C26

This time, the silver short sword surprisingly did not choose to evade, colliding with the blood-red long blade in Captain Xue Sha's hand.

There was no deafening sound of weapons colliding, nor was there a storm. It was as if the two weapons had just clashed by accident.

Under the gaze of all the mercenaries, the surrounding time and space seemed to have congealed at the point where the blood-red blade and the short sword clashed.

"… …"

The blade broke into pieces and gradually dissipated. He closed his eyes and slowly fell to the ground.

Although he had fallen to the ground, Captain Xue Sha's words were still floating in the mercenary's ears half a second ago. "Brothers, I'm coming to accompany you!"

The silver dagger entered his front heart and shot out from his back. With a soft cry, it shot towards the old woman behind Captain Xue Sha.

The last few remaining mercenaries shouted in unison with red eyes, "Lock! Lock! "Lock!"

As if possessed, he threw himself at the silver dagger floating in the air.

Last time, under Captain Xue Sha's command, the mercenaries had used a knife net to lock down the silver short sword. This time, there was no Blood Fiend Guild leader. The mercenaries used their own bodies to weave a net of blades with their sabers.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

With a few soft sounds, the last seven surviving mercenaries fell into pools of blood.

One of the mercenaries' face was neatly sliced in half by the short sword. Half of it fell to the ground and became a pile of minced meat while the other half hung on his face. Following the falling mercenary, the rest fell to the ground.

After the silver dagger passed through them, it slowed down slightly. However, it still continued charging at the old woman who was sitting on the ground, as well as the sleeping beauty who was leaning on her shoulder.

Seeing this scene, Qin Rufeng also felt somewhat indignant in his heart. As long as those mercenaries sent another Blood Fury Spell, this silver short sword would definitely be stopped.

However, ninth level mystical masters were ninth level mystical masters after all. Sigh!

"… …"

These things took a very long time to describe, but it only took a few slashes for the sword to flash.

During this period of time, the old woman's eyes were still tightly shut. Even her breathing had become barely discernible, as if everything that had happened in that instant had nothing to do with her. It was as if she was like a stone statue, unmoving.

Even the glass ball that was previously floating quietly in front of the old woman, without a trace of light.

The silver dagger was like a flying shuttle, nearing the serene old woman.

Qin Rufeng laid on the slope as he looked at the old woman, who was still motionless, with a frown: "If you don't move now, it will be difficult for you to block this strike. "Unless …"

At this moment, the silver dagger had already flashed in front of the old woman. It was less than half an inch away from her forehead.

The glazed sphere in the old woman's arms suddenly burst forth with a dazzling green radiance, forming a screen of light in front of the old woman. It forcefully froze the silver short sword that was as fast as lightning within the screen.

At this moment, the old woman who had her eyes closed opened her eyes and looked at the pitch-black Azure Mountain Road once again.

An extremely shocked voice rang out from the Azure Mountain road, "A Profound King Stage expert." This was exactly what Qin Rufeng had guessed just now.

This old lady was a Mystic King Stage expert.

What did it mean to be a Mystic King Stage expert? In the entire Moxi Region, there were only a handful of Mysterious King Stage experts.

The silver short sword, which had been frozen in the light screen, began to tremble violently. It was as if it knew that its unrivalled power had passed. At this moment, it was in a life or death situation.

The silver dagger vibrated more and more violently, so much so that even the air in the surroundings started to buzz. However, all of this seemed pale and powerless in the light screen in front of the old woman.

The old woman lifted her eyes and looked at the silver short sword between her eyebrows with a calm gaze. The thumb and middle finger of both of her hands were pressed together.

The silver dagger that was constantly trembling in the light screen slowly fell into her hand as if it had been pulled by something.

The instant the short sword entered her hands, a distinct groan of pain could be heard from the Azure Mountain Road. After the old woman heard the sound, she gently laid Situ Qing who was beside her on the ground.

Then, she stood up. The old woman's simple clothes, which were full of wrinkles, became extremely smooth the moment she stood up.

The old and hoarse voice sounded, and slowly said towards the Cang Shan Road, "What did the Mo Clan mean by 'a rat hiding its head and its tail?'" "Hahaha!"

"Haha!" Senior Dou is indeed an expert. Junior Mo Zhan pays his respects to Senior Dou. "

Along with what seemed like a hearty laughter, a graceful young man floated out from the pitch-black Azure Mountain Road.

There were two sets of scabbards hanging around Mo Zhan's waist. One was long and the other was short. One had a sword, the other had no sword. In addition, there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, indicating that the dagger had come from him.

The old lady looked at the young man who walked out. She was silent for a moment and then said, "Since when did the Mo Clan's sword technique, Penetrating Sun, become like this? The Mo Clan is really getting worse with every generation. "Heh!"

When the originally elegant Mo Zhan heard this sentence, his face became sullen, as if this sentence had touched a scar deep within his heart.

The voice that originally made people feel as if they had been bathed by the spring wind turned into a cold winter wind as it said, "Dou Qiu Lan, if you stop me from killing the Situ sisters today, you will die as well."

As his voice faded, a strange black light emitted from Mo Zhan's body. Even though it wasn't obvious in the dark night, Qin Rufeng could still see it clearly.

Stage Nine Mysterious Master … Half step Xuan King …

In the blink of an eye, Mo Zhan's cultivation had jumped to the third stage of the Xuan King realm. Qin Rufeng was shocked; this was not the same as the instantaneous increase in cultivation level that Qin Fang had achieved.

At this moment, the old woman knew that she couldn't wait any longer. If she waited any longer, this Mo Clan junior's cultivation would definitely rise by leaps and bounds.

At this moment, the plain clothes on his body seemed to be blown by a strong wind. Suddenly, they flew towards Mo Zhan at the entrance of the Azure Mountain Pass. His figure that seemed to be moving slowly instantly floated to Mo Zhan's side.

A playful smile flashed across Mo Zhan's face; it could even be called evil. With a sinister laugh, the embroidered clothes of Qing Yun instantly shattered into countless pieces, exposing the ferocious green veins on his body.

With a loud shout, the long sword at his waist was instantly unsheathed and hacked down from above. The sword contained the power of wind and thunder as well as traces of Yin Qi.

The incomparably sharp sword Qis seemed to tear the incomparably frail old woman beside her into countless pieces.

The old woman calmly looked at the sword slashing towards her, her wrinkled lips softly uttering a silent sentence. Her hands that held the glass bead overlapped in an instant, holding the glass bead in her hands.

The light screen appeared again, and the longsword came to a sudden stop, as if it was frozen in the same light screen as the short sword before, unable to move.