They set up a barrier here and used the newly built Wuluo Village as the venue for the competition.
Bai Yue repeatedly warned the old village chief: "Don't let anyone approach the back mountain."
The old village chief replied with twinkling eyes: "I understand, Immortal Chief."
Mo Shang and Li Luoqiong stood face to face. Bai Yue looked through the barrier and was surprised to find that their swords had a lot of imagination. They looked at each other with similar calm expressions, just like... some subtle feelings emerged in Bai Yue's heart.
Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling are similar, all because they were brothers in the same sect and share the same love as brothers.
Where did the friendship between Mo Shang and Li Luoqiong come from? Bai Yue's thoughts were wandering, and he sneered in his heart. Could it be that they had been close to each other for a long time, so they unconsciously moved closer to each other
He soon discovered that Mo Shang and Li Luoqiong looked at each other for a while, without saying a word, and silently drew their swords in tacit agreement!
They didn't have any polite words at the beginning, but went up directly using the sword cultivator method -
The two are like twins in front of a mirror. They have a surprisingly tacit understanding in some aspects, including their undisguised murderous intent and their attitude of not sparing any hands at all!
Crazy, crazy, Bai Yue was dazzled as he watched the two swords collide and separate. Their swords all carried a calm killing intent, revealing a somewhat majestic attitude in the tranquility.
It was not a fancy sword dance. Their swords seemed to let go of each other, but in fact they were constantly testing and testing, intending to find an opening and strangle the opponent in one fell swoop.
The sword energy was blocked by the barrier, and no trace of it leaked out. However, Bai Yue was in an absolutely safe zone, but he felt that the blood stimulated by these two sword energies was about to leak out of his pores!
His blood surged, and his palms trembled slightly inadvertently. He wanted to pull out his spiritual weapon to resist the shadowless and invisible impact.
Xiao Xuanqing was already staggering, and his eyes could only be narrowed a little, as if he was about to be pierced by this sharp feeling and peeled off.
The onlookers who were around and across the barrier felt the uncomfortable scene of calm and hidden murderous intent. However, Li Luoqiong, the person involved in the venue, had a slightly different feeling.
This battle was the best time for him to find a breakthrough opportunity. At the same time, the nature of the sword cultivator also made Li Luoqiong want to decide the winner with Mo Shangzhen.
Li Luoqiong felt that his sword moves were as good as ever, without any stagnation, but he subconsciously knew that he was missing something important. He must find and experience it before he can break through this hurdle.
He stared at Mo Shang, with only this opponent and the sword in his hand in his eyes at the moment.
As the battle became more intense, Li Luoqiong could barely see Mo Shang's face clearly. He could only see an outline and relied on instinct to judge the direction of his attack...
At this moment, Li Luoqiong's senses became more and more sensitive. He looked directly at Mo Shang's blurry human figure, and his pupils contracted violently in an instant -
Li Luoqiong suddenly had a premonition that the Mo Shang he was fighting with was just a shell. Only after breaking away from this body could he see the real Mo Shang!
When Li Luoqiong was immersed in the battle, he had a strange intersection with the way of heaven in this world in an instant. It was due to such a coincidence that he was equivalent to having the perspective of the way of heaven in that moment. —
In the eyes of Tiandao, this Mo Shang is not the son of destiny that it has given great hope to, but Luo Zhifeng, a visitor from the outside world.
Li Luoqiong was right. The body of "Mo Shang" temporarily restrained Luo Zhifeng's existence.
Crossing it, he will be able to see a brand new world. Just when Li Luoqiong's Adam's apple rolled, and she was shocked, something unexpected happened!
In front of Bai Yue, the leader of the Lingxian Sect, a complete small hole appeared silently in the barrier he had laid with his own hands. Even when Bai Yue reacted, the barrier cracked through the hole like a fallen mirror. Open it, and the spiritual energy used to build this barrier has been inexplicably drained out within a few seconds!
