undead warrior

Chapter 33

Gently opening the wooden box, a cold light flashed, and Mo Wentian could even hear a soft beep, as if the Suiyue Dao was also cheering.In the wooden box, the blade of Suiyue Dao has been covered with dust for more than 1000 years, and it is still as bright as new, exuding a murderous aura.

The blade is two and a half feet long, and the blade extending forward is two fingers wide. The front edge of the blade bulges to form a round belly for easy chopping, and there is a barb.

When Mo Wentian wanted to make the best knife back then, the materials he used were extremely precious.But because of this reason, the materials were not enough, and I didn't want to make up for it, so I gave up the plan to make a long knife and changed it to a shorter one. The blade became very narrow, but it was indestructible.

If other battles are arbitrary, you must find the same material, and then find a master forging link to repair it, but the Time Knife is not that complicated.

He took out the handle of the knife and carefully put it into the wooden box, aligning the broken blades. Regardless of Yun'er and Mo Shidie's surprise, he cut his wrist with his fingertips, and blood flowed out, dripping on the broken blades.

Suiyue Dao suddenly flashed black, and hummed again. The blood that fell on the broken blade was quickly absorbed, and gradually connected together visible to the naked eye.But Mo Wentian was still too slow, the profound energy in his body circulated, blood spurted out, not only spilled on the broken blade, but also spread all over the blade.

The black light flashed again, and the whole knife was suspended, and it was intact as before, and the chain linking the handle of the knife shook slightly.

Mo Wentian gently grasped the handle of the knife, and untied the chain. Yun'er and Mo Shidie felt dazed, and the knife was gone.

"Where's the knife?"

Yun'er asked in surprise, Mo Wentian smiled, first stopped the blood, tied it with cloth strips and tied it in a tight knot, the profound energy in her body circulated again, and the Suiyue knife flashed from her right hand like a dream.

"Fate to fight!"

Mo Shidie uttered empty words, looked directly at Mo Wentian, and then slowly lowered his head.

"That's right, this is my natal Zhanwu Suiyue Dao!"

With a smile on his face, Mo Wentian slashed at the table.

"Dangdang!"

The table split into two and fell to the ground. Yun'er's eyes widened in surprise, and she pouted again.

"Brother, if you're happy, you can't harm the things at home. I'll go buy a table instead, what a prodigal!"

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Mo Wentian's excitement disappeared immediately, and he reached out to ruffle her hair. Yun'er ran away covering her head, and looked at Sui Yue Knife curiously.

"Brother, your knife is so weird, it looks like... like..."

"Butcher's knife, right?"

"Yes, yes, how could it be like this!"

"Time is like a pig-killing knife, one knife at a time makes people old..."

Although he said it nicely, it was not because he couldn't find the material at the beginning, so he had to make it like this, which reminded Mo Wentian of the scene when Cai Yunxiao and Ling Zhiyuan made fun of his own knife.

Dispelling the memories, Sui Rudao entered the body again to warm up. It was almost noon, and Mo Wentian planned to go around the Evil Corpse City after eating something to see if he had gained anything.

"It's not good, the Zhao family is here!"

It was time to eat again, and was disturbed again, but this time it was Mo Wuwei who seemed flustered, Mo Wentian got a cold light in his eyes, got up and walked out.

"Brother, wait for me!"

Yun'er picked up the spear leaning against the corner of the wall, Mo Shidie also drew out the dagger, and the three of them met Mo Wuwei in the yard.

"Where did they go?"

Mo Wuwei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "I haven't fought yet, I'm negotiating with the Patriarch."

"Your guts don't match your name at all."

After Mo Wentian finished speaking, he looked at Rou'er and Mo Shidie, "You two stay at home to practice, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Mo Wuwei and walked towards the family hall, Mo Wuwei hurriedly followed.Today's Mo Wuwei has long been afraid to look down on Mo Wentian, but has become deeply admired, asking himself that he can't kill so many Zhao family elites, only the strong can do this, and he admires the strong most .

