Chapter 61: I can’t help myself

"no no!"

Two roars in a row came from the mouths of the two crazy brothers. In just a moment, the young man fell towards the ax blade. His eyes were about to burst, and he stared at his chest. The sharp ax was inserted deeply, and he died with a heart-pounding roar.

Mo Yu took the opportunity to pull out Youqi, stood up and swept directly towards the ax wielding young man who was looking at the scene in a daze.

He was full of heart but not strong enough, and his speed was more than doubled. When he was in front of the opponent, he reacted instantly, turned around, revealed his bloodshot red eyes, stared at Mo Yu with hatred and said: "The revenge of brother's murder, I, Xiaoyue Villa, have recorded it!

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After saying this, he turned around and ran towards the forest, even abandoning his weapons.

Mo Yu didn't pursue it. First of all, he was in a weak state. If he wanted to catch up and kill the opponent, he would definitely have to use all his strength. The wolves on the Demonic Ladder were hungry, so it was not cost-effective and not worth it.

Secondly, the sound of killings was getting louder all around, and there were a lot of people hearing the noise, so we had to leave as soon as possible.

Mo Yu forced himself to work hard and took out a wooden stick from his arms. He wanted to insert it into the corpse's chest but stopped. After thinking about it, he put the wooden stick into his arms again and fumbled around with the young man's clothes. Sure enough, he pulled out a similar wooden stick.

sign.

The four red squares on the sign indicate that four people have died at the hands of this person. The murderer will always be killed. At this moment, they are all made into Mo Yu's wedding clothes. The wooden stick is inserted into the corpse and it is dyed into five squares in an instant.

"There are still five people left." Mo Yu stood up with a tired face, sheathed his sword, and jumped into the forest.

Not long after leaving, a young man with red hair and a red robe and a young man with a bald head and bare arms walked out, walking towards this side with leisurely expressions.

"It's boring. The two waves of people just now were too weak to fight at all." He, with his bare head and shoulders holding a long knife, shook his head and complained as he held a red wooden stick in his hand.

In response to this, the young man in red robe next to him smiled helplessly and responded calmly: "We will see if you are still arrogant when we meet those sects."

The bald man said with a mute voice and shrugged in frustration, but his eyes were still disdainful. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he ran forward as if he had discovered something new: "Bilang, there is something going on ahead."

If Mo Yu were here, he would definitely find that these two people were Langgu Li He and Yangu Pilang who had spoken out in Mo Luo Town before.

Li He took the lead and ran to the fighting place, smacking his tongue at the corpse. When Po Lang came over, he pointed at the corpse and exclaimed: "Isn't this the big lunatic from Xiaoyue Villa? How could he die here? It's so miserable.", words

Not without gloating.

Po Lang frowned slightly, leaned over and looked at the left hand of the corpse, and then searched the chest of the tattered corpse. Then he stood up, clasped his hands in his arms and said, "The opponent is a sword."

Li He's eyes showed frivolity, and he waved his hands and said: "Let's go, let's go, it's just a second-level heaven full realm, what's so strange about it."

Po Lang did not move with Li He, he still stayed in place and frowned in thought, touching his chin with his hand and saying doubtfully: "These two madmen are not afraid of each other alone, but the combined attack skills of the two twins are not inferior to those of the third heaven. What I can see here is

A corpse is enough to show that the other party is very strong."

Seeing that Li He's expression became serious, Po Lang pointed at the corpse and continued: "There were six sword holes in his body, pierced through the palm of his hand, and an inch deep in his chest. It is not difficult to imagine that Brother Fengxing was pressed down and beaten, and he resisted with his life. In the end, this wound was fatal.

The injury should have been caused by the ax blade."

Having said this, Li He's face gradually became serious, he rubbed his bald head and frowned before continuing: "From this, it can be inferred that the other party not only suppressed the two of them, but is also good at calculations."

The two discussed in a low voice, and after a while they roughly deduced the situation of Mo Yu's battle. There was not much difference. The only misunderstanding was that the death of the young man Zhui was thought to be a careful design by Mo Yu, and they did not know that it was just a timely reaction.

