Mo Xidao never imagined how a businessman could have such cultivation!
He also knew a lot of secrets in the Snake Guard, and Prince Yi had also investigated it, but no one had ever said or knew that Wu Yidao was able to practice! And seeing his method of controlling feather arrows to fend off the enemy, his cultivation base is not bad! The twenty or so feathered arrows shot towards him like lightning, and Mo Xidao was too late to dodge in mid-air.
Fortunately he had a knife in his hand.
Only Mo Shuai, who has a knife in his hand, will never give up easily.
A round of saber aura exploded in front of him, and the saber aura glowed with a dazzling white light, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a ring-sword, but a bright sun. The white glow in front of him became brighter and brighter, and even his figure began to become blurred. The twenty or so feathered arrows hit the white light one after another, like raindrops falling on a hot iron, and gradually disappeared, as if they had been evaporated.
But that wasn't evaporation, but the sharp saber energy that was like a tornado crushed the feather arrows.
Wu Yiyi, who was sitting cross-legged in the carriage, frowned slightly, as if he didn't expect such a master to exist. It is not too common to see practitioners who turn their internal energy into sharp saber energy. After all, most practitioners hurt people with powerful palms or fists. To be able to transform energy into such a sharpness requires an excellent talent, which cannot be obtained through hard work.
Mo Xidao slowly floated down in mid-air, and stopped about five meters away from Wu Yiyi. That round of saber energy that was as dazzling as the sun was still hovering in his hands, as if it might fly out of his hands and fly towards Wu Yiyi at any time.
"It's really surprising that the richest man in the Sui Dynasty is actually a practitioner."
Mo Xidao couldn't help sighing, and then slowly stretched out his right hand holding the round of the sun: "But today you still have to die."
After saying these words, the ball of sun in his hand suddenly exploded. As if the strong sunlight tore apart the clouds, dazzling rays of light shot out one by one. Standing on the side of the light, Mo Xidao was as majestic as a general holding a peerless magic weapon.
It was the saber energy coming quickly, unparalleled in sharpness.
Just in a trance, the thousands of saber qi had already struck in front of Wu Yidao.
The wagon began to crumble, and sawdust flew.
Seeing that the saber energy was about to hit Wu Yidao, he stretched out his hand and pointed forward for the second time with a calm expression on his face. Then those saber auras suddenly collapsed as if they had hit a mountain, a mountain that no matter how sharp or powerful the saber aura was, it could not be shaken.
This mountain is invisible but thick and solid, blocking Wu Yiyi's whole body behind. Thousands of strands of saber energy cut down endlessly, but they just couldn't break through the invisible mountain. The air in front of Wu Yidao gradually began to distort, and the continuous saber energy was so fast that the temperature in this area began to rise, and there seemed to be faint crackling sounds.
Mo Xidao's face changed suddenly, and then he raised his right arm high.
At this moment, the sun in his hand was dazzling to the extreme.
The saber energy was like the endless rays of the sun, constantly slashing forward trying to split the invisible mountain in front of Wu Yiyi. If this continues, perhaps no matter how thick and strong the mountain is, it may be gradually crumbled. But Wu Yidao, who was sitting on the half-carriage, didn't seem worried at all, and his expression didn't change at all. No one could more intuitively feel those fierce saber auras, which were chopping one after another intensively about one meter in front of him and then were scattered by the shock.
He never left the carriage, even if he was facing the enemy, he only raised his fingers twice.
It seems that his spare power seems to last longer than Mo Washing Knife.
So Mo Xidao decided to attack with all his strength, and he started to move forward with his right arm raised. Walking is so easy that a child can toddle after the first year of life. As long as a healthy person can walk, but now, Mo Xidao seems to be unable to walk. There seemed to be an invisible wall in front of him, and there seemed to be many people behind him grabbing his clothes and pulling them. Every step he took was extremely difficult, and his steps were pitifully small.
But even so, he still gritted his teeth and moved forward.
The closer he was to Wu Yiyi, the brighter the sun in his hand seemed to be. The distance between the two gradually narrowed from five meters to four meters. Although it was only a short one meter, there was no doubt that the saber energy attacking Wu Yidao's body was more than twice as dense as before. The intensity of Qi has also increased.
The distortion of the air in front of Wu Yidao became more and more obvious, as if it was about to explode in the next second.
Mo Xidao only walked one meter forward, and he was already sweating profusely. He tried to move closer, making the saber energy more intense. But his legs seemed to be tied with tons of boulders, and it was difficult to lift his feet anymore. His body began to lean forward, and the right arm holding the sun stretched forward more and more. It seemed that his body was tilted at an outrageous angle and did not fall down.
Strangely, his body remained in this posture and did not move, as if he had been frozen. And the sun in Mo Xidao's hand became increasingly dimmer, as if it had been covered with a layer of fog.
Sweat gradually came out on Mo Xidao's forehead, but not a drop fell off! This is completely contrary to common sense, how could the sweat stay still
A few seconds later, the sun on Mo Xidao's right hand finally went out.
There is no light at all, just a right hand and a ring knife.
Mo Xidao's body kept trembling slightly, as if struggling with all his strength. But he could no longer move, neither forward nor backward.
"You...you're not...you're not Wu Yidao!"
He shouted this sentence with all his strength, his eyes were full of despair. It's not the first time he has this feeling. Last time, he also had no power to resist. In front of this person, he is not even as good as a toddler. He has lost his freedom, like being in a prison.
"Wu Yidao" who was sitting cross-legged on the carriage smiled, and said in a flat tone, "I only understand now, how stupid."
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Outside the East City.
Fifteen miles out of Chunhe Gate.
