Taoist students

Chapter 234 Murder

"This should be the iron of the silver pole."

He had studied it carefully for a long time after he got the list of strange records in the world from Yin Shang.

At this time, it suddenly occurred to me that the iron of the silver pole, which ranked No. 90 on the list of strange stones, is quite similar to the material used to refine this silver needle.

The Qishibang's description of the iron of the silver pole is that it is as light as a feather, and sometimes there will be a gleam of crystal light.

But the amount of silver iron in front of me is really too little, right?It is also most suitable to be refined into a silver needle magic weapon.

Dongfang Mo was a little regretful at first, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered that when he was with Zaipao boy, that boy had mentioned to him a very tricky and weird magic weapon called Biyousi.

This Biyousi is made of some kind of refining material into a silk shape, which can avoid the detection of the spiritual consciousness, and makes it difficult to guard against when attacking.

But this "filament" is not as general as the literal meaning.Instead, it needs to be tens or hundreds of times thinner than hair, reaching the point where the naked eye can't detect it at all, so it can be called "silk".

Of course, if you want to refine it to be tens or even hundreds of times thinner than a hair, the requirements for the material are quite high, and it is impossible for ordinary high-grade ores to reach this level of toughness.

But this extremely silver iron ranks No. 90 and [-]th on the strange stone list.Naturally, it is not an ordinary refining material, and it is enough to refine it into that green silk.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo nodded his head, put it away preciously, and then turned around.

"Grumble!"

When he looked forward, he found that the body of the handsome boy had shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all the essence and blood had soaked into the ground.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo suddenly looked at the dry blood river that was tens of feet deep not far away, and looked at the scarlet liquid flowing at the bottom of the river, with a thoughtful and dignified look in his eyes.

After a while, he came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and took a breath, and grabbed the storage bag left by the handsome boy in his hand.

The fight between him and the handsome young man seemed cumbersome, but in fact it was over in just dozens of breaths.

So he suddenly raised his head, looked into the distance, and swept across more than ten other battle groups.

His gaze finally settled on a burly figure.

At this time, Xing Wu forced a young man with a scar on his face to retreat steadily.

The scar-faced young man was a disciple of one of the forces who didn't know, and his cultivation level was at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.In his hand, he controls a strangely shaped black flying shuttle.

The two ends of the shuttle are pointed and the middle is round.When galloping, it rotates at high speed and makes a "woo-woo" sound, which makes people feel a little chest tight.

You must know that Xing Wu's punch is enough to blow up the monks in the late stage of foundation establishment.But this person didn't fight him head-on at all, relying on the sharpness of the flying shuttle to entangle him, while he kept fighting.

Although Xing Wu's stature is burly, he turned into a gust of wind and raged while running, and his speed was extremely fast. If this continues, the scar-faced youth will definitely lose.

So Dongfang Mo looked elsewhere.

One of the battle groups was an ordinary-looking yellow-robed woman, who was controlling a yellow talisman, and was fighting fiercely with a late-stage Jiang family man.

However, the battle between the two was obviously coming to an end, and after observing four or five breaths, the yellow-robed woman used the talisman on her head to burn the Jiang family man into ashes.

Dongfang Mo turned his head again, looking at a somewhat short boy and a man from Gongsun's family.

The boy's fingers were extremely long, which looked weird.The figure was extremely flexible, erratic, and suddenly appeared behind the man from the Gongsun family, and his palm suddenly reached out.

With the sound of "Puff!", even the whole arm did not enter the back of the Gongsun family man.A finger that was as long as an ordinary person's palm pierced through his chest.

The man from Gongsun's family looked down and found that there was still a bloody heart in his palm.

At this point, his pupils were dilated and his eyes lost their luster.

Similar scenes are still happening in many places.

Dongfang Mo just looked around and then looked away.Then he touched his chin, and his eyeballs rolled around, as if thinking of something.His figure moved suddenly, and when he reappeared, he was already behind the scar-faced young man tens of feet away.

At this time, the scar-faced young man was struggling to avoid Xing Wu's fists, and the flying shuttle he was controlling was bright and dim, obviously under Xing Wu's physical fists, the spirituality of the magic weapon itself had been damaged.

