Starting with Xiao Li Feidao

Chapter 240

Yuanzong fought and walked, using the terrain to avoid.

And that group of Momen disciples were not stupid, they tried to form an encirclement circle, making it impossible for Yuan Zong to retreat.

Fu Du, the leader of Chu Mo, was pressing the scabbard, staring at Yuan Zong with fixed eyes. If Yuan Zong showed any flaws, he would directly kill Yuan Zong.

"Yuanzong, you can't escape, hand over the juzi order, and surrender obediently, otherwise all that awaits you will be the end of your head falling to the ground."

Fu Du interfered with words from time to time, which distracted Yuan Zong and drained Yuan Zong's fighting spirit.

Yuan Zong didn't say a word. In this case, Fu Du would never let him go. Anything he said would be a waste of energy.

At the same time, Yuan Zong was also complaining in his heart.

He wandered in the girders, but before he found Chu Mo, Chu Mo's people found him.

And without saying a word, they directly chased him down, leaving him speechless.

The person who ran the poison was obviously fully prepared to seal off his escape route and force him into this deserted area.

This time Yuanzong traveled with Zhao Guo's envoys. If he was killed in broad daylight, King Anli would also pursue it for the sake of his face.

Therefore, it is necessary to start in such a remote place.

However, they never expected that Yuan Zong's swordsmanship has improved to a higher level now, and he was unable to attack for a long time, and even made Yuan Zong escape to such a dense forest.

It's a pity that Yuan Zong's physical strength is not nearly endless like Xia Yunmo's, and his breath has become chaotic.

Suddenly, Yuan Zong's figure was crooked, and his sword stopped. It turned out that he stepped on a stone and sprained his ankle while retreating.

The rest of Chu Mo's disciples would naturally not let go of this opportunity, and the three swords had already stabbed, hacked, or swung towards Yuan Zong.

In a hurry, Yuan Zong stirred the sword, resisted it for a while, and then rolled on the spot before avoiding it.

Before he could catch his breath, several more swords attacked, making Yuan Zong very embarrassed and tired of coping.

"Yuanzong, take your life."

The time had come, Fu Du's eyes flashed, and with a clang, the long sword came out of its sheath, and slashed towards Yuan Zong heavily.

The rest of the Mo sect disciples moved out of the way cooperatively, making room for the two to fight.

Fu Du grinned grimly, and the sword wind roared, stirring up fallen leaves.

Yuan Zong dodged around, because he was injured and couldn't breathe well. After a few rounds, his arm was cut several times.

With a "click", the first thing that couldn't hold back was the wooden sword in Yuan Zong's hand, which was split into two halves under the onslaught of the talisman poison.

That Talisman's eyes were bright and generous, he shouted loudly, jumped up high, and slashed down towards Yuan Zong with his sword.

It can be said that he used all his strength to cut Yuan Zong's head.

If it was normal, Yuan Zong would go all out to take this move.

But at this time, he was exhausted and his sword was broken, there was no way to avoid it, and the only thing he could do was die.

At this moment, a black stone suddenly shot towards Fudu. Fudu felt his hairs standing on end, and felt a great terror. The long sword in his hand sank down forcibly, trying to block it. Stones go the way.

But there was a crackling sound, and the long sword in his palm shattered, and then the stone hit Fudu's chest.

All of a sudden, Fu Du felt a huge pain in his chest, and he felt like the world was turned upside down, and he flew upside down like a rag doll, knocked a Mohist student flying, and fell to the ground, his head tilted, and he was out of breath.

Xia Yunmo came slowly, with a stone in his hand, he tossed it lightly, and followed.

He smiled and said: "They are all out to mess around, why bother to fight and kill? Is there anything we can't sit down and talk about."

The rest of the Mohists didn't dare to move anymore, obviously frightened by Xia Yunmo's previous move, but they cursed inwardly.

Xia Yunmo turned around again, helped Yuan Zong up and said, "It's all right."

Yuan Zong stood up with a look of shame on his face.

When we parted on the long street before, I also said that I have no problem.But now being rescued by Xia Yunmo again, it's really embarrassing.

Yuan Zong suddenly changed his face and said: "Be careful, behind you."

Those Mohist disciples saw Xia Yunmo turn around, defenseless, and then saw the tragic death of the poisonous talisman next to him, they couldn't bear it anymore, rushed over, raised their long swords, and wanted to kill Xia Yunmo Chop into pieces.

Xia Yunmo turned around, only to see a black shadow fly out, and he had already ejected another stone.

The stones flew out, shattered in the air, turned into dozens of pieces, and hit these Mohist disciples one after another. Immediately, the Mohist disciples screamed, their bodies hurt so much that they couldn't even stand upright, and they all fell down. When he fell down, the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

Xia Yunmo turned to Yuan Zong and smiled again: "These Mohist disciples will be handed over to you."

After finishing speaking, he waved his sleeves, tapped his toes, and flew away lightly.

The disciple of the Mo family forgot about the pain, and stared blankly at Xia Yunmo's leaving figure, forgetting his mind for a moment.

Not to mention a Mohist disciple, even Yuan Zong, who had been with Xia Yunmo for a while, was speechless.

"This person...is he a god?"

This is the thought in the heart of the disciples of the Mohist school.

If it weren't for the gods, how could they kill people with stones and walk against the wind.

Only Yuan Zong knew in his heart that Xia Yunmo's walking against the wind was also a manifestation of martial arts, which made him yearn for it.

Perhaps when martial arts reach the extreme, they are no different from gods.

……

Lord Xinling Wei Wuji, one of the four sons of the Warring States Period.

This Mr. Wei was very famous in history. He supported three thousand diners and became a force of his own. He had defeated the Qin army several times, and he had done something like stealing amulets to save Zhao.

In the hearts of the people, his prestige is much better than that of the fatuous King Anli.

It's a pity that because of King Wei Anli's suspicion, he was not taken seriously.

Lord Xinling's mansion stands majestically at the end of the road, covering a vast area with numerous courtyards.

Inside the high wall were towering trees, and outside the high wall there were pairs of guards patrolling. The tightness of their defense did not seem to be much inferior to that of Wei Gong.

At this time, in the main hall, Mr. Xinling was reclining on a bed. In front of the drawer was a wooden table with delicious wine and delicacies. A beautiful woman made a bottle with red lips and was pouring wine into Mr. Xinling's mouth. The two beauties were pinching the shoulders and legs of Lord Xinling respectively.

Lord Xinling Wei Wuji was born with big ears, a dignified appearance, and a majestic air of his own.

I just don't know if his lack of ambition for a long time made him a little old, but his eyes were shining brightly, and his gaze was full of power, which made people dare not despise him.

"Report, Your Majesty, there is a young man outside asking to see him. He is Zhao Guo's envoy Xia Yunmo." At this time, a servant reported.

Lord Xinling's eyes lit up, as if he was pondering over the mystery, then he waved away the three beauties and said, "Please come in."

Not long after, Xia Yunmo was brought in by his servants.

　Xie Shuyou "passed 100 years like this", "smile," reward.

　　I have saved enough [-] rewards, and I will add more updates this week, let's see how long I have time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)