The two trotted all the way to the gate of the family hall, where nearly a hundred Zhao family members confronted more Mo family members. Both sides were holding weapons in their hands, and the sound of disputes and roars came from the hall.

"Hmph! The Zhao family is here to ask the teacher about their crimes. How about killing them?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Mo Wentian stopped and spoke quietly, Mo Wuwei broke out in sweat.

"Don't be impulsive, Patriarch Zhao will come in person, he is a master of the Wind Control Realm, so he can't be killed just by talking!"

"Our Patriarch is not weaker than him!"

Even so, Mo Wentian also knew that if they fight together, the Mo family will suffer heavy losses.

"You must hand them over, otherwise our Remnant Blood City will join forces with Vulture and Fang City to fight against you."

"Are you scaring me? Let's start a war, who is afraid of whom!"

Hearing the fiery voice was the Seventh Elder, Mo Wentian laughed.

A strange voice sounded again, "Stop arguing, I think it's better to follow the old rules and resolve grievances by deathmatch. When it comes to life and death, grievances are eliminated, whether there is any reason, and talk on the ring."

"Okay, but that brat has to go to the ring."

"No problem, I'm afraid you can't afford to die."

This time it was Patriarch Mo who responded to the Zhao family, and the people outside shouted in unison when they heard the death fight.

"Death fight...death fight..."

The shouts soaring to the sky sounded, and the people in the hall came out one after another. Mo Wuwei said in a low voice, "The old man with the dragon head and crutches is the Lord of the Evil Corpse City, a cunning old fox, and he deserves to be damned. The one with the white hair and childlike face in the blue robe is Zhao Huan. Patriarch, there are several elders behind him, and the bald one at the end is the master of the battle hall."

Mo Wentian nodded slightly, felt a malicious gaze, turned his head to look, and saw an acquaintance, it turned out to be Qiu Jiu with a machete in his hand and tattoos all over his face.Mo Wentian gritted his teeth at him, swiped his fingers across his neck, and cut his throat, making Qiu Jiu stare at him viciously.

"Do you know Qiu Jiu, the running dog of the Zhao family?"

"I killed his velociraptor, but let this guy run away."

"Hey...he is also a poor man. He was originally from our Mo family. He saw something he shouldn't have seen, and was persecuted by the Ninth Elder."

Mo Wentian was a little stunned, but his killing intent towards Qiu Jiu was much smaller. Defecting only after he was persecuted is two different things from taking the initiative to betray.But he already hated the Mo family, if he had the chance, he would kill him!
People all flocked to the martial arts arena, Mo Wentian found a corner where no one was paying attention, took out the Suiyue knife, and took out a thin chain from the storage ring to hang it up.Since he was a child, he has practiced the chain knife hard, forming a set of weird combat skills that can be used for close combat and long-distance attack, which is hard to guard against.

The arena of the Martial Arts Field was completely surrounded. The arena was actually made of metal, and it looked like an antique, mottled, vicissitudes, as tall as half a person, with a radius of tens of feet, thick and heavy.It is covered with patterns and patterns, with a big character "kill" written on the central part, surrounded by six smaller "kill" characters on the facade, standing beside it, with murderous aura rushing towards the face.

Seeing this ring brought back a lot of memories for Mo Wentian. He didn't expect that his family would be demoted to the Western Wilderness, and the Qisha ring would also be brought here.

The patriarchs of the two sides stood facing each other on the ring, and Patriarch Mo asked coldly, "How do you want to fight?"

"You can fight whatever you want, let that brat go to the ring first, and I will kill him."

"Smelly shameless, you want to fight against the Tongmai Realm in the Wind Control Realm, and you have lost the face of your eight generations of ancestors."

The Seventh Elder deliberately booed in the audience, causing the Mo family to burst into laughter. Patriarch Zhao's face was livid, "Madman Mo, I'm talking about letting him play, and I'm also sending elite disciples of the Tongmai realm. Come up and fight me if you have the ability."

