Mo Lei 'er's assassination skills were already at the pinnacle. After arriving at the Upper Three Heavens and accompanying Dong Wushang, as her cultivation improved, the pressure on her also increased.
With such a talented husband, Mo Lei 'er was proud on the one hand, but on the other hand, she was also under a lot of pressure. She was always worried that her cultivation speed couldn't keep up with Dong Wushang's.
When the husband and wife roamed the Jianghu, if either party's cultivation was weak, they would always feel that they were a burden. This feeling was especially strong when they encountered a strong enemy.
Because if one party was weak, it would inevitably cause the other party to lose focus on one thing and lose focus on the other.
As the successor of the Black Devil, Mo Lei 'er naturally understood how dangerous it was for the husband and wife to be weak.
So during this period of time, not only Dong Wushang was working hard, but Mo Lei 'er was also working hard.
As one of the twelve influential figures in the Upper Three Heavens in her previous life, even if Mo Lei 'er's aptitude was not as good as Dong Wushang's, she was definitely one in a million.
During this period of tempering, her assassination techniques were close to mastery!
Now, at the moment when Dong Wushang's saber was successful, Mo Lei 'er's ghostly figure appeared behind a third-grade Supreme Martial Artist. With a horizontal slash of her sword, she beheaded this Supreme Martial Artist who had just dodged Dong Wushang's saber and lost his balance and stumbled backward.
Then her figure flashed away lightly, without even a drop of blood on her body.
On the other hand, countless blue lights flickered, and hundreds of highly poisonous hidden weapons shot out like a swarm of locusts. In an instant, that second-grade Supreme Martial Artist, who had just retreated, suddenly covered his face and screamed. Traces of black blood spurted out from his eyes like water!
It was a move of both eyes!
He became blind in an instant.
This person screamed madly, madly displaying all of his cultivation, but what he faced was nothing but air.
"I'm blind! I can't see … I can't see!! "
Xiao Wufeng took a deep, deep breath.
Dong Wushang killed Xiao Changyun with the first strike, and Xiao Wufeng had no time to react. Even if he reacted, he wouldn't make a move. After all, it was a fair one-on-one battle.
And Xiao Changyun's cultivation was much higher than Dong Wushang's. Under such circumstances, he was killed by Dong Wushang with one strike.
He could only be said to be useless!
Xiao Wufeng had no intention of rescuing him.
And the next moment, when Dong Wushang's saber shot out crisscrossing saber energy, Xiao Wufeng was really shocked!
"Saber Prime!" At that moment, even though he didn't say those words out loud, he opened his mouth wide and silently roared out those words.
Immediately after, they took off like rabbits and swooped down like hawks. Before they could react, the eight Supreme Martial Artists were already dead. Someone died an unnatural death, another was blinded, and the only remaining third-grade Supreme Martial Artist was violently blasted seventy feet away by Dong Wushang's saber. Seeing everything that happened before his eyes, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets!
It was a formidable lineup of fourteen people. In an instant, there was no one left!
There were only two fourth-grade Supreme Martial Artists, one third-grade Supreme Martial Artist, one fifth-grade Supreme Martial Artist, and one second-grade Supreme Martial Artist left!
And the other party had only paid the price of Rui Butong alone!
A cloud of smoke exploded, and Mo Lei 'er's figure disappeared again in this cloud of smoke, disappearing without a trace.
Xiao Wufeng looked at the field with deep eyes and stopped another fifth-grade Supreme Martial Artist who was about to make a move. "Wait."
That fifth-grade Supreme Martial Artist frowned and looked over. "Fourth Brother, what's wrong?"
Xiao Wufeng snorted and said, "Wuting, we don't know about the other party's strength except for one Saber Prime, but the rest are clear … Even so, should we have such a big loss?"
"No!" Xiao Wuting took a deep breath. "But it really happened."
"All the credit goes to that person, Rui Butong." Xiao Wufeng looked at Rui Butong, who was paralyzed on the ground like a lump of mud. "But. If it were any one of us, when the battle started, could we have prepared for this? Such a scheme, such a plan, such … facing death with equanimity? "
Xiao Wuting's eyes showed respect. "No!"
"But he could! And he did it without any hesitation. He didn't care about his life and used his life as a tool to exchange for victory! "
Xiao Wufeng's eyes showed emotion. "So, they could achieve this unimaginable result! And they saved the strongest person in the team … What a hero! "
Xiao Wuting was silent.
Indeed, at the beginning of the battle, no matter what aspect of performance, Rui Butong didn't look like the kind of person who had nothing to live for! This person had an extraordinary love for life!
Laughing and cursing at the strong enemy, facing death calmly!
What kind of detachment was this?
Xiao Wuting admitted that although he was a fifth-grade Supreme Martial Artist, he absolutely couldn't do this: Even if he was already in a desperate situation, he still had to struggle for himself. How could he take the initiative to sacrifice himself before he reached a desperate situation?
"I'm not as good as him!" Xiao Wuting said silently.
"This person deserves our respect! When the battle is over, I'd rather bury Rui Butong properly even if our own people's corpses are exposed in the wilderness! "Xiao Wufeng's voice was full of emotion." Our people died of carelessness, but he died of righteousness! The difference between them … is like heaven and earth! "
"The death of my own people makes me ashamed! But the death of the enemy can make me respect them! "
Xiao Wufeng's words were very heavy.
