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"one two Three!"

The demon soldiers let go of their restraints, and everyone at Linshuimen stepped into the barrier of avoidance.

At the same time, Gu Xuanyao pushed Ling Mochen out forcefully. Ling Mochen opened his eyes and jumped up from the bed. The Dragon Scale Sword was unsheathed, slashing out streaks of sword light, preemptively beheading the surrounding people before they could react. There were more than a hundred demon soldiers, and the formation of the demon soldiers suddenly became chaotic, and they retreated steadily in the face of Ling Mochen's fierce attack.

The avoidance barrier can last at most one day, Ling Mochen subconsciously led the magic soldiers out of the Linshui sect gradually.

"It's hit!"

Protector Mei was affected by the sword light, screamed, and retreated to Protector Qi, holding his injured left arm, with a horrified expression on his face.

"What are you panicking about!" Guardian Cui glared at Guardian Mei with hatred, "We have three thousand demon soldiers, no matter how powerful Ling Mochen is, he is still alone, if he can't beat him, he can also consume him to death!"

"Brother is right!" Guardian Mei nodded, and the two chased after the battle circle to an empty pasture.

Ling Mochen didn't use a drop of Ling's blood on his body, and he killed half of the demon soldiers with just a dragon scale sword.

Hearing the screams beside his ears, his cold eyes didn't have any ripples, as if he had turned into a cold-blooded killer. There were many injuries and bleeding on his body, but he didn't care about it at all, and his heart was burning with anxiety.

He remembered that Gongloujue was still by his side before he fell into a coma, but when he woke up, he found that Gongloujue was nowhere to be found. He guessed that Gongloujue must have gone to find the wisteria demon again, and that wisteria demon was full of tricks Can Gong Loujue deal with an extraordinary monster?

Anxious Ling Mochen wished to kill all the demon soldiers who were in the way immediately, his tricks became more and more fierce, and his spiritual and physical strength naturally consumed a lot.

After all, Ling Mochen is a body of flesh and blood, so the wheel tactics made him have no chance to relax, his body became more and more tired, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Seeing that Ling Mochen was so stubborn and refused to be captured without a fight, the remaining demon soldiers stopped procrastinating. Under the order of Guardian Cui, they quickly changed their strategy and divided into three offensives.

The first layer of magic shield defense, the second layer of melee combat, and the third layer of long arrow shooting trapped Ling Mochen in the "spirit descending array".

"All the demon soldiers obey the order and capture Ling Mochen alive!"

"Yes!"

All the demon soldiers took the lead, and the wind under their feet turned the encirclement smaller and smaller, and a black hurricane swept in immediately, and his vision was dim. I came to a conclusion in a short time: hit it with blood, and it will break.

Ling Mochen will not use this move "Rainbow Blade Light" unless it is absolutely necessary. This move is more energy-intensive than drawing a monster-slaying talisman, and it will definitely be exhausted due to excessive blood loss, but there is no other way right now , or be consumed to death by this wheel of battle, or desperately fight for a bloody path.

In the dim "spirit descending formation", a white light pierced the sky like lightning, and the sharp sword energy forcibly split a hole in the black hurricane.Ling Mochen quickly gathered his spiritual power, soaring into the sky, holding the Dragon Scale Sword tightly in his right hand, and swept the five fingers of his left hand, the sword was immediately filled with red blood.

The vigorous figure is as agile as a phoenix, leaping in mid-air quickly, raising the sword and making a dazzling rotation, the fierce white sword energy is immediately dyed crimson, turning into densely woven fire-colored flying needles, shooting straight down like a gust of rain .

"Not good! Hurry up!"

Protector Chi let out a cry, and fled like a rat with his head in his arms. In desperation, he escaped into the earth and only managed to save his life. He was so embarrassed.

But those demon soldiers who had no time to evade were not so lucky. Where the red flying needle passed, there was only a horrific hissing sound, one after another, deafening, and then turned into a cloud of black air and disappeared.

