Eight Magical Techniques of Yin and Yang of the Bright Moon in Qin Dynasty

Chapter 199 Mo Sect lore Yan Dan dies!

Although it was not what he wanted in his heart to turn against his master and apprentice, he had no other choice for the safety of the Mo family and Yan country, not to mention that the assassination of Qin was planned by the other party.

Since such a move was made, there must be an explanation.

As soon as he thought about this, he saw that the aura of the Six Fingers Heixia suddenly exploded, and wisps of terrifying ink-colored true energy circulated continuously above the ink eyebrows, as if they were about to turn into substance.

Although it is a weapon without a blade, it contains astonishing power in its hands, no less than those famous swords on the sword manual.

Seeing this, Yan Dan's heart was also very dignified. Although he knew that it was difficult for him to match him, he would not sit still like this.

With a soft drink, his whole body was full of true energy, and the sharp sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he took the initiative to attack the former.

He slashed down with a merciless sword, but was easily swung away by Mo Mei, and then the six-fingered black man slammed the opponent directly with his palm.

The astonishing power in the palm exploded, and the strong air waves spread to the surroundings. Yan Dan was shaken back with a muffled grunt, and flew backwards. He retreated six or seven steps in succession before he barely stabilized his body.

"You are not my opponent, follow me back."

A cold light flashed in Yan Dan's eyes, without saying a word, he exerted all his strength, held the sword in both hands and slashed horizontally, and then a fierce sword energy tore through the air, stirring up.

Faced with such a strong attack, Six Fingers Heixia still looked unchanged, and softly shouted: "Stick to the rules!"

In an instant, strands of ink-colored sword intent entwined and intertwined, forming a translucent barrier between breaths, blocking the powerful sword energy.

Immediately afterwards, his sword posture changed, and the palm of his hand, Momei, stabbed at the opponent without any fancy.

"The ink flows in the river!"

In an instant, the barrier dissipated, turning into strands of black energy that wandered quickly, gathered and condensed like a river, rushing towards the opponent with the force of the river.

"not good!"

Feeling the majestic pressure, Yan Dan was startled. This move is a great skill of the Mo Sect, and it is cast out of the profound meaning of both love and non-attack.

Although it is not overly lethal, its strength is that it can strongly suppress the enemy, which can not only affect the human body's ability to move, but also hinder the movement of true energy, which is quite difficult to deal with.

Just when such a thought came into his mind, Mo Se Zhen Qi rushed towards him.

That formidable force gathered into a river and washed over his body continuously, his whole body seemed to be much heavier in an instant, and even the movement of breath in his body was stagnant.

Under the impact of the huge energy, Yandan at this moment only felt as if he was in the middle of the river, and every movement was very repulsive, as if even the sky and the earth were suppressing him.

Encountered in such a predicament as soon as they fought, Yandan clearly realized the gap between the two sides, and the opponent's strength was stronger than imagined.

Then even he didn't dare to hold back any more, he desperately squeezed the energy in his body, and released it suddenly after it was condensed to the extreme, bursting out a power beyond the limit in an instant.

With a loud shout, the overdrawn force tore a gap in the pressure of the Moyongjiang River, and his figure turned into an afterimage and flew out.

The cold light flickered continuously on the long sword, and it pierced the Six Fingers Heixia's vitals like lightning.

However, just as the point of the sword was about to penetrate his chest, the figure of the six-fingered black man turned into black ink and disappeared.

Almost at the same time, a deep voice sounded from beside my ears: "Mo's name is wonderful!"

In an instant, the six-fingered black man who had disappeared appeared directly behind Yan Dan, and his black eyebrows suddenly lashed at his shoulder.

With a sound of "bang", Yan Dan screamed in pain and was sent flying several feet away, and landed heavily on the ground.

There was a burst of smoke and dust, and he got up from the broken ground after a few breaths. The bamboo hat on his head was already shattered, his clothes were damaged, and he looked quite embarrassed.

I saw his chest rising and falling, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, and raised his eyes to look at the former with incomparable dignity.

The gap between the two sides is really too big, they are not at the same level at all, and the other side obviously hasn't exerted their full strength, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to get up.

"Are you still not admitting defeat?"

Six Fingers Heixia said in a deep voice, after all, it was a master-student relationship, and he really didn't want to end it by himself.

"Come on, it's better to die by your hands than to be captured by Ying Zheng!"

Yan Dan's expression was determined. From a close friend to an enemy, the love and killing between him and Ying Zheng ended in failure.

But even so, he still didn't want to see the other party's superior eyes.

"Since that's the case, then it will be as you wish."

The Black Man with Six Fingers sighed softly, and then his incomparably powerful zhenqi gushed out, his aura was even stronger than before, and the power of the top powerhouse was displayed.

"You once asked me that the Mohists both love Feigong, but they have a lore-killing technique. Answer now, watch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly waved the ink eyebrows in his hand, and the materialized air wave instantly covered a distance of hundreds of meters around, and the billowing black sword energy gathered quickly, rendering the space with ink marks.

An incomparable sense of oppression bloomed layer upon layer, and the terrifying aura swept away from the point of contact between the two of them to the surroundings, and all the vegetation in sight was cut off in half.

Sweeping across with vigor like a huge wave, the solid gravel was directly turned into powder under the shock of strong pressure.

At the same time, a trace of tears slid down and dripped on the blade.

In an instant, dense blood-colored silk threads stretched out from the originally black ink eyebrows, spreading directly across the entire blade of the sword like blood in the veins.

"Mo Zi weeps!"

Following the low and mournful voice, all the power was condensed into one point, gathered at the end of the ink eyebrow, as if to make up for the missing point.

Let the originally edgeless and edgeless weapon like a wooden ruler turn into a bloody edge!
At the same time, the figure of the Six-fingered Heixia suddenly flashed across the opponent, and as the ink eyebrow swung out, the circulating sword intent seemed to draw a red and black silk thread in the air, splitting the void in two!
The silk thread is gone in a flash, just like a flash in the pan, a moment of youth.

"Is this the lore skill? It's really strong..."

Yan Dan's deep voice sounded slightly, and one saw that his chest was pierced with a very small wound.And it was this inconspicuous scar that completely cut off his vitality.

"Sorry……"

Six Fingers Heixia put away his ink eyebrows, feeling a deep sense of sadness welling up in his heart.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spewed out from Yan Dan's mouth, and he fell straight to the ground under his desolate and unwilling eyes, and lost his breath in an instant...

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