The Snow and the Moon in the Wind: The Lights Dim and the Way Back

Chapter 177 Numb Whispers Reunion of Old Friends

Chen Le covered his right hand, and looked at Mo Qianshang with a ferocious expression. The pampered man had never been hurt like this before!
"Mo Wuhen, you have successfully angered me!"

Mo Qianshang waved his hand, and with a wave of the wooden stick, a gust of wind was generated out of thin air, piercing the ground.

He looked at Chen Le coldly.

"Happiness is based on other people's suffering. If you play me like a toy, do you really think I have a good temper? The more good a person is, the more he will be bullied. Then who in this world will be a good person! There are so few poor consciences." , It’s just that I’m being harmed even less by you people. Today, I’ll let you know what civilian anger is!”

Stick, stab out.

There is no sharp edge, but the speed of light is not something Chen Le can react to instantly.

Chen Le put his hands on his chest, like a boxer, protecting his head, and waiting for an opportunity to fight back.

Mo Qianshang waved the wooden stick, making clinking sounds, and said with a smile.

"A tortoise? I'm the best at this!"

The footsteps were as dense as raindrops, and there was a feeling of thousands of troops marching for a while. With Chen Le as the center, Mo Qianshang's stick seemed to appear out of thin air, hitting Chen Le's whole body continuously.

Chen Le kept turning around anxiously, but his right arm was always hammered by Mo Qianshang's wooden stick.

Slowly, his right hand began to droop.

With a whoosh, Mo Qianshang suddenly appeared behind him, patted his shoulder, and held up the wooden stick with his right hand.

"Dare to turn back? Don't dare! This sword! Split the mountain!"

With a "click", the wooden stick hit Chen Le's shoulder, and Chen Le's right arm was instantly dislocated.

"what!"

There was another loud cry, and Chen Le was thrown several meters away.

Mo Qianshang waved the wooden stick in his hand, feeling more and more handy, and said to himself.

"No wonder the bald donkeys in Shaolin like to use sticks. It turns out that beating people with sticks is so cool!"

Chen Le got up tremblingly, seeing that he had no strength to resist, and knew that he had encountered a freak.

"Mo Wuhen, just wait for me! Do you think you can beat me?"

Chen Le jumped into the well.

Mo Qianshang chased after him with a sneer, dragging the wooden stick with his right hand behind him, planning to do a knife and stick technique.

but.

Suddenly a big man jumped out of the lake, and the hook chain knife in the big man's hand suddenly entangled Mo Qianshang's wooden stick.

With a "click", the wooden stick became two halves.

Looking at the two pieces of wooden stick in his hand, Mo Qianshang turned his head.

"It's you!"

The big man didn't speak, but showed red eyes and looked at Mo Qianshang ferociously.

Suddenly, the big guy threw Zhang Tiedan and Ren Xiumei into the well, and just as Mo Qianshang was about to stop him, the big guy came over.

Reluctantly, he stepped back, "thump, thump, thump", the big sickle slashed out continuously, and Mo Qianshang retreated cautiously.

With a single blow to the bloody scythe, the big man's knife flashed coldly.

Mo Qianshang jumped up behind him, and violently knocked out the two-jointed wooden stick with both hands on its head.

"Dong Dong", two deafening voices sounded.

Mo Qianshang frowned,

"Another armor! Who's inside this time?"

Take a step back and put some distance away.

"Hey, who are you!"

Facing the questioning from Mo Qianshang's right hand, the big man did not speak, but chased after him with heavy steps.

"Don't talk? Then I'll beat you out!"

While there's a lot of power in a big guy, speed is everything in this world.

Leap up, dodge the big man's soul-destroying scythe,

"Scattered flowers gradually become charming eyes!"

The messy stick method was like words all over the sky, hitting the big man's back desperately.

Pieces of iron sheets were dented by Mo Qianshang's beating.

The big man was hit hard for the first time, and let out a clear female scream.

Suddenly turned around and slashed out with a knife.

Mo Qianshang stepped back, wondering.

"Why is this voice so familiar!"

Sudden.

