Swordsman of the World

Chapter 146 I Bite You

Mo Xiaolang was a little panicked. The sudden arrival of the four demon cultivators gave him too much pressure. The smell of blood spread in the desert. He yelled fiercely: "I tell you, my brother is very powerful. Dare to move me to try."

"Move you, I will move you." The white-faced demon cultivator suddenly stretched out his hand, turned into a big hand with devilish energy, and slapped him from afar.

Mo Xiaolang hastily raised his sword to resist, and with a bang, he was thrown flying.

"Great Sword Master Late Stage!!" Mo Xiaolang endured the attack and felt the aura released by the opponent, it was so strong.

"Ah, hahaha." The white-faced demon cultivator laughed proudly: "You still have some vision, hand over your waist bag, and send out the sword fetus on your own initiative, and I will give you a happy feeling without any pain."

Mo Xiaolang panicked and hurriedly took out a Thousand Miles Escape Talisman, wanting to escape.

But the other party had long been on guard against his move, and the big hand transformed by the devilish energy swept away again.

Pfft, Mo Xiaolang was shot flying and rolled on the sandy ground, ouch, ouch, the Thousand Miles Dungeon Talisman was thrown to nowhere.

The white-faced demon cultivator waved his black-sleeved robe, and said, "I don't know how to live or die, I don't want to play anymore, you two go kill him and torture him."

The other two demon cultivators responded immediately: "Understood the young master."

Mo Xiaolang saw two ruthless demon cultivators flanking him, both of whom were at the early stage of being a great swordsman, he gritted his teeth and decided to fight.

I saw him turning over and jumping, sweeping the horizontal sword, the demonic flames billowed, the epee had no front, and swept over majesticly.

But these demon cultivators seem to be very experienced, they jumped lightly, slapped his epee with one hand, and dodged gracefully!
Mo Xiaolang raised his eyebrows, and inexplicably remembered what Yang Dong taught him this morning: "There are so many absolute things in life and death fights?"

I always thought that my absolute strength could completely destroy the opponent, but today I suddenly realized that if the heavy martial arts sword spirit missed the opponent, it seemed useless.

Bang bang bang, after being approached by two demon cultivators, the opponent was useless even with a sword, so he used his palm instead of a sword, hit Mo Xiaolang's heart veins, meridians, and Zifu sword fetus, and beat him to death. Step back.

At the same time, Mo Xiaolang discovered that his sword fetus was instantly sealed!
He can't use any power.

One of the demon cultivators said in surprise: "Heh heh heh, this kid is a sword soul of heavy martial arts, but has a magic flame. What's going on? Is it a mutant sword soul?"

The other took out a black bowl, and said expressionlessly: "I have absorbed the sword embryo and gave it to the young master. Why do you ask so much?"

Mo Xiaolang's eyes revealed fear, and he suddenly realized that the magic cultivator of the sword master level he met a few months ago was really too weak, and these three in front of him were the real masters!
From the swordsman to the great swordsman, he realized that he was so wrong before, thinking that he could compete with the same level, but in fact he was not stable at all.

The black bowl is a spiritual weapon for forcibly absorbing the sword fetus of the great sword master. Mo Xiaolang's sword fetus was sealed and he could not escape. He gradually turned from panic to despair.

Looking at the black night sky, before Mo Xiaolang died, he thought of Yang Dong.

He remembered that Yang Dong rescued him from the sea, and he clamored for him to teach him skills, become stronger, and take revenge.

And that Yang Dong waved his fingers and said, "Don't you want to learn ground-level sword skills? But you can't even hold a sword that weighs hundreds of catties, so what should you learn? I mean, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold, understand? "

Mo Xiaolang seemed to understand, but nodded foolishly.

Now he finally understands that he is an inflated balloon, puffy.

I have power, but I can't control it freely, after all, I am not someone's opponent.

He closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

But death did not arrive as expected, instead, the sound of flutes was heard.

These voices are all too familiar, it is Yang Dong's Mu Xiao, in the dark night, under the bright moonlight, he is walking on the yellow sand, approaching in an erratic figure.

But under the melodious sound of the flute, the powerful momentum was enough to deter the four demon cultivators.

"Who is here?" the white-faced demon cultivator asked arrogantly.

Yang Dong first glanced at Mo Xiaolang who was knocked to the ground, then at the female cultivator with a severed hand who escaped today, and then at the young great sword master in his twenties in the middle.

The demonic energy surged all over his body, which made people very uncomfortable.

"White Bone Dao Palace, Yang Dong." Yang Dong simply reported his name.

"Pfft, Bone Dao Palace? Hahaha, that little sect." The white-faced demon cultivator couldn't help laughing on the spot: "That little sect came out, dare to pretend, haha, woo, hahaha, let me laugh for a while , this kid is also from your sect? Hahaha, no wonder he is like a weak chicken, hahaha."

Yang Dong was not annoyed, he smiled lightly, then slowly drew out the Star Sword, and pointed at the white-faced demon cultivator.

Finger of nothingness!
hum!
The silent and void sword aura, originating from the power of the stars in the universe, suddenly pierced through the body of this young master in the dark night.

A blood hole was stabbed directly in his chest.

"Hahaha, this Sabi is still pointing his sword at me, haha...uh, ahhh!!" The white-faced Moxiu smiled, and suddenly felt severe pain in his body, his whole body twitched, and he couldn't breathe.

With all the strength dissipated, he screamed in pain, so shrill in the dark night sky.

"Ahhh!" The alluring female cultivator who lost her hand was also terrified, because she was standing behind, a hole was opened in the demon cultivator's body, what kind of plasma internal organs were all sprinkled on her face, shocked by Yang Dong's sword skills, It was so terrifying.