Finally, we came to the conclusion that a master sword wielder, whose martial arts and mental abilities are higher than ordinary people, is a person worthy of attention. Therefore, when they meet the sword wielder next, both of them will take it seriously and no longer despise him before.

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The forest is deep and dry, the sound of killing inside is fading, there are few living people and many dead, the air is full of the thick smell of blood, the vegetation and shrubs are in a mess, it is solemn and cold.

Mo Yu was currently coiled on a tall tree, several feet above the ground, and the branches were slightly overlapping. Although the black robe was conspicuous, the traces of the battle here were shallow and it was difficult for others to spot him for a while.

After going through hard battles one after another, my body was completely exhausted at the moment, and the Dantian in my abdomen was empty. The wound on my left hand had become scabbed with blood, and I had to put on the wrapping again.

With a sigh of relief, I touched the blade of the sword in distress. As expected, there were a few more gaps and bumps. I don't know how many times it can be used.

Now that he has the money collected from Wu Dabao, he could have exchanged it for a good sword long ago. The reason why he did not exchange it was because as You cried for a long time, the throbbing that Fangge felt at the beginning became more and more obvious.

There is always a feeling that is hard to let go of this sword.

Put the sword into its sheath, lean against the tree trunk and squint lightly, adjust your breathing slowly, your internal force will increase and decrease on its own, and recovery will only be a matter of time.

Vaguely, an hour passed, and the sound of distant conversation came towards this side. Mo Yu opened his eyes with a start, and leaned on the branch, staring coldly at the ground.

After a while, three people, two men and one woman, approached from a distance. They communicated calmly and showed no signs of vigilance.

Looking closer, Mo Yu could clearly see the faces of the three people.

On the left is a young man in brocade clothes, with a dignified appearance and elegant conversation. He is holding a long sword, talking and laughing at the woman next to him.

The woman was heavily made up, with flowers spread out, and she was half-revealed in a pink dress. Her tone was coy and she covered her mouth while laughing softly. The sound of the silver bell was very moving, and she had a soft whip coiled around her waist.

As for the last person, he was dressed in black and had a gloomy face. He kept a straight face and said nothing during the whole process. He ignored the two people beside him and held a green knife.

"Blood Refining Sect, Hehuan Valley, Ghost Sect!" Mo Yu's heart palpitated. Based on the three people's clothing and Gu Changqing's words that day, he could identify the three people's identities at a glance.

The top sect of the Demon Sect acts in a high-profile manner. There are three young people from each sect participating in the Demon Summit this time. The leaders are Zhou Shiyuan of the Blood Refining Sect, Hua Ling of Hehuan Valley, Long Qing of the Ghost Sect, and Sun Ze of the Ten Thousand Poison Caves.

When Gu Changqing introduced these people, he also explained the appearance of each party and the weapons they used. At this moment, they took their seats. These three people were the leaders of the three major factions.

"Strange," Mo Yu frowned, wondering in his heart: "According to what Gu Changqing said, the major factions of the Demon Sect are divided into one party and have strong exchanges of interests. The younger generation often has comparisons, so how can they be in such close contact?"

It's strange and puzzling. Either Gu Changqing's words are false, or these three people are traveling together on a temporary basis. As for the deepest consideration, it involves the intentions of the top leaders of the three major sects.

I don't dare to think too much, it seems that this summit and demon meeting is different from the past, the good and the evil have disappeared, and it is a cloudy time again.

Mo Yu held his breath and suppressed his voice, fearing that he would make any noise and attract the attention of the three people. You must know that the other party is a real fourth-level master, too much higher than himself, and he is definitely invincible.

Fortunately, the three of them didn't pay much attention to the things around them. They only talked during the whole process and did not notice that there was a person lying several feet above their head. If they found it, Mo Yu would not be able to escape regardless of disdain or disdain.

