Chapter 88 Are you from Beiluo Baiyujing?

Heavy rain poured down. Raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, making the sky and the earth hazy.

On the mechanical city.

Overlord Xiang Shaoyun stood there with his halberd and sword on his back, the rain running down his hair, eyebrows and chin.

On the iron chain.

Mo Liuqi stood there with his thin body, the silver scissors suspended beside his cheek, spinning continuously at high speed, splashing rain water, and the water gathered into a thread at his chin.

The roar still echoed between the cliffs.

"Practitioners..."

The Overlord let out a breath slowly.

He raised his hand and grabbed the long axe behind his back with his thick arms.

As for practitioners, even a tyrant would not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

After what happened at Wolong Ridge, Overlord looked at the practitioners with great solemnity. Every practitioner was very strong.

"The Mohist School actually secretly cultivated practitioners?"

The Overlord frowned and said.

On the iron chain, Mo Liuqi walked step by step.

The suspended scissors are like stars in the dark night.

Mohist School...

For the Mohist school, Mo Liuqi is emotionless. The Mohist school does not want assassins to be full of emotions, because emotional assassins will have flaws and easily lead to mission failure.

Therefore, in the Mohist school, the life of an assassin is depressing.

In fact, the Machinery City is a place that many assassins want to escape from, just like Mo Yichen. His wish is to complete the last mission, leave the Machinery City, and retire to the countryside.

For Mo Liuqi, the cold Mo family could not give him warmth.

But what made him feel warm were Ah Zhu and Mo Yichen.

On the iron chain.

One by one, the Xiliang warriors rushed towards Mo Liuqi, waving their swords.

The Overlord raised his hand and stopped the actions of every Xiliang warrior.

The Overlord does not want anyone to interfere in the fight between cultivators.

In fact, Overlord was also very excited. His blood was slightly boiling. The first fight with a cultivator made him inexplicably look forward to it.

Mo Liuqi calmed down.

The world was filled with tranquility as the rain poured down on it, just like his gradually growing cold and lonely heart.

Suddenly, Mo Liuqi was a little dazed.

He hated the coldness and ruthlessness of the expressionless face.

But today, he seemed to have become the person he once hated the most.

The distance of ten feet, neither far nor near, is the distance between Mo Liuqi on the iron chain and Overlord on the city wall.

This distance is the one that Mo Liuqi is most confident of.

Within this range, he can control the silver scissors, manipulate them with his mind, and assassinate the Overlord from all angles.

Mo Liuqi stood there, motionless, like a sculpture. The rain poured down on him, splashing on the surface of his skin, scattering into water droplets, making his figure somewhat hazy.

Suddenly.

There was a tearing sound.

Like a shooting star across the night, cutting each raindrop in half.

The Overlord held the long axe and squinted his eyes.

Surrounded by demonic energy, he suddenly swung the axe in his hand.

Dang! There was a crisp sound, like thunder in a rainy night, deafening.

The silver scissors were knocked away and spun at high speed in the air.

Mo Liuqi stared at him intently.

The spiritual energy wrapped around him, making his face look a little blurry.

He waved his hand, and the silver scissors stabbed down again.

The Overlord chopped out fiercely with the long axe in his hand.

The silver scissors flew dozens of meters away.

The rainstorm seemed to be the best hiding place for the scissors. The sound of the rainstorm made the trace of the scissors even more mysterious.

Mo Liuqi was well aware of Overlord's power.

His only chance of winning is the "Controlling the Cutting with the Mind" after being amplified by spiritual energy.

This is a collision between a ranged practitioner and a melee practitioner.

Mo Liuqi knew that his strength was far inferior to that of the Overlord, but he did not give up.

His mind recalled the methods used by Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao on the island in the middle of the lake.

They were the strongest practitioners he had ever seen besides Young Master Lu. Mo Liuqi could learn from their methods.

Ning Zhao's spiritual pressure gathered by spiritual energy, Nie Zhangqing's sword control technique...

They all inspired Mo Liuqi.

It is not without reason that Lu Fan said that Mo Liuqi was a genius. Mo Liuqi had a unique advantage in cultivation.

Even Lu Fan was impressed by the fact that he could comprehend the art of controlling the scissors with his mind without the enhancement of spiritual energy.

The Overlord felt the pressure. Even though his body was surrounded by demonic energy, the silver scissors flying freely seemed to be able to give him a fatal blow at any time.

"Hey!"

On the iron chain.

It shook suddenly.

Mo Liuqi put his palms together, shouted softly, and released his will to the extreme.

In the heavy rain, the sound of "duh" should have disappeared in the roar, but it seemed to have traveled through time and space, and exploded in the eardrum of the Overlord from a distance of ten feet.

The Overlord's long axe was suddenly swung out.

Suddenly.

The high-speed rotating silver scissors actually split into two, bypassing the Overlord's long axe and cutting towards the Overlord's throat and heart.

The Overlord narrowed his eyes and roared like thunder.

The long axe suddenly retracted and pressed against his chest, knocking away the disassembled silver scissors.

"interesting……"

"You are not a cultivator trained by the Mohist school. The Mohist school... cannot train a cultivator like you."

The way of the overlord.

