[Rebirth] Madam, stop pretending

Ling Mohan stood in the same place and looked at Xiao Ruochen. He didn't turn his head, but he still heard the footsteps of Jiang Hongye and Huaishui behind him.

"Guess why I'm not in a hurry?" Xiao Ruochen stood where he was, and asked with a faint smile.

Ling Mohan didn't speak.

"Jiang Hongye ran away and ran away. She was annoyed to look at her, and because of the master's words, she couldn't be killed. If I let it go, I would be a little unwilling. This time I was taken away by you, it's nothing...but I can't let you go." Xiao Ruochen looked at Ling Mohan and said with a smile, "Do you want to know the reason?"

Ling Mohan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said coldly, "You talk a lot today."

"I'm in a good mood." Xiao Ruochen said frankly, "First of all, if you die, the Demon Cult suddenly loses its leader, and we might be able to turn defeat into victory under the chaos... Although it is a matter of the Black Fire Sect, I don't care. Too much concern. Second..." He stared at Ling Mohan, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and said, "It's hard to find an opponent."

He paused, then smiled lightly, "The first time I saw you three years ago, I knew I could wait until this day."

"Three years ago, my skills were inferior to others." Ling Mo said coldly, "In the past three years, I have practiced hard in closed doors. Fortunately, I have learned what it means to be able to send and receive freely."

"I know...you are very different from before. How much different is it? Just let me try!"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, the sound of gold and jade was the scimitar in his hand unsheathed.

Ling Mohan remained motionless, raised his right hand lightly, the Qiaoxiao sword was attached to the scabbard, and blocked the first cut.

Xiao Ruochen raised his eyebrows, the sword and the scabbard collided, and sparks burst out, he used his strength to back up, only to see Ling Mohan's right thumb pick up the hilt, and the Qiaoxiao sword came out of the sheath with a clang.

From this moment on, Ling Mohan's body skills suddenly picked up speed, his sword path was cold and sharp, but he didn't make a sound.

Su Yu took two steps back to the side.

He squinted his eyes slightly, knowing that Ling Mohan did not show mercy when he confronted him in the desert.

But he still felt that something was wrong before, and only now did he realize that it was killing intent.

This is a life-and-death struggle, and since the first time Ling Mohan and Xiao Ruochen fought, there was no chance of turning around.

Only this time, Su Yu felt that he was still worried, but not very nervous.

Maybe it's because he finally saw clearly the two people's coming and going moves, or because he knew this was... the last time.

He shook the sword at his waist.

If Ling Mohan loses, at least he can stop Xiao Ruochen this time and fight him to the death. Although there is a huge difference in strength, Xiao Ruochen and Ling Mohan have fought for so long... If they are still alive, there is probably not much left Strength, is it still possible to fight to the death?

If Ling Mohan wins... Well!Then he can go up and make up two knives!

It's really good on both sides.

Thinking of this, Su Yu shook his head again.

He was glad that he could still find enough reasons for himself to stay.

He hadn't been distracted for a long time, and suddenly came back to his senses, and saw that the place where the sword passed was a mess in the hall, Xiao Ruochen and Ling Mohan felt that they couldn't use their moves in the hall, and they had already left the hall door between advancing and retreating.Wherever they passed, the floor was rolled up, bricks and tiles were flying, and blood was dripping. Neither of them took advantage of the other. With each knife and sword, the faster and the harder, it seemed that they formed a world of their own.

Ling Mohan knew he had to make a quick decision.

This was in the Sacred Flame Sect, who came back without knowing when. Although Xiao Ruochen would not be besieged at that time, it would be really difficult for him and Su Yu to leave.

However, there are some things that cannot be rushed, and the more urgent, the more mistakes will occur.

Ling Mohan knew this very well, so even though he knew it had to be quick, he was not in a hurry.

Three years ago, when he fought Xiao Ruochen for the first time, he felt that the opponent's sword was like a shooting star chasing the moon, and his sword was like a torrential flood, unstoppable.

To this day, although I still feel that the saber technique is exquisite, it's just... mediocre.

It's really not a big talk to win or lose by [-] or [-] points.

When martial arts is advanced to a certain level, it is like a container filled with water, which seems to be unable to expand any longer. Whether it can go further depends not only on talent, hard work, but also on chance and coincidence.

It may take a year, ten years, or a lifetime to cross this hurdle.

At this time, if your martial arts are overtaken by others, there is nothing to say.If someone overtakes him, he can only say that his luck is bad.

Xiao Ruochen swung Ling Mohan's sword away and retreated quickly, thinking that fortunately he was only the former.

This move has a move to fight, and the swords collide again and again.It makes people... blood boil!

The curved hook of the silver moon swung to break the yin and yang, and the sword was cold, frosty and snowy, and suddenly there was a storm.

Xiao Ruochen started to fight, but he actually brought a smile. The more sword wounds he had, the bigger his smile became, and he finally couldn't help shouting, "Okay... Ling Mohan! It's really fun!"

"Of course." Ling Mo said coldly, the two of them had equal martial arts skills, so naturally they had a lot of fun fighting.

"In fact, I never understood." Xiao Ruochen circled Ling Mohan's long sword with a saber, Ling Mohan turned his wrist without turning his face, and flipped it to suppress the incoming scimitar with a clever smile, only to hear Xiao Ruochen continue, "The Demon Cult, the Demon Cult... ...This name is more deviant than my Holy Flame Sect! Since you have already called it a demon, what you are doing now...but you can't bear this name at all."

"Demons, they just do what they want," Ling Mo said coldly, "If you dare to love, dare to hate... kill when you need to."

"Ha! Isn't that the case in this Jianghu? Is there anyone who dares to love and hate and kill what he deserves!"

"It's very different from Baidaomeng."