But Xiao Wuting didn't have any words to refute: This was indeed the case. What was there to say?
The difference in strength was clear at a glance.
But whether the team was united or not was even more clear at a glance!
What a terrifying opponent!
Right at this moment …
"Ah ~ ~ ~ ~ What's going on …" A shrill scream came, and the second-grade Supreme Martial Artist suddenly began to crazily dig out his eyeballs, screaming, "Kill me … It's itchy! It's so itchy … "The poison on Mo Lei 'er's hidden weapon had already taken effect!
Xiao Wufeng and Xiao Wuting looked over, and their faces both changed.
They saw that the outside of this person's eyes had already rotted to the bone! Mo Lei 'er's poison was so fierce that it had already reached this point!
Xiao Wufeng sighed deeply, stepped out, and a sword light flashed.
The second-grade Supreme Martial Artist of the Xiao Clan cried out, and then stood still in a daze, a wisp of blood spurting out from his chest. The blood fell to the ground, and it had already turned blue.
"Go." Xiao Wufeng sighed and struck out a palm.
The body of the second-grade Supreme Martial Artist of the Xiao Clan suddenly sank into the ground, and the ground seemed to be a bottomless swamp, swallowing his body in an instant.
He was buried underground.
This kind of poison couldn't be treated, and this kind of corpse. It couldn't be brought back to the clan, so as to avoid unpredictable disasters.
Then he raised his head and faced Dong Wushang, and his face became serious and heavy. "Amazing! Second Master Dong, this old man really admires you! "
Dong Wushang's wound overflowed with blood from the recoil, and he coughed. He simply spat out a mouthful of blood, which shot out like an arrow, and actually shot a small deep hole in the ground.
He said, "So what if you admire me? So what if you don't? "
Xiao Wufeng said heavily, "I don't have such a brother. I envy you, but unfortunately, this brother of yours is already dead! "
Dong Wushang's eyes drooped. Looking at Rui Butong not far away, he said, "I'm proud of my brother! Life and death, I have both! "
Xiao Wufeng shouted, "Good! What a good 'have both life and death'! "
At this moment, a stunning red light suddenly flashed, followed by a scream …
Xiao Wufeng and Dong Wushang turned to look, and for a moment, both of them were stunned at the same time!
There was nothing more strange than what was happening in front of them!
The four eyeballs of the two of them almost fell to the ground.
Shadow. A soft exclamation. A burst of mist. Obviously. Mo Lei 'er, who had hidden herself, couldn't help but be shocked. But now, no one cared about Mo Lei 'er anymore …
Everyone looked at the place where the red light was shining! Dumbfounded.
Over there, Mo Qingwu was dressed in red like fire, with a saber in her hand, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a dream.
In front of her, a fourth-grade Supreme Martial Artist was beheaded, lying in a pool of blood.
Another fourth-grade Supreme Martial Artist stared with his eyes wide open, his hands trembling like chicken feet, looking at Mo Qingwu as if he had seen a ghost, dumbfounded!
It turned out that when the battle was intense just now, the two fourth-grade Supreme Martial Artists had already bypassed the battle circle and came to Mo Qingwu's side.
Mo Qingwu was standing calmly with a sheathed saber.
That Supreme Martial Artist smiled and said, "Miss Mo, you are a second-grade Martial Saint. To have such achievements at such a young age, you are already unique in this world! I admire Elder Ning's ability to train his younger brother … But, in front of me, Miss Mo, do you still want to work harder? "
Mo Qingwu said lightly, "You and I are enemies. When enemies meet, even a second-grade Supreme Martial Artist has to fight hard, let alone you, a mere fourth-grade Supreme Martial Artist?"
That Supreme Martial Artist laughed and said, "Miss Mo is really arrogant! Look, not only did Miss Mo receive the true teachings of Supreme Martial Artist Ning's cultivation, you also received the true teachings of Supreme Martial Artist Ning's arrogance. "
Mo Qingwu retorted coldly, "What does it have to do with you what true teachings I have received? Or do you think that you can be on par with my Master? You are already qualified to criticize my Master's disciple?? "
That fourth-grade Supreme Martial Artist was speechless, his face as red as a tomato.
Yes, Ning Tianya's disciple, no matter what, even if she was born a good-for-nothing, was not something that he, a mere fourth-grade Supreme Martial Artist, could criticize!
Just as Mo Qingwu said, "Who do you think you are?"
But this Supreme Martial Artist really didn't expect Mo Qingwu, this little girl, to be so sharp-tongued and merciless.
In his anger out of humiliation, he said furiously, "Little girl, you have a sharp tongue. When we go back this time, see how I will deal with you!" He opened his big hand and made a grab for her.
In his opinion, with this grab, even if Mo Qingwu was a first-grade Supreme Martial Artist, not to mention that she only had the cultivation of a second-grade Martial Saint!
He was already two to three thousand years old. If he still couldn't take down a 13- to 14-year-old little girl … the heavens wouldn't allow it!
But just as he reached out to grab, he saw this little girl reach out and grab the hilt of that toy-like saber!
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I will continue to work hard! Looking for a guaranteed monthly ticket. g;
Recommend a book: I should recommend "Ultimate Holy Spirit". If anyone is interested, you can take a look and add it to your collection. g;
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