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He slashed towards Mo Yunfeng vigorously, and said with a smile at the same time: "Haha...Young Marshal, you are right. Mo Yunfeng just got a false name and has no meaning at all. He has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, and now he is just an old man, seeing my knife cut off his dog's head!"

When Mo Yunfeng heard Lie Yi's voice, he secretly screamed in his heart.

Because as soon as his own words fell, he was ready to attack Lie Yi, so Mo Yunfeng's body had already leaned forward slightly, and his feet were almost lifted off the ground, and Lie Yi also took a fancy to him. Knowing that he has no room to recover in the air, he wanted to disturb him with words.

At the same time, he slashed at Mo Yunfeng with his fastest speed.

After Mo Yunfeng heard Lie Yi's call, he almost instinctively concentrated his skills on his two arms, and took back his crutches to stop Lie Yi's fierce and unparalleled knife. It was not that Mo Yunfeng was arrogantly trying to use his own Flesh and blood came to parry Tang Dao's edge, but he really had no room for maneuver.

Lie Yi's attack came too fast and too fierce, it was too late to swing his crutches.

Lie Yi's body seemed to be moving in an instant, and he flew to Mo Yunfeng in a short time. Seeing that Mo Yunfeng put his protection on his head, he laughed loudly: "Mo Yunfeng, you have been fooled!" Already!"

As soon as the words fell, Tang Dao saw a sharp turn in the trace of Tang Dao's saber, and the blade went slanted.

Tang Dao, which was traveling at high speed in the air, suddenly made a magical ninety-degree vertical turn.

The white trajectory behind the blade is a sharp right angle at the folding point in the air, directly hitting Mo Yunfeng's feet that he has no time to care about. Mo Yunfeng, who did not expect the opponent to be so weird, was shocked, and a burst of pain that overwhelmed the muscle cut came from him. His ankles spread all over his body, and the surging saber energy had already touched his feet.

However, Mo Yunfeng is a master who has been famous for decades, even at this moment of life and death, he still didn't panic at all. He suddenly held his breath, and saw his legs curled up quickly, not curled up, but his legs seemed to be shortened in an instant By a few inches, his feet accidentally avoided Lie Yi's knife.

All actions happen between lightning flashes.

Chu Tian couldn't stop taking half a step forward, and muttered to himself: "If the Mo family has a few more Mo Yunfeng, I will have no peace!"

No one questioned this sentence, because Mo Yunfeng was indeed surprisingly powerful.

Lie Yi was also slightly startled, Mo Yunfeng's ability to shrink bones at this time was beyond his expectations, he did not expect that he would save his life by doing so at a critical moment, but the corners of Lie Yi's mouth were still hanging. With a secret smile, the blade deflected and launched another offensive against Mo Yunfeng in an instant.

Although Lie Yi's knife missed the target, it scared Mo Yunfeng into a cold sweat.

Nameless Nie approached Chu Tian and asked in a low voice, "Young Commander, who has the better chance of winning?"

Chu Tian stretched out his finger, pointed at Lie Yi without hesitation and said, "Of course it is him! No matter how strong Mo Yunfeng is, he is still a passer-by. No matter in terms of physical strength or energy, it is difficult to compare with Lie Yi. Although he is invincible now Just because hatred and experience support him, if he fights for a while, he will definitely die!"

Nameless Nie nodded, and then asked, "Young commander, the Mo family has been cleaned up except for these people in front of you!"

After sweeping through seven or eight of the Mohist disciples who were still loyal, the corners of Chu Tian's mouth curled up in an intriguing arc of killing, and he casually replied: "Keep them first, and let them be buried with Mo Yunfeng after Mo Yunfeng is dead. I have respected Mohism for thousands of years, and after tonight, Mohism in Taiwan will be history!"

Nameless Nie took a deep breath and replied respectfully, "Understood!"

At this time, the fierce battle on the field became fierce, and Lie Yi's saber technique had no rules at all, and seemed to be in a mess, but Mo Yunfeng, who was on the scene, found that his saber technique was as unrestrained as a powerful and unconstrained style, making it difficult to grasp Its true trajectory naturally gave birth to the feeling of being unable to deal with it.

After hitting two knives in a row, Lie Yi threw himself at Mo Yunfeng again.

Old man Mo just breathed a sigh of relief, but he immediately felt a powerful force rushing towards him. Stretching the crutches forward, it collided with the Tang Dao that was attacking the top of his head with precision.

Hearing the loud "boom" in the air, Mo Yunfeng's body flew backwards.

