Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Chapter 28: Group Enemy Ring Feeding

Li Mochou swung her fly whisk, causing the boulder to break. The terrifying force caused Huo Du's complexion to change dramatically. He did not dare to block it, so he could only retreat violently to avoid its attack.

It's just that at this time Li Mochou expressed hatred, the Ancient Tomb Sect's lightness kung fu is unrivaled in the world, she let the lightning flash her body, and was still covered by the dust whisk, smashing her head and face.

Boom!

Silver whisk threads covered the sky and earth, and Huo Dou felt as if the world had collapsed.

He opened the folding fan in his hand suddenly, and in an instant, it danced into a umbrella that covered the sky and sun, blocking the attack from him.

But in less than a breath, the fan made of tough golden threads was torn apart, riddled with holes, and the silver threads penetrated like steel needles.

Huo Dou's expression suddenly changed.

"Female devil, don't hurt people."

"Eat my sword!"

At this time, an angry shout suddenly came from not far away, and Sun Buer's Taoist robes were heard rustling in the sky, and his whole body crossed the sky and rushed towards him at extremely fast speeds.

Before the person arrived, the sound came first, and then there was a clang of swords, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

Li Mochou was disturbed by the sudden attack, she couldn't help but slow down her movements.

"puff!"

Huo Dou changed his shape in the air and suddenly landed on the ground, coughing up blood.

He was extremely horrified. If he hadn't practiced martial arts that focused on improving his body, he would have been killed by a single blow.

But even so, Huo Du could feel numbness in his muscles and bones, and a dull pain in his internal organs. The injuries he received would have killed an ordinary person immediately.

Even for him, it was unbearable.

Huo Du stood up slowly with a face as bright as gold. The iron-bone fan made of fine iron in his hand was riddled with holes, and the fan was almost completely penetrated.

"Excellent martial arts, you are worthy of being a red-trained fairy who can achieve great fame in the world. Xiao Wang is convinced!" Huo Du looked at Li Mochou, who was dressed in purple robes with outstanding grace and stunning appearance, with a complex expression.

I originally thought that this woman was praised by everyone just because of her appearance, but I never expected that her martial arts skills would be so terrifying.

You must know that from the beginning to the end, this person did not use the rumored extremely poisonous ice soul silver needle, which shows that he did not use his full strength at all, and there was still room for it.

This made him feel even more ashamed.

Li Mochou ignored Huo Du at this time. The Mongolian prince had no murderous intentions and just wanted to teach him a lesson.

This so-called prince has an unusual status. If he were to be killed, he might offend the Mongols and cause a lot of trouble.

Although Li Mochou is murderous, she is not insane, but has her own plans and ways of advancing and retreating.

She turned around and faced Sun Buer, who was wielding his sword like rain and showing his murderous intent. She said in a cold tone: "Sun Buer, you came just in time."

"Then I'll take care of you first!"

For this arrival, Li Mochou seemed to have expected it long ago, a cold look appeared on her charming face,
She suddenly jumped up, her body was like a wisp of smoke, and she covered a distance of more than ten feet in the blink of an eye. The ice silk whisk in her hand suddenly elongated, and slashed at Sun Buer head-on.

The whisk was swung too fast, and accompanied by the sound of strong wind and thunder, it actually drew a long white line in the air, breaking through the air.

"what!"

The Mongolians around him were protecting Huo Du. They were all breathless when they saw this scene, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Such violent martial arts and fierce strength will crush even heavy cavalry wearing iron armor. How can a flesh and blood body resist it?

Zheng!
The corner of Sun Bu'er's eyes twitched, and the crisis in his heart was overwhelming. Amid the crisp sound of the sword, a cold light flashed from the long sword in his hand, and he parried it from a distance.

The light of her sword streaked across the sky, but there was no fierce murderous intention. She just used the yin and yang of Quanzhen swordsmanship together, and the defensive swordsmanship of hard and soft rotation to the extreme.

