Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Chapter 113 He knelt down (please subscribe)
Outside the woods not far from the battlefield, a tall figure covered in a black cloak was hiding in a hidden corner, quietly watching the fight between Lu Nianchou, Huo Du and others.

Seeing that several Quanzhen disciples were seriously injured by Dalba, he moved his cloak slightly, revealing the sheathed long sword held in his left palm, and placed his right hand on the hilt.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out of the woods to his left. He was as fast as a phantom and shouted urgently: "Huo Dou, I finally found a chance today, please die!"

"Is it her?" The tall figure wrapped in a black cloak took a closer look and couldn't help but frown slightly, "Red Refined Fairy Li Mochou, how could she come to disrupt the situation?"

"These little guys are no match for this female devil."

Keng!
His palm moved slightly, and the long sword immediately popped out three inches from the scabbard, a cold light suddenly appeared, piercingly cold.

But when she saw Li Mochou's next movement, her body froze slightly and stopped temporarily.

hum!
From Li Mochou's left sleeve, five rays of silver light shot out, flashing through the void at an extremely terrifying speed.

"Get out of the way, be careful of the Ice Soul Silver Needle!"

The moment Huo Dou saw Li Mochou, he felt something was wrong and shouted loudly.

However, it was already too late. The Tibetan monk whose right arm was cut off by Lu Nianchou's sword was already protected by several other people. At this time, he had no time to react, and his throat was directly pierced by a silver needle.

"This is……"

A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. In just a few breaths, his face turned black and the body fell to the ground.

Several other people turned over and retreated, narrowly avoiding the silver needle, and were so frightened that they broke into a cold sweat.

Since Lu Nianchou and Huo Du and others were fighting and entangled, Li Mochou was worried about accidentally injuring him, so these silver needles did not go all out and only interrupted the movements of Huo Dou and others.

At this moment, the silver needle stopped, and her figure had already reached lightning.

"Li Mochou, it's you?"

"This matter has nothing to do with you. Isn't the Quanzhen Sect your old enemy of the Tomb Sect? Why are you attacking us?"

"Are you crazy? Are you not afraid of offending my Great Mongolia?"

"I see you are courting death!"

Huo Du's face suddenly darkened, and he exerted force on his arm. The iron bone fan on his left sleeve and right hand responded, setting off a mighty wind and hitting Li Mochou.

"Huo Dou, the last siege at Taiyue Mountain was not avenged. Do you really think that I, Li Mochou, am easy to mess with?!"

Li Mochou said calmly, and at the same time, the whisk moved, and there was a crackling sound, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. Three thousand silver threads hit his head and face, stirring up a fierce and turbulent air current, and hit the red-robed Tibetan monk in front of him.

"not good!"

Facing Li Mochou's power, this man's heart was beating wildly, and he shouted loudly and was about to explode, but suddenly he found that a silver needle had been shot out of the enemy's cuff.

The silver needle came suddenly, swiftly and silently, and penetrated into his heart in an instant.

He was filled with shock and despair, his heart ached, his movements slowed down, and he could only watch helplessly as Li Mochou's whisk fell down, and he spat out all his strength.

Amidst the shock and screams, the man's head exploded instantly, the headless body fell down, and blood flowed on the ground.

Red and white things splattered everywhere, extremely bloody and brutal!
"Li Mochou!"

"you wanna die!"

"I am going to kill you!"

Huo Dou, Daerba and the only remaining red-robed Tibetan monk who witnessed this scene shouted in unison, leaving all other opponents behind, and rushed towards Li Mochou.

call!
The three figures roared away with murderous wind, their power became more powerful, and their attacks became more ruthless!

"Surrender to death!"

Dalba roared, and his tall and thin figure rushed out, roaring like a bull.

Being pulled up by the violent wind at extremely high speeds, he held the vajra in his two arms and raised it high. With a harsh, explosive and roaring sound, he came through the air with the power to destroy mountains and break mountains.

"You really think we are dead!"

An evil smile appeared on Lu Nianchou's lips, he made a hand gesture with his left hand, commanding everyone to move the sword formation, and then slashed towards Dalba's back with the sword in his hand, as if tearing apart the sky.