The shattered barrier made Bai Yue's pupils tremble. What frightened him even more was that Mo Shang and Li Luoqiong, who were fighting, couldn't make enough gestures, and the sword energy containing terrifying power poured out like a huge torrent. Like violently attacking in one direction!
The trees that he saw were about to be uprooted by the wind. The only good thing was that the direction of the out-of-control sword energy was towards the back mountain. He had specifically told the village chief not to come to the back mountain - Bai Yue Looking at the direction of the sword energy, Yu Hun felt a little bit lucky from time to time.
But his eyes suddenly turned to one place, and a figure suddenly appeared at the place where the sword energy struck. This man was wearing linen clothes, his clothes were simple, and his skin was scorched by the sun. At first glance, he looked like someone who was busy working. Most of the villagers in Wuluo Village looked like this...
Bai Yue suddenly had some bad premonition in his heart. When he released his spiritual energy, he would forcibly block the villager who broke into the back mountain from the sword energy. He was even more afraid that the villager would not expect it, so he shouted: "Get out of there! "
Bai Yue made this move without any hesitation. Even if he was injured, he had to prevent possible unrest.
For some reason, when this scene was touched, Bai Yue's heart was beating wildly, and his whole body was telling him that something was wrong, as if the appearance of this villager would lead to some bad results.
But just when Bai Yue's spiritual power was about to wrap around the villager, he saw the unspectacular villager wearing a weird smile from a distance. The smile almost touched his ears and was full of indescribable weirdness.
At the same time, Bai Yue's spiritual power detected something strange about the villagers. He looked so like a normal person, but in fact... he was a living dead!
This... Bai Yue took a step back, but before he could realize what the living dead wanted to do, the living dead villager took advantage of the moment of hesitation in his spiritual power and rushed straight towards the sword energy.
Almost instantly, a large amount of blood spurted out from his body. The "living dead" who could not feel pain made loud sounds of pain and struggle, and blood foam poured out from his throat.
At the same time, Bai Yue, Li Luoqiong, and Mo Shang all heard the footsteps of many ordinary people. They were approaching, and they made panicked discussions as they walked quickly.
"What happened? Why is there such a loud noise in the back mountain?!"
"This? What on earth are the Immortal Chief and the others doing... Should we go take a look first?"
When the footsteps of the villagers stopped in a hurry, they stood in front of Mo Shang and the others. They happened to witness the scene of how the villager was killed by the sword energy!
"Ah!" A villager screamed in agony after witnessing this bloody scene.
"That's Wang Ren who lives next door to us! How could he, how could he do that?!"
The villagers gathered around, their faces turned pale with shock at the blood all over the ground, and their eyes seemed to be reflected in blood.
A relative of this villager, a middle-aged woman, hugged Wang Ren's body forcefully in an attempt to stop the large amount of blood flowing from his body. But their approach had no effect at all. How could a person who had become a living dead be saved
Wang Ren coughed up a lot of blood, and his breath became weaker and weaker. Within a few breaths, he "died" under the tears of his relatives.
"Ah! The murderer...! They are the murderer... They are the murderer!!" Wang Ren's relatives saw the murderous weapons shining in the hands of Li Luoqiong and Mo Shang, and they screamed in agony, almost crying in pain.
At this time, the village chief came out to smooth things over: "Didn't the immortals say... don't go near the back mountain? Your Wang Ren didn't abide by it himself, and there's nothing he can do if he is killed by mistake."
With a comforting expression on his face, Mo Shang glanced at him unnoticed and saw the veins on the back of the old village chief's hands and the hidden smile at the corner of his mouth.
As expected, the old village chief's efforts to smooth things over did not appease Wang Ren's relatives at all. Most of the villagers around her were whispering, and there was an indelible fear surrounding her.
They whispered to each other: "How could... Wang Ren..."
"This time it was Wang Ren, will it be us next time?"
