Chapter 107 The Road to Mo Begging

Mo Yu dashed forward in a straight line, his right hand heaving and screaming with a sharp sword roar. The sunlight reflected the ripples in a circle like water, which was dazzling. He actually used surge as soon as he made a move!

Fan Long originally looked down upon Mo Yu because of his high achievements, but now he was watching in horror and did not dare to make any excuses.

From the young man in black, he felt a chill coming from the bottom of his heart, and the pitch-black sword made people feel chilly all over his body.

"drink!"

Fan Long stepped forward and stabbed the wooden stick. Mo Yu's eyes narrowed and wept, and he slashed the stick head. The sword energy surged and split the straw in all directions. The candied haws on it shattered into pieces.

Sure enough, Fan Long's wooden stick cracked and the wooden body broke into two halves, revealing the copper-yellow iron rod inside.

The iron rod and Youqi exchanged sparks, and a wave of air rose from the ground between the two of them. Each other's long hair floated upside down, each carrying his own strength.

After one or two breaths, the Youwei sword shrank for a moment, but soon it was pressed against the iron rod again.

Fan Long didn't know what it meant at first, but he understood when the iron rod came with more force than before, one after another, continuously impacting his body.

"Good boy!"

Frightened and angry, Fan Long held up his stick and rushed away Mo Yu's long sword. He turned around and stabbed back with the move "Cang Long Chuhai". The tail of the stick turned into the head and pointed directly at Mo Yu's chest.

Mo Yu dodged sideways, and Fan Long's long stick turned to sweep across thousands of troops. Seeing this, Mo Yu could only temporarily avoid the sharp edge and slide out of the attack range.

"It's not that easy to run away."

Fan Long smiled happily, how could a majestic fourth-level master not be able to suppress a third-level beginner with all his strength?

Ridiculous, ridiculous! Everyone would laugh at him, and even he himself couldn't accept this fact.

The laughter stopped, Fan Long circled around and kicked the ground, using the broken candied haws sticks as sharp arrows and hidden weapons.

For a moment, sand and rocks flew, and dozens of wooden sticks whizzed towards Mo Yu.

This is not as simple as an ordinary concealed weapon. Each one is wrapped with the energy of a fourth-level master. Your body will be seriously injured if it touches it!

Mo Yu swung his sword to block four or five of them, but his left arm was still not scratched by the wooden sticks and rags. In the confusion, he dodged and jumped to the sword box.

His waist and eyes sunk, and he cried straight into the ground. He picked up the sword box with both hands and rotated it, forming a black barrier in front of him to block all the wooden sticks.

"Crack, crackle, crackle", dozens of wooden sticks were inserted into the ground all around, as well as some broken candied haws.

"Good boy, give me a stick!" Fan Long was surprised when he saw that all the wooden sticks were blocked, and immediately jumped up and hit Mo Yu on the head.

Mo Yu expressionlessly drew his sword to dodge. This time he took the sword box with him. Just when he was blocking the wooden stick, he suddenly had an inspiration: if the sword box is used properly, it will be another kind of help!

"Bang!"

The iron rod hit the spot where Mo Yu was standing before, creating a shallow ravine more than half a meter wide on the ground. Debris flew everywhere, and Fan Long swung the head of his stick to bully Mo Yu.

Mo Yu raised his brows without panicking, banged the sword box on the ground, and lifted up the iron rod to block the iron rod while crying.

Fan Long held the stick with both hands and had stronger internal strength. He used the force from the air to slash down, causing Mo Yu's face to turn red and his knees to bend.

Just when Fan Long was feeling complacent, Mo Yu turned sideways and pulled You Qi diagonally, pulling the iron rod down to the ground with the strength of the waves.

At the same time, Mo Yu lightly kicked the bottom of the sword box with his left foot, raised his left hand hard, and the sword box rose parallel and hit Fan Long's chest.

Fan Longton was shocked, what kind of trick is this?