The bloody sickle flew out from the big man's hand, the deadly sickle killed the soul, this knife was terrifying.

"I hide!"

Mo Qianshang dodged with an iron bridge, and then rushed over while the big man retracted the chain, only to see the big man suddenly abandon the chain, and a lightsaber popped out of his arm.

'Damn me! '

This was Mo Qianshang's idea.

Seeing himself rushing towards the lightsaber, if he didn't stop the car in time, he might pass through his chest.If it is an ordinary person, it is already necessary to take the initiative to stop at this moment.

But Mo Qianshang keenly felt that this was a trap. After all, if he swung the big sword at the moment he stopped, he would have nowhere to hide under exhaustion.

So, Mo Qianshang's speed remained unchanged, and he threw the wooden stick in his left hand straight towards the chain on the ground, and then threw the wooden stick in his right hand again, hitting the previous wooden stick, which shocked the chain, and grabbed it with his right hand instantly. Chains, Mo Qianshang crossed his hands, and even tied the lightsaber with chains.

The big man paused for a moment, as if he hadn't thought of how to deal with it.

And Mo Qianshang pulled his right hand, dragged the bloody sickle on the ground, and threw it out.

The big man reacted, but it was too late after all, and he was hit flying by the bloody sickle.

Withdrawing the sickle, I held it in my hand, Mo Qianshang had a strange expression on his face.

"Is this weapon upgraded again?"

Holding the handle of the sickle, Mo Qianshang rushed over,
"Blood slaughter for a hundred thousand miles!"

Flying the bloody sickle hard, the big man hit the sickle flying with his right hand.

But Mo Qianshang flew out again with a 360-degree rotation and then the force of the shock. This time, the scythe had the power stored last time and was even more powerful.

The big man raised his left hand to block, and was knocked back three steps by the power of the sickle, while Mo Qianshang spun the sickle back 360 degrees and threw it out.

The fish and the dragon have changed nine times, and they have been tempered a thousand times.

Mo Qianshang's move is obviously a way of striking iron. With the help of counterattack, he keeps swinging out, and the first level is stronger than the first level.

For a while, the sound of iron strikes echoed in the garden again.

"Nine Transformations of Fish and Dragon · Ninth Transformation · Scary Dragon Transformation!"

The last time he swung it, this time, the big guy was completely blown away by Mo Qianshang, and he was torn to pieces.

And the bloody sickle also shattered.

Holding the empty chain, Mo Qianshang felt like a soul chaser from hell, holding the soul chain in his hand.

Walking up to the dilapidated big man, kicking off its helmet, a beautiful woman in Tsing Yi appeared in front of Mo Qianshang.

"Yan Lingxia! You are here!"

After careful observation, Mo Qianshang discovered that Yan Lingxia's back and brain were connected to many tubes.

Pulling out the pipes one by one, Mo Qianshang dragged Yan Lingxia out.

"I didn't expect that she would be here too. Hey, is it because I'm so good-looking that you match me with a peerless beauty to relieve my boredom!"

Gently placed his right hand on Yan Lingxia's neck, seeing that her heart pulse was normal, he knew that she was just in a coma.

He came to the armor that had been taken off again, fumbled here and there, and finally took out a sword hilt.

The design of the hilt is in line with ergonomics. The handle is carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the grooves are continuous, making it very comfortable to hold. There is a small hidden button at the position of the thumb. Press lightly, and a lightsaber It popped out instantly.

Looking at the lightsaber in his hand, Mo Qianshang was very satisfied.

"Finally I have a sword! This time I won't be so ugly! But what if Yan Lingxia likes me because I'm too handsome?"

"Who would like you, you narcissistic bastard!"

When Yan Lingxia woke up, she saw Mo Qianshang's narcissistic words, and she was very angry.

Hearing this, Mo Qianshang turned to look at her, clenched his right hand, pressed it, and the lightsaber burst out. His face was cold and handsome, matching the blood red dots on his clothes.

"You say I'm like this, don't you look good?"

Yan Lingxia was stunned for a moment.

Because there are very few good-looking men, but the few good-looking men with superb swordsmanship are even more pitiful.

