Liu Xuande would never be a succubus of the Eastern Han Dynasty!

As long as this bottom line is exceeded, Liu Bei will regard the person as "non-human" and will do anything to achieve his goal.

This is a ruthlessness hidden beneath the surface of character.

The great Mohist master knew that a person with ruthlessness could conquer the world, and a person with a character like Liu Bei could rule the world, but he possessed both qualities at the same time, and was neither extremely ruthless nor extremely gentle, but achieved a certain balance.

If such a terrible person really becomes successful in the future, will there be anyone in this world who can stop him?

No, he has made his fortune.

Although the Mohist leader was becoming increasingly crazy, her remaining rationality told her that if she did not use her trump card, the Mohist plan would be doomed to failure once Liu Bei came ashore.

My mentor will never come back.

The world of great harmony will also come to an end.

“…This is the path I chose.”

The Mohist master slowly said, "Before I reach the end, before my 'Tao' is realized, I... a Mohist, must not fall!"

"Even if I have to suffer eternal torture for this, I will not hesitate."

Her eyes lit up again, and then two rays of light with destructive intent streaked across the night sky and headed towards Liu Bei's forehead.

Mohist Chapter: Chapter 55: Xuande is in trouble, three women come to rescue him

"What a tricky guy..."

After Liu Bei realized the intention of the Mohist master, he quickly turned his head to avoid the attack.

"First, you're immortal, then you can shoot light from your eyes, and you even have a desire for the world... Could it be that you're the alter ego of a certain blond vampire?"

“…It’s just a matter of words.”

Although the Mohist master missed his attack, there was no disappointment in his eyes. Instead, there were many sneers on his face.

Wait, could it be that the attack just now was...

Liu Bei suddenly turned around and looked at the sky - the two rays of light cut through the night sky, leaving behind brilliant traces.

At the same time, the twelve floating boats managed by the Mohist disciples turned towards Liu Bei at the same time.

The two sides of the bow moved slightly, and then cold iron objects like gun barrels extended out.

"Shelling?!"

Liu Bei's pupils shrank slightly, and his feet instantly accelerated and ran forward.

The time-stop ability can be used twice.

But in this short period of time, he had no confidence that he could cut off all the floating ships in an instant while capturing the Mohist leader.

Moreover, if it was really a cannonball, even if the Mohist master was protected in front of him, he would be easily affected by the cannon fodder.

Therefore, the best choice at the moment must be to move away immediately!

No matter how high the Mohist technology reaches, it is impossible to reach an area of 100 miles due to the constraints of the times.

Thinking of this, Liu Bei instantly activated his time-stopping ability, then ran forward for more than a thousand meters in one breath, and then ran forward for several hundred meters after finishing.

I thought this distance was completely sufficient.

But unexpectedly, the Mohist's fangs were revealed at this time.

"Ow—"

The blood on the deck began to flow back, and then countless figures of Mohist disciples stood at the bow. They lined up and drilled into the gun barrel one after another.

And then—bang!

A blurry shell shot out from the barrel, with blue flames burning around it, and hit Liu Bei at an extremely fast speed.

"Click——"

In a flash, Liu Bei quickly drew his sword from its sheath, then used the Gan Jiang and Mo Ye swords as a "baseball" and hit the shells with his backhand.

"boom!"

The shells fell into the sea, creating huge red waves, and then the corpses and dead fish floated to the surface.

"Use people as bullets, use blood as bait..."

Liu Bei keenly sensed the life force of the cannonball and flew into a rage, "You actually turned your disciple into a mechanical puppet!"

"Haha, this is definitely not a mechanical puppet, this is the way of universal love—"

The Mohist master seemed to have torn off the false facade of calm, revealing an extremely frantic expression. He shouted loudly: "Forge eternal peace with flesh and blood!"

At the same time, the eighth human bomb whizzed in.

This time it was a little girl with a pigtail. Her pupils were replaced by fragments of the armillary sphere, reflecting colorful light in the artillery fire, and her face showed pain.

It was at this moment that Liu Bei suddenly realized.

These "bombs" are not the disciples of the Mohist School, but... the remaining survivors in Haiyan County.

"..."

The tip of Liu Bei's sword was suspended three inches between her eyebrows, and he stopped the chopping motion abruptly.

At this instant, the girl's chest suddenly split open, and three hundred poison-tempered copper needles burst out like a rainstorm.

When Liu Bei retreated quickly, his left shoulder was pierced, and in almost the blink of an eye, his left shoulder turned dark green.

"Liu Xuande, remember, it wasn't me and the Mo family who defeated you, but you yourself!"

"Lots of nonsense."

Liu Bei ignored his own wounds and then did something that made the Mohist leader look astonished - he actually took the initiative to run towards the floating boat!

Is he crazy? Or has he lost his mind?!

No one knew what Liu Bei was thinking during that quarter of an hour. They just saw him casually throwing the Mohist master into the sea, while he continued to accelerate forward.

"Bombardment!"

The twelve floating ships led by Mozhe had finally cooled down at this time. When they were about to fire the second batch of shells, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred.

Everything lost its color and everything was still.

Although this was the final timeout, and although he wasn't sure of winning, but...

Someone always does it.