After the three people passed by and the figures walked away, Mo Yu still stayed where he was. After a full stick of incense time passed, and there was no movement here, he turned over and jumped down from the tree.

He pinched his hand to test his internal strength, and he had almost recovered enough to cope with the upcoming situation. As for the ax wielding young man who escaped, Mo Yu had not forgotten that if he cuts the grass without eradicating the root, there will be endless troubles. He took the time to meet him and must deal with it.

This is the center of the forest, and if you go further, you will reach the stone steps, where the final fight will take place.

The beast always walks alone. More than a thousand people climbed the mountain, but now they have been almost killed. There are only a few hundred people left, all of whom are young leaders of the Demon Sect.

Those who are in the fourth heaven are definitely qualified enough. What is left is just the struggle between the third heaven and some of the peaks in the second heaven. There is a back and forth, and the survivors are the real people of the Demon Sect!

Mo Yu was cautious along the way, trying to avoid areas where there was fighting, and moved closer and closer to the stone steps. When he was a few hundred meters away from the stone steps, he bumped into two acquaintances.

Yes, it is Langgu Li He and Yangu Polang!

The wooden sticks of the two people had already been dyed red, so they did not go straight to the stone steps, but kept wandering in the forest, hoping to bump into other people so that they could compete with each other, in order to see the abilities of the younger generations of the various sects of the Demon Sect.

Having seen the traces of Mo Yu's battle before, Li He felt itchy and became eager to win. He looked around for people with swords in order to fight. The prize for victory was a red wooden stick, while the loser was left with a red wooden stick.

One piece.

At this moment, the three people bumped into each other, and the situation was about to break out.

Li He held the knife against his shoulder, pointed at Mo Yu with fiery eyes and shouted: "Boy, have you ever met Brother Crazy?"

Mo Yu's eyes flashed, and he sighed to himself. Could it be that these two people were helpers invited by the fish that slipped through the net? He looked around, but did not find the axe-wielding young man. He pondered for a moment and replied: "What crazy brothers, you two?"

Any advice?"

Li He was dumbfounded, frowning and looking at Po Lang, who had a shocked look on his face. He looked at Mo Yu up and down, and said in a low voice: "Whether it's him or not, this young man is not simple."

Hearing this, Li He's disappointment turned to surprise, and he walked towards Mo Yu with a carefree attitude. Mo Yu coldly put his hand on the end of Youwei's handle, moved back, and opened the distance between the two.

Seeing Mo Yu deliberately widening the distance that Po Lang could reach, Li He was pleasantly surprised and turned to ecstasy. He stood ten meters away from Mo Yu, waved his hands and said urgently: "Don't be afraid, kid. I am Li He from Langgu. I have something to discuss with you."

Mo Yu looked solemn and saw that the other party had no murderous intention. He asked doubtfully: "What's the matter?", but he did not dare to leave the hilt of his sword.

Li He did not rush to reply, he groped in his arms, and under Mo Yu's vigilant gaze, he took out a red wooden stick and flicked it. The wooden stick was inserted straight into the trunk of a dead tree not far away, and penetrated an inch into the wood.

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With just one hand, the strength of the third level of heaven is undoubtedly revealed.

Pointing at the wooden pick, Li He grinned and said, "Fight with me. If you win, it will be yours."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yu's heartbeat quickened. He squinted at the wooden stick, feeling a little excited. If he could get it in one fight, he would be qualified immediately and avoid additional killings. You know, the wooden stick in his arms was only five squares.

Just full.

Mo Yu licked his lips and said in a hoarse voice: "What if we lose?"

In the eyes of the two people opposite, Mo Yu was not deterred by Li He's display of the third level of strength. Either he was greedy for profit and did not know how to live or die, or he was brave and talented and had something to rely on.

Li He laughed loudly and pointed at Mo Yu: "If you lose, I will keep one thing on you."

There are a lot of things on the body, which can be limbs, body, or clothes and belongings. The other party does not explain it, but it means that he likes it casually. Whatever he wants, he must keep it. In this way, it becomes a battle.
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