"Cut! If you have the ability, you can fight with our master!"

The Seventh Elder booed again, Patriarch Mo cooperated with a look of anticipation, Patriarch Zhao was a bit unable to answer, he really couldn't beat Patriarch Mo.

Mo Wentian watched with interest. The name and personality of the Seventh Elder Mo Kuangtu made him pleasing to the ears and eyes, and he didn't say much. He jumped onto the ring, turned around and yelled loudly at the Zhao family.

"Who dares to fight..."

The voice echoed in the martial arts arena, and the discussions immediately quieted down. Everyone in the Mo family who knew Mo Wentian looked at the knife in his hand, especially the head of the family and the elders were even more surprised. How long did it take for the knife to be repaired?
"I come!"

A member of the Zhao family jumped onto the ring, and amidst the exclamation of the people, the heads of both families rose into the air at the same time, standing in mid-air, and gave way to the two of them at the same time to fight to the death.

"Zhao En, please enlighten me!"

"Mo Wentian, please act!"

Zhao En immediately put on a sinister smile, "Then you go to die!"

The sword in his hand was shining, and the Zhao family's Tuxie swordsmanship was used in hand gestures. The sword body was shining with light blue light, and he rushed towards Mo Wentian and slashed down diagonally.

"Whoa!"

People only heard the sound of the chain shaking, and then a black light flew out of Mo Wentian's hand, Zhao En's body was still rushing forward, but his head had already flown out.The headless corpse took a few steps, knelt down in front of Mo Wentian, and then fell to the ground.

"Wan Sheng!" The Mo family cheered.

"Despicable!" The Zhao family cursed, no one thought that Mo Wentian would throw the knife in his hand.

"Next!"

Mo Wentian pulled back the Suiyue knife and said indifferently, the Zhao family will have to weigh it now.

Patriarch Zhao looked down at Zhao En's head. Wrinkles appeared on his face and his hair became dry. He immediately looked at Patriarch Mo again.

"What a Mo family, they actually cultivated a demon cultivator."

Patriarch Mo smiled, "What's wrong with Moxiu? Does your family have one? You can call your Zhao Moying to try it."

"He is not worthy of my baby!"

"Who dares to fight!"

Mo Wentian yelled again, interrupting the communication between the two of them. Patriarch Zhao saw that no one of his own children was on the stage, his face was livid, and he spoke slowly.

"Du'er, go up and kill him."

"Grandson obeys!"

Holding a pair of slender swords in his hands, a young man with a sinister face leaped onto the ring. He was dressed in a blue warrior outfit, showing off a trace of heroism.

"The sixth level of Tongmai is against the second level of Tongmai, how shameless you are!"

Mo Shibao under the ring yelled loudly, but the Zhao family retorted loudly.

"Zhao Du is a member of the Zhao family's elite hall, and Mo Wentian is also in the elite hall. They are all in the meridian state. Why not blame him for his low cultivation level, and don't blame others when he dies."

"Let go of your ancestor's shit! Hit me later."

Mo Shibao roared loudly, but he was powerless to stop everything from happening, life and death were divided between the rings, this is the rule, only Mo Wentian could be blamed for killing one person and not coming down.

"Hehe, using a chain to connect the handle of the knife is a new way of attacking, but I have two swords, so you can't hurt me."

After Zhao Du finished speaking, he held up the sword with both hands, and put on a posture of both offense and defense. Mo Wentian smiled, he didn't just know how to use the chain knife.

Not much to say, he took the initiative to attack, Zhao Du showed a contemptuous smile, and he was confident that he would kill with one blow against the second layer of Tongmai.

The saber in his left hand met the saber of Suiyue to block it, the saber in his right hand flashed the light of Xuanliguan, and slashed viciously horizontally, trying to cut Mo Wentian in two.

(End of this chapter)