Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Shenmu didn't respond to him. He lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the battle formation below. He saw the cold light in his armored stomach. He already knew Dongren's plan. His heart was empty. He raised his head and looked around. He didn't know how many people were hiding there. In the clouds and mist.

"It is said that the ancestor of the Li family has reached the eighth level of Qi cultivation and is good at swordsmanship. He has swallowed the pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If he escapes now, he may not be able to escape very far..."

"Your Majesty! Let me deal with this Mori."

Several qi-training tribesmen around him didn't know the pros and cons, so they volunteered to come up. Only Zhong Yujie, an old minister left behind by his father Mu Jiaoman, said nothing, his hands were trembling, and he stared straight at the soldiers and horses below, fearing. He raised his head in fear and looked at Qimu, but no words came out from his mouth.

"You... and you, go up and try him together."

Shenmu looked at him deeply, then pointed out the two men with a calm expression, and watched the two tribesmen respond excitedly. Then he called the old minister Zhongyu Gui over and used his magic power to transmit the message:

"Harm...Wuzhu, Mo Li has colluded with the Dongren, and they are probably trying to kill me this time. You lead a group of soldiers to the west, take my son and two daughters out of the city, and find a city where they can live on their own. Stay behind for me and don’t let them fight for anything anymore..."

Zhong Yujie's eyes were red, he sighed and fell down. The two people beside Namu looked at each other and felt that something was wrong. They wanted to ask, but Namu looked at the sky with a gloomy face, letting the two of them No one can speak.

Mori saw the two people coming towards him on the wind, one was at the second level of Qi training and the other was at the third level of Qi training. They were both better than him in terms of cultivation. He was not afraid at all. He was feeling proud and raised two sledgehammers. , and suddenly hit someone.

Shan Yue was practicing qi, and the beast bones and jade stones collided, making a clanking sound, with a crazy expression, laughing, holding a bone gun in his hand, with a mixture of true energy flowing, he picked it up and hammered it against Sumoli .

Purple true energy flowed from Shou Moli's body, and thunder flickered, spreading from his hand to the sledgehammer, and collided with the bone gun. The true energy of the two surged, and there was a loud sound at the point of contact, and tiny electric lights exploded. .

Na Shan Yue Qi Lian took this heavy blow from him, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared, and he backed away in shock, causing half of his body to become numb. Fortunately, the Qi Practicing monk with a higher level of cultivation on the side had already held the stick and walked away. Go up and resist Samori's offensive.

He then took the opportunity to adjust his breath slightly, and collided with Suo Moli several times. Seeing that Suo Moli's true energy was very powerful, he quickly shouted:

"Your Majesty, this man's skills are weird, I'm afraid we just can't resist him!"

After seeing the true energy on Sumo Li's body, Namu felt a little more certain in her heart. She waved her hands silently, and the remaining two people around her flew away in the wind and pressed on them together. Namu remained motionless and thought to himself:

"Moli must have been punished by the Eastern people and became a lackey. How long can he wait now to buy some time for his children?"

Shanyue Lianqi's four people pressed forward together, and the pressure on Mori immediately increased greatly. Although he danced like a tiger with a sledgehammer, and everyone's bone guns and bone knives exploded and retreated when they touched it, the four people took turns to connect with each other. There is time to resolve the power of thunder, but it is not very difficult.

Mori fought so impressively, but he felt miserable in his heart. His magic power was thin, and although his power was huge, it could not last long. A quick victory was the way to go. Seeing that the four of them were consuming him, the Li family hesitated to take action, so they had no choice but to grin. The mouth shouted:

"Home...home...family master, help!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man rose up from the military formation on the East side. He held a sword in his hand and was full of true energy. He rushed into the four people. He knocked away their bone magic weapons with a flip of his hand and took a cautious look. Shenmu who was far away did not make a move, nor reported his name, but silently waved his sword to face the enemy. It was Chen Donghe.

Chen Donghe held up the encirclement of four people by himself, still looking at ease, and said in a deep voice:

"Brother Mori, go straight to meet Shenmu. Leave this place to me."

Chen Donghe is currently on the second level of qi training. He practices the family's Zhengfa "River Qi Jue". This skill is as deep as a river. He is best at dealing with situations like this where many people are surrounded. Even though he cannot kill people, he can hold his ground and withstand pressure without any problem.

