Mo Yixian occupied a table by himself, sipping wine in the private seat of a restaurant in Huajie, which was once stained red with blood last night. The streets were bustling with people, and it was impossible to tell that a massacre had taken place last night. All the corpses were secretly transported away, and the blood was washed away. The street is full of sunshine, but Mo Yixian's state of mind is full of clouds and no rain. He was not disappointed by the unfinished work of last night. After the fiasco of Lang Fanyun's fiasco, he couldn't stand any more blows. No one dared to mention this shameful humiliation in front of him, but he would never pass his own test.

When others looked at him, he always saw the disdain behind it. He Mo Yixian is just a coward who abandoned his friends and fled for his life. The betrayal of Lone Bamboo and the Twelve Travelers was another serious injury to his self-confidence, which made him clearly know that he was not as good as before. He once tried to work hard and practice martial arts subtly, but after a few days of hard work, he gave up.Because he knows very well that with his talent, he can never hope to surpass the waves in this life. So I had to go to the brothel to indulge in sex and wine every night to numb the resentment and anger in my heart.

He really wanted to leave Fang Yeyu, find a place where no one was around, and hide for a year or two, at least wait until after the battle to block the river, and see the result before making a decision. Too bad it doesn't work either. No one knew better than him the dire consequences of losing Fang Yeyu's backer. Over the past ten years, Yu Tan Yingshou has worked hand in hand with each other, really wanting to win the wind, and the rain to win the rain, even he can't figure out how much enmity he has forged. Now that Tan Yingshou is dead, if he leaves Fang Yeyu again, without Gu Zhu and other minions, all the enemies who have been waiting for a long time will never give up the good opportunity to attack and kill him.

Those who hate him bitterly will not know the rules of the world, and will only use whatever means to deal with him. At that time, he will not be able to live a happy life for half a day. You can neither advance nor retreat. Why did he fall into this kind of bad luck? He drank the wine in the glass, stood up dispiritedly, threw down the money for the drink, and walked heavily to the street. The warm sunlight at the end of autumn shone on his fat body.The hustle and bustle on the street has nothing to do with him. Compared with other people, he is in another gloomy world. He had a feeling of not knowing where to go.

At this moment, a warning sign appeared in my heart. At this time, Qi Changzheng was at the table of another restaurant across the street, staring intently through the window at Mo Yixian who was walking down the street. He was able to sit in this chair at this time, which actually used a huge amount of manpower and material resources, and racked his brains. At that time, he looked like a dark and honest traveling businessman, but under Han Bicui's beautiful hands, he turned into another person. The plan that Gu Qianlian came up with was so bold that even Gan Luo was moved by it. After they analyzed the situation to him, she rolled her eyes and came up with a series of poisonous tricks to deal with the enemy.

The first step is to find a master of the enemy and assassinate him. Lao Jie immediately mobilized the reconnaissance forces still inside and outside Changsha Mansion, and finally selected Mo Yixian as his opponent. Now Qi Changzheng is here to carry out the mission. Mo Yixian on the street stopped, and the small eyes on the fat face that were squinted into two lines lit up, looking at him. Qi Changzheng knew that the other party sensed the deep hatred in his eyes, and secretly praised him, let out a long cry, came out through the window, and landed in the middle of the street, lightly raised his long knife and laughed loudly: "Qi Changzheng from the Angry Jiao Gang is here, next year Today is the anniversary of your death."

"Web! Web!" In the sound of footsteps, he rushed towards the opponent. "Xi!" Mo Yixian chuckled and flashed out his iron fan. Although he looked calm on the outside, he was vigilant in his heart, carefully checking if there were still masters like Feng Xinglie and Qianluo lying around. Secretly groaning. Mrs. Zhen and a group of masters chased him out of the city long ago, and now he is isolated and helpless, not to mention this kind of life-and-death decisive battle in front of him, the winner can be determined with a few moves, and he can't help but think of retreating.

Pedestrians around were so frightened that they retreated into the shops on both sides. Even the nearby officials heard that Qi Changzheng and Mo Yixian were the ones doing the fighting, and hid faster than anyone else, let alone came to interfere. Qi Changzheng's face became surprisingly calm, his eyes pierced into Mo Yixian's eyes like two sharp arrows, and the heavenly soldier's sword emitted an incomparably fierce and murderous aura, and swept away towards the opponent, his whole body was unclothed without wind, hunting Make noon.The mighty appearance is just like the Vajra Conquering Demon in front of the Buddha.