"We don't look at justice, we only look at people. If it is a big evil person, as long as there is something good, I like it, and I will protect it. Even if a good person offends me and touches what shouldn't be done, no matter how many good things he has done This is definitely not the right way." Ling Mohan's sword kept moving, but his voice paused, and he said in a low voice, "I'm afraid this point... can't be changed."

"It's not a bad thing!" Xiao Ruochen laughed loudly, "You can only live for a hundred years, so you can do whatever you like, who cares?"

"I'm different from you." Ling Mo said coldly, "I still know that a hundred years is short and life is not easy."

"What do you want to say?" Xiao Ruochen raised his eyebrows, Ling Mohan stabbed flat with his sword, and the sword light drew a trailing tail, hitting Xiao Ruochen's scimitar.

Since the two started fighting, they have clashed with swords and swords more than a hundred times, but this time, Xiao Ruochen had a different intuition.Between lightning and flint, he was facing Shang Ling Mohan's cold and flat gaze.

Alarm bells rang out in Xiao Ruochen's heart, he took a step back, and with a flick of his thumb, he wanted to withdraw the saber and retreat, just as the sword separated, Ling Mohan took advantage of the situation to attack again, but Xiao Ruochen wanted to advance and retreat first, and took another step back.In his eyes, the sword in Ling Mohan's hand pointed straight at his heart three inches away. Although it was fast, it was impossible to shorten these three inches—Xiao Ruochen smiled slightly, retreated, and stretched out his left hand to stop Ling Mo Han's sword, the dagger in his right hand slid across a semi-circular arc, and struck the back of Ling Mohan's neck.

His left hand hadn't touched Ling Mohan's sword yet, but he felt a chill in his heart.

Xiao Ruochen was stunned.

He looked down subconsciously, and saw Ling Mohan's long sword stuck in his heart.

"You...?" Xiao Ruochen blinked, looked at Ling Mohan again, and said strangely, "...this is..."

Ling Mohan drew his sword back and did not speak.

"Your sword is faster than I imagined and saw...why?"

Ling Mohan frowned and said nothing.

Xiao Ruochen understood his expression, and smiled, "You don't know?!" He paused, the blood flowed too much and too fast, Xiao Ruochen swayed, and couldn't help but feel a little dark in front of his eyes.

If you lose, you lose... He watched Ling Mohan flick the blood on the sword and sheathed Qiao Xiao. He couldn't help but look at the scimitar in his hand. Just as he was about to speak, Su Yu suddenly ran away from the side. Come out, pulled Ling Mohan and said, "Master!" He shouted, "Go!"

Ling Mohan was startled, the gate of the courtyard suddenly opened, and the disciples of the Holy Flame Cult rushed in.However, when they saw the scene in the courtyard, they were all stunned for a while.

"...Sovereign Master!" Who knows who shouted first, the tone was panicked but even more angry, followed by the sound of swords being drawn out of their sheaths.

Su Yu and Ling Mohan had already entered the main hall at this time, followed by the members of the Holy Flame Cult. Although their martial arts were not as good as Ling Mohan's, but there were so many of them, each of them was a little bit red-eyed. Yu pushed behind him, but saw Su Yu suddenly drew his sword and smiled at him.

Ling Mohan's expression darkened, but finally he didn't pull Su Yu behind him.

The two fought and retreated, and entered the tunnel all the way.

The corridor was so long that it was so dark that you couldn't see clearly. Ling Mohan held Su Yu back. Because the corridor was very narrow, the two of them were very close, and they couldn't use it. There were only three or four people who really fought against Su Yuling Mohan, and the two of them walked for an unknown distance, when they suddenly heard footsteps coming from ahead.

"..." Su Yu paused, wondering if the Sacred Flame Sect knew where the exit was and thus blocked them in?

"Don't be afraid." Ling Mohan whispered.

"Not afraid..." Su Yu smiled, "Anyway, we're just going to die together."

"..." Ling Mohan slightly tightened his grip on his hand.

The footsteps ahead were getting faster and faster, but not too much, Ling Mohan frowned, and suddenly raised his voice, "Who?"

"……I!"

"...Brother?!" Su Yu couldn't help shouting.

Wu Daoming hummed, and said anxiously, "Go back, there is still half the way, go quickly, something happened to the Holy Flame Sect..."

"Xiao Ruochen is dead." Ling Mohan said concisely.

"You guys are tired too, I'll be the queen..." Wu Daoming pulled Ling Mohan and Su Yu behind him, and said.The three of them walked for another stick of incense, and suddenly their eyes lit up, and they saw a dense forest outside, and Huaishui was standing at the exit to meet them.

"Fortunately, the exit is in a dense forest, so it's easy to run..." Huai Shui couldn't help but said, the four of them hid in the bushes like the wind, and walked out with [-]% luck.

"The caravan is outside." Wu Daoming said quickly, and after running not far, he saw the caravan that came with Wu Daoming parked outside.The people who were chasing by the Sacred Flame Sect behind were thrown away halfway in the dense forest. Several people quickly got into the car, and someone whipped a whip quickly, and the mighty caravan of 30 people rushed away like desperately. go.

"...Is this okay?" Su Yu couldn't help looking back.

"The Chollima was specially selected." Wu Daoming smiled, "The bodyguards of these caravans are also selected from the Wu family." He paused, looked at Ling Mohan, and frowned, "But your injury..."

"No hurry." Ling Mohan said flatly, Su Yu didn't listen to him, reached out and tore off his clothes to bandage him, while asking, "Jiang Hongye... Where's mother?"

"The car in front." Wu Daoming paused, "You haven't told her yet?"

"...No." Su Yu shook his head, pulled the gauze, wrapped Ling Mohan's wound tightly, and thought for a while, "...I haven't thought about what to say."