Retrograde fairy way

Wang Mo held the Mocang sword in one hand and the black turtle shield in the other. His green robe was already in tatters, revealing the green scale armor inside, but there were several scratches and holes all over it, and traces of blood could be faintly seen flowing.

"Huh!" Xia Mingfang looked at Wang Mo who was a few feet away in front of him, and only then did he truly feel the difficulty of the other party.

The Imperial Forest Army who blocked the city gate had already pushed away a hundred meters away. The place where the two fought was shattered, with scratches everywhere and gravel everywhere, which showed the fierce fighting between the two.

"It can't go on like this, it's time to go!" Wang Moxin thought to himself, Xia Mingfang wanted to leave before, but Xia Mingfang tried his best to stop it. How traumatized he was.

"Ahem, hehe, boy, you are dead. Killing my royal family's children and wanting to leave is a fool's dream!" Xia Mingfang said in a dark voice, holding the Silver Snake Spear with one hand and his chest with the other.

If such a genius becomes an enemy, if it cannot be killed in the cradle, it will probably be everyone's nightmare.The previous confrontation allowed him to experience the fortitude of the opponent's heart, not to mention that he only saw it in his life, even if he looked at the records of the entire cultivation world, it was rare.

The serious injury on his chest was caused by Xia Mingfang's reckless efforts to stop Wang Mo with all his strength.

At this time, he completely gave up the idea of ​​letting the other party go. Wang Mo's age and the talent he displayed made him terrified. If he was allowed to develop, it would definitely be a serious disaster for the royal family.

"Hmph!" Wang Mo ignored what Xia Mingfang said, although he was secretly annoyed at his carelessness, but this was not the time to pursue these matters, secretly counting the time.

The two of them fought for more than ten minutes. If they didn't leave, they would arrive soon with the speed of a strong martial artist. Wang Mo, who was so anxious, didn't have time to pay attention to the other party's words.

Xia Mingfang saw that he was silent and charged towards him again with his sword straightened, the corner of his mouth twitched, but at this moment he couldn't get off the tiger, so he had to force himself to circulate his vitality again, raised his gun to defend, and at the same time stepped back again and again, shouting loudly: " Come on, grab him!"

Hearing Xia Mingfang's words, everyone in the Imperial Forest Army behind them looked at each other in blank dismay. Everyone saw the horror of the two people's confrontation before, but if they disobeyed orders at this time, and they were investigated afterwards, not only their lives would be lost, but their families would suffer as a result.

And as soldiers, they would not allow them to disobey orders, and under a slight convulsion, they had no choice but to pull out their magical weapons and come to surround Wang Mo.

Looking at the Imperial Forest Army rushing towards him, Wang Mo snorted coldly to himself. He saw their hesitation before, and Xia Mingfang's order could not have been more obvious.

Letting these guards, who were obviously not his opponents, stop him, just to delay time or consume his true energy.

Even though they knew they would die when they rushed up, they still went forward bravely. Maybe this is the sadness of being a low-ranking person.

In this regard, Wang Mo was not relentless in his attack, with a touch of the Mo Cang sword, hesitating golden and green sword lights one after another, he rushed towards Xia Mingfang who was hiding in the imperial forest army.

Wang Mo knew that if he wanted to leave, he would definitely be stopped by Xia Mingfang again, and these people were just abandoned sons he put out to stop him.

As Wang Mo rushed forward, there were screams, and then there were stumps, broken arms, and flesh and blood, and Wang Mo punched, elbowed, kicked, stabbed, or slashed cleanly. , Its decisiveness in killing can be seen in general.

Xia Mingfang looked fearfully at Wang Mo, who kept approaching him. In his eyes, Wang Mo at this moment was like a murderous god. Apart from the golden blue energy, there was also a light gray around him.

Only now did he understand why when he fought Wang Mo before, the opponent's level was obviously lower than his own. Although he had defensive treasures, it brought him a faint pressure.

Evil Qi, a kind of coercive air that can only be naturally produced by killing many strong men of the same realm or stronger than oneself, has not been revealed before, but now it has appeared after killing dozens of imperial guards.

Seeing this, Xia Mingfang was horrified. The other party's cultivation skills must have different reactions, otherwise he would not be able to fight him with his cultivation base in the qi refining period and gain the upper hand. Wang Moxiu was found out.

Looking at the intensity of his evil spirit, it is obvious that he has killed many people before.

This is because Xia Mingfang wronged Wang Mo. The reason why this evil spirit was revealed was because Wang Mo had been recuperating for three years and gradually stabilized his mind before he restrained himself. If he killed too many people, it was just someone who provoked him. .

"Huh? Not good!" Seeing that Wang Mo was about to get close to Xia Mingfang, there was a strong gust of wind behind him. Wang Mo's six senses were so keen. Although this energy came too suddenly, when he was approaching, he was caught He found out.

Feeling that this energy is so powerful that it cannot be shaken by force, Wang Mo staggered and rolled to the side.

As for the people around, except for Xia Mingfang who was highly cultivated and saw the opportunity early, the other dozen or so people couldn't avoid it, but they were all turned into fly ash by this blazing energy.

Dodging the sudden blow, Wang Mo took a rough breath, and then he had the time to look at the person who came by, but the person seemed not in a hurry to chase Wang Mo, after breaking Wang Mo with one blow, he stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently. to people.