Among the remaining three enemies, Daerba's martial art is the most powerful, as long as he gets rid of this person first, the remaining two will be nothing to worry about.

Li Mochou saw that he was responding to her from a distance, and a subtle smile flashed across her face. Although the master and the disciple had not spoken, the cooperation at this moment was at its peak.

She looked at Dalba, who was slightly faster than the others. He did not dodge the vajra that crashed down. The fly whisk rose up, like a waterfall hanging upside down, rushing upwards.

Dalba shouted loudly. He had been born with supernatural powers since he was a child. He also practiced the Mahamudra and Vajra Kung Fu of the Tantric Vajra Sect. Every move he made was fierce and domineering.

Seeing Li Mochou refusing to dodge, a flash of violence flashed in his eyes, his arms swelled in vain, he held the vajra and smashed it down on his head.

boom!
The vajra smashed into the dust whisk, and the three thousand silver threads were like waves, with heavy and heavy strength, and even though they were smashed, they continued unceasingly.

Li Mochou's face turned slightly purple. The ancient tomb sect's martial arts were known for their agility. Now, when they were facing the enemy head-on, they were undoubtedly using their own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths.

However, she did not hesitate at all. The silver thread was entangled like a spider web, making it impossible for Dalba to escape temporarily.

Keng!
The sword that was taller than a person in Lu Nianchou's hand came back first, like thunder and lightning, it instantly cut through the sky and slashed towards Dalba's back.

Dalba was locked with the Vajra by Li Mochou, and was unable to move for a moment.

At this critical moment, he could only yell angrily, let go of the vajra, use the power of Mahamudra, and strike at the long knife that cut through the air.

boom!
It was obvious that the flesh and blood body collided with the long knife, but it made a sound like a copper bell.

Dalba's two arms were as if they were made of fine steel, especially the two palms that were originally as white as jade. They swelled in vain, like millstones, tightly clamping the slashing sword.

The two sides were only in a stalemate for a moment, when Li Mochou's fly whisk came with a bang and hit him in the back.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of "crack" and the sound of broken muscles and bones, Dalba's body flew out like straw and crashed to the ground.

His back collapsed, blood seeped out, and his face became extremely pale. He couldn't get up for a long time.

All this happened in a flash of lightning. Only then did Huo Du and another red-robed Tibetan monk reach Li Mochou's side.

"Li Mochou, die!"

"Die!"

Huo Du never expected that almost instantly, Dalba would be seriously injured and fall to the ground.Those damn things from the Quanzhen Sect joined forces with Li Mochou without even the slightest hesitation, and even cooperated in such a tacit understanding.

Huo Dou and the red-robed Tibetan monk roared and attacked from the left and right, killing each other at the same time.

The iron bone fan in his hand whistled just an inch in front of Li Mochou's face.

The red-robed Tibetan monk pierced the palm of his hand, and he slashed with red knife force.

The combo of the two strikes was extremely swift and fierce, and they were both true masters of the rivers and lakes. They were about to put the enemy to death in an instant.

Li Mochou's lightness skills were so amazing, and he was about to be attacked by someone unexpectedly. Without any hesitation, he tapped his toes, swung his waist, and folded his upper body to avoid the enemy's fatal move.

Then he flicked his body, flicked his fly whisk, and collided with Huo Du's Iron Bone Fan. With the help of the enemy's strength, he flew upside down in an instant, avoiding the attack of the flaming knife.

Every move was just right, showing extremely superb Qinggong, martial arts and enemy experience, which was breathtaking.

"Death to me!"

Lu Nianchou did not sit back and watch. He raised his arms vigorously, and the blood in his pupils became more and more intense. His body suddenly jumped up, like a roc spreading its wings, and the sword in his hand suddenly slashed down from the sky towards the red-robed Tibetan monk below. .

The long knife whipped up a terrifying force of wind, like a white thunder falling from the sky!
The red-robed Tibetan monk who bore the brunt was slashing to kill Li Mochou with his flaming sword. He never dreamed that someone would launch such a violent attack from mid-air.

"not good!"

Huo Du's pupils suddenly shrank, and he quickly used his iron fan to stop his companions for a moment.

Bang!

The iron bone fan in his hand was split open by the steel knife as fierce as thunder, and then he slashed at the enemy's head with less force.