Liu Bei walked to the bow of the ship without saying a word, swung his sword without hesitation to cut off the gun barrel, and then went to the next ship to cut off the gun barrel, and did so several times in succession.

Until he reached the last gun barrel, the poison on his shoulder finally took effect, and his movements paused in vain. It was after this brief interval that time began to flow.

boom--

A woman suddenly shot out from the cannon barrel in front of him and hit Liu Bei's chest accurately.

Just before he completely fell into the sea, he barely mustered up his last bit of strength and cut off the last gun barrel!

“…Fool, what a fool…”

The great Mohist scholar witnessed the whole scene. In a trance, the impression of her mentor in her mind gradually overlapped with Liu Bei at this moment.

The teachings I once taught began to ring in my ears.

“Nothing is more precious than righteousness.”

"When the righteous are in power, the world will be governed."

“What you say, you must do.”

"If the world can love each other, nations will not attack each other, families will not cause chaos, there will be no thieves, and rulers, ministers, fathers and sons will all be filial and loving, then the world will be governed."

However, she had long since abandoned these thoughts.

The disciples of the founder of the Mohist school had died thousands of years ago, and what remained were merely puppets who inherited the name of "Great Master".

"Master, as long as I can wake you up... I, I don't mind bearing all the blame."

The words have not yet fallen.

Suddenly, a ray of golden light emerged from the bottom of the sea and shot towards the sky.

Then, the night seemed to break in half.

Countless arrows solidified in the void, and then a somewhat illusory petite figure stepped on a sword with one foot, overlooking everything on the sea.

She was wearing a wide robe with big sleeves, the hem of which hung lightly, like clouds and mist, swaying gently in the breeze, with a sense of simplicity and solemnity.

Her long silver-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, soft and shiny, complementing her beautiful and delicate face.

Her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and her facial features are so delicate that they seem as if they were carved by God with the most delicate brushstrokes.

His expression was cold and indifferent, with a hint of detachment between his brows, and anger hidden in his ruby-like eyes.

The number of arrows behind him gradually increased, from dozens to hundreds, then from hundreds to thousands, and finally stopped at more than ten thousand.

She opened her lips slightly and was about to speak, but she looked towards the sea as if she had sensed something.

The Mohist leader subconsciously followed his gaze and looked forward, his already shocked expression becoming even more astonished.

A small yellow flower carried Liu Bei to the surface.

Then, the little yellow flower continued to expand at a very fast speed, and finally turned into the appearance of a little girl with black hair.

At the same time, a sound was heard from the sky on the other side.

The Mohist giant extended wings from behind and arrived at the battlefield in an instant at the speed of a meteor.

Mohist Canon: Chapter 51: Zuo Ci Becomes Bigger, Confucius Becomes Smaller

"???"

The Mohist master was stunned for a moment.

Didn’t you say you would come alone?

How come so many gods appeared on the battlefield in the blink of an eye?

The one surrounded by arrows in the sky must be Lu Zhi. I heard that this person is very powerful and is the most untouchable among all the holders of the Heavenly Dao fragments.

As for the little girl on the sea... although I have never seen her before, the aura of heaven and earth emanating from her body is not even weaker than that of Lu Zhi, which is quite terrifying.

As for the last person to arrive...Mo Tong?

Why is she here?

Before the Mohist leader could ask any questions, the little girl on the sea suddenly stretched out her hand towards him.

Afterwards, she was sucked in with a whoosh as if she were hit by a hurricane, and then was pinched tightly by white jade fingers.

"Why are you strangling me again? Don't you have any other tricks?"

"How dare you... hurt Brother Xuande!"

An angry voice was then rang out, and then little Zuo Ci's whole body emanated an even more brilliant golden light. In the surprised eyes of everyone, the originally petite little Zuo Ci suddenly grew a few years older, and changed from a little girl to the body of a young girl.

The sea breeze lifted her messy waist-length black hair, and the ends of her hair were stained with cinnabar from somewhere, and fine red mist was thrown out with her movements.

The moon-white Taoist robe, which should have been ethereal, was tied askew, with half of the green jade Si Nan pendant exposed at the collar, and seven copper coin swords were crookedly inserted on the waist belt - two of them were obviously temporarily replaced with sugar-made bamboo sticks.

"You piece of iron!"

Her golden anklet jingled as she stamped her feet, and her sandals, embroidered with the eight trigrams, made rocks thump under her feet. "How dare you touch this immortal's incense pot (Xuan De)!"

Those gilded pupils were burning like a furnace at this moment, and the phoenix tail patterns painted with cinnabar at the corners of the eyes rose up with anger, showing some of the majesty of an ancient auspicious beast.

But the glutinous rice cake residue on his left cheek really ruined the atmosphere - it was the evidence of stealing dinner from the kitchen three quarters of an hour ago.

"???"

Before the Mohist leader could react, Zuo Ci flicked his finger and pulled out the copper coin from his waist, which hit the former's forehead accurately.

Zuo Ci then frowned slightly and said softly, "You may appear to be of the Way of Heaven on the outside, but your inner being is a completely evil demon... and even mixed with some foreign magic?"

"How dare this thing, neither human, nor ghost, nor immortal, harm my incense jar? It really makes me feel sick."

Zuo Ci covered his nose and made an expression as if he had seen the stinkiest thing in the world, his phoenix eyes full of disgust.

"..."