I want it all

Su Lang ignored it, pulled the reins directly, put his legs between the horse's belly, shouted "drive", and left in the dust.

Before running ten feet away, a red rein appeared out of the yellow sand, very abruptly.Even Su Lang was caught off guard and failed to deal with it in time, causing the steed to trip over, so that both the man and the horse fell out violently.

The moment he flew out of the horse, he reacted, let go of the reins, held the broad sword, turned over deftly in the air, and after a few twirls, knelt down on one knee and landed steadily.

At the same time, the broad sword was unsheathed, and he threw the scabbard away when it was in the air, and fell into the yellow sand before him.

"Woo——" the steed fell to the ground, rolled a few times in the sand, neighed in pain, and struggled to stand up, but it was difficult for a while.

Su Lang didn't talk nonsense, and knew that if he didn't fight Mo Wuya, he might not be able to escape, so he stood up and drew his sword without the slightest hesitation, and was not affected by the previous conversation.

Whether it is a soft sword, a nine-jointed whip, or a broad sword in his hand, he has made it perfect. Every weapon in his hands, no matter what it looked like before, becomes exquisite and magnificent when it moves, and it couldn't be more beautiful.

Mo Wuya didn't expect Su Lang to react so quickly. After pulling the rope and tripping the other party, he thought Su Lang would react for at least a moment.

But when the sound of the sword whistled in his ears, he remembered to raise the sword and tried to swing the broad sword to the front door.

In the end, the person who was slow for a moment was actually himself!

"Chong-"

When the two sharp swords exchanged, the sputtering sparks almost fell into Mo Wuya's eyes.

In order to be easy to accommodate others, Su Lang has maintained an extremely thin body since he was a child, but his inner strength is rarely matched by others. Therefore, under the abundant and majestic inner strength, the broad sword firmly suppressed Mo Wuya's black sword, Although he is thinner and weaker than the other party, he is far less strong than the other party.

There is still energy left.

Mo Wuya is too old, he is in a corner, there is no strong enemy to fight against, his skills are not as good as before, and he has regressed a lot.

It won't take much time to defeat such a person.

Su Lang shifted his center of gravity to the left side, stood still, raised his right leg, distributed part of his internal strength, and kicked Mo Wuya's abdomen violently, doing his best.

These changes in movements are completed in the blink of an eye, and it doesn't take half a breath.The judgment on Mo Wuya was even earlier than the kick, and it was completed at the moment when the weapons met, and then the next move was connected.

Shot, anticipation, hand-to-hand, judgment, conversion and connection of internal force.

All the movements are firmly engraved in the marrow of his bone marrow. He has exchanged countless sweat and blood day and night since he was a child.

Mo Wuya is neither a genius like Shen Feiyun nor Su Lang who has worked so hard to study. If he persists, whether he can survive ten tricks under Su Lang's hands is a problem.

But he was not discouraged and panicked, he raised his eyes and smiled contemptuously at Su Lang, showing a strange expression.

Su Lang's heart trembled, and the moment before he kicked the opponent's abdomen with his right leg, a tall and burly man suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes.

"Damn..." Su Lang breathed a sigh of relief, quickly took a step back, and lowered his head to observe the pothole in front of him.

It's no wonder that Mo Wuya's skills are not as good as his, and instead of relying on hundreds of congregants, he wants to fight him alone. It seems that he not only wants to fulfill the agreement, but also has confidence in himself.

Although this is a barren land with yellow sand all over the field, the sight is just billowing dust, but it is densely covered with traps, and there is no inside story.

Where Mo Wuya was originally standing, a pothole appeared inexplicably. It seemed that the opponent did not choose a place to stand at random, but knew that there was a mechanism here.

The sand on the outside is still falling into the pothole. Hearing the sound of falling to the bottom, the hole seems to be not shallow and not small. It seems that there must be a hole in the bottom.

"I finally know why you defeated Senior Brother Qi." Su Lang sighed softly, "You have some skills, but what's the fun of hiding underground like a mouse that can't see the sun?"

Words drifted in the wind and dust, without any response.

Really calm.

Su Lang focused on two tasks, on the one hand paying attention to the changes in all directions, on the other hand thinking about how to provoke Mo Wuya.

Now I am in the light, and the enemy is in the dark.Even though he has superb martial arts skills and is confident that he can easily win with swordsmanship and internal strength alone, he still can't resist knowing Mo Wuya's whereabouts, and he is always exposed to the opponent's eyes.

"Have you found the little devil's bones?" Su Lang said indifferently, "I killed him with a soft sword, sealed his throat with a sword, and then hit his big acupuncture points all over his body to ensure that he walked peacefully, and the pain was only for a moment. For this, you should be very grateful to me."

To practice the art of disguise, before imitating the behavior of others, you must first suppress and abandon yourself.

Su Lang has always been tolerant and good at perceiving people's hearts. He only wants to solve the troubles in front of him when he speaks and does things. The sooner the better, he seldom reveals himself like he did in front of Shen Feiyun.

He grasped the fact that Mo Wuya loves his son like his life, and deliberately said some stupid things, trying to provoke him.

"I've heard a lot of facts about his cruelty. He treats people like livestock. If he doesn't like him, he will do all kinds of harm. There are only punishments that I don't know about. There is nothing he can't do.