However, all the tests that needed to be conducted have been completed.

This battle among practitioners should also come to an end.

Mo Liuqi is very good, but... he only brings some small surprises to Overlord, and more... is disappointment.

Compared to Ning Zhao and Nie Zhangqing, Mo Liuqi is still too weak.

Boom! The demonic energy around the Overlord rose up, and the heavy rain pouring down from the sky paused, and then suddenly bounced away.

Dancing with the Ganqi, his body leaned forward like a leopard.

With one step forward, the accumulated water splashed four feet high.

He jumped high and landed from the mechanical city onto the iron chain. The iron chain swung continuously, splashing countless raindrops.

Mo Liuqi had a cold face as he controlled the silver scissors and continuously attacked the Overlord.

He failed again and again, but he did not give up.

The Overlord walked on the iron chain, his body like a hunting wolf, galloping towards him at a rapid speed.

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The terrifying pressure and strong wind blew Mo Liuqi's hair all over the place, making him feel as if his heart was being gripped by a huge hand.

The ten-foot distance between him and the Overlord was constantly shortening.

Overlord is really strong.

Perhaps... only Young Master Lu can suppress the other party.

Boom! The Overlord's impact caused the rain to hit Mo Liuqi's face.

The piercing pain made him close his eyes and control the spiritual energy around him to form an oppressive... spiritual pressure! A long axe was swung down and stopped abruptly, hanging an inch in front of Mo Liuqi's forehead, and raindrops slowly dripped along the axe blade.

"Nie Zhangqing's sword control technique, Ning Zhao's spiritual pressure..."

"Are you from Beiluo Baiyujing?"

The Overlord said calmly, his voice filled with savage oppression.

The spiritual pressure condensed by Mo Liuqi has too little effect on the Overlord. However, spiritual pressure... this is a skill that only the practitioners in Baiyujing can display.

Therefore, Overlord guessed that Mo Liuqi was most likely related to Baiyujing.

If Mo Liuqi was an assassin from the Mohist school, then Overlord would naturally not care and would just kill him with one axe.

However, if Mo Liuqi came from Baiyujing, Beiluo, then the Overlord would have to think about it.

Young Master Lu of Baiyujing is an extremely mysterious cultivator. It is unknown how powerful he is.

The Overlord does not want to offend Young Master Lu for the time being.

Young Master Lu, who could make Nie Zhangqing a coachman and Ning Zhao a maid, was definitely stronger than he could imagine.

Mo Liuqi opened his eyes. He did not answer Overlord, but he did not deny it either.

The reason he came here was to say goodbye to Ah Zhu. After saying goodbye, he would go to the island in the middle of the lake and become a disciple of Baiyujing.

Therefore, it is not wrong to say that he came from Baiyujing.

However, I didn’t expect that the farewell would become a farewell forever.

"I know what you hate..."

"But this is the difference between the camps. I didn't die, so they died."

Overlord said calmly.

"Leave. Just consider it as a favor I give to Young Master Lu."

The Overlord stood up straight. The over two meter tall Overlord was as burly as a god or demon.

Mo Liuqi lowered his head, with raindrops dripping from the tips of his hair.

He did not utter harsh words, nor did he remain steadfast.

He stood up and grabbed the silver shears.

He turned around silently, the rain hitting his body, making his body tremble slightly.

He is too weak.

He wants to become stronger!

Overlord looked at Mo Liuqi's departing figure with an indifferent look.

Let the tiger go back to the mountains?

In addition to giving face to Young Master Lu, there was another reason why Overlord spared Mo Liuqi's life, and that was... he needed pressure.

There is motivation only when there is pressure, so he deliberately let the tiger go back to the mountain.

The appearance and departure of Mo Liuqi was just an episode for Overlord.

The long axe was raised and roars lingered.

The Xiliang warriors rushed into the Mechanical City in the midst of heavy rain.

…

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan regained his composure.

Mo Liuqi lost, which was not unexpected to Lu Fan. It would have been strange if Mo Liuqi could win.

After becoming a demon, the Overlord has nine levels of demonic energy, and even Ning Zhao may not be his match.

"This Overlord is quite interesting... Is he keeping Mo Liuqi as a whetstone?"

Lu Fan shook the wine glass, and the mellow wine flowed out.

He no longer thought about Mo Liuqi's affairs. Lu Fan had not expected Ah Zhu's death. However, the world was not a fairy tale. There was not so much perfection and beauty.

Take a sip of plum wine.

Leaning against the railing and listening to the wind, Lu Fan began to think about some things in his mind.

The first thing to consider is the "dragon raising land".

After that, the question is how to make "Bai Yujing" a transcendent force.

After the battle at the Wolongling Fairy Palace, Baiyujing had become somewhat famous in the world.

but……

It seems that there is still some gap in becoming a transcendent force.

What Lu Fan needs to do is to make another effort to make Baiyujing a transcendent force that is superior to all other schools of thought.

Just as Lu Fan was thinking.

In the distance, there were faint cheers, mixed with the sound of "puff puff" of farts.

Lu Fan turned his head and looked towards where Ni Yu and Jing Yue were.

Then they saw the black pot in front of them.

There are densely packed round pills like sugar beans emitting heat.

(End of this chapter)