The torrential rain poured down, and the bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, making the world hazy.
On the organ city.
Overlord Xiang Shaoyun stood with his relatives on his back, the rain dripped down his hair, eyebrows, and chin.
On the iron chain.
Mo Liuqi's thin body stood, and the silver scissors were suspended on the side of his cheeks, spinning continuously at high speed, splashing the rainwater, and the water flow converged into filaments at his chin.
The roar still resounded between the cliffs.
"Cultivator..."
Overlord let out a breath slowly.
He raised his hand, and his thick arm grabbed the long ax behind his back.
For practitioners, even if they are overlords, they dare not neglect them in the slightest.
Having experienced what happened in Wolong Ridge, Overlord treats practitioners with incomparable dignity. Any practitioner is very strong.
"The Mo family actually secretly cultivated practitioners?"
Overlord frowned and said.
On the iron chain, Mo Liuqi walked step by step.
The suspended scissors are like stars in the dark night.
Mohist...
For the Mo family, Mo Liuqi has no emotions. The Mo family does not want the assassins to be full of emotions, because the emotional assassins will have flaws and easily lead to mission failure.
Therefore, in the Mo family, the life of an assassin is oppressive.
Even, the Trick City is still a place where many assassins want to leave, just like Mo Yihen, his wish is to complete the last mission, leave the Trick City, and return to the countryside.
For Mo Liuqi, the cold Mo family couldn't give him warmth.
But it was Ah Zhu and Mo Yihen who made him feel warm.
On the iron chain.
Wielding their swords, Xiliang warriors rushed towards Mo Liuqi.
Overlord raised his hand, stopping the movements of every Xiliang warrior.
Overlord does not want anyone to intervene in the battle of practitioners.
In fact, Overlord was also very excited, his blood was boiling slightly, and he was inexplicably looking forward to the first fight with the cultivator.
Mo Liuqi calmed down.
The rain-washed world is peaceful, just like his heart that is gradually becoming cold.
Suddenly, Mo Liuqi was a little lost.
He hated the cold and ruthless look on his paralyzed face.
But today, he seems to have become what he once hated the most.
The distance of ten feet, neither far nor near, is the distance between Mo Liuqi on the iron chain and Bawang on the tower.
This distance is the distance that Mo Liuqi is most confident about.
Within this range, he can control the silver scissors, use his mind to control the scissors, and assassinate the Overlord from all angles.
Mo Liuqi stood on the spot, motionless, like a sculpture, the rain watered him, splashed on the surface of the skin, scattered sprays of water, making his figure a bit hazy.
Suddenly.
There was a tearing sound and an explosion.
Like a meteor across the night, cutting a drop of raindrops in half.
Overlord held the long ax and squinted his eyes.
While the demon energy was entangled, he suddenly swung the ax in his hand.
when!
There was a crisp sound, like thunder in a rainy night, deafening.
The silver scissors were sent flying, spinning at high speed in the air.
Mo Liuqi stared intently at her.
The aura wrapped around him, making his face look a little blurry.
He waved his hand, and the silver scissors stabbed quickly again.
The long ax in Overlord's hand slashed out.
Slash the silver scissors for dozens of meters.
The heavy rain seems to be the best concealment for the scissors, and the sound of the venting rainstorm makes the scissors' traces even more unpredictable.
Mo Liuqi is well aware of the power of the Overlord.
His only chance of winning is "Yiyi Yujian" after the aura boost.
This is a collision between a long-range practitioner and a melee practitioner.
Mo Liuqi knew that his strength was a little bit worse than that of Overlord, but he didn't give up.
In his mind, he recalled the methods of Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao on the island in the middle of the lake.
Those were the strongest cultivators he had ever seen besides Young Master Lu, and Mo Liuqi could learn from their methods.
Ning Zhao's spiritual pressure gathered by spiritual energy, Nie Changqing's sword fighting skills...
They all inspired Mo Liuqi.
It's not unreasonable for Lu Fan to say that Mo Liuqi is a genius. Mo Liuqi has a unique advantage in cultivation.
Even Lu Fan was amazed to be able to comprehend and control the shears by himself without the enhancement of spiritual energy.
The Overlord felt the pressure, even if he was surrounded by demonic energy, the silver scissors that flew recklessly seemed to be able to deal him a fatal blow at any time.
"Duh!"
On the iron chain.
Suddenly shook up.
Mo Liuqi clasped his palms together, let out a soft drink, and released his will to the extreme.
Under the heavy rain, this "duh" should have disappeared in the roar, but it seemed to have traveled through time and space, and exploded in Ba Wang's eardrums from a distance of ten feet.
The Overlord's long ax was thrown out suddenly.
Suddenly.
The high-speed rotating silver scissors actually split into two, bypassing the Overlord's long axe, and cutting towards the Overlord's throat and heart.
Overlord squinted his eyes and let out a loud roar, the roar was like thunder.
The long ax suddenly retracted, touched the chest, and bounced off the disassembled silver scissors.
"interesting… "
"You are not a cultivator trained by the Mohist school. The Mohist school... cannot train a practitioner like you."
Domineering way.