"This kind of person died painlessly. I regretted it for several days. I only regretted that I didn't cut off his delicate skin and tender flesh with a sword, so that he could taste it too."

Su Lang finally heard the movement, looked to the southwest, and kept talking.

"When he died, his eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe that he would be defeated and die. Maybe he was sheltered by you, or maybe you were too poor in martial arts and didn't teach him well, while the mob below praised him too much. Let him have the illusion that he can go anywhere.

"Unexpectedly, after he stumbled, he had no chance of turning over. I crushed him to death in the woods, scratched his face with random scratches, and threw him into the cold pool."

Su Lang had already found Mo Wuya's location, and said calmly, "You said you didn't figure it out until a few months later, and you also knew that he died under Su Yufeng. When his body was found, everyone would have died..."

Before he finished speaking, the soil and sand under his feet began to sag.

He stepped on the swallow three times and flew to the southeast, two or three times, and before Mo Wuya realized that he was running away, he had already stabbed his sword into the yellow sand.

The yellow sand began to sink, and from the sound of the sand falling to the ground, he could distinguish the sound of Mo Wuya running, so he withdrew his sword and flew away from the place with light kung fu.

"Run away again..." Su Lang shook his head and sneered, "If you are a bit angry, just come up and suffer your death. You said before that you seem innocent, but in my opinion, it may not be true. You and Mo The two of Tingfeng really deserve to die."

While speaking, he followed Mo Wuya and ran towards Bie Xue Winery.When he got under the red flag, he stood still and stopped moving forward.

The moment he stopped, a transparent net flew down from the roof.

Su Lang immediately realized that the first time he stabbed Mo Wuya, the other party was provoked by him, his emotions fluctuated too much, and his breath was exposed under the excitement.

And the sound of running for the second time could be heard through the floor, probably because Mo Wuya did it on purpose to invite you into the urn and lead him into Biexue Winery.

While thinking, his legs were faster than his brain, and he turned and flew towards the back of the restaurant.

To his surprise, a snare had already flown out of the cloth shed on the diagonally back, which was about to trap him and take him down.

The nets coming from all sides are made of Yashan mulberry silk, which is colorless and transparent.And because the silk-spinning colorless silkworms are born on the ancient mulberry, the ancient mulberry is located on the top of the cliff, and it is exposed to wind and rain day and night.

Therefore, silk can be integrated with the wind and snow, and it flies in the air without making a sound, making it difficult for people to detect it. It can't be discovered until it is caught in the net, but it is too late.

There are nets on all sides, only the red silk under his feet can provide refuge for Su Lang, so he luckily tried his best to step down.

Just now, Mo Wuya ran past below, which meant that there must be a way underneath!

"It's useless." The voice came from behind the door of Bie Xue Winery.

Mo Wuya slowly opened the wooden door, expressionless, not proud of catching Su Lang.

As he said, there is not much time left for him, because of the violent use of internal force, the profound fire poison broke out, and his face and hands turned black.

When he opened his mouth to speak, black and red blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Su Lang was trapped by the Yashan Sangsi net, Sangsi was indestructible, and the broad sword combined with extreme internal strength was unable to shake it at all.

Sang's silk net got tighter and tighter, twisting Su Lang into a ball.

"What did you say before?" Mo Wuya held the nine-section whip in his left hand and the sword in his right, and approached Su Lang slowly.

Every time he uttered a word, a mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he let it go and didn't deal with it.

His eyes only stayed firmly on Su Lang, as if at the last moment of his life, there was nothing worthy of his attention in the whole world, except Su Lang.

Mo Wuya smiled lightly, until the wrinkles at the end of his eyes were squeezed together, but he spoke calmly.

"You said just now that Ting Feng died painlessly, and you regretted it for several days. You only regretted that you didn't cut off his delicate skin and tender flesh with a sword, so that he could taste it too, didn't you?"

"Yes." Su Lang didn't show weakness. Even if he was trapped and fell to the ground, he still looked directly at Mo Wuya, admitting the words that could make Mo Wuya go crazy.

"If I die later," Mo Wuya sighed, "but I don't treat you well as you said, I will die with regret, and I will have no peace in the underworld."

Having said that, he laughed.

"You really understand our father and son. The way I teach people really makes life worse than death. I only love a few people in my life, and the rest are ants in my eyes. Mere ants, death is not a pity, only a strange death, No matter how tragic the death is, it can be regarded as the final value of the ants."

"How can a person be an ant? How can an ant be blamed?" Su Lang was neither humble nor overbearing. Even in the face of life and death, he still responded calmly and calmly.

Mo Wuya didn't talk nonsense anymore, he directly hit Su Lang with a whip, then cut his flesh with his sword, and said with satisfaction: "Now I will cut your thin skin and tender flesh with a sword. Wouldn't you praise the old father's kindness in avenging his son?"

Su Lang's lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were full of coldness, he didn't move, he didn't say a word, he just watched Mo Wuya go mad.

The author has something to say: This is Mo Wuya's true face.

When writing this chapter, I felt that Su Lang's mouth was very cheap, and after thinking about it, Shen Feiyun's mouth was also quite cheap.The two are quite a good match, as expected, what kind of pot goes with what kind of cover.

Su Lang was cold-hearted, Shen Feiyun had no dust under his eyes, they were a perfect match.