Lin Konghun, a man like a dragon, came and went suddenly, with his hands full of force, he blasted the two Beihuan soldiers and their horses to death until their muscles and bones were broken. He immediately lifted them around the waists of Xu Huanchen and Xu Huanchen, as if they were carrying them.

Like two light and weightless cloth bags, they jumped back onto the horse again.

When Mo Zhi saw that although Lin Konghun had just recovered from the poisoning, he showed such strength in his body movements, which was really unparalleled in this world, and he cheered greatly in his heart. Lin Konghun threw Xu Huanchen on the back of the thin horse and shouted: "

It’s not suitable to stay here for long, let’s leave quickly!”

Mo Zhi nodded, seeing that at this moment in the sunset, the two teams were fighting and mixed together, and they were already inseparable. Just as he was about to leave, he heard an extremely angry shout: "You little bastard, it's you again.

you!"

Looking around, I saw the person with a white face and a detailed face. It was Mo Xidong. He had not inspected anything else during the banquet in Qinyang City before, so he had never seen Mo Zhi. Then the banquet was disrupted by the appearance of Lin Konghun.

It became an uproar and almost caused a catastrophic fire. For the Chivalrous Alliance, it was a great shame and humiliation. As he thought about it, he realized that if no one else had secretly made trouble, this dinner would never have become such a laughing stock.

Now when he saw Mo Zhi here, he immediately recalled that when he was trying to show off his power through force in the Yu Xuan Sect, it was this kid who got in the way, causing him to have a bad start and making him very unhappy. At this moment

After contacting everything about the dinner again, I felt that all the logic fit perfectly in an instant. This brat must have followed Yu Xuanzong's orders to cause chaos here secretly and deliberately embarrass the Chivalrous Alliance.

Thinking of this, Mo Xidong's heart was filled with anger, and a sense of resentment lingered uncontrollably. He showed the iron fan. At this moment, his subordinates were not willing to invite him. He only thought about destroying this kid under the fan to relieve his hatred. As for Yu Xuanzong, what would happen to him?

When he was investigated, he just blamed it on the Beihuan Tartars, and he was left innocent, leaving Yu Xuanzong to suffer the consequences of being dumb.

His skill was so high that he was a top-notch player in the world, but when he saw the iron fan shining with a dark light, it struck Mo Zhi in the chest like a ferocious black dragon.

Lin Konghun knew that his move was so powerful that it was difficult for Mo Zhi to resist it, so he rushed forward to help. However, as soon as he moved, four or five Beihuan cavalry had seen him, and he had just killed two of them.

, now whistling and wielding the knife to attack the body, blocking the castration.

Between the electric light and flint, the iron fan has been swept to the door. Mo Zhi has no time to think too much. The long sword is suddenly lying in front of him. However, his skill is still insufficient in comparison. He only heard a local sound and his right arm felt numb.

, the tip of the long sword hangs to the ground, unable to lift it with any strength.

Mo Xidong sneered and said, "I see you have many tricks, but you don't want to be such a idiot!"

Now that he had the upper hand, he was even more incompatible. He pushed forward, using the end of his fan with full force. He struck and struck with great force, using the method of tapping the acupoints in the fan technique. With each move, the shadow of the fan swayed, and the ink was blown.

All thirty-six major acupoints on Zhi's upper body were surrounded by them, making Mo Zhi pay attention to the left side of his head but neglect the right side. He had to abandon his sword and wait for death.

Mo Zhi knew that his martial arts skills were far superior to his own, and he had just suffered a big loss in one blow. At this moment, he did not dare to attack hard. He took a deep breath, raised the sword again, and waved it like a pan in front of him. It was the youngest member of the sect before.

At that time, the "Windless Sword Technique" used by Lu Zhu, this sword move, if it were a foot fight, would be a little sluggish, and the waist below would be the location of the life gate. But at this moment, both of them were on horseback, Mo.

Xidong was determined to be unable to suddenly attack the lower plate, so Mo Zhi swung his sword to block, and actually blocked several moves with a crackling sound.

Mo Xidong was full of plans in his mind. He would first attack fiercely to exhaust Mo Zhi's strength, and then use his capture skills to catch him. Then all kinds of punishments would be endless.

But Mo Xidong only knew that Mo Zhi's skill was not worth mentioning at the moment, but he underestimated the magic of Yu Xuanzong's swordsmanship. With Mo Zhi's current level of cultivation, it would be impossible to say he could win in a gambling fight, but if he made up his mind

If you specialize in defense, you may not be able to easily detect Shu Yu.

At that moment, a long sword danced like an ice wheel across the sky, rustling in the wind, and it could be said that it was watertight. At first, Mo Xidong's iron fan could control all the acupoints on Mo Zhi's body, but at this moment, he could no longer penetrate the sword net.

, although it had the upper hand on the scene, it actually stagnated.

Mo Zhi's mind was enlightened, and since he knew that his skills were weak, he came up with a way to practice by fighting. He had this intention since he first entered the border and fought against the Beihuan cavalry. Every time the battle ended, he would carefully review the battle.

The short and medium are good and bad. After the battle with Meng Zhan, Mo Zhi's understanding of the way of swordsmanship has improved greatly compared to when he came down the mountain. While his luck retreated sharply, he observed the origin of Mo Xidong's fan method and looked at it continuously.

After more than a dozen moves, he found several omissions.

Immediately, the long sword swung out, with a sharp clang, and stabbed towards Mo Xidong's left armpit. Mo Xidong then struck with a horizontal fan, and was about to retaliate when he saw a silver light suddenly flashing forward.

The hit was on the armpit where he was completely defenseless at the moment.