"Okay!" Wang Mo's heart skipped a beat when he saw who was coming, and he secretly exclaimed that something was wrong. He had seen him from a distance during the casting conference three years ago, and it was none other than Li Batian, the master of the casting hall. .

Before, he had secretly observed the other party by virtue of his super divine sense. When he found that Li Batian's cultivation base was so unpredictable that he was far from being able to fight against him, he made up his mind to fight with the other party after the breakthrough. war.

Unexpectedly, it was at this time that the other party found him.

Seeing someone coming, Xia Mingfang exhaled secretly. Although Li Batian killed more than a dozen imperial guards with his previous attack, he saved his own life, so he had to cup his hands and said, "Thank you, Hall Master Li, for your help!"

However, Li Batian didn't even look at him. In his eyes, if Xia Mingfang was not a member of the royal family, it was not appropriate to have an affair with him at this time. He would not have stopped just now and turned him into flying ashes. The state is absolutely irresistible.

Staring at Wang Mo, he said indifferently, "But you killed my two children, Feng Yu and Feng Yun?"

Although it was a question, Wang Mo still heard the affirmation from Li Batian's tone. At this moment, Wang Mo no longer had the intention of leaving safely.

With the blow just now, he knew that if he didn't pay a price, he might really fall here this time, and the price might not be small!

But Wang Mo didn't open his mouth, just nodded his head slightly to express his acknowledgment, but his mind turned suddenly, thinking about the strategy of leaving.

"Hey, haha, good, good, good!" Seeing Wang Mo's movements, Li Batian first lowered his head and smiled, then looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, saying hello three times!

If it is not known that Wang Mo is his murderer and enemy, people who don't know will be confused after hearing this.

And in his voice, there was a trace of anger and cold hatred, which caused everyone around him to fight a cold war. It was the cold winter season of March and September, and it was even more cold.

And Wang Mozheng bears the brunt of it, the pressure he is under can be imagined!

"Kill me, you will regret it!" Li Batian, who was a little hysterical before, suddenly calmed down and said lightly.

Wang Mo frowned, even though he was blocked by the other party now, he claimed to pay a little price to leave, he didn't believe it, from the cultivation level shown by Li Batian, he couldn't see his strength, before Pu Yi fought, He realized that Li Batian's cultivation was far beyond what he could resist now.

Although I don't know what the other party means to regret, where did it come from!But Wang Mo still secretly raised his vigilance, watching Li Batian coldly, looking for a breakthrough!

Feeling the increasing pressure on his body, Wang Mo knew that he couldn't wait any longer, this would only make him fall into an even more unfavorable situation.

"Huh!" With a dark snort, Wang Mo covered his chest with his left hand, held a sword in his right hand, and repeatedly tapped the Mo Cang sword to retreat under his feet. Judging from the situation, he retreated without a fight!

"Where to go?" How could Li Batian allow him to leave at this time, and his own cultivation was higher than Wang Mo's, and he was in a state of complete victory.

As if he had expected that Wang Mo would be like this, he didn't see how Li Batian's feet moved, and his figure floated towards Wang Mo who was retreating rapidly.

However, his left hand was slowly raised, reaching towards Wang Mo's figure. As Li Batian raised his left hand, he saw a crimson light condense rapidly, and the surrounding air seemed to be evacuated, bringing a sense of oppression to the people around him. .

Wang Mo, who had been watching Li Batian all the time, saw this situation, his eye sockets suddenly widened, his pupils constricted, his whole body was filled with true energy, he raised the black turtle shield, and faced the red giant palm.

There was a bang, and the surrounding area was filled with dust, and the fiery air burst out, causing the surrounding people to cover their ears with their hands, with painful expressions on their faces.

However, Wang Mo quickly flew backwards with this blow, looking at the situation, as if he was trying to use his strength to escape.

Seeing this situation, a sneer crossed the corner of Li Batian's mouth, his body fluttered, and he came behind him, followed closely behind Wang Mo, and raised his palm to reach him again.

There was another loud bang, and Wang Mo's figure was still flying backwards quickly, but his appearance at this time did not have the calmness to resist the blow before, and a faint trace of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

In this way, after a series of seven palms, at the end, Wang Mo was beaten to the ground by Li Batian, using this as a buffer to release the power of the giant palm.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Pfft..." Wang Mo knelt on the ground, leaning on the long sword in his hand, and received heavy blows one after another. Even though he was physically strong, he couldn't bear the huge gap in cultivation, and eventually he was seriously injured and vomited blood.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Li Batian said with an indifferent expression, looking at Wang Mo who was vomiting blood and seriously injured, no one could see what he was thinking, facing the murderer.

Only Li Batian himself knows how strong the anger in his heart is. When he heard the news of the death of his second son Li Fengyu, his wife Chen Qiaoqian became ill because of overthinking. root cause.

Following Li Fengyun's death, Chen Qiaoqian couldn't bear it any longer when she learned about it, she lost her son one after another, and she vomited blood and died from exhaustion.

At that time, Li Batian looked at his haggard and dead wife, and he was so indifferent. It wasn't that he didn't feel sad, but his heart at that time couldn't accommodate anything else. There was only anger and mourning for his beloved wife. There is nothing greater than death!

Only by watching Wang Mo howling miserably and begging for his life in a humble way can he relieve the burning pain in his heart!