Mo Yixian knew that he was guilty and timid, and it was difficult to overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum. With a short whistle, he shook the iron fan in his hand, forming more than ten fan shadows, spreading out, blocking all the opponent's approach. His thirteen swings are feminine and vicious, and he rarely attacks hard.He specializes in the technique of sticking and sticking. As long as the enemy soldiers are entangled with him, it is absolutely difficult to launch an offensive.At that time, as long as the zhenqi is a little weak, he will break open the gap and attack from every opening, which is more difficult to deal with than the ferocious tactics, very powerful, otherwise he will not be able to become a master of the black list.

So from the very beginning, he forced Qi Changzheng into a close fight. Qi Changzheng was unafraid, he flicked the long knife in his hand, and slashed obliquely into the shadow of the enemy's fan. The sound of the long saber chopping the wind was clearly heard by people hiding their tails in the street to watch the battle. It can be seen that this saber is really full of powerful energy. Mo Yixian saw that the opponent's left hand knife was exquisite and exquisite, and watched his own slash towards his left shoulder. Although he was awe-inspiring, he didn't panic. He believed that his skill was stronger than the opponent's, so he hurriedly used all his strength to prepare for a tough fight. The enemy sword, at the same time, made up his mind that once the opponent is forced to retreat, he will run away immediately before the opponent's people in the dark rush out, so as not to let the opponent form a siege situation.