"Isn't that formation really going to be filled with our lives? I'm afraid... they are immortals, and we are like ants to them who can be crushed to death at will, right?"
"Are we going to die?"
Wang Ren's relative, this middle-aged woman, had red eyes and shouted frantically at Bai Yue: "Is this what you call protecting us? My Wang Ren... Wang Ren, he was killed by you executioners like this!" He is dead!!"
"Calm down..." Bai Yue finally knew the origin of the strange smile on the living dead man's lips, and also understood the reason for the ominous premonition he had always had.
He... No matter how he destroyed the barrier he set up, his intention was to let Li Luoqiong and Mo Shang "kill" this so-called innocent villager by mistake!
Bai Yue immediately said sternly: "Wang Ren has already turned into a living dead. He has died a long time ago. We didn't-"
Killing innocent people by mistake.
But his words were immediately interrupted by a middle-aged woman. Her face was stained with some of Wang Ren's blood, and with the bloodshot eyes bursting out, she looked almost crazy.
Her words were mixed with the deepest hatred: "Living dead? He left so much blood, how can he be called a living dead? I have never seen such a living dead!"
"You immortals who harbor evil intentions must have this idea...if you kill someone, just call him a living dead. What's the difference between this and an animal?"
The middle-aged woman's voice was hysterical, much louder than a woman cursing. She gasped with red eyes and shouted: "Aren't you going to take action? Today they dare to kill Wang Ren in the name of the living dead. Tomorrow they can kill him with a wave of their hands." Kill us all—no more excuses!!”
Someone in the crowd made a voice: "They don't dare to do anything to us - I heard that if they, the immortals, attack us mortals too much, they will be struck by lightning! God will punish us!"
The monks present all looked bad.
What this person in the crowd said was true. In order to restrain the monks and prevent them from killing innocent people indiscriminately, the monks were not allowed to commit mass murders. Because of their casual nature, the demon cultivators are subject to many other constraints, so they are not overly constrained by the law of heaven in this regard.
But the righteous monks are different. They need to stand upright, and Heaven's monitoring of them is even stricter -
A monk who commits random crimes and commits evil will not be struck by lightning to the point of being wiped out, as that mortal said, but it will actually cause a regression in his practice!
How could the villagers of Wuluo Village know such a thing? ! Why were they misled like this...
Li Luoqiong frowned and whispered, "There are monks planning."
This must have been informed by outsiders in some way, and this impression was instilled in them. Li Luoqiong seemed to have seen the artificially manipulated situation after this, and had a premonition that a storm was about to come.
but! The monks know it, but do people in the secular world know it
They really took the words of the villager in the crowd seriously. For a moment, all the fear was transformed into hatred and anger under the guidance of the middle-aged woman's hysterical roar and the Ruoyouruowu people behind her!
They don't want to die! One Wang Ren dies, as they say, who knows whether it will be his turn next, their turn
"There are only a few of them, it's no big deal, kill, kill them... As long as these immortals die, we can survive!"
"No one wants to die!"
Bai Yue had little contact with the secular world. He could not understand the thoughts of these villagers. He could strategize on sect affairs, but he was messed up in this regard.
"What I said is true. Wang Ren has been dead a long time ago... We will not hurt you. Someone is planning this behind the scenes..."
But it was useless. His voice was drowned in the angry crowd. No one would listen to Bai Yue's so-called "shirk". Foolish people would only believe what they saw and follow what others did without digging deeper. Some truth.
They are now uncontrollable wild dogs. They want to tear off the bloody flesh of Mo Shang and the others, and they want to bury all the monks in this place!
Mo Shang stretched out his hand to block Bai Yue, who was still making unnecessary excuses. He said softly: "What do you tell them? Look, it's useless."
What came into view were the villagers' eyes that had lost their senses and were bloodshot, as if they were dyed red by blood!
He said: "Fight."
beat!