As soon as Dongfang Mofang appeared, there was almost no hesitation, and he pointed at the foot of the scar-faced young man.

"Pfft!"

Two arm-thin vines came out like lightning, wrapping around the scar-faced young man's ankles with lightning speed.At this point, his retreating figure suddenly paused.

And taking this opportunity, Xing Wu turned into a gust of wind and appeared in front of him immediately, a huge fist was continuously enlarged in his eyes.

The expression of the scar-faced young man changed drastically, and he folded his hands in front of his chest.A burst of bright golden light erupted from the arm, as if poured from golden juice.

"Bang" sound.

In the next breath, Xing Wu's fist hit his arm hard.His golden arms exploded in an instant, and the area below his shoulders became empty.

The scar-faced young man spat out a mouthful of hot blood when he opened his mouth, the vines under his feet snapped, and his figure flew upside down.

Although he broke two arms, his life is safe for the time being.This person can be considered decisive, so he took advantage of the situation and burst back. At the same time, he had decided to use some kind of secret technique of burning life energy to reshape the broken arm and double his own strength.

Although there are endless troubles in doing so, but now, he has no choice.

As soon as the scar-faced youth landed, he was about to distance himself from Xing Wu.However, the moment he turned around, a young Xiaodao stood in front of him at some point.

The Taoist priest raised his right hand and patted his forehead with his slender palm.

"Clap" sound.

In a daze, the scar-faced young man seemed to see a square pattern appearing in the Taoist priest's palm.

Immediately, he felt a violent and powerful demon soul drilled out of the Taoist priest's palm, and then entered his sea of ​​consciousness from between his brows.

In an instant, the expression of the scar-faced young man was distorted, revealing an unspeakable pain.In just three to five breaths of effort, his body fell limply under Dongfang Mo's feet.

Dongfang Mo's mind moved, and the palm-suppressing magic map disappeared again.

"Sajia can kill him, so why do you do it!"

At this time, Xing Wu suddenly appeared in front of him, looked at him and said with some dissatisfaction.

"I know you can kill him, but now is not the time to show off."

Dongfang Mo's eyes were bloodshot, killing two people in a row made him extremely excited, and the bloodthirsty emotion in his heart could hardly be restrained.

At the critical moment, he bit the tip of his tongue, and at the same time injected mana into the brass bell around his waist.

"Jingle Bell!"

With a pleasant sound, he shook his head vigorously, and finally regained a trace of sobriety.

So he glanced at the woman in the yellow robe in the distance without any trace.

He could see clearly just now that this woman was already planning to kill him, perhaps because his cultivation here was only at the early stage of foundation establishment, which seemed to be the weakest.

However, when she saw that she was standing with Xing Wu, after a moment of contemplation, she finally chose another Jiangu disciple who was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment to act.

Dongfang Mo withdrew his gaze. He really felt a breath of great perfection in the foundation building period from this woman.And the yellow talisman on the girl's head must be a talisman.So he was extremely afraid of this woman.

This is also the reason why he shot like lightning and beheaded the scar-faced youth recklessly, just to let others know that he and Xing Wu are all the same.If you want to take action against them, you must weigh it.Looking at it now, it really has a miraculous effect.

And at this time, the short boy, Yin Xiao's gaze also looked at Dongfang Mo and the two of them.He put his blood-soaked fingers to his mouth, licked the bright red blood, and showed a bloodthirsty smile at the two of them.

"Dog, god, the two of the Sa family are the ones like you who dare to look around."

Facing this person's provocation, Xing Wu was furious, and he couldn't help but want to kill the boy.

"Stop! You idiot."

Dongfang Mo's expression twitched, and his figure turned into an afterimage, blocking in front of him.

After all, it was hard for others to throw their hands at him. If Xing Wu's pig-headedness made a rash move, it would definitely be another trouble.

"Get out of the way, the Sa family will kill him!"

Xing Wu patted Dongfang Mo on the shoulder, trying to push him away.

Under the huge force, Dongfang Mo staggered and was almost knocked to the ground by him.

But fortunately, he was prepared for it. With a shake of his shoulder at this time, he guided the force from his shoulder to his legs, and then unloaded it to the ground.