The "spirit descending formation" was broken immediately, and the formation had fallen to the ground in disarray, leaving only those demon soldiers holding the magic escape. They looked at Ling Mochen in horror, their eyes were more terrified than seeing a ghost .

terrible!Is this the ability of a top exorcist?It can instantly wipe out the demons!Although Ling Mochen's face was already pale at this time, and he knelt on the ground on one knee, the surviving demon soldiers were terrified and dared not step forward again.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the sharp pain from the fingertips tore at Ling Mochen's fragile nerves at this time, fighting with all his strength, coupled with the wounds on five fingers that were bleeding continuously, and the blood-losing body, Ling Mochen's eyes turned black in bursts , the Dragon Scale Sword could hardly be held, he could only rely on his tenacious perseverance to prevent himself from passing out.

That daredevil, who went to risk alone for his own sake, is now missing, and his life and death are uncertain. He is afraid that he has fallen into the hands of the wisteria demon. If he is one step later, will he...

Ling Mochen shook his head vigorously, no!I can't just fall down like this.

Under the terrified eyes of the demon soldiers, Ling Mochen braced his body and stood up, scaring the demon soldiers back again and again.

"Go for me! He is at the end of his strength now, and he is just holding on! Let's go together and take him down!"

Guardian Cui got out of the thick soil, his face was covered with stains, and he pointed at Ling Mochen and roared angrily.

"The Demon Lord has an order, those who dare to back off will be killed without mercy!" Protector Mei escaped from death, holding up a shield, and shouted angrily.

If you go forward, you may die, but if you retreat, you will definitely die. If the demon king punishes him, it will be as simple as being wiped out.That is the master who will let your body and soul go through the eighteen hells before letting you die!

After some weighing, those demon soldiers rushed forward as if desperate, and surrounded Ling Mochen again.

The spears were cold, and overlapped one after another, stabbing at Ling Mochen. Ling Mochen tried his best and rolled a few times on the spot, barely dodging the attack, but unexpectedly, he was attacked by the magic guardian and pierced through with a sword. His shoulder blades pinned him to the ground.

"Hmm..." Ling Mochen snorted, almost fainted from the pain, blood gushed out quickly, staining Ling Mochen's white clothes thoroughly.

"Hahaha... I see how hard you can hold on!"

Guardian Mei smiled triumphantly, but he didn't dare to get close to Ling Mochen, "You're really stubborn! You still don't want to faint, I don't want to be stained with your blood!"

After saying that, Guardian Mei tightly clenched the long sword in his hand, fiercely stirring in Ling Mochen's flesh and blood, and the sharp blade immediately made the sound of rubbing against the flesh and blood.

Ling Mochen was dripping with cold sweat on his aching forehead, but he clenched his teeth and refused to make any sound. He stared fixedly at Guardian Mei, his nerves stretched to the limit.

Just when he was about to pass out, he saw that Guardian Mei's long sword broke suddenly, and then spit out blood, and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Almost at the same time, a man in disheveled clothes descended from the sky, but he had no sharp weapon in his hand, only a rattan about three feet long, with sporadic light-colored flowers blooming on the rattan, which was obviously obtained locally.

Seeing the strong enemy coming, those demon soldiers immediately adjusted their formation and surrounded him.

The man landed safely, with a long body, and he used a set of phoenix feather whip technique to the fullest, beating those few demon soldiers crying and screaming, and running around.

A scream hit Ling Mochen's eardrums, leaving only a vague moon-white figure in front of his eyes, his body was numb from the pain, and his consciousness began to lose consciousness. He tried his best to open his eyes weakly, just when he was about to pass out , he felt a pair of strong hands supporting his body.

The man's fingertips were covered with a thin halo, and his palms covered the wound on Ling Mochen's back shoulder. The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, without leaving a single scar.

An unprecedented feeling came from his back shoulder, soothing all his pain one by one, the cells in his whole body seemed to be activated, and the pain immediately decreased, replaced by a refreshing breath surrounding him.

The body felt unprecedentedly relaxed, as if being in soft clouds, or bathed in warm sunlight, Ling Mochen let out a breath of foul air comfortably, and his consciousness gradually returned.

Only the Mu clan possesses this kind of healing power. Could it be...could it be...he is a member of the Mu clan?

Ling Mochen carefully looked at the man's face, and the memory vaguely emerged. When he was a child, Hong Yuan met, in the woods, the little boy with whom he promised to marry if he won or if he lost.

Mu Cunfeng!The third son of the Mu family, Mu Cunfeng!

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