace of blood that was not easily noticeable in the depths, and then spread quietly to Mo Guyuan's palm.
Subconsciously, Sun Datong crawled back tremblingly, unable to think of anything else.
Mo Guyuan sneered at the corner of his mouth, and walked towards him step by step with his sword in hand. His eyes were gloomy and his face was full of unreasonable hatred.
"You know, what I hate the most is people like you. You claim to be an upright person, and you keep talking about the so-called benevolence, justice, and justice. But when it comes to your own interests, your behavior is so despicable that even a demon is much better than someone like you. ”
Sun Datong was filled with fear and yelled, "Kill me, do you think the immortal world will let you go? I tell you, you can't run away. You have a magic weapon like Xuanyuan in your hand, and you are harming my colleagues, don't talk about us." Kongtong, even the Wuying Sect is to blame, do you think you can leave alive when you get here?"
The Xuanyuan Sword glowed brightly, and Mo Guyuan was extremely stimulated by Sun Datong's words, especially since he never left the Wuying Sect. This had already violated his bottom line. For him, learning from Hu Liqing was the most important thing for two people. If the matter between you and me involves a sect, the result is definitely not what he wants to see.
"If I kill you, there will be one less person to gossip about, and my ears will be clean."
At the critical moment of life and death, Sun Datong could no longer keep his composure, and shouted sharply at the top of his voice, "Brother Xiao, take action quickly."
The earth suddenly trembled. Mo Guyuan, who was about to strike down with his sword, suddenly froze. Before he could react, his whole body leaned forward. When he looked down, he saw a cracked thigh. Two hands stretched out from the ground for no reason. At this moment, they were grabbing his ankles and pulling him to the ground.
The moment Mo Guyuan fell down, his mind moved slightly, Xuanyuan Sword floated up on its own, and then plunged straight into the ground with a huge force. In an instant, the entire land was filled with dust and smoke.
Mo Guyuan felt the weight under his feet. Although the Xuanyuan Sword split the earth, it could not hurt him. The figure under the ground seemed to know this, and held on to his ankle tightly without letting go.
A ray of yellow light flickered under Mo Guyuan's feet. The next moment, before Mo Guyuan could react, his fallen body could no longer get up. Until this moment, Mo Guyuan felt a little more afraid.
His feet were covered with yellow talismans, and the talismans were shining brightly. It was unknown what kind of talisman they were, but Mo Guyuan felt that it was difficult to move even an inch, as if there were tens of thousands of kilograms of heavy objects hanging on his feet, and he could not break free at all.
Mo Guyuan took a deep breath and tried his best to sit up from the ground, but his feet were imprisoned by the spell and he was already trapped.
The dust gradually dispersed, and a figure gradually came into Mo Guyuan's eyes. This man had a dignified appearance, extraordinary appearance, and looked quite handsome.
Mo Guyuan had a gloomy face. Although he had never seen this person before, there was always a feeling of familiarity in his impression. Especially when he saw this person dressed up, he had already concluded that the person coming was also his former enemy, Seven Star Island.
Sun Datong, who was surviving the disaster, held on for a breath and crawled over. Seeing that Mo Guyuan below was unable to move, his face became arrogant again for a moment, "Hahahaha, let's see where you can run. Say you are alive." You can’t leave here, do you think I’m bluffing you?”
Mo Guyuan ignored Sun Datong's sarcasm, but narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the handsome stranger.
"Xiao Heng."
The young man in mail changed his face slightly and said in surprise, "I didn't expect you still remember me."