"puff!"

His feet sank three inches deep, and after his body stabilized, he still stood in front of Xing Wu.

At this moment, he really wanted to push Xing Wu to the ground and beat him violently.A guy with well-developed limbs and a simple mind, he does things without thinking at all.

"Don't worry about it, it will be over soon."

Dongfang Mo stood still, looked at him and spoke.

Hearing this, Xing Wu raised his head and looked forward.

I saw the woman in the yellow robe, relying on the floating talisman above her head, to burn the disciple of Jiangu into a pile of ashes again.

In another place, a young man in a blue robe and a lean man in short hexagrams fought into a fight.

The blue-robed boy held a bull horn, and the torrential river water kept gushing out from the bull horn.

On the other hand, the thin man's hands were covered with circles of iron rings, and as he waved his arms, layers of ripples stirred, squeezing the river to the sides.

However, the river was turbulent, as if it were endless, turning into a tide, one wave after another, rolling towards the thin man, and his figure was submerged in the river in the blink of an eye.

The river twisted, wrapping the thin man into an oval cocoon that was three feet high.

At this point, the blue-robed boy gave a disdainful smile and was about to take back the magic weapon in his hand.

But in the next breath, the river suddenly exploded, and a figure descended from the sky.

It was a thin man. He was still in the air, so his arms shook, and the circles of iron rings collided with each other, making a "clang clang" sound.

At the same time, a white ripple visible to the naked eye swept towards the blue-robed boy.

With a "bang".

Before the blue-robed boy could react, his body exploded and was torn apart.

It wasn't until this moment that the lean man raised his head out of breath, looking as if he had consumed a lot.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo also heaved a sigh of relief.

Now, only him, Xing Wu, the woman in yellow robe, the thin boy, and the thin man were left present.No more, no less, exactly five people.

So Dongfang Mo turned sideways and stood side by side with Xing Wu, looking at the other three with vigilance in their eyes.

Xing Wu crossed his arms and looked down at the three of them, his eyes full of disdain.

However, after a while, Xing Wu seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked up at the black-robed figure sitting cross-legged in mid-air, and said:

"Didn't you say that there are only five people left? Now there are only five people. If you have something to say, you can fart. The Sa family has no time to deal with you."

"hiss!"

Hearing this, everyone gasped.

I wondered if this kid had eaten Lei Zhenzi, he was so courageous.He dared to use such a tone to talk to the leader of the blood clan whose cultivation was unknown.

Dongfang Mo was also taken aback, and raised his head very cautiously, looking at the black-robed figure in mid-air.

After Xing Wu's words fell, the black-robed figure remained unmoved, wondering what he was thinking.It wasn't until a moment later that he spoke in ventriloquist:
"I did say that there are five people left, but there are six of you, and there is one more."

"One more? Do you think you don't know how to count? Pooh!"

Xing Wu looked around for a week and found that there were indeed only five people, he became a little annoyed, and spit out three feet away while talking.

However, at the moment when the black-robed figure's words fell, for some reason, Dongfang Mo's heart skipped a beat.

The next moment, the hairs all over his body started to stand up, just because of a cold breath like a poisonous snake, it was about to bite his back.

The moment Dongfang Mo's expression changed drastically, his figure was almost on the subconscious side.

"Huh!"

A slender soft sword slashed across his chest soundlessly, tearing the air apart.

Fortunately, he moved quickly. If he still maintained the posture just now, the soft sword might stab his chest.

Dongfang Mo turned around abruptly, and saw a tall and thin figure in night clothes, only showing a pair of cold eyes, leaning forward, holding a sword in his right hand, still maintaining the posture of drawing the sword.

This person was the assassin who nearly killed him on Bone Mountain last time.

Unexpectedly, this assassin was also in the formation, and it seemed to be at the end, and it was only at this time that he attacked him fiercely, wanting to kill him with one blow.

The moment he saw this assassin, Dongfang Mo's blood boiled, and two frightening murderous intentions suddenly burst out in his eyes.

The killing intent for this person has already surpassed that of the red-clothed girl back then, life and death are life and death.

"court death!"

Without any hesitation, he raised his arm and grabbed the person's face.

(End of this chapter)