Lie Yi took advantage of the momentum to rise into the air and shoot again. He did not give Mo Yunfeng a chance to breathe. Mo Yunfeng's eyes were filled with endless anger, his chest was heaving and falling, his crutches were slightly tilted to the side, and suddenly In the meantime, the pale white knife light flew towards Mo Yunfeng like a white rainbow, striking Mo Yunfeng like lightning.

This saber is as powerful as thunder, it is unstoppable, it is no longer the same as the previous move.

This move contained Lie Yi's lifelong skills. He tried to kill Mo Yunfeng in a situation where both sides were hurt. The old man's face was distorted by the light of the knife. Going to take the knife head-on, he gasped a little and could only dodge and leap to the side.

"Patriarch, be careful!"

A diehard Mohist was worried that his master would not be able to dodge. Seeing the empty door behind Lie Yi, the machete struck Lie Yi's back and killed him. Unexpectedly, Lie Yi's knife was a false move. He felt that someone was attacking from behind. Suddenly twisting his waist, he grabbed his machete and moved forward like lightning.

The power in this area is so fierce that it is unimaginable.

The diehard Mohists only felt that the tiger's mouth was cracked, and the machete was taken away in an instant. He couldn't help but rushed forward, and happened to bump into Lie Yi's left elbow, as if hit hard by a hammer, his eyes suddenly turned black, and his mouth was wide open. Blood spurted out immediately, and Lie Yi held the machete he had just seized, and threw it out backwards with unabated power.

Mo Yunfeng's figure was taking advantage of the attack opportunity of the loyalists of the Mo family to attack Lieyi. He only cared about dodging the knife in Lieyi's right hand, but he never dreamed that there was another machete in his left hand. Then another spray of blood sprayed towards his face, just right on his wrinkled old face.

At this moment, the machete hit his chest.

His eyes were covered by the mouthful of blood. Although he could no longer see this deadly weapon, he could clearly hear the sound of his ribs breaking. The weapon on his chest is also the weapon of the Mo family's loyalists, so it can be regarded as reaping the consequences.

Everyone opened their eyes, held their breath, and watched Mo Yunfeng fall in surprise.

When they went to see Lie Yi again, Lie Yi had already sat down and the knife was sheathed.

Five or six Mohist disciples rushed to Mo Yunfeng's side, calling hysterically for their master. Although Mo Yunfeng was fatally injured, he did not die instantly, so he could still hear the calls of his subordinates. He opened his eyes with difficulty. Opening his eyes, the old blood-stained face burst into a sad long smile.

"Chu, God, I never thought that the Mo family would be destroyed by your hands!"

Chu Tian took a few steps forward with a calm face, and responded lightly: "I have already said that the people who want me to die end up dead, and your Mo family is no exception. Originally, I didn't want to wipe out the Mo family, but you You owe me a debt of blood invisibly, so I want to take revenge by slaughtering the Mo family!"

The light in Mo Yunfeng's eyes gradually dimmed, but he still gathered his strength and said, "I should end the grievances now that I die at your hands? I hope you won't kill the orphans and widows of the Mo family, and I hope you can let me go." These few disciples who are difficult to achieve, otherwise, even if I am a ghost, I will not let you go!"

"Patriarch, we must live and die together!"

The roar suddenly sounded, and then Mo Yunfeng burst out two loyal loyalists with faces full of grief and anger. They leaped towards Chu Tian who was standing in front of him with knives in their hands, and the two machetes flashed brightly and slashed towards his throat. The tacit understanding between each other The cooperation shows that they have experienced many battles, and it also shows their absolute loyalty and blood.

Approval appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Chu Tian faintly said, "Good job!"

Picking up the machete on the ground, Chu Tian slashed across an arc, the dazzling scorching light flashed instantly, and then two screams sounded, and the two loyalists of the Mo family fell straight on the stairs like robots that had lost power. Where the shape rolled, it left a bewitching bright red, which was extremely strange in the grass.

Nameless Nie's heart moved slightly, and he scanned the two corpses subconsciously.

Chu Tian stepped forward again holding the blood-stained machete, and said with a meaningful smile: "Mo Yunfeng, your children are very successful, and if you let them go, I'm afraid it will make me sleepless, right? So I can't agree to your request, What's more, you who are about to go on the road are not qualified to negotiate terms with me, you, do you understand?"

Before Mo Yunfeng could speak, the remaining Mo family disciples rushed towards Chutian like crazy.

This time, without waiting for Chu Tian to make a move, Nameless Nie and others easily killed all the Mohist disciples who were dying, making the entire Mohist family truly silent. Two lines of tears flowed from Mo Yunfeng's eyes, and he uttered the last two words: "Chu , God, you will die badly! Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go..." Chu Tian nodded, and said with a light smile, "You can't play me even if you're a ghost!"

After finishing the words, he drove the machete into Mo Yunfeng's throat.