But it was only a moment of hesitation. Fan Long lay down on the spot and swept across Mo Yu's lower body without any image.

The reaction was not unpleasant, Mo Yu admired Fan Long in his heart.

This one-hand reaction is definitely not comparable to that of the sinister man from the Qingfeng Sect whom he killed earlier. They were both in the first level of the Fourth Heaven. Fan Long was the leader, but that man was only at the bottom.

But so what, realm does not represent all strength. After breaking through the realm of sword control that day, he can confidently fight against the fourth level without defeat, not to mention that his strength is even further now!

With the sword box behind him, he jumped up high, turned his body upside down in the air, with his head and feet on his head, and stabbed towards Fan Long with a sharp cry.

Fan Long began to feel irritable. Is this still the realm of the third heaven? After being unable to attack for a long time, he seemed to be stretched thin and tired.

Carp stood up straight, and Fan Long shouted angrily: "The stick is extremely powerful!"

As expected, the iron rod glowed brightly, and a whirlwind of loess rolled up from the ground. As the iron rod swept away, the whirlwind violently swept towards Mo Yu.

Mo Yu suddenly felt chilled. This stick was caused by Fan Long's full strength. He had no choice but to take it hard.

There was no time to hesitate, Mo Yu bit his gums hard, the waves surged around you again and he cried, the sword energy hummed, and he rushed towards the whirlwind without hesitation.

"Bang~", "Boom~"

A dull sound swept around, and the air wave rolled back and forced Mo Qi to retreat several meters away.

The center of the battle emitted a slight explosion due to the strong connection of energy, and a cloud of dust filled the air. After a few breaths, a black sword box was seen coming out of the gun, and it was stabbed not far from Mo Qi.

Under Mo Qi's anxious gaze, Mo Yu's figure jumped out from the dust, flipped over at high altitude and landed on the sword box, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother?!" Mo Qi approached with concern, but Mo Yu did not turn around. He stretched out his hand to stop Mo Qi from speaking, and then looked towards the opposite side without blinking.

Mo Qi followed his elder brother's gaze, and when the dust cleared, he saw Fan Long sitting on the ground with a dejected look on his face, his robes were messy, his hair was unkempt, and his eyes were dull as he stared at the iron rod broken in half.

There was silence all around, none of the three people moved or spoke.

After about half a stick of incense, Fan Long suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently. After coughing, he staggered to his feet, threw the iron rod on the ground, and said bitterly: "If you don't fight, you will be embarrassed."

Hearing these words, Mo Yu looked pale and smiled. He dropped his sword from the box, put his hand behind his back and sheathed Youqi. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Next time we meet, you might as well bring two bunches of gourds."

Mo Qi wanted to laugh when he heard this, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud, so he held it in and followed Mo Yu.

Mo Yu didn't stop and walked past Fan Long without fear of a sneak attack. Just as he was about to go down the mountain, Fan Long's complicated voice came from behind him.

"Boy, a big tree attracts the wind. If it is too strong, it will break easily. Just take care of yourself."

Mo Yu stopped and did not turn around. After a few seconds of silence, he took another step, and a sound of light wind floated to Fan Long's ears.

"If you want to show off in the forest, why be afraid of destroying it."

The two figures walked further and further away, and soon disappeared on the top of the mountain. Fan Long sighed and looked at the palms of his hands, coughing up blood, and murmured to himself: "What a scary boy..."

When going down the mountain, Mo Qi did not dare to make a sound, firstly to avoid unknown dangers, and secondly because Mo Yu had no intention of talking.

After going down the mountain, Mo Yu found a dry patch of land to perform exercise exercises to heal his injuries. This was not a skin injury, but a real internal injury, and he needed to pay more attention to it.

I spent two hours recovering from my injuries, and then continued on my way. I had to find a place to stay before dark.

The road ahead is all plains at first glance, and it is difficult to find mountains to take refuge in. The sky is getting darker and darker, so we can only find a rock pile to camp on the way.

