Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Chapter 47: Kill it, kill it (please read it, please vote)
Keng!
A flash of silver light suddenly appeared, like a thunderbolt of lightning, followed closely, and struck towards the enemy.

Master Zhou's heart sank instinctively, his body flickered, and he swept back, only to hear a "boom", the iron staff whizzed past him, setting off a strong wind.

However, at this time, he saw a cold light, and he couldn't help but a chill poured down from the beginning to the end.

Martial Master Zhou roared angrily: "The Great Sage's Heaven Splitting Fist!"

He struck out with a punch, only to hear a "boom", and the palm of the fist made a thunderous sound, but it didn't touch anything.

At the critical moment of life and death, with his hair disheveled and a fearful expression on his face, he shouted: "You can't kill me, I belong to the Mongols..."

Before the words fell, a blade flashed, and there was a puff, and blood spurted out like a spring, and the head rolled down and hit the ground, with a face full of horror and death.

"I care who you are!"

Lu Nianchou put the saber away and stood there with a cold expression on his face. The iron staff is different from the saber. Although it is powerful and heavy to use, he has never learned how to use the staff, so it is inevitable that he will be dwarfed by a master.

"You... what are you going to do? This is the Four Seas Inn, and there are several real people from the Quanzhen Sect inside, and you won't be allowed to act wild!"

When those thugs saw that the martial masters who were usually high above the town building were beaten to death so simply and neatly, they couldn't help but sternly, shouted loudly, and kept backing away.

"Where did this strongman come from? Even Zhou Dasheng from Sihailou was beaten to death!"

"Zhou Dasheng is the descendant of the North School of Tongbiquan, the Pitianliu. He once selected seventeen boxing gyms to carry forward the great sage's Pitianquan."

"This is going to be a big mess!"

Some of the three religions and nine streams who watched the battle from afar discussed secretly, full of surprise and panic.

"Who broke into my Four Seas Inn and made trouble?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing silk and satin walked out with three Quanzhen disciples, with anger on his face.

"Li Mochou, is that you?!"

When they saw Li Mochou outside the door, everyone's expressions changed. They looked flustered and backed away in fright. They no longer had the arrogance they had before.

One of the Quanzhen Sect disciples was Li Zhisheng, who escaped with his life in the Sunset Clouds Valley. He hurriedly shouted: "Go and invite Master out."

Li Mochou stared at him with a cold look in his pupils, and said, "It's really reckless to insult my disciple, Li Mochou, who has been cultivating for 30 or [-] years but has not made a fortune."

A flash of murderous intent flashed in her eyes, she swung her waist, her figure was like a ghost, and when she got close to Li Zhisheng, she swung the whisk and directly flew him out, hitting the wall.

Li Zhisheng had no resistance at all. He vomited blood and his face was like gold paper. He fell to the ground and kept twitching, but he could no longer get up.

"Li Mochou, how dare you barge in and hurt people?" The other two Quanzhen Taoist priests were only in their early 20s. They were shocked and angry, but they did not dare to have an attack.

"Just because you are not worthy to talk to my master, let Liu Chuxuan come out." Hong Lingbo sneered.

"What a big tone!" The faces of the two Quanzhen disciples were ugly, feeling extremely humiliated.

One of them was young and vigorous, gritted his teeth and said: "Since you don't take my Quanzhen religion seriously, I will report it truthfully, and the real people in the sect will naturally let you understand that the sky is high and the earth is thick!"

"You still dare to threaten me?"

Li Mochou's face turned cold, her body flickered, and with a palm strike, the man flew out like a straw, hitting the ground hard, his bones creaked, and his seven orifices spilled blood at the same time.

"You..." The only Quanzhen disciple who was still alive saw his senior brother's whole body's bones shattered and his pores bleeding, sticking to the ground like mud, his eyes were full of fear.

"Li Mochou, you are here once, and you kill my Quanzhen disciple again and again, how can I tolerate you?"

Suddenly there was a voice roaring in the depths of the inn, even the pavilion was rumbled, and the echo continued.

With fluttering sleeves, Liu Chuxuan galloped towards him from a distance, his voice resounding and resounding in all directions.

"It seems that some people think that my Quanzhen teaching can be deceived."

"He turned out to be insane and slaughtered my disciples one after another."