However, the temptation is over.
This battle of cultivators should also come to an end.
Mo Liuqi was very good, but... it was just a small surprise for Ba Wang, and more... still disappointment.
Compared to Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing, Mo Liuqi was still too weak.
boom!
The demonic energy around the Bawang lingered, and the torrential rain pouring down from the sky stagnated, and then suddenly bounced off.
Dancing relatives, leaning forward like a leopard.
With one step, the stagnant water splashed four feet.
With a high leap, he landed on the iron chain from the organ city, and the iron chain swayed endlessly, bouncing off countless rainwater.
With a cold face, Mo Liuqi controlled the silver scissors, constantly attacking the Overlord.
He failed again and again, but he did not give up.
The Overlord walked on the iron chain, his figure was like a wolf that was preying, galloping towards him at high speed.
The terrifying pressure and strong wind scattered all of Mo Liuqi's hair, making him feel as if his heart was being clenched tightly by a big hand.
The distance of ten feet between him and the Overlord is constantly shortening.
Overlord is really strong.
Perhaps... only Young Master Lu can suppress the opponent.
boom!
The Bawang's impact caused the rain to slap on Mo Liuqi's face.
The bone-piercing pain made him close his eyes and manipulate the aura around him to form an oppressive... Reiatsu!
A long ax swung down, stopped abruptly, and hung an inch in front of Mo Liuqi's forehead, and the rain dripped slowly along the ax blade.
"Nie Changqing's saber skill, Ning Zhao's spiritual pressure..."
"Are you from Beiluo Baiyujing?"
Overlord said indifferently, his voice full of wild oppression.
The spiritual pressure condensed by Mo Liuqi has too little influence on Overlord, but spiritual pressure... This is a skill that only Bai Yujing can use.
Therefore, Bawang guessed that Mo Liuqi might be related to Bai Yujing.
If Mo Liuqi was an assassin of the Mohist family, then the Overlord would naturally not care, and he would just kill him with a single axe.
However, if Mo Liuqi came from Beiluo Baiyujing, then Overlord would have to think about it.
It is impossible to know how strong the young master Lu of Bai Yujing is, an incomparably mysterious cultivator.
Overlord doesn't want to offend Young Master Lu just yet.
Young Master Lu who can make Nie Zhangqing the coachman and Ning Zhao the maid is definitely beyond his imagination.
Mo Liuqi opened his eyes. He didn't answer Overlord, but he didn't deny it either.
He came here to say goodbye to Ah Zhu. After saying goodbye, he will enter the island in the middle of the lake and become a disciple of Bai Yujing.
Therefore, it is not wrong to say that he came from Bai Yujing.
However, unexpectedly, the farewell became a forever farewell.
"I know what you're hating on..."
"But this is a difference in camp. I didn't die, so they died."
Overlord said lightly.
"Leave, just treat me as a face to Young Master Lu."
Overlord straightened his body, the two-meter-high Overlord was as burly as a demon.
Mo Liuqi lowered his face, and the tips of his hair kept dripping raindrops.
He didn't speak harsh words, nor was he unyielding.
He stood up and grabbed the silver scissors.
Turning around silently, the rain beat on him, making his body tremble slightly.
He is too weak.
He wants to become stronger!
Overlord looked at Mo Liuqi's leaving figure with indifferent eyes.
Let the tiger go back to the mountain
In addition to selling young master Lu's face, there is another reason why the Overlord saved Mo Liuqi's life, and that was...he needed pressure.
Only when there is pressure can there be motivation, so he deliberately let the tiger go back to the mountain.
Mo Liuqi's appearance and departure were just episodes to Overlord.
The long ax was raised, and the explosive roar lingered.
The Xiliang warriors rushed into the organ city against the torrential rain.
…
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
Lu Fan withdrew his mind.
Mo Liuqi lost, which did not surprise Lu Fan. It would be strange if Mo Liuqi could win.
Even Ning Zhao may not be his opponent for the overlord after becoming a demon, with nine levels of demonic energy.
"This Overlord, it's kind of interesting... Do you keep Mo Liuqi as a whetstone?"
Lu Fan shook the wine glass, and the mellow wine flowed.
He no longer thought about Mo Liuqi's affairs, nor did Lu Fan expect Ah Zhu's death, but the world is not a fairy tale, there is not so much perfection and beauty.
Take a sip of plum wine.
Leaning on the railing to listen to the wind, Lu Fan began to think about something in his mind.
The first thing to consider is the "land for raising dragons".
After that, it was a question of how to make "Bai Yujing" a detached force.
After experiencing the battle of Wolongling Immortal Palace, Bai Yujing has already gained some fame in the world.
but…
It seems that it is still a bit short of becoming a detached force.
What Lu Fan had to do was to make more efforts to make Bai Yujing a detached force above all schools of thought.
Just as Lu Fan was thinking.
In the distance, cheers could be heard faintly, and the cheers were accompanied by the sound of constant farting.
Lu Fan turned his head and looked at where Ni Yu and Jing Yue were.
Then they saw the black pot in front of them.
There are dense round pills like jelly beans emitting heat.
(end of this chapter)