"You're digging your own grave."
Mo Hua had a fierce temper. Even though he was scared out of his wits by Shen Zhenyi's shocking sword technique, he was not afraid of facing Cynanchum Chinense alone.
"If you want to die, then I'll fulfill your wish!"
His body shook and was immediately shrouded in a gray fog.
Mo Hua was like a dream.
This was his ultimate move to save his life. He could attack or retreat at will. If he had the upper hand, he would kill his opponent in one move. If there was no gap, he would still have a way to escape.
— — Those who were fierce were usually very cautious.
They would first be in an invincible position and then look for a chance to win.
What Langjun Mo Hua was afraid of was Shen Zhenyi, whose whereabouts were unknown.
If there was a chance, he would not hesitate to kill Cynanchum Chinense and continue his escape.
"Is that all you've got?"
Chu Huoluo sneered. She straightened her body and stepped forward. She brandished her long sword like moonlight. She was fearless.
Light and darkness intersected.
In an instant, the sound of metal clashing could be heard. It was as if thousands of soldiers were fighting.
A head-on battle between Level Five True Gods was already earth-shattering.
At the top of the white tower, Shen Baihe hid in the shadow of the moon and watched the battle from afar.
"Third Brother …"
He muttered to himself with a gloomy face.
He knew Mo Hua's ability very well. Relying on this person's poison, he killed the people from Xuantian City and framed the Abandoned Sword Villa, causing Xuantian City to attack King City.
This was supposed to be a perfect plot.
But because Shen Zhenyi's strength was too strong, everything was for naught.
"Isn't it always like this?"
Shen Baihe laughed at himself.
He had tried many times, and every time, his third brother would always be able to break through with his strength.
Even in this new world, even if he met stronger experts, he was still the same.
Now, even his disciple was so strong.
Shen Baihe raised his hand and looked at his fair palm quietly. There were also some faint palm lines.
"You're not even a match for this girl now."
A deep voice came from the darkness.
Shen Baihe's body trembled, and an ominous glint appeared in his eyes.
Perhaps after so many years, the eldest son of the Abandoned Sword Villa still had his pride that he was unwilling to give up.
"You're not convinced?"
The voice in the darkness mocked.
"It's a pity that your third brother is a genius. You can't compare to him."
It was as if there was some kind of magic that tugged at Shen Baihe's fragile heartstrings.
Panting heavily, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the blood in his eyes gradually thickened.
"I can't accept it. I just can't accept it."
He clenched his fists. "I am the Eldest Young Master of the Abandoned Sword Villa. We share the same blood. Why is he a peerless genius in the way of the sword, and I am nothing?"
Jealousy made his expression even more ferocious.
If Shen Zhenyi's achievement had made him feel that it was unattainable, then now, Chu Huoluo was able to deal with Langjun Mo Hua's attack alone, which made him feel a strong sense of crisis.
"So, you can only seek power, power that doesn't belong to you."
The darkness was full of temptation.
"You've already tried. At least this level of conspiracy can't deal with your brilliant third brother."
"If you want to get rid of him, you have to become stronger."
In the air, the black fog condensed into a ball. It looked like a ferocious ghost head, but also like a demon in flames.
"Power that doesn't belong to me?"
Shen Baihe closed his eyes.
The battle on the opposite side was still in a stalemate. Cynanchum Chinense waved her sword in the black fog, and it flashed again and again.
She seemed to be suppressed by Langjun Mo Hua, but it didn't mean that she was at a disadvantage.
In fact, even Shen Baihe could see that Langjun Mo Hua, who seemed to have the upper hand, didn't have many ways to win.
"Damn it …"
Langjun Mo Hua was shocked.
He thought that no matter what, it would be easy for him to defeat a little girl. What he didn't expect was that this girl's swordsmanship was far beyond his imagination.
"How is this possible?"
Langjun Mo Hua couldn't hurt Cynanchum Chinense in more than ten moves. He was already thinking of retreating.
The black fog became thicker and thicker.
His figure became more and more fleeting.
Those who were familiar with his fighting style knew that this was a sign that Langjun Mo Hua was preparing to escape.
"You want to escape? It's not that easy!"
Cynanchum Chinense also saw it.
"Didn't you say that you were very arrogant?"
Her sword glowed brighter and brighter, gradually suppressing the darkness.
Unknowingly, it formed a circle.
"It seems that Langjun Mo Hua can't escape."
The voice in the darkness seemed to be gloating.
Shen Baihe remained silent.
Langjun Mo Hua felt more and more pressure. He thought that he had the upper hand and could escape at any time. The reason why he didn't kill Cynanchum Chinense was that he was worried that Shen Zhenyi would make a move.
Now, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
This young lady clearly had the ability to kill him!
Retreat!
Langjun Mo Hua was a decisive person. He didn't care about his reputation. After all, for an assassin who used poison, survival was the most important thing.
His body swayed, and the black fog instantly condensed into a black ray of light. It spun twice in the air, turned around, and sped towards the south.
"Where do you think you are going?"
Cynanchum Chinense regained her spirit. She swung her sword and chased after Langjun Mo Hua without hesitation.
"Little girl, you've gone too far!"
Langjun Mo Hua shouted loudly. He was flustered and exasperated. He sped up, but he still couldn't shake off the pursuit of the sword.
"Langjun Mo Hua is famous, but he's just so-so …"
Shen Baihe sighed softly. He didn't have a good impression of this assassin.
"A man who can become famous in the World of Seven Wounds can't be a simple character." The voice in the darkness sneered. "Although we don't like him, it's obvious that he's faking it."
As if to prove his words, Langjun Mo Hua suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"You forced me to do this!"
He flicked his wrist, and a black smoke shot out. It turned into a sky full of flowers and surged towards Cynanchum Chinense's sword.
"Absolute Poison of Ink Flower, Blooming Heaven and Earth!"
This was Langjun Mo Hua's last desperate move.
All the blood in his body gushed out from his pores, and it was pure black. In order to refine the poison, his blood was no longer red, and it was no longer warm.
This sky full of blood turned into a blooming heaven and earth, and it would destroy a thousand miles!
Once the poison spread, no one would be able to live within a thousand miles!
Even though Langjun Mo Hua's vitality would be greatly damaged after using this move, no one would be able to stop it from being destroyed!
Even if it was someone with a higher cultivation than him, when faced with this poison that was filled with hostility and murderous intent, they could only retreat!
As for Cynanchum Chinense, who was chasing after him, she could only turn into pus and blood and die without a burial place!
Serves her right!
Langjun Mo Hua cursed inwardly. He felt a sense of satisfaction from taking revenge.
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