Demons and witches dominate the rivers and lakes

Chapter 1
early morning.

In the dense woods, the sun breaks through the morning mist, reflecting a hazy light.

On the towering tree, Mo Yang leaned against the trunk to rest, suddenly disturbed by the sound of fighting in the distance, he couldn't help frowning, and opened his tired eyes.

"He is already at the end of his strength, let's kill him now!" A man with a hideous face said eccentrically.

Several men in strange clothes besieged an elder about 50 years old.

The elder has an intimidating aura, even in the face of a big enemy and at a disadvantage, he is still calm and calm. He is obviously a little powerless, his face is pale, he must have been seriously injured.

The people under the tree are fighting to the death, and the people on the tree are leisurely, watching a play.

The battle turned sharply, a burly man threw white powder, blocking the elder's sight, another rogue-eyed man slashed at the elder, and the elder was in danger.

At the very moment, a branch came out of nowhere, piercing the palm of the sneak attacking man, accompanied by a scream...

"Ah! Who? Which villain sneaked up on me?! Come out!" The roe-headed mouse's eyes were covered with blood, and it screamed in pain.

The fight stopped, and following the direction the branches came from, they found someone on the tree.

A man in a black robe wearing a silver mask sits on a tall tree branch, leaning leisurely against the tree trunk, his posture is full of beauty, elegance and mystery.

That kind of demeanor is heart-wrenching.

"Your Excellency, please don't meddle in your own business!" Unable to figure out the details of the other party, the burly man did not dare to be brave.

The person on the tree didn't speak, but squinted his eyes, a little displeased, it was too noisy.

A few people were ignored, and couldn't help but fly into a rage.

The burly man winked, and suddenly, several swords stabbed at the tree.

Mo Yang was a little impatient, what kind of world is this?Nowhere is safe.

When a cold sword was about to reach Mo Yang, his squinted eyes suddenly opened.

The black figure moved slightly, the slender hand turned around, and in a blink of an eye, the white jade-like hand had already grabbed the sword.

Before everyone could see what was going on, the sword was already on the neck of the comer.

The man clinging to the branch was stunned, with the wind blowing on his neck, deeply feeling that death was only a moment away from him.

Mo Yang had no intention of killing people, kicked the man off the tree, even threw his sword down the tree, and said a word coldly: "Get lost."

The man fell to the ground with a bang, didn't even pick up the sword, and ran to his companion as if fleeing for his life.

He lost before a move was made, and he knew very well that some people couldn't be messed with.

(End of this chapter)