"Aren't you going to kill me for revenge? Why do you look like a turtle when you see me?"

"Let me see how many of my moves you can block?!"

Li Mochou's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and she waved the fly whisk in her hand, causing the silver threads to fall down like a waterfall.

boom!
Peiran burst out with great force, and Sun Bu'er couldn't stop backing up, but she clenched her silver teeth tightly, and her long sword swung like catkins in the wind, guarding the door tightly.

When the enemy's murderous intent retreated temporarily, the old power was gone, and the new power was not born, the long sword in the palm suddenly exploded like a poisonous snake.

The power accumulated just now rushed out mightily like opening a gate to release a flood.

"Devil, die for me!"

This style of swordsmanship accumulates strength while defending, and then looks for an opportunity to unleash both the enemy's strength and one's own strength, making the best of four or two strokes of a thousand catties.

It is the changing of the stars in Quanzhen swordsmanship.

The long sword was as sharp as a rainbow, as if a ray of starlight fell from the sky, piercing Li Mochou's neck.

"I underestimate you!"

Li Mochou didn't move, she just felt a continuous sword force from Sun Bu'er's sword slashing down, like a comet hitting the moon, shattering everything.

But her face was indifferent, and the ice silk whisk swept away from left or right, in all directions like a violent storm.

Sun Buer's face was serious, and the long sword in his palm drew a series of circles of light, like thousands of cold stars blooming, approaching to meet the attack.

Quanzhen swordsmanship has seven swords and seven moves, a total of 49 and [-] moves, with subtle changes, uninterrupted sword power and extreme power.

This martial art contains the wonders of the Big Dipper Tiangang, the principles of heaven and man, and is easy to learn but difficult to master. When practiced to a high level, it is by no means inferior to any martial arts in the world.

Wang Chongyang defeated many other peerless powerhouses at the top of Mount Hua and became number one in the world. Apart from relying on his innate skills, it was this set of exquisite swordsmanship.

Sun Buer knew in his heart that this female devil was a formidable enemy, so he immediately braced himself and faced the enemy with all his strength. In an instant, the two of them exchanged more than thirty moves.

Li Mochou's attack was getting closer and closer, Sun Bu'er narrowed the circle of his sword, focused on parrying, and inevitably fell into the disadvantaged.

After only a few breaths, Li Mochou swung her slender waist slightly, wrapped the long sword with the silver thread of the whisk, and swept the enemy's right arm with a gentle flick of her left hand.

Sun Buer's complexion changed drastically, his arms went numb, and the long sword in his palm came out!

"Stop hurting my junior sister!"

"stop!"

"Master, be careful!"

Amidst the noisy screams and shouts, the ice whisk in Li Mochou's palm struck Sun Buer's forehead with the force of rolling wind and thunder.

when!
At this moment, a sheathed long sword came out and stabbed Li Mochou's vest straight.

"Humph!"

Li Mochou snorted coldly, turned around suddenly, pulled out phantoms, and stepped ten feet away.

"Liu Chuxuan, you are also a master of Taoism, and you actually hurt someone behind your back?!"

The one who took action at the critical moment was Liu Chuxuan, one of the Seven Quanzhen Sons who arrived in time and was known as the Changsheng Son.

Along with him, there are more than a dozen Quanzhen disciples and Murong Jiu.

At this time, everyone gathered around him, unsheathed their swords, and stared at Li Mochou fiercely.

Murong Jiu wore a gray preaching robe, and the left sleeve was empty, and it turned out to be a broken arm.

She looked ferocious and said in a spiteful tone: "Li Mochou, you have caused me so much misery. If you fall into my hands today, I will definitely make you die a miserable death."

"Everyone, you don't need to talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes with this female devil. We will rush forward and kill her."

After Murong Jiu finished speaking, he turned to look at Huo Dou again, his pupils shrank slightly, and said, "This should be Prince Huo Dou, right? The prince who came here today probably has a grudge against this devil, right?"

"How about I wait and join hands together?"

(End of this chapter)