Dozens of big men rushed from behind, abandoning the carriage they were guarding before. And the carriage in front didn't seem to be in a hurry to escape, and was soon overtaken by those killers dressed as bodyguards. These people are all snake guards under Prince Yi, and their backgrounds are either villains in the Jianghu, or scum in the army.
After these dozens of people caught up, they quickly surrounded the carriage tightly, with several layers in front and back. They were not in a hurry to make a move, but were waiting for instructions.
Behind them, Zhang Kuang with a knife tied behind his back and Fang Henshui in a Confucian shirt came over.
Those snake guards spontaneously made way for Zhang Kuang, and Zhang Kuang walked slowly into the crowd. His face was a bit ugly, and his chest heaved slightly, obviously he was not calm. He was not sure who was in the carriage, whether it was Fang Jie or Wu Yidao. If it was the latter, he would order the snake guards to kill them without hesitation. And if it's the former, he doesn't know if he has crossed the threshold in his heart.
Fang Henshui followed behind him, smiling all the time.
But there was a hint of excitement in his eyes, that kind of morbid excitement.
"Why, haven't you made up your mind yet?"
Fang Henshui asked Zhang Kuang with a smile.
"Shut up!"
Zhang Kuang glanced back at him and said coldly: "Even if you are the prince's guest, it is not your turn to give orders today. I am the deputy of the Snake Guards. I have the final say on when and how to do it. If you do more Say a word, I will order someone to unload you first!"
"Amazing."
Fang Henshui shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything further. But there was no concern on his expression, and his eyes were full of jokes.
Zhang Kuang took a deep breath, took another two steps forward, and asked, "Excuse me, the person in the car, is it Sanjin Hou Wuyi?"
No one in the carriage answered, and the coachman sitting outside seemed to snort but did not move.
After waiting for a while, Zhang Kuang asked again: "If it's Sanjinhou, please get out of the car and talk. If it's someone else, please get out of the car and meet. We are only looking for Sanjinhou and have nothing to do with others."
The people in the car still didn't answer.
"Is it... Fang Jie?"
After being silent for a moment, Zhang Kuang asked again.
"If Fang Xie saw it was you, he would definitely vomit blood in anger. He probably never thought that his best friend would one day become his life-threatening enemy."
Someone in the carriage finally answered, the voice was a little strange, Zhang Kuang didn't recognize who it was.
Just when he was surprised, the carriage suddenly shattered with a bang. The entire carriage was torn apart from the inside and collapsed in an instant. The Snake Guards were so frightened that they couldn't help but took a step back, and only after concentrating on their precautions did they see the people in the carriage clearly. After seeing it clearly, everyone couldn't help but gasped.
Wu Yiyi was not in the carriage.
It's not a solution either.
They were two strong men like iron towers, both of whom were more than two meters tall. The same tiger back and ape waist, the same burly and sturdy. The two of them stood in front of everyone, as if two towers suddenly flew from the sky. One of the two strong men stretched out his left hand, and the other stretched out his right hand. On the palms of the two of them stood a black and thin boy.
Of these two strong men, one is Qilin and the other is Nie Xiaoju.
What they held in their hands was naturally the black boy Yan Kuang. And the person who flew up lightly after the carriage shattered, and was able to float in mid-air for a while like a kite, was none other than the scholar Chen Xiaoru.
This was a very shocking scene. Two strong men over two meters tall were holding a black kid who was hugging his shoulders and sneering in his hands, and the coachman was actually able to float in mid-air for a while before falling down like cotton wool.
With such two burly people sitting in the carriage, it was no wonder that Mo Xidao could tell at a glance that the carriage was heavier.
"Ha ha."
Standing behind Zhang Kuang, Fang Henshui couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that I overestimated you. I thought that if I followed you, I would have to find a righteous leader. Either Fang Jie or Wu Yidao, I didn't expect it to be a few A low-level entourage... Oh, you, the deputy of the Snake Guard, are not very convincing."
Zhang Kuang's face was ugly, he had already recognized Qilin who spoke before. Those words made his heart ache, followed by hatred. Without Wu Yiyi and Fang Jie, he was very disappointed. It was at this moment that he realized that he was already ready to turn against his former friends and brothers.
So he ordered coldly: "Kill them all."
Dozens of snake guards responded, and rushed up with their knives. Zhang Kuang didn't make a move. Although those two iron-tower-like men were very intimidating, he didn't think these four people could stop dozens of well-trained snake guards. The snake guard's personal cultivation may not be very strong, but their cooperation has reached the point of tacit understanding.
These snake guards are all people who can practice, and the worst ones have third-rank cultivation. With this kind of skill, coupled with Da Sui's military battle formation, Zhang Kuang is confident that seven or eight snake guards can consume a powerhouse of rank six or seven. Of course, it is unknown how many snake guards will survive in the end.
However, he soon realized that he was wrong.
Those four people, how can they be considered human beings
Although the black boy is thin and small, his fists are as heavy as mountains.
He messed up the Snake Guard's formation by himself.
The two strong men were even more surprising. One used a copper rod to smash someone to death, but the other used a few embroidery needles threaded on them! And the driver of the car didn't care about being surrounded at all. He sat in the car and watched as if watching a play, squinting his eyes, and had no intention of making a move at all.
Zhang Kuang couldn't help but look at Fang Henshui, only to see that this very sinister man had turned around and walked out.
"There is no Fang Jie, no Wu Yidao... Although I still have a little interest in killing people, I decided to go to another road to see, these people are not enough for me to stay."
When he heard these words, Zhang Kuang suddenly understood that the ten carriages leaving the city were probably all a cover.
So, where did Fang Jie and Wu go