The humble villain

"Ah Qiu~~~~~"

A huge sneeze instantly echoed throughout the valley.

I saw a young man in a black robe with a stern look, suddenly rubbing his nose.

At this moment, a blade light like moonlight came from the darkness and slashed towards his left side.

From the degree of solidity of the vital energy, it can be seen that it is about to be transformed into true energy.

The person in the dark was obviously a master of the sixth level of the spiritual realm.

The terrifying blade light was extremely fast, as if it could cut through the void, and it arrived in front of the young man in the blink of an eye.

The young man showed no unnecessary expression.

There was a flash of red light on his body, and then his whole body danced in the wind like a willow leaf.

It's truly dancing with the wind.

The blade was only an inch away, almost passing by.

Seeing this, the man in the dark quickly changed the direction of his knife and slashed horizontally. But he still failed to succeed, and did not even touch the edge of the young man's clothes.

Looking at the young man's almost exaggerated evasive posture.

The visitor was immediately shocked.

It’s too weird, Mo Xuan’s body movements are really too weird.

The young man in black robe was the fleeing Mo Xuan.

He had heard of it before.

Mo Xuan's movements were like a ghost. Even when he was fighting in the midst of thousands of soldiers, he could keep his body free from any dust.

He naturally scoffed at this statement.

They are just a bunch of rats talking big. How could there be such a terrifying body movement in the world?

It's so outrageous.

But now he believed it. The facts were right in front of him, and he couldn't help but believe it.

He was extremely good at hiding, and he took action when Mo Xuan was distracted.

I can't believe that even with such an advantage, he can't be hurt at all. Is he still a human being?

"Mo Xuan, you can't escape."

"If you are sensible, I advise you to surrender and suffer less."

The man shouted to Mo Xuan with an arrogant look on his face:

As if this look could hide the panic in his heart.

But the fear in a person's heart cannot be demonstrated. His slightly retreating body has already betrayed him.

He was scared, yes he was really scared.

But he didn't dare to run. When masters fight, momentum is particularly important. If he ran away, he would only die faster.

"Do you know why the Li family didn't send their own people to hunt me down?"

"Maybe too many people died!"

"After all, their lives are very precious, not like yours which are worthless."

"It doesn't matter. No matter how many people like you come, they are just my food!"

Mo Xuan said indifferently:

The way he looked at the man was as if he was looking at a dead person.

"This boy is really arrogant."

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Food? How ridiculous, he was a sixth-level master in the Spirit Realm, but he was treated as food.

The man heard the attitude in Mo Xuan's words. Seeing that there was no hope for him to leave, he became a bit ruthless.

I saw the vital energy in his body burst out, and in an instant his clothes fluttered and dirt and rocks flew everywhere.

The man's eyes narrowed coldly, and he swung the long sword in his hand. In an instant, a tornado appeared around him.

At this moment, the man quickly made various seals with his hands.

In an instant, countless sharp blades of energy suddenly appeared above the tornado.

Along with it, countless sword auras appeared in the sky, attacking Mo Xuan.

From beginning to end, Mo Xuan never even looked at the sword energy.

Its entire body was enveloped in a strange red light, and it swayed wildly and involuntarily.

Under the overwhelming attack, Mo Xuan's figure was like a lone boat.

It seemed like it would be submerged by the waves at any moment, but it was still moving slowly and orderly towards its destination.

It was not until Mo Xuan's figure approached that the man saw clearly that the red light was not vitality, but a murderous aura that seemed to be real.

The murderous aura turned into a ghost and attached itself to Mo Xuan's body.

This scene frightened the man so much that his offensive power became a little disordered.

How is it possible? How could Mo Xuan be so strong?

"Mo Xuan, what's the name of your body movement?"

In the end, the man asked the question in his mind.

"It's just an instinctive reaction!"

"Fart your mother!"

Mo Xuan looks aloof and arrogant, but he really does brag without thinking.

Mo Xuan was too lazy to explain to him, he just saw his body slightly bent.

The spear in his hand was thrown out instantly. A dark lightning bolt streaked through the void and shot towards the man.

“Buzz~~~~~”

With the sound of gunfire, the man was pinned to the mountain wall behind him by the spear.

"Seventh level of the spiritual realm..."

These were the last words the man said. As soon as he finished speaking, his neck tilted and he was silent.

Yes, Mo Xuan is now a seventh-level warrior in the spiritual realm.

After Li Feng's death, Mo Xuan's strength broke through to the peak of the fifth level of the Spirit Realm. Not long after that, he reached the sixth level of the Spirit Realm.

In the midst of the slaughter, Mo Xuan's strength rose rapidly until he reached the seventh level of the Spirit Realm, and then this crazy promotion speed slowed down.

Mo Xuan is different from ordinary warriors, he has no spiritual veins.

Inside his dantian is the most precious treasure of the Divine Weapon Valley, the essence of ten thousand soldiers.

The man never thought until his death that Mo Xuan really did not lie to him.

There is no such thing as physical skills. Although it is outrageous, the truth is so cruel. That strange step was really just Mo Xuan's instinctive reaction.

Mo Xuan walked to the man with an indifferent expression, stepped on his chest, and pulled out his spear.

“Tick-tock~~~~~~”

The bright red blood continued to flow down the spear and onto the ground. Mo Xuan wiped the blood off the spear with the man's shirt.

Then he slowly put it away.

As the last breath of the man dissipated, the murderous ghost shadow on Mo Xuan's body became visibly more solid.

At the same time, a strange expression quietly appeared on Mo Xuan's face.

Suddenly a fragrant breeze blew towards me.

I saw a hot figure hugging Mo Xuan tightly from behind.

"I'm sorry, brother. It was all because of my carelessness."

"If I weren't a burden, they wouldn't have been able to find your trace."

Yanhong looked very sad and cried:

They had been discovered many times along the way, and Mo Xuan had even been seriously injured many times in order to protect her.

Yanhong knew clearly that without her as a burden, it would be impossible for the visitor to find Mo Xuan easily.

Listening to the voice beside his ear and feeling the softness coming from behind him, Mo Xuan's face became more gentle.

I saw him turn around.

He held Yanhong in his arms, gently brushed her hair with his fingertips and said:

"Silly Junior Sister, why are you crying?"

"They are just a bunch of traitors. They are just right for me, your senior brother, to provide nourishment for them."

Yanhong leaned against Mo Xuan, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"Brother, I feel like you've been quite murderous lately."

She felt that Mo Xuan had become a different person recently, becoming extremely bloodthirsty.

He often kills people over trivial matters.

Although it was always better to be cautious in their situation, Mo Xuan's behavior was too radical, as if he was killing for the sake of killing.