"what!"

In the end, the iron bone fan slightly blocked the impact, and the red-robed Tibetan monk slammed his head to the side, avoiding the end of being beheaded.

However, when the long knife slashed, half of his shoulder was instantly torn, and an arm and a large piece of flesh were cut open directly. Blood spattered everywhere and bones were thick.

"what……"

The red-robed Tibetan monk let out a hysterical cry of pain, like a ghost crying. Just hearing it made people feel numb.

He screamed and staggered backwards, the intense pain made his brain go blank, he didn't know where to go, and it was as if the world lost his voice for a moment, only to see Huo Dou shouting something with his eyes tearing apart.

At this time, Lu Nianchou stopped with his sword, then started again. The long sword in his hand twirled and slashed out like a wave.

Amidst the terrifying sound of the knife, the red-robed Tibetan monk who had just staggered back was cut in half by a long sword. Half of his body roared up and then fell hard to the ground. His blood surged like spring water and gathered into a pool of blood. .

Li Mochou, who was originally retreating, suddenly kicked a big tree, then rushed forward at a faster speed, punching out the fly whisk in her hand.

"Ah... stop me!"

Huo Dou's eyes were full of panic and fear. After Li Mochou appeared, in just a dozen breaths, the masters who were traveling with him were almost dead.

The iron-bone fan in his hand suddenly bounced up, opening and closing the fan as if it were flapping wings. The strong wind and thunderous force struck down Li Mochou's fly whisk.

boom!
The whisk and the iron bone fan collided, making a loud noise like a thunderstorm.

Huo Du's martial arts skills were already inferior to Li Mochou's, and because he was so frightened at this moment, he was already three points weaker, and was immediately knocked back by the force of the whisk.

"Huo Dou, let me show you how powerful I am!"

Li Mochou's eyes flashed with blazing murderous intent, and she raised her hand and hit him hard on the chest.

boom!
With a muffled sound, Huo Dou's chest collapsed from the blow. The sharp bones pierced his internal organs, his internal organs trembled, and a mouthful of scarlet blood suddenly came out.

"Ho ho!"

His face was extremely pale, and he fell straight down, slumping to the ground like mud.

"hiss!"

Even the other Quanzhen disciples present couldn't help but gasp when they saw this, and looked at Li Mochou with fear in their eyes.

This beautiful-looking female Taoist nun, with ruthless attacks, swift and mysterious movements, and terrifying hidden weapons, actually killed the originally arrogant enemy in the short time she took action.

Li Mochou looked calm and didn't take it seriously. She was now fully recovered from her injuries, and her internal strength and martial arts had improved even after the last fight.

Coupled with Lu Nianchou's cooperation, there is no way for the enemy to survive.

She looked relaxed and freehand like a young lady who had just returned from an outing, even though the apricot-yellow Taoist robe was not stained with a drop of dust or blood during a fight.

Several Quanzhen disciples looked solemn and stood ready, fearing that the female devil would turn her target on them next.

Li Mochou looked around, and finally stopped at Lu Nianchou. Finally, she just snorted slightly and looked at Huo Dou who was lying on the ground.

"Huo Dou, do you still want to pretend to be dead? I'll give you a ride!"

Murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and she stepped forward with the whisk in her hand shaking slightly, about to beat Huo Dou to death.

At this moment, Huo Dou climbed up like a dead dog and fell to his knees with a thud. There was dark red blood on his chest soaking through his clothes.

A look of fear and despair flashed across his face, and he kowtowed desperately.

"Fairy Li, spare my life."

"I will never dare to be an enemy of a fairy again."

"I am a Mongolian prince and the third disciple of the national master. Killing me will do no good to the fairy."

He kowtowed repeatedly, and his forehead suddenly turned red. Blood beads rolled onto his handsome face. He looked extremely miserable, but also indescribably ferocious.

"If the fairy spares my life, I will only obey the fairy's orders from now on, and I will never dare to violate it at all."

"Please, let me go!"

"Let me go!"

"Spare my dog's life..."

Huo Du's face was covered in blood, his eyes were full of fear, and his body was trembling slightly. He still had no trace of the nobility of the Mongolian prince, just like a wild dog struggling to survive.

(End of this chapter)