Turning his head away, his face flushed slightly.

"Cut, what's the use of looking good!"

Mo Qianshang put away the lightsaber, stretched out his right hand, and said with a smile.

"Of course it is useful, maybe you can defeat others without fighting!"

Yan Lingxia rolled her eyes, grabbed Mo Qianshang's hand, and got up.

"That man is a man, are you still planning to sacrifice your appearance?"

Mo Qianshang's heart skipped a beat, and he whistled.
"Well, why are you here?"

When Yan Lingxia heard him change the subject, her beautiful eyes looked helpless.

"I came early, and I was caught without passing the customs! You saw it too. These people are weird. I can't help it."

"I see"

It was only at this time that Mo Qianshang suddenly realized.

"So, you know the ins and outs of this matter?"

"Aren't you broken? The so-called rich man named Chen Le, who took people to this cursed place to play a death game, he didn't want to let people get out alive, he just wanted to see the fearful expressions of others , and the joy of killing others. This man is perverted and very scheming. He pretended to please me, until the end when I thought I was going to go out, and then tried to see him. You don't know the situation at that time, I I wish I could kill this man."

Mo Qianshang looked at her exquisite body and nodded.

"It's true that you will be very angry. After all, you, a beautiful woman, have been tricked by someone. But does this mean that your brain has been added to your sword skills and body?"

Yan Lingxia: "..."

fury.

"Mo Qianshang, don't think that you can point and point at me just because you saved me, I'm not easy to mess with!"

Mo Qianshang was about to reply that I am your savior, but in the end his mind was in a daze and he was on the verge of falling.

Yan Lingxia quickly helped him,

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

"I don't know why, I feel a little dizzy!"

Yan Lingxia was stunned for a moment, and quickly grabbed his arm, a black air loomed on his arm.

"No! He's cursing you! We must get there as soon as possible!"

Mo Qianshang shook his head and said doubtfully.

"What curse?"

"Nailhead Seven Swords Book! Have you heard of this vicious magic weapon used to suppress Taoists in the ancient land?"

Mo Qianshang was slightly taken aback,
"Just worship the one on the list of gods, the one that can kill people?"

"Correct!"

"You said I won that one? The myth has reappeared?"

Yan Lingxia was speechless,
"Similarly, I'm just making an analogy. Within half an hour, you must find the person you worshiped, or you will die!"

"Damn it! There's still this situation! Let's go! Let's go down the well quickly! This is too weird!"

"It should be that your blood was taken away, so he can be so accurate! This well is called the well of luck! Go down."

"Lucky well?"

"Didn't you stay for three days?"

Mo Qianshang smiled awkwardly.

"I've only been here for a long time, and it seems that I have made a mess here."

Yan Lingxia: "..."

wry smile.

The two jumped down the well together.

The well didn't look deep, but it was winding and winding, which brought the two of them very close.

Yan Lingxia frowned, just about to speak.

Mo Qianshang preemptively strikes.

"Warning, don't get so close to me, I'm a family man!"

Mo Qianshang spoke righteously, with a divine radiance on his face.

It just so happened that there was a turning point at this time, Yan Lingxia hugged him involuntarily.

Mo Qianshang suddenly turned his head and said seriously.

"I am a man of principles!"

"roll",
Yan Lingxia couldn't bear it, and punched out, but Mo Qianshang lightly dodged his head and avoided it.

Continue to be serious.

"Even if you do something! I won't be responsible!"

Yan Lingxia flushed with anger.

A generation of sword immortals has no sword at this moment, no internal strength, and is powerless against Mo Qianshang, his silver teeth itching with anger.

"Mo Qianshang, that's enough!"

"Oh, is that enough?"

Yan Lingxia: "..."

　The daily update time will resume tomorrow.

　　The last scene of the story here on Friday is over, and we will enter the plot of Li Hanyi and the story of the dark river.

　　The story here is not finished. When I finish writing this book, I will read Jun Youyun carefully, and then come back and rewrite the content of the southern border.

　　I'm sorry, I'm just going to be willful for a while haha.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)