[Rebirth] Madam, stop pretending

Chapter 8

Su Yu couldn't get out even with a sword forced by his brother, so he could only run around the field, his hair was disheveled and his clothes were ragged, he was so embarrassed!

Bai Dao snickered as he watched, but the members of the Devil's Cult didn't feel ashamed, and they also watched with relish as you chased after me.

"I bet Su Yu will be stabbed within 5 moves." Hall Master Brown Xi said shaking his head.

Hall Master Ziji originally had a sneer on his face, but now he shook his head with a serious expression, "No, there are at least 10 more moves." And it was not because he couldn't dodge the opponent's moves, but because Su Yu's internal strength was weak at the moment, at most Another 10 strokes.

He glanced at Ling Mohan, but didn't see why from the other's calm expression.

Will the leader protect him?

This delay, three tricks have passed.

Su Yu also knew that he was about to exhaust himself. He looked at Wu Daoming, with a long sword in blue and a cold face. This was the best elder brother in the world to him.

He suddenly remembered a sentence he had read somewhere, that a person who practiced martial arts died under the sword of others, and he deserved to die.

It's not that he doesn't fight, can he still try to kill his brother?

When Su Yu thought about it, he let go instead, and simply threw the sword into the ground with his backhand, and took a step back to make way for the move.

Wu Daoming's sword made Huaxu volley in the air, the first half of the stance faltered, and then he went straight to the throat.Su Yu knew that he was pretending, and still cooperated to hide to the side.Who knew that Wu Daoming would no longer stick to the sword style when he saw that he knew something about the Wu family's swordsmanship after handing it over to him, but this time it became a real move, and Su Yu avoided it by accident.

However, there is one and no two.

The next trick is the first clear after the rain, straight to the heart.

Wu Daoming's sword was steady, accurate and ruthless, he squinted his eyes slightly, knowing that this time he had hit the target.

However, at the moment when the sword tip was about to pierce, Wu Daoming felt an external force suddenly push the sword body, the sword tip trembled, slipped a few inches, stabbed obliquely into Su Yu's chest, and then Bottom piercing.

"..."

Su Yu stood straight in the center of the field and took a deep breath.

"..."

Wu Daoming didn't withdraw his sword, he stared at Su Yu, and Su Yu also looked at him, the two of them stared wide-eyed for a while.

"... Dao Hua told me that he misses you very much." In the end it was Su Yu who spoke first.

He didn't know what to say, he just felt dizzy and hypoxic, and his thoughts gradually became confused.

The figure of my eldest brother in front of me gradually became blurred, and the originally cold and stern face seemed to gradually soften, becoming more and more like the doting and gentle appearance of the other party in the memory of a teenager a long time ago.

A sentence lingered on his lips, and Su Yu swallowed it mixed with blood with the remaining rationality.

Brother, I miss you very much.

Wu Daoming slowly drew out his sword, the blood was less blocked and sprayed out, staining his vision red.

He watched this beautiful young man collapse limply, and closed his eyes. For some reason, the last bewildered gaze of the other party made his heart skip a beat.

He seemed to see the attachment eyes of the boy in his memory a long time ago.

Wu Daoming was a little dazed.

He killed Daohua, but even if he died, Daohua would not come back to life.

He took a step back.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in front of him.On the Demon Cult's side, the man in black who was sitting in the middle suddenly jumped down from the high platform and was in front of Wu Daoming almost in the blink of an eye.

Wu Daoming was out of his mind, but Wu Youyu kept watching the situation on stage.Seeing that he was in danger at this moment, he immediately rushed to him, and slapped Ling Mohan with his palm.

He used [-]% of his internal strength in one palm, but Ling Mohan avoided it, stretched out his finger to touch his wrist, and lightly released [-]% of the opponent's strength.He then turned his fingers into palms to receive Wu Youyu's next move, picked up Su Yu who had fallen to the ground with his right hand, and retreated quickly with his strength.

At the edge of Su Yu's Qiaoxiao sword inserted on the ground, Ling Mohan draws the sword sideways, with a series of movements that are extremely fast.