With a sneer, the fan dispersed, the iron fan folded, and pointed at the opponent's blade like lightning. Qi Changzheng, as if he had predicted this move, laughed, the light of the saber disappeared in a flash, went around to the dead corner on Mo Yixian's left side, and slashed his fat waist with the saber in a brilliant way. Mo Yixian never imagined that such a fierce knife would be withdrawn halfway into another strange move. The knife still enveloped him tightly, and it was a pattern of entanglement. complain.With a wave of the iron fan, there was a stern sound of wind, sweeping first, and then smashing straight, all of them were relentless attacks, changing softness into hard blows, extremely powerful. Qi Changzheng's sword and arrow soared, hesitating and changing in the shadow of the enemy's fan. The ringing of gold and iron can be heard endlessly. Qi Changzheng couldn't stop retreating, it seemed that he was at a disadvantage, only Mo Yixian was in a bad mood, he thought that this round of fierce attack would definitely force the opponent into chaos, so he could take advantage of the momentum and retreat. Unexpectedly, the opponent retreated without chaos, and every knife still left behind.When his momentum weakened a bit, Han immediately counterattacked under the ebb and flow of this one.In other words, if Mo Yixian couldn't kill the enemy in one fell swoop, the opponent would counterattack sooner or later. Under normal circumstances, Mo Yixian can change to a defensive position, deal with the enemy's counterattack, and then reorganize the offensive, but at this moment when the enemy will join the ambush, he must not allow this to happen, because Under the enemy's main attack, it is even more difficult for him to escape, so he can only maintain the current strong attack, hoping that the enemy will not be able to withstand it. In other words, Mo Yixian was riding on the back of a tiger. Even if the true essence is exhausted, he still has to endure like this. For a while, the shadow of the fan was rolling endlessly in the middle of the street. Qi Changzheng's left-handed saber is more mature than before, vicious and cunning, although he still can't hold back, he doesn't show signs of it at all, and he is still looking for flaws to target the opponent's violent attack like mercury pouring down the ground. In the blink of an eye, they fought for nearly thirty moves, and the situation was extremely dangerous. Even the people watching the battle on the street could see that if either side made a slight mistake, it would be a miserable end with blood spattering and death. Mo Yixian yelled wildly, and performed an exquisite move in Thirteen Shakes, using the iron fan to open and close, the energy emitted broke into the opponent's saber. Qi Changzheng secretly screamed loudly, and retreated quickly. Mo Yixian used all her skills to get the gap to escape, so she dared not hesitate to chase after him like a shadow. With just this one move, one can tell that Mo Yixian is worthy of being a black-listed master who has experienced many battles. If he moves sideways to the left or right, or retreats to the rear, he will not escape the fate of being intercepted.The best strategy is to take advantage of the situation and break through Qi Changzheng's gap. Maybe you can take advantage of the situation and injure Qi Changzheng, which would be even more ideal. Qi Changzheng let out a long roar, changed his retreat to advance, and attacked Mo Yixian with a single blow, which was a style of attack that disregarded himself and died together. Mo Yixian is absolutely sure to kill Qi Changzheng, but he will inevitably be seriously injured.In such an environment where powerful enemies are secretly watching, it is no different from death, it is only a matter of time. At the moment when the verdict of life and death was in front of him, Mo Yixian showed his instinct of greed for life and fear of death, shouted wildly, moved aside abruptly, changed from attack to defense, and lost all his advantages. Qi Changzheng's saber power has been suppressed for a long time, and when he got this good opportunity, he immediately turned to prosperity, sweeping past like a mighty Yangtze River. At the same time, Feng Xing, who was dressed as a tall old man, stabbed down from the roof like lightning, and the Zhang Er red gun turned into a red glow, and stabbed at Mo Yixian's fat waist and back, with perfect timing, angle and strength. Tiancheng, without the slightest deviation. Mo Yixian collected his mind, twisted his side and fat waist, and with a surge of energy, the iron fan shot out two fan bones respectively, and shot towards the two of them.You must know that in order to escape for his life, he was forced to attack the enemy with a strong hand, which is really a last resort, and the yang energy advances fast, unlike the yin energy, which is weak in the back, so when he is forced down, he is at a disadvantage, but Feng Xinglie chooses this terrible Sneak attack at any time, why not save him? Even the secret trick of pressing the bottom of the box is also displayed. At this time, behind him was a store of gold and stone cultural relics, which was crowded with passers-by watching the battle. As long as the two fan bones could slow down the attack of the two young enemies, he could crash into the crowd and escape at that time. The chances will be greatly increased, otherwise it will be blood spattered on the spot. Qi Feng and the two couldn't understand the situation, shouted at the same time, and each performed a "unloading" tactic to open the fan bones, but their figures finally slowed down. Mo Yixian was overjoyed, the pressure was relieved, and he retreated quickly. Feng Xinglie let out a wild shout, and sent both hands away, he used the "fake appearance" of the three spear throwing techniques in "Liaoyuan Hundred Strikes", the red spear turned into a bolt of lightning, and caught up with Mo Yixian. Mo Yixian didn't expect him to make such a move, so he had no choice but to slash at the tip of the spear with his palm, and the iron fan in the other hand swept towards Qi Changzheng's sword of heavenly soldiers. Fame is not a fluke, in the life-and-death struggle, Mo Yixian's response and ruthlessness all showed the demeanor of a generation of black list masters. "Snapped!" The edge of Mo Yixian's palm was cut at the point of the gun, and his soul was instantly dissipated. It turned out that the palm touched was chaotic and weak, and the red gun hall's hand fell to the ground.It turns out that this trick of "having a certain appearance" is really just a bluff, it is one of Li Ruohai's ingenious tricks, just looking at the speed and momentum, listening to the sound of piercing through the air, anyone would believe that this spear is full of strength, so he went all out Blocking, just like the mistake Mo Yixian made now. Mo Yixian used the wrong strength and almost fell sideways to Feng Xinglie's side. After a stagger, he brought his hand back, and his inner strength also went back against the current, and immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood. Qi Changzheng's knife had just struck the fan. Mo Yixian's iron fan, which had never been missed for forty years, flung away. Feng Xinglie fled to the other side, and punched the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest. Mo Yixian yelled wildly, moved his shoulder, and blocked his punch, and flicked his other finger on the body of Qi Changzheng's sword of Heavenly Soldiers. The sound of shattering shoulder blades resounded immediately. At this time, the three of them were fighting close to each other, and the heavenly weapon sword could not be unfurled, Qi Changzheng snorted coldly, and slammed his elbow into Mo Yixian's side. Feng Xinglie stretched out two fingers and thrust them into his eyes, making sure that he could not clearly see Qi Changzheng's attack. At this time of life and death, there was no time to think, Mo Yixian left fist slammed into the waist and abdomen, and slapped Qi Changzheng's elbow with the other palm, and at the same time flew back. "Peng!" Feng Xinglie's hand that was attacking his eye changed to a downward cut, and fought hard with his deadly fist. Qi Changzheng's elbow was also hit by him. Feng Qi and the two were shocked, and they took half a step back. Mo Yixian let out a long laugh, flew back in the air, and saw that he hid in the shop behind him, a red light flew up from the ground, caught up with Mo Yixian like lightning, and pierced through his chest. It turned out that Feng Xinglie used the extremely weird "Fengsheng on the Flat Ground" in the "Thirty Strikes" of Liaoyuan marksmanship. Shoot diagonally and hit the enemy. Back then Li Ruohai taught Feng Xinglie this footwork, and he practiced it for three months just the basic skills, which shows how difficult it is, but today it finally achieved results. The red gun flew out from behind with a rain of blood, and stuck on the stone ground in front, the end of the gun was still shaking. The frightened people backed away in horror, in a state of confusion. Blood spurted from Mo Yixian's eyes, ears, and mouth, and he fell in the air. With a "puff", his fat body fell to the side of the street like a pile of soft mud, and he died on the spot. Feng Xinglie and Qi Changzheng glanced at each other, feeling horrified in their hearts, until this moment they dared not believe that they had successfully killed a master at the black list level. The two knew that the enemy would come at any moment, and after exchanging glances, Qi Changzheng jumped onto the roof with a "huh" and looked east. Feng Xinglie drew back the red spear, and then swept it away from the other direction, disappearing in an instant. Only then did the bystanders know how to continue breathing.