Now he has joined the Li family again and has inherited the "Xuan Shui Sword Art". Although he has never practiced sword energy, he can outlast the others when fighting these miscellaneous energy monks, causing the four of them to complain incessantly. It is not as good as the pressure he faced from Shamori before. It's big, but it's endless. At first glance, it can't be compared to the empty look on Mori's face.

"Dong He is pretty good, he has a pretty good talent, he practices hard, and his basic skills are particularly solid."

Li Tongya in the sky praised. Although Chen Donghe's swordsmanship is not outstanding, not as good as that of Yu Mu's sword, he can still use it to fight the enemy. When he encounters each enemy, he can fight a dozen of them and drag them out for a moment without being hastily defeated. .

"It's true that Jing Tian has never had an heir. Dong He usually spends a lot of time in seclusion. Fortunately, Yuan Yun is with him, otherwise it would be strangely deserted."

Li Xuanfeng was thinking about his sister. Li Tongya shook his head and whispered:

"Chen Donghe is currently practicing qi cultivation. It is difficult to have an heir. Tian'er is a mortal, so it is even more difficult."

While the two of them were chatting, Emoli had already agreed, got out of the four of them, got close with the hammer, and flew towards Hamu.

Seeing Chen Donghe blocking everyone by himself, Shen Mu let out a sigh, stepped into the air with a knife, looked at the sultry Momoli who came up to him, and coldly said in despair and anger:

"Molly...you know what you are doing!"

"What am I doing?"

Mori laughed ferociously, and the sledgehammer crashed down with purple lightning, hitting the long knife that Shemu came up to, sparking a scattered purple light, and shouted:

"Who are you to point fingers, but you don't know that my road is the best way back to Shanyue!"

"You, you, you...you are wasting your father's instructions in vain!"

Emoli fought with him with several moves. The moves were so powerful and heavy that Hamu was beaten back and forth. His whole body was numb and his true energy was not flowing smoothly. He was no match for him. After hearing his words, Emoli smiled even more fiercely. Answered:

"You still dare to mention him? Why does Mu Jiao Man! Let you be the leader of a country, but I have to be killed...As the eldest son, everything goes well for you, have you ever experienced what we are like!"

In the time it took for Shenmu to face him with a stick of incense, her true energy was exhausted and her limbs were stripped of strength. When she heard the words, she was stunned, laughed, and shouted:

"I understand...Moli! So you care about Mu Jiaoman so much...just listen..."

"No matter how brilliant you are in the future and how glorious you are in governing Shanyue, you will always be a dog under Dongren's rule!"

Namu took a few steps back and put the knife on his neck with his backhand. The sharp blade slid on his neck, leaving a trail of blood. Namu opened his eyes with a ferocious beard and sneered:

"My father and I know each other well. We want to laugh at you for being despicable, for being incompetent, for being a running dog, for deceiving yourself and not being a son of man!"

Hearing this, Mori was trembling all over, frightened and angry, and shouted:

"shut up!"

But Mumu sneered, and with a proud move of the blade, the big head detached from the body in an instant, swayed on the bloody neck, and fell down like a bird.

On the contrary, it felt like he had been slapped, and he picked up the head like a defeated dog. After just one glance, his eyes were so hot that he looked away. He lifted up Shemu's head in despair and shouted:

"Sheepwood is dead, and those who surrender will not be killed."

The four Shanyue practitioners looked at each other in confusion, hesitantly stopping their movements, the military formation below became chaotic, cries and screams rushed in the face in conjunction with the moist morning wind, Hua Mo's cheeks were slightly wet, and he suddenly didn't realize it, looking at The majestic mountains and rivers in the pale morning mist beneath my feet murmured:

"Brother, what you said...should I die in peace, or should I flee and live in exile for the rest of my life! Why...and why..."

Chen Donghe approached on the wind, and was slightly startled when he saw the dazed way of Emoli holding the head of Shenmu. Seeing that he was completely unaware of the blood sprayed all over his face by Shenmu, he just stood there blankly, with two traces of tears on his face. With water flowing on his face, Chen Donghe sighed slightly and congratulated:

"Congratulations, king!"