Put your five fingers on the hilt of the sword, and when you raise your sword, you can hear a long howl from heaven and earth.

The mountain wind was violent, blowing his black robe and black hair, and in the next second, everything was silent.

This was very similar to when Su Yu had just faced Nangong Bei, but Ling Mohan's aura at this time was far from what Su Yu could match.

However, no one expected that his next move was to put the sword back into its sheath.

"..." Wu Youyu couldn't react.

"Do you still have internal strength?" Ling Mohan raised his eyes and looked directly at the other party.

"..." Wu Youyu's heart skipped a beat.

He just felt that the other party dodged too easily, and when he heard the other party's questioning, he checked his skills, but he didn't expect that all the internal energy in his body had disappeared at some point, so he couldn't help but secretly said bad.

Ling Mohan looked around, the people he looked at, those with low cultivation bases all trembled, and those with higher cultivation bases also felt a sudden shock in their hearts, thinking that this demon has a lot of skill, and should not be underestimated.However, under the suggestion of his eyes, most people subconsciously explored their own internal strength, and then, they all showed panic expressions on their faces.

"The Huai River, the left protector of our sect, has arrived in secret." Ling Mohan said indifferently, "The one among you is Xiaohuahong. Early death and late death only depends on the depth of skill, but if there is no antidote within three days, you will die suddenly."

This sentence caused Bai Daomeng to explode.

Xiaohuahong is a well-known poison in Jianghu, but it is rumored that it is only produced in the Western Regions, and few people in the Central Plains Wulin can get this poison.

Many people were skeptical about Ling Mohan's statement, but the leader of the Demon Cult didn't want to explain.He tapped Su Yu's big acupoints to stop the bleeding, and went back to the Demon Cult's camp.

Su Yu is only eighteen years old, not yet weak. His already stretched body bears the imprint of a teenager, and he leans on Ling Mohan powerlessly, as if he is extremely dependent.His head was tilted, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, his eyes were quietly closed, and his eyelashes were long and black.

This person is indeed beautiful, but after being injured and unconscious, he looks even weaker and pitiful.

However, his performance on Bafang Stage was quite different from Ling Mohan's previous impression of Su Yu.

The previous Su Yu was soft and beautiful, but she had no appearance.

Ling Mohan pulled out a trace of internal energy to enter his body to investigate, and couldn't help frowning.

He didn't care about Bai Dao, but Bai Dao himself was already in a mess.Some people advocated that Ling Mohan was bluffing, while others felt that in order to be conservative, they should believe what the Demon Cult said.

They were in a mess when they suddenly heard the shouts of killing from behind the team.Turning around to watch, I saw a group of men and horses wearing blue cloth clothes coming up from the forest, and someone in the front picked up a blue flag with a big Huai character written on it.

The troops from Zuo Dharma Huaishui actually arrived!

This was the thought in the hearts of all Demon Cult members present.

On the other side of Baidao, everyone looked even worse.

Ling Mohan glanced at them, and said indifferently, "If you retreat down the mountain at this time, you will give me the antidote."

"..." Bai Taoist looked at each other.

Just when everyone was undecided, in Nanjianmen, the injured Nangongbei took a step forward panting, and asked, "I don't know, my three brothers from Nanjianmen..."

"If you retreat down the mountain at this time, it will be returned to you intact."

Nangong Bei glanced at the senior brother beside him, saw the senior brother nodded, and cupped his hands at Ling Mohan, "Can we let our senior brothers meet now..."

Ling Mohan looked up at him, "Don't you think your request is too much?"

"..." Nangong Bei's hair stood on end when he saw him, but he still insisted on standing there without taking a step back.

Ling Mohan's eyes were slightly concentrated, until Nangongbei felt that he was almost unable to stand, then he turned his gaze away.

"Forget it." He said to Hall Master Ziji beside him, "Bring them up."

After a while, Hall Master Ziji came up with three haggard men with disheveled hair and healthy limbs.Seeing that his senior brothers were safe, Nangongbei didn't care about the reaction of the Demon Church, so he rushed out to help them back to their own camp.