"Brother, we are both in the first stage of the third heaven, so I feel that there is a huge gap between us."

As Mo Qi stirred the fire and baked pancakes, the scene during the battle between his elder brothers during the day was always lingering in his mind, and the shock was hard to get rid of.

Mo Yu was meditating. When he heard this, he opened his eyes and said calmly: "The key to victory or defeat is not only determined by each other's realm, but also by the various skills. It can be said that realm is the trunk of a tree, fists and feet,

Body skills, weapons, secret moves, etc. are just like the branches of a tree, and one is indispensable for being busy and vigorous."

Mo Qi lowered his head and pondered. It was not difficult to understand the meaning of his elder brother's words. The two of them were in the same realm, but the other "tree branches" were far different. The master had only one skill but no means to use it, so he fell into the inferior position.

Mo Qi realized what was on his mind, and Mo Yu also had thoughts in his mind.

Fan Long said something ambiguous in total, "A big tree attracts the wind, and it is easy to break if it is too strong." The meaning of these two words is simple, but what is its deeper meaning?

The big tree means that the fame, strength and treasure reaching a certain level will attract the covetousness of others. Looking at the whole body, only Youqi meets this point.

Being too strong refers to a person's character. If someone else comes to compete for Youqi, he will not give in. This will inevitably lead to a fight. There is a gap in strength between the two sides, so it will be easy to break.

Of course, this is just Mo Yu's own speculation. Maybe Fan Long had other intentions, or maybe he just said harsh words because he was defeated and refused to accept.

The next day, the two set off on their way again. At noon, they arrived at the foot of the fifth mountain. They stopped and looked up, not intending to climb it.

The fourth mountain top is already occupied by Fan Long from the fourth heaven, so there must be a more powerful person on the fifth mountain. If you know yourself but don't know the enemy, you should take good care of yourself first and think carefully before making any plans.

Mo Yu spent the afternoon recuperating, while Mo Qi had some insights yesterday and decided to embark on a path of assassination with You Snake as the main character.

Assassins are different from killers, and they pursue very different purposes. Li Sanniang, who was a secret guard in the Jun Mansion back then, was an assassin, and she was a top-notch assassin. She came and went without a trace, which was really weird.

Nowadays, Mo Qi does not have professional masters to teach him. Taking this path is like a blind man trying to grasp an elephant, which is even more difficult.

The only thing that can be known is that the assassin's hidden weapons are accurate, his attacks are cunning and ruthless, and he will hit the target 100% of the time.

Mo Yu told this suggestion to Mo Qi, who immediately went to the forest to carve the hidden dart with a knife, and then began a long period of hidden weapon training.

Mo Yu took the time to watch, and Mo Qi in the forest held a wooden dart in each hand, bent his knees and pointed at a thick wooden stem ten meters away and shot out with his hands.

With two "whoosh, whoosh" sounds, the wooden dart slanted off the track. One dart passed by the bark of the tree, while the other missed the tree body.

Mo Qi frowned and said nothing, and took out two more wooden darts from his arms to shoot, again and again, practicing tirelessly, and when the wooden darts were finished shooting, he picked them up again and continued the next round.

Mo Yu shook his head and left the forest, looking leisurely at the sky.

From this point of view, Shalou is destined to join the group, not only for the Qingtian Twelve Sects, but also for Mo Qi.

The Killing Tower has a Killing Team and an Assassin Team, which correspond to killers and assassins respectively. It can not only gain a foothold in the top forces in the jungle, but also has a unique way of cultivating killers and assassins.

If Mo Qi wants to become a top assassin, there is no one more suitable in the world than the Killing Tower Assassin Team.

After making up his mind, Mo Yu devoted himself wholeheartedly to recovering from his internal injuries. Only by going through mountains of swords and seas of fire could he be qualified to look forward to future plans.
Chapter completed!