"If I don't kill you on the spot, what face do I have to stand in the rivers and lakes!"

"kill!"

At the end, a shout full of anger and murderous intent resounded, and Liu Chuxuan had rushed over.

His eyes were burning with anger, he drew his sword out of its sheath, directly crossed a distance of several feet, and stabbed straight at Li Mochou with his sword.

Seeing this, Li Mochou sneered slightly, and didn't back away, she waved the fly whisk, only heard a "Zheng", a powerful internal force counterattacked along the blade with a hunting wind.

Liu Chuxuan felt a wave of pure internal force rolling upwards, he was shocked back, and immediately roared, his eyes were full of killing intent, he did not retreat but advanced.

The light of the sword in his hand was shining brightly, turning into dots of starlight, in the blink of an eye, seven swords pierced out, intertwined into the Big Dipper and Tiangang Star, although they couldn't form an formation by themselves, they showed their murderous intent, and dragged Li Mochou into it.

Seeing this, Li Mochou leaned slightly, her waist and limbs were weak and boneless, the whisk swayed freely, like splashing ink, every blow hit the blade of the sword.

However, Liu Chuxuan was really frightened and furious at this moment, and he wanted to take down the enemy even if he risked his life.

He slashed out with the palm of his left hand, with an indescribable murderous intent, and with his right hand, he used one qi to transform the three cleans, as if three people were striking swords at the same time.

Li Mochou's figure flickered, instead of slapping her palm, she only heard a "boom", and a muffled sound exploded in mid-air.

This palm technique is really fierce and domineering, Li Mochou has never heard of Quanzhen Sect and this kind of martial arts, her body trembled slightly, and there was a moment of hesitation.

At this time, the three sword lights fell almost at the same time, Li Mochou quickly waved the dust fly, her figure was as ethereal as a flowing cloud, the silver thread rolled up, blocking the two swords, but one of the swords cut through her sleeve, revealing a Cut white and tender arms.

She stepped back a few feet, looked down, and saw that the cuff was torn open, and the howling north wind poured in from inside, she could not help but look embarrassed, and a murderous intent flashed in her pupils.

"Liu Chuxuan, you are really good at swordsmanship and palming. I am afraid that even if Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji can beat you by a little bit in internal strength, they are by no means inferior in terms of swordsmanship and palming."

"Wang Chongyang really taught a good apprentice, but how many ice soul silver needles can you block me now?"

Although he was talking to Liu Chuxuan, his eyes were fixed on the Quanzhen disciple who was still alive.

"No, get out of the way!"

As soon as the words fell, Liu Chuxuan's complexion changed drastically, and he shouted loudly.

But it was already too late, Li Mochou soared into the sky, and then quickly fell, the whisk covered Liu Chuxuan like a waterfall.

There was only a light "poof", and seven or eight silver needles flashed past and shot towards the Quanzhen disciple.

"Li Mochou, how dare you?!"

Liu Chuxuan's eyelids were about to burst, and fire almost burst out from his eyes. He ignored the blows from the fly whisk that hit him all over his head and face, and tried to injure himself, but only used his palm skills to block the enemy's attack.

But the long sword in his hand was used to the extreme, and he slashed towards the ice soul silver needle.

bang!bang!bang!

Even though his sword light was extremely fast, there were still three ice soul silver needles piercing straight, with a faint blue luster, piercing through the chest and between the eyebrows of the Quanzhen disciple.

puff!

There was a crisp popping sound, and the man's eyebrows appeared a little bright red, and blood slowly oozed out. There was fear on his face, and he seemed to want to reach out and cover his chest.

The next moment, he fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, his head hit the ground, and he lost his breath.

"Just kill me, what can you do to me?"

Li Mochou withdrew like a fallen leaf, and landed lightly on the ground. She was obviously a beautiful woman with a beautiful face and plump body, but the words she spoke were so fierce that it made people's backs shiver.

She giggled and said, "Liu Chuxuan, if I want to kill Sun Buer, can you stop me?"

Hearing this, Liu Chuxuan's pupils constricted, the veins in the hand holding the long sword bulged, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Li Mochou, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Do you really want to live forever with my Quanzhen Sect?"

　Thank you for finally having time and the rewards of the two big guys who are nice and easy to remember. I will add more changes depending on the situation in the future, thank you!
　　
　
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