Chapter 85 The Cultivator's Sword
The rain is pouring down.
Dark clouds wrapped around the cliffs and mountain peaks, making it so oppressive that it made people feel breathless.
The donkey was panting in the heavy rain.
Mo Liuqi stared blankly at the half-broken mask, and an expressionless and cold face appeared in front of him.
He has a expressionless face, but he likes to wear a smiling mask. Every time Mo Liuqi sees him, he will laugh at his hypocrisy in front of that person.
The man with the expressionless face was not angry. He said he couldn't laugh, so he wanted to wear a mask that represented a smile.
The heavy rain was like a pillar, soaking Mo Liuqi's clothes.
He picked up the mask. The mud had been washed away by the rain, and there was a little blood on the mask.
"Complete three more missions and I'll be free, and you'll be the world's greatest assassin."
"After I retire, I will make a lot of wine. If you are hungry, you can come and ask for some."
"Assassin, no one knows which mission will fail and whose body will rot in the wilderness. So, if you like someone, you should tell them as soon as possible. Whether they accept you or not is another matter."
Mo Liuqi grabbed the mask, and scenes flashed before his eyes. Those were the scenes of him chatting with the man with the expressionless face.
On the edge of the cliff, under the moonlight, there is often an expressionless, thin young man holding a long sword with the hilt tied with cloth, looking at the empty space outside the cliff, with yearning and hope in the depths of his pupils.
"Momian Paralysis, you are free."
"Bless you."
The rain slid down Mo Liuqi's chin and gathered into a silk thread.
Mo Liuqi put away the mask and looked towards the top of the cliff where the roar continued to come from.
A fiery red figure like a blood-red mandala flower wearing a half-silver mask flashed before my eyes. Suddenly, I seemed to see the red-dressed figure, like a drop of red ink, falling into the water and completely disintegrating.
I suddenly felt a little panicky and frightened.
The paralyzed face is right, if you like it, just say it as soon as possible...
Mo Liuqi climbed onto the donkey and whipped the bamboo pole. The donkey immediately neighed and ran towards the top of the mountain with its hooves spread out.
The sound of hooves exploded, splashing countless mud.
…
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
Outside, the situation was turbulent and bloody.
The island in the middle of the lake is like a paradise, leisurely and comfortable.
The lake breeze, filled with spiritual energy, blew gently, causing ripples on the surface of the lake. Fishermen rowed their boats alone and cast their fishing nets, in which fat sea bass were rolling.
Ni Yu stuck her butt out and kept making fart sounds, but her eyes were full of excitement. She brought Jing Yue to the black pot that had been enlightened by Lu Fan and added herbs into the pot one by one.
She, Ni Yu, wants to make an elixir!
Nie Zhangqing stood with his hands behind his back, floating on the surface of the lake, guiding little Nie Shuang to practice punching in the lake.
Yi Yue was still sitting cross-legged in practice, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. She was very diligent and she worked very hard.
Everything on the island is very harmonious.
The terrace on the second floor of Baiyujing.
Lu Fan leaned on the railing and listened to the wind.
In front of him, Yi Tianshi's mountain and river game was half set up.
"Sir, the wine is ready."
Ning Zhao rolled up her sleeves and held a bronze wine cup in her bare hands, which was filled with hot green plum wine.
Lu Fan took the bronze wine cup, his eyes were as deep as the stars in the sky.
Even though she has now reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Dan Realm, she dare not look directly into Lu Fan's eyes at this moment.
The young master's eyes at this moment seemed to contain the whole world.
"Interesting. The Mohist School joined forces with the Northern Commander's army to occupy the former Red City, intending to march straight into the Imperial Capital, but the Overlord led 80,000 Western Commander cavalry to attack the Mohist Mechanical City..."
Lu Fan took a sip of green plum wine, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
In fact, for him, it doesn’t matter how the world situation changes or how the imperial power changes.
What he cares about is the changes at the entire world level.
What he needs to do is to cultivate practitioners.
Only when powerful practitioners emerge can the level of the world be elevated.
Compared with the original Chicheng, there was a confrontation between the Beijun army and the elite troops of the Great Zhou.
Lu Fan was more curious about the battle on the Donghu Mo family mechanical city.
Because he discovered something even more interesting...
It seems that Mo Liuqi is about to run into Overlord.
If a fight breaks out, would it be considered the first clash between cultivators?
However, it seems that Mo Liuqi's chances of winning are not very high.
Lu Fan drank with great interest.
The battle between the ancient Qi-refining master Jiang Chao and Overlord and others in the Wolongling Immortal Palace can actually be regarded as a clash of practitioners, but in fact, for Lu Fan, that battle was nothing to watch, because the ancient Qi-refining master was set up by him, and Lu Fan followed his established rules from the beginning to the end, so naturally there was no suspense.
It would be interesting to see the practitioners that you have personally trained competing against each other.
"Huh?"
Lu Fan suddenly raised his eyebrows and took another sip of green plum wine.
The scene in front of my eyes jumped, spanning a distance of hundreds of miles, from the battlefield of the Mo family mechanical city to Zuilong City.
In Zuilong City, it seemed that another scene beyond his expectations was about to break out.
"Sister Ning, add more wine, Master, I'm so busy."
Lu Fan leaned against the railing, listening to the wind, and raised the bronze wine glass in his hand.
“Yes.”