"Young master!!" The two demon cultivators who had caught Mo Xiaolang were taken aback. Why was the young master suddenly injured?Didn't even have time to activate the body protector?

Why didn't it start?The magic weapon for body protection is usually triggered automatically when it is attacked by sword energy. Didn't the light of the magic weapon for body protection shatter just now activate?
The two demon cultivators rushed back, gave the young master what to do, and then casually killed the stunned alluring female cultivator with a sword. Her frightened head was flying in the air, and her bones rolled on the ground.

Yang Dong grinned ferociously, moved his feet, and rushed up.

He stared eagle-eyed, and the two demon cultivators, who were not injured, were shocked and immediately fought back with their spiritual thoughts.

Swish, a heat wave suddenly appeared in the air. It was the collision of sword intents transformed by divine thoughts. Because they were equal, this special air wave was generated out of thin air, forcing the two sides to distance themselves.

"Tsk, he's a master." Yang Dong frowned, he didn't have a good advantage in the attack of divine sense.

The only thing left is to sacrifice the flying sword with both hands and fight for sword skills.

Ding ding ding, the shadow of the sword is dancing in the dark night, Yang Dong is one-on-two without losing the wind.

With a sword in the left hand, the sword is full of power and overwhelming.

The domineering swordsmanship of the right hand, opening and closing, unexpectedly took the lead.

The two swords were left and right, but Yang Dong was able to control them freely, and formed an oppressive sword net. The vertical and horizontal sword energy of the stars forced the two demon cultivators out of breath.

"When did the Bone Dao Palace produce a master swordsman who cultivated the power of the stars?" Both demon cultivators had the same question at this time.

The two of them had no intention of fighting, so they separated one to block Yang Dong, and the other fled holding the young master, and took them back to see if they could be saved.

Fiercely, Mo Xiu struggled with the wound pierced through Yang Dong's abdomen with a sword, and threw a sword energy towards Mo Xiaolang who was on the ground in the distance.

If Yang Dong chases forward, then Mo Xiaolang will die, if Yang Dong goes back to save Mo Xiaolang, then Moxiu will be injured and run away.

Without hesitation, Yang Dong immediately sacrificed the Thunder Escape Talisman, and with a whoosh, he came in front of Mo Xiaolang, with his long sword in his chest, withstood Moxiu's blow and saved Mo Xiaolang.

After the battle, the two demon cultivators immediately turned into a puff of black smoke and fled. How could Yang Dong allow them to escape?

Immediately sacrificed the Thunder Escape Talisman to catch up, and followed closely behind.

It has to be said that the escape methods of those two demon cultivators are very clever and their speed is very fast. It took a long time for the Thunder Escape Talisman to catch up.

Whoosh, in the smoke of the demonic energy, a demonic skull jumped out, opened its mouth wide and bit it.

Yang Dong's Xingchen sword swept away, and with a splash, the entire skull and demon head was chopped into pieces.

"Ah!" A scream came from the black mist, obviously hurting a certain demon cultivator, only to hear a voice from the black mist: "Friend, stay on the line in everything, I really want to see you in the future."

Yang Dong snorted disdainfully at the corner of his mouth.

Finger of nothingness!
Hum, the silent sword energy condensed and compressed again, and the sword intent burst out, turning into a looming sword shadow, chasing the three fleeing magicians without any deviation.

Bang, there was a huge earthquake in the desert, and the three magicians were shot down one after another.

One by one, Yang Dong stabbed their sword fetuses with one sword. After talking, he brought the three demon cultivators back to where they were just now.

Pa, Yang Dong threw the three magicians in front of Mo Xiaolang.

Mo Xiaolang was taken aback, wondering what Yang Dong was doing, Yang Dong pointed at their wrists.

It was only then that Mo Xiaolang discovered that these people had tattoos on their wrists, which happened to be the jade pendant tattoos of the demon cultivator who killed Mo Xiaolang's family.

Obviously, Yang Dong deliberately left it to him to do it.

Mo Xiaolang's eyes were red, he picked up the flying sword, one by one, and killed all three.

Pfft, Mo Xiaolang sat on the ground and asked blankly, "Why did you follow me?"

"You haven't given me a choice yet." Yang Dong took out the jade pendant again and asked, "Where's your answer?"

Mo Xiaolang snorted angrily: "I won't choose, I've thought about it, you have no right to kill my parents, and what can you prove with the jade pendant? Does it prove that the magic cultivator behind the scenes must be your relative? A jade pendant It proves nothing."

"Hehe, you kid can also use your brain." Yang Dong put away the jade pendant with a smile, and said: "Let me tell you something, this jade pendant is not mine, I was joking with you before, I have nothing to do with Moxiu. "

"What! You!" Mo Xiaolang was stunned, feeling bad all over, his innocent young heart was deeply malicious and hurt from Yang Dong.

His mind went blank, he suffered all night and suffered mental torture, and in the end you said it was a fucking joke?

"Fuck! You bastard." Mo Xiaolang yelled, so angry, he jumped on him and fought Yang Dong desperately.

"You really are playing tricks on me, I want ****." Mo Xiaolang yelled and rushed forward, Yang Dongbai gave him a look, the sword fetus was sealed, what can he do?Kicked away.

"Oh." Yang Dong felt a pain in his arm and looked down. The boy rushed forward and bit himself. Yang Dong groaned strangely: "What are you doing?"

Mo Xiaolang said murderously: "Although my sword fetus is sealed, I still want to bite you bitch to death."

"Ah, bite, bite, don't bite down, oops~ah~oh~#@!@#"

Underneath the desert at night, a certain two men are entangled.

(End of this chapter)