This omission is a hidden flaw that has been inherent in his fan skills for many years, and he has never been able to come up with a good way to make up for it. However, he did not expect that he would fight against dozens of masters, and today a childish person would see it and use it to fight back. This is how he ended up.

Wu Xian felt ashamed and quickly dodged sideways. Although Mo Zhi's sword was empty, he saw Mo Xidong dodge in a panic and almost fell off his horse. He couldn't help laughing out loud.

Mo Xidong saw Mo Zhi laughing continuously and knew that he was sarcastic. However, after all, he was more experienced and knew that although Mo Zhi got a lucky break, his martial arts achievements were still far behind. He only had to concentrate on dealing with it, and he would definitely

Winnable.

At the moment, he suppressed his mind and reorganized the Iron Fan offensive. The gray-black light gradually suppressed the brilliance of Mo Zhi's sword again.

At this moment, the pressure on Mo Zhi's sword became heavier and heavier, and the shadow in front of his eyes was the black iron fan fanning the wind. Mo Xidong learned the lesson just now and would not use 100% of his strength everywhere. The sleeves of his robe were long, and it was extremely difficult to guess whether it was light or heavy.

It is often used to chop with force, but it is as light as a feather. If you turn it lightly with your hand, its power can break stones.

This kind of cultivation is what Mo Zhi can hardly resist now. After five consecutive moves, Mo Xidong shouted loudly, and the iron fan advanced straight forward, hitting the sword body. The force was so heavy,

Mo Zhi's whole forearm felt sore and numb, and then Mo Xidong moved his fingers, and the iron fan unfolded, and the long sword in Mo Zhi's hand almost made an inaudible crisp sound, and was stopped at the waist.

Cut off.

It turns out that the edge of the iron fan was made as thin as a cicada's wing like a sharp dagger blade, which can be used to divide gold. The long sword used by Mo Zhi was nothing but ordinary iron. It had been overwhelmed by successive attacks before, and now it was time to pick up Mo Xi.

Two heavy blows from the east were immediately cut into two pieces.

"not good!"

As soon as Mo Zhi lost his long sword, he knew that he was no longer an enemy, so he tightened the reins and tried to retreat. But at this moment, the yellow-skinned and skinny horse snorted violently, with a look of contempt in his eyes. Mo Zhi shouted anxiously: "

Brother Ma, Brother Ma, I can't beat him, if you don't run away, you will be roasted into jerky!"

Unexpectedly, the yellow-skinned horse suddenly neighed loudly, stood upright, raised its front hooves in the air, and suddenly stepped down!

Although its muscles and bones were thin, it still weighed hundreds of kilograms. The force of this hoof was no less than a hundred kilograms. The skinny horse roared angrily, like a giant hammer hitting its head. Mo Xidong was shocked by this sudden change.

De's eyes widened, seeing that the iron hoof was really powerful and unstoppable. He used his body skills to abandon his horse and leap back. The poor horse he was riding was in vain, but was stepped on top of the head by a hoof of the yellow-skinned horse. There was a crunching sound of flesh and blood.

His head and neck were trampled to pieces, and he died immediately.

"Brother Ma, it turns out you saved me!"

Although Mo Zhi was shocked and overjoyed, the yellow-skinned horse accidentally trampled the same kind of horse to death. At this moment, it raised its head and hissed in grief, and its breaths seemed to be howling together. When Mo Zhi heard it, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart: "Between animals.

Why do people slander each other when there is still compassion for the same race?"

The yellow-skinned horses screamed in agony, which can be said to be heart-wrenching. The Beihuan people had always been nomadic in the Gobi Desert, fighting horses and being friends with them. They recognized the sadness in the neighing, and stopped their weapons one after another and shed tears.

Suddenly, the yellow-skinned horse galloped wildly, as if it had fallen into madness, and swept towards the desert outside the pass. It only showed how powerful its legs were when it ran wildly. At this moment, it ran wildly, and the sound of hoofs sounded like

thunder.

Mo Zhi heard the violent wind rising in his ears, and the wind and sand in his vision were confused. He hurriedly pulled the reins, but his arms had just fought hard and their strength was greatly weakened. Moreover, the yellow-skinned horse had already lost fear, and it was impossible to pull it.

Suddenly, this man and his horse ran out of the border in an instant. In an instant, there was only a black dot left, disappearing from everyone's eyes.

Lin Konghun had only thought that this thin yellow-skinned horse was very difficult to tame, but he never thought that his foot power could be so fast, almost as good as his own good horse. He immediately took advantage of the surrounding Beihuan cavalry who did not react, and beat the horse towards the outside of the pass.

Chased him.

He jumped out of the gate on horseback and walked for a long time without seeing anyone. The desert was windy and sandy, and the footprints and hoof marks were fleeting. At this moment, there was no trace of Mo Zhi. He saw the vastness of the desert and didn't know where he was going.

I didn't know how to deal with it until now. I felt very anxious in my heart. I kept shouting and shouting. I could only hear the sound spreading far away, but then fell into a deep silence. Where was the slightest sound of response?

He turned around and saw a strong man carrying on his horse. His breathing was weak, his face was pale and haggard, and there was a huge wound on his back. It was obvious that the injury was quite deep, but at this moment he actually woke up leisurely.

Looking at him with puzzled eyes, it was Hou Changming who luckily escaped with his life.

"You...who are you..."

Lin Konghun looked at the blood-stained linen clothes on his body, sighed, and said: "I am a person of the devil, but I want to save you. There are fellow sects of your chivalrous alliance in the pass, but they are killing people right now. Come with me."

It's better to find them, you can decide on your own."
Chapter completed!