Mo Zhidelusion saw that as soon as the third prince retreated, he knew that the third prince was a little timid, so in the martial arts duel, he had the upper hand in momentum, so he took advantage of the victory to chase and chased after him in one step.

And this third prince suddenly sneered, and raised his hand suddenly, but this time it was not a palm, but a bamboo cylinder slipped out of his sleeve.

"Rainstorm pear blossom needle?" Mo Zhiyu was shocked in his heart, he hadn't seen this kind of secret weapon for a long time. But his reaction was also more rapid, one dodged to the side, kicked up a table and hid, a series of sounds of "tuk tuk tuk" sounded on the table, and when Mo Zhiyu poked his head out again, the table was already full of silver needles.

And this silver needle is also reflected with blue light, which is poisonous!

"The son of a dignified family, he still uses this kind of thing?" Mo Zhi looked at the third prince with disdain.

The third prince's face was immediately ugly, and it was obvious that Mo Zhiyu's words had pierced the third prince's heart. The current era is the era of the family, and the family has all the knowledge, martial arts, and financial resources in this world, and it is more important to pay attention to the rules than more than two thousand years later. The people of the big family must behave above board, even if they are hypocrites, they can't let others catch them.

Therefore, the people of the family are the most disdainful of using any hidden darts, especially the "Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle", which is a very shady thing. If Mo Zhiyu and Chen Yun walked out of Qinjiabao alive today, then the third prince would definitely not be able to hide this matter today. So the third prince was ruthless, slapped his belt violently, and pulled out a soft sword from between his belt.

The soft sword shook like a long snake, and it stabbed straight into the heart of Mo Zhiyu.

Although the level of weapons was gradually perfected after 2,000 years, a high-quality weapon was still very good at increasing the force value 2,000 years ago. Moreover, Mo Zhiyu can clearly feel the cold chill on this sword, it seems that this sword is not an ordinary mortal soldier, but has a certain spirituality, it can be said to be the top of the mortal soldier level, and it is about to approach the level of a treasure soldier.

The third prince has the help of treasure soldiers, and his momentum and speed have been greatly improved. In the face of the attack of the third prince, he found that he couldn't raise the speed of the counterattack, so he could only hurriedly dodge the first sword of the third prince, and lifted a single stool next to him and smashed it at the third prince.

But obviously, this ordinary single stool will not have any effect, and the third prince smashed this single stool with a sword, and the cold air stimulated, and the single stool was shattered into pieces of ice flowers on the spot.

Mo Zhiyu originally planned to take advantage of the single stool to interfere with the third prince's field of vision, but there was no place on his body that dared to fight with this treasure soldier, so he could only use the sole of his shoe to kick the sword surface of the soft sword, but he was "dang" and bounced back, and the cold immediately spread from the sole of his shoe, making his entire sole unable to move in the blink of an eye.

"Hahaha!" Seeing that Mo Zhiyu was so embarrassed, the third prince immediately laughed arrogantly, and swung his soft sword towards Mo Zhiyu's head, murderous!

Mo Zhiyu was now frozen with one foot, and he could only move his body with the other foot, narrowly avoiding the sword of the third prince, and then he dodged all the way and smashed out the things around him indiscriminately, blocking the attack of the third prince as much as possible.

But after all, the things in this wine shop are limited, and they have been almost smashed during this fight, Mo Zhiyu ran all the way out, and soon there was nothing around him that could be used anymore, so he could only watch the third prince wave the software and slash over.

"Next!" Suddenly, a loud roar came from the other direction, and Mo Zhiyu looked over and saw Chen Yun throwing something at him, which was Chen Yun's long strip of wrapping.

What was in this package, Mo Zhiyu knew, so the feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Dang!" The long package accurately hit the soft sword of the third prince, deflecting the sword of the third prince, and smashing the sword that was originally stabbed into the heart of Mo Zhiyu only broke the clothes on Mo Zhiyu's shoulder, but the chill immediately spread from this gap.

But Mo Zhiyu also caught this long package.

The wrap collided with the soft sword, and the rags on the outside were suddenly frozen by the cold and turned into pieces of ice crystals, revealing a rusty remnant of the sword. But as soon as Mo Zhiyu grasped the remnant sword, he felt a surging force drill straight into his palm, and through the palm of his hand, it went straight to his heart.

This is the feeling of Tian'a Sword, and it can't be wrong!

The familiar feeling swept away the previous decline of Mo Zhiyu, and Mo Zhiyu held the remnant sword and confidently faced the soft sword of the third prince.

"Dang!"

A crisp and loud impact, in this impact, rust paintings and ice crystals were scattered, and in this impact, a second sound of "dang" sounded, and the third prince's treasure-level soft sword was actually interrupted in this collision!

The third prince was stunned, and felt his blood surging on the spot, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", splashing on Mo Zhiyu's shoulder. And Mo Zhiyu seemed to be prompted by this remnant sword to kill him, and this sword did not stop at all, and pierced straight into the heart of the third prince!

The third prince grabbed Mo Zhiyu's clothes tightly, staring at Mo Zhiyu with a surprised face, the vitality of these eyes was passing rapidly, and he couldn't believe that Mo Zhiyu dared to kill him until he died.

Mo Zhiyu didn't expect that he would not be able to hold his hand, he was just driven by this broken sword, and he just wanted to win this duel. However, since this remnant sword has such a strong killing intent, he can't control it, and it directly results in this third son.

Mo Zhiyu subconsciously drew his sword, and blood splashed half of his body, he frowned, and looked up at the group of gray-clothed people. It's not that he's afraid, he just thinks something is wrong.

He didn't know what kind of status this third prince had in Qinjiabao, but he was killing people from Qinjiabao on the street like this, would he still be able to leave this place?

The group of gray-clothed people were also stunned, they didn't expect such a thing to happen, but the first thing they thought of was not how to avenge the third son, but how to explain the death of the third prince to the above.

But they looked at Mo Zhiyu and Chen Yun, who had not yet escaped, and immediately gritted their teeth and made up their minds that they must push everything on these two out-of-town boys! So they immediately launched a fierce attack, besieging Mo Zhiyu and Chen Yun one by one, and they worked harder than before.

(End of chapter)