After he brought the man back, he let out a sigh of relief, and then bowed his hand to the Demon Cult Fang.

"Since the leader held his hand high, Nanjianmen will step down first." He ignored the ugly faces of Wu Daoming and others, and continued, "I hope the leader will keep his promise and give us the antidote."

Ling Mohan frowned impatiently, "I never break my promise."

The people from Nanjianmen went down the mountain without stopping, and those members of the Demon Cult who went up the mountain later did not stop them.This move was like a signal that the next one to choose to withdraw was Qiqin Pavilion.The current owner of the Qiqin Pavilion is the one who just proposed to believe in the words of the Demon Cult. Since some people have already taken the first step, if there are timid and fearful people, they will not be able to buckle their hats, so the Qiqin Pavilion will naturally hurry down the mountain.

If there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are three.The Wu family was the last one.

"If you don't leave, do you want to die on top of my sect?" Hall Master Ziji sneered, "I'm sorry, but we don't want to take care of your corpses yet."

Wu Youyu's face turned pale from anger, but Wu Daoming rushed to speak before him.

"I wonder if everyone can take Daohua's body..."

His words were silenced in Ling Mohan's sight.

"Wu Daohua." The leader of the Demon Cult said coldly, "Since he is already a member of the Demon Cult, he will be buried in it."

Wu Daoming wanted to say more, but was dragged back to his camp by Wu Youyu.

Wu Youyu was angry in his heart, and he kept everything secret. Originally, he wanted to leave a good reputation when he besieged the Demon Cult, and he didn't want to steal chickens and lose money.If I had known earlier, it would be better to attack the mountain directly regardless of 21.

He was unwilling and disappointed, but knew that there was no other way but to retreat now.Do dozens of them still want to fight with swords and swords like people who don't know martial arts?

Everyone in the Demon Cult also knew what he was thinking, and they all sat there leisurely, as if they were not in a hurry.

Among this group of people, Ling Mohan was the most impatient.

He was still holding Su Yu in his arms, and he felt that the breathing of the other party was getting weaker and weaker, and it was disturbing to listen to it intermittently.The leader was in a bad mood, and stood up holding the person in his arms.

Wu Youyu's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at him vigilantly, but Ling Mohan walked away without even looking at him.

"..."

"Don't leave again." Hall Master Ziji pointed at the member of the Demon Cult who was standing behind them, and said with a smile, "I can order to kill, huh?"

Behind Suzaku Peak, Qinglong Peak.

Between the two peaks, a fine lock is connected.

Ling Mohan held Su Yu in his arms, as light as a feather, just like a breeze blowing by, he carried Su Yu across the long chains.

There are quite a few people on Qinglong Peak.

In the incident four days ago, Bai Dao attacked the mountain, two of the six hall masters died and four were injured.The remaining two intact ones were ordered by Ling Mohan to immediately take a group of congregants to Qinglong Peak after the match with Bai Dao at the evening of the day before yesterday. .

There were originally ten thin locks connecting Qinglong Peak and Vermilion Bird Peak, but now the remaining nine have been cut off, leaving only this one as a retreat for those who are still staying at the main altar today.

As soon as Ling Mohan arrived at Qinglong Peak, the news immediately reached the ears of the other two hall masters.However, he did not explain the situation to these people, and went straight to the residence of Elder Suhua on Qinglong Peak.

Elder Suhua is one of the four elders in the sect, and he is proficient in both medicine and poison.He originally lived in Qinglong Peak, and now his small courtyard is full of injured congregants. Elder Suhua looked through this and looked at that. His posture was not at all like seeing a doctor, but more like picking vegetables in a vegetable market.

Ling Mohan hugged Su Yu and pushed the door in, startling Elder Suhua who was picking vegetables.

Although he sometimes made fun of the young leader, he respected him very much.

But when he saw the person in the arms of the leader, Elder Suhua couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Ling Mohan didn't look at the weird expression on his face, and didn't talk nonsense with him. He carefully placed Su Yu on the bed, frowned, and said coldly, "Help me."