Ning Zhao had a beautiful and gentle face, and was dancing in a white dress. She was holding a bottle of hot green plum wine and pouring it into Lu Fan's cup. The wine exuded an intoxicating aroma.
…
Drunken Dragon City.
The originally quiet farmyard became a mess.
There was fear in the white bird's eyes as it hid in the chicken coop holding Xiao Feng.
The mysterious and elusive Taoist priest in a conical hat made her panic.
She was just an ordinary chicken farmer who liked to treat people to her chicken soup. If she had not just experienced the "immortal fate", she might have fainted by now.
The familiar mother-in-law suddenly transformed into a voluptuous beauty with a body so hot that she felt ashamed of herself.
It completely overturned her perception.
What frightened her even more was...
My mother-in-law killed someone.
In the farmyard.
With her hair flying in the wind, she swung the short knife in her hand, piercing through the chest of a Taoist priest of the Yin-Yang School.
Another Yin-Yang master was also preparing to construct a seal.
However, she was pinned to the ground on one knee by Chi Lian who jumped up. She pulled out a dagger from her skirt which was split to the thigh and stabbed it into the Taoist's neck with an expressionless face.
One knife.
Two knives.
Thirteen knives.
They didn't stop until the alchemist stared with his eyes wide open, unwilling to die.
Chi Lian's beautiful face was covered in blood. She stood up, walked to the Taoist priest who was stabbed in the chest by the dagger, drew out the magic sword, and slashed the other's neck sharply.
In the chicken coop, the white bluebird was stunned.
She looked at Chi Lian, whose body was covered in blood, and there was a hint of... surprise in her eyes.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
So... so handsome! Chi Lian held up the bloody demon sword and stared at Bai Qingniao with shining eyes, and was slightly stunned.
"As expected of a descendant of General Bai who ordered the burial of 300,000 soldiers, your courage is unmatched by ordinary people..."
Chi Lian smiled.
Jiang Li asked her to protect Bai Qingniao, and she did it, living up to the adults' expectations.
suddenly.
Chi Lian's body stiffened slightly.
She turned her head sharply.
Outside the farmyard, the wind blew and the sound of crisp footsteps was heard undisguised.
There was a faint invisible air current blowing in the wind.
“Who?!”
Chi Lian shouted.
Bai Qingniao also widened his eyes while hugging Xiaofeng.
"The master's guess was correct. How could Jiang Li expose his weaknesses without any defense?"
A light voice, with a hint of laziness.
Between the wind blowing.
A thin and handsome figure emerged.
One of the sleeves on his body was empty and fluttering in the wind.
"Mo family...Mo Shougui!"
Chi Lian’s eyes narrowed.
Mo Shougui's expression was gentle. He glanced at Chi Lian, then ignored her and landed on Bai Qingniao.
“Tsk tsk tsk…”
"The descendant of the Bai family who once massacred 300,000 people with a wave of her hand has now become an ordinary chicken farmer. Jiang Li really protected her well enough..."
Mo Shougui chuckled.
Bai Qingniao was startled.
Chi Lian raised the blood-stained sword.
"Let alone the fact that you were poisoned, even if you weren't, I would only need one move to defeat you."
Mo Shougui sneered.
One arm raised.
A wisp of spiritual energy absorbed from the secret realm of Wolong Ridge was mobilized by the Qi Dan.
Combined with the energy and blood, the impact burst out, causing Chi Lian's pupils to constrict, coughing up blood, and flying backwards to the side of Bai Qingniao.
Chi Lian's hair was disheveled and there was a wound on his thigh that was black and rotten. He had been poisoned when he had fought with the Yin-Yang School Taoist priest.
Chi Lian’s face turned pale and he wanted to stand up.
But... I felt a huge sense of powerlessness.
Bai Qingniao's face turned pale.
Looking at Mo Shougui who was approaching step by step, Bai Qingniao stubbornly stood in front of Chi Lian.
Mo Shougui looked at Bai Qingniao with a strange look in his eyes.
"The master told me not to kill you, but to take you away."
"But... I think it would be better if you appeared in Yuan Chicheng with your head. Once Jiang Li goes crazy, the Great Zhou will collapse like a landslide."
Mo Shougui's empty sleeves fluttered and a sword appeared in his hand.
His eyes gradually widened and a paranoid smile appeared.
No nonsense, no hesitation.
Because he knew that hesitation would lead to defeat.
One of his hands was broken because of hesitation.
The sharp sword roared.
Mo Shougui's sword raised in an arc and swept towards Bai Qingniao's neck.
Once it is wiped, the white blue bird's head will definitely rise into the sky.
suddenly.
Just when Mo Shougui's sword was about to cut off Bai Qingniao's head.
Beiluo Lake.
A young man in white clothes sitting in a wheelchair was drinking and laughing, placing a chess piece on the board.
"A cultivator's sword was actually swung at an ordinary chicken farmer."
"Shame on you."
After making the move.
The majestic spiritual energy is released from a distance.
How can the chicken farmer die when the phoenix hasn’t appeared yet?
Zuilongcheng, above the farmyard.
The clouds are rolling in.
There is spiritual energy like a pillar, bursting out and falling.
It enveloped the white blue bird...and the little Feng in his arms.
The chick Xiao Feng shook its body for a moment and straightened its wings.
The throat couldn't help but let out a deafening and loud cry...
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