Mortal Bones

"Mr...Mr?"

Zhang Lao's heart was shaken, and then he looked in the direction of the breath sensed by his own Qinglong Order, and happened to see a man dressed as a servant smiling at them.

Although the man's face was very unfamiliar, the three of them were very familiar with this smile.

They were sure that this man was Mr. Xiushi.

"Let's go, pretend that the poison has not been cured, don't let people see the flaws, Zhai Mo, I'm here."

The voice of Xiushi sounded in the minds of the three again.

Then, the three of them no longer hesitated, and put their hands into their sleeves, and immediately touched a paper bag.

Although they didn't know when Mr. Xiushi put the antidote on them, because of their unreserved trust in Mr. Xiushi, the three of them took the antidote in the paper bag while flying away.

Seeing this, Xu Taiping finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason why he asked them to continue pretending to be poisoned was because, according to his observation just now, even if the antidote was taken, it would take at least a cup of tea for the blood and true energy of the poisoned person to recover to their full strength.

In addition, with the number of disciples from Baijian Villa in the hall at the moment, it was actually very difficult for the three to escape.

Continuing to pretend to be poisoned could make the disciples of Baijian Villa relax their vigilance, giving them a chance to slowly recover their strength.

"Boom!"

As he expected, the three were surrounded by disciples from Baijian Villa before they rushed to the door.

However, because they were not fighting against the Thirteen Swords of Yunting, with the skills of Nanxing and Zhai Mo, the three should not be worried about their lives for a while.

"What Yun Mubai wants is a living person, and he will definitely not kill them. As long as they can survive a cup of tea, the poison in the three people will be cured."

As Xu Taiping thought so, he looked at Zhai Mo not far in front of him.

In fact, he could have attacked before Zhai Mo risked his life, but after careful consideration, he decided to teach Zhai Mo a lesson.

"Brother Zhai Mo is upright and generous, but he is too loyal to his friends. If he doesn't learn his lesson, he will definitely meet another Yun Mubai next time."

Xu Taiping murmured in his heart.

Of course, the main reason why he didn't stop Zhai Mo from risking his life was that he wanted him to buy time for Zhang Lao and the others to recover their strength.

"Zheng!"

Speaking of which, the thirteen swords of Yunting once again activated the sword formation and slashed at Zhai Mo with one sword.

For Zhai Mo in his prime, there are many ways to break this sword, but now all he can do is to rely on the remaining blood in his body to take this sword.

"Shua!"

The moment the sword energy came, Zhai Mo roared, and raised the giant axe in his hand like a beast to meet it.

"Bang!"

But this time, even though Zhai Mo used all his strength, he still couldn't break the sword force of the thirteen swords of Yunting, and his body suddenly flew backwards under the impact of the sword force.

With a "bang", Zhai Mo fell heavily to the ground beside Xu Taiping, and his originally tall and sturdy body began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into the somewhat sturdy man when he first met Xu Taiping.

"Puff!..."

Without the support of blood and energy, he could no longer suppress the damage of the poison to his body, and kept spitting out black blood.

"Zheng!"

At this time, the thirteen swords of Yunting formed a formation again.

"Zhai Mo, is this all you can do?"

Amid the "booming" sound of sword energy breaking through the air, Yun Mubai suddenly shouted at Zhai Mo with a sneer on his face.

Hearing this, Xu Taiping, who was squatting beside Zhai Mo with his head in his arms, immediately saw what Zhai Mo was thinking and thought to himself:

"Although Yun Mubai will not kill Zhai Mo, this does not prevent him from crushing Zhai Mo's Dao heart, because only in this way can Zhai Mo be completely used by him."

After hearing this, Zhai Mo actually endured the pain on his body and got up from the ground again.

"I have to say that this brother Zhai Mo's willpower is not weaker than any warrior I know, including Zhu Lao and General Zhang."

Seeing that Zhai Mo actually started fighting again, Xu Taiping couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Zhai Mo, although his brain is sometimes not very bright, his blood and energy, as well as his extraordinary willpower, are far better than Nanxing and Zhang Lao.

It can be said that he is a natural warrior.

"Spit!"

At this time, Zhai Mo spat out a mouthful of blood, then clenched his fists, his eyes wide open, and glared at Yun Mubai angrily and said:

"If you can't kill me this time, I will definitely drag a few of your Yunting Thirteen Swords to take the blame!"

Although this was said to Yun Mubai, the murderous intent in the words was like a torrent that fiercely hit the Yunting Thirteen Swords.

The thirteen young sword cultivators suddenly had a layer of fine cold sweat on their foreheads, and their eyes also showed a shaken look.

Even if Zhai Mo seemed to be at the end of his strength, his murderous intent was enough to intimidate the thirteen young sword cultivators.

"If you can't kill them, you thirteen people, don't even think about stepping into my Baijian Villa Yunting again!"

Yun Mubai snorted coldly at the Yunting Thirteen Swords with some dissatisfaction.

Hearing Yun Mubai's anger, the Yunting Thirteen Swords immediately gathered their minds again and used their own sword intent to disperse the murderous intent on Zhai Mo's body.

"Zheng!"

At the moment when the killing intent on Zhai Mo was dispelled, the thirteen swords of Yunting all urged their true essence, borrowed the power of the Yunting sword formation to condense the huge sword energy into a sword shadow several dozen feet long, and slashed at Zhai Mo with one sword.

"Uh-huh!"

Amidst the harsh sound of breaking through the air, the huge sword shadow carried the sword shadow like a sea of ​​clouds and engulfed Zhai Mo at once.

Facing this sword, Zhai Mo could no longer lift the giant axe, so he directly raised his fist to meet it.

"boom!"

Amidst the deafening collision, Zhai Mo's fist almost shattered in response.

But at the last moment, he turned his fists into palms and clamped the huge sword shadow regardless of the erosion of the sword energy on his palms.

But with his current physical strength, how could he possibly be able to block the sword wielded by the Thirteen Swords of Yunting using the power of the sword array?

"boom!"

In just one or two breaths, Zhai Mo knelt down heavily on one knee because he could not bear the distance caused by the sword force.

Xu Taiping on the side could even clearly hear the "click" sound of his knee shattering.

But even so, Zhai Mo still didn't let go, his bloody hands tightly holding the huge sword shadow.

Because he knew that the more time he delayed, the more chance Mr. Zhang and the others would have to survive.

"This is...I owe Nanxing and Mr. Zhang...them..."

Zhai Mo, whose mouth was full of blood foam, murmured in a low voice.

"Zhai Mo, as long as you kneel down to me, I will consider sparing your life."

At this time, Yun Mubai's voice sounded again.

Hearing this, Zhai Mo smiled "hehe", then glared at Yun Mubai and said:

"You deserve it too!"

Hearing this, Yun Mubai sneered, then raised his hand and pressed down:

"It's not up to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the huge sword shadow once again let out a sword cry, and then pressed down violently under the control of the Thirteen Swords of Yunting.

"boom!……"

Amidst the huge earthquake, Zhai Mo's other leg seemed to be unable to support it, and the bones in his body kept cracking and cracking due to the heavy pressure.

"Snapped."

Just when Zhai Mo was about to lose his support, a hand suddenly placed on his shoulder, and then a familiar voice came into his ears——

"Brother Zhai Mo, it's okay. Leave the rest to me."

Zhai Mo was shocked when he heard this, and then turned his head to follow the sound with a look of disbelief.

After seeing the figure standing next to him, he said with a mixture of sadness and joy:

"Master!"