A sword glowing blue slipped out of the Pope's sleeve, and he walked with the sword in his hand, confidently walking towards the haystack, and then shouted: "Come out! ”

"Wow!" With a sharp swing of the sword, it split the man-high grass in front of him in two, but the back was empty.

"What?" The Pope was stunned.

At this moment, another "Whoa!" came from beside him. ”

A figure jumped out of the haystack beside him, and this man held a pitch-black blade in his hand, the blade faced the sun, and seemed to carry the sun's brilliance, and then slashed down with a momentum like splitting the sky and the earth!

The Pope was also a military cultivator, and he reacted quickly, and he suddenly took a step back sideways, raising his sword to block the sword.

"Dang!"

The swords collided, making a crisp sound and bursting with brilliant sparks.

Because his right arm was still numb, Mo Zhiyu could only use the knife with his left hand to slash, but his knife was also extremely powerful, and after the ink knife slashed the Pope's blade, it also slashed down and slashed into the Pope's shoulder!

But the Pope, holding the sword in his hand in both hands, still stood still, only the blade did not enter the flesh on his shoulder, and did not hurt his muscles and bones, but left some blood. However, right in front of his eyes, where the swords met, he saw a crack on his blade, where the blade struck!

Unable to snort, Mo Zhiyu slammed down on the Pope's blade, and pulled up the blade of the ink knife in his hand with a "bang", making the Pope's shoulder a bloody blur, making the Pope couldn't help but snort, and a pair of eyes behind the golden mask stared painfully, full of bloodshots.

But the Pope endured the pain, and while Mo Zhiyu was drawing the sword, this force pushed the blade forward violently, and his body immediately retreated, removing the sword around Mo Zhiyu.

Knowing the Pope's intentions, Mo Zhiyu immediately swung his sword in pursuit, and the two sides passed a few more moves in an instant. Although the two of them now have no Yuan Force, they can only be regarded as ordinary people's tricks, but their own cultivation in swordsmanship and swordsmanship is still there, and their skills are still vigorous.

After another violent impact, a figure flew upside down, and a sharp sword stabbed into the ground, but it still retreated a long distance before stopping, this person was of course the Pope, and there were several more gaps in his body, but none of them hurt the roots.

The ink delirium also stopped and fell to the ground, he held the ink knife diagonally, but his wrist was already shaking uncontrollably.

"Humph!" The Pope snorted lightly and slowly stood up from the ground, "It's really worthy of the legendary military cultivation, and the Mo prince really deserves his name." But you only have one hand and a knife after all! The Pope suddenly raised his left hand, holding a Yuan Li gun in his hand, and the golden light of the gun flowed, ready to go, "Look at whether your knife is fast, or my gun is fast!" ”

But as soon as the Pope said this, his eyes showed surprise, because a long sword made of black jade had unconsciously pressed against the back of his neck. Yun Shi was pale, standing behind him expressionlessly, and her voice was cold: "Look at whether you are fast or my sword is fast!" ”

"When?" The Pope was amazed, and pointed his sword and gun at the sky in a gesture of surrender.

"When you think I'm just a useless formation cultivator." Yun Shi said extremely coldly.

"Good strategy, good Mr. Yunda. You've been showing weakness before, hiding behind Mo Zhiyu, and at most using Yuan Li Gong, which makes me think that you are just a powerless formation cultivator, and makes me think that as long as I subdue Mo Zhiyu, I can take down the two of you. So you deliberately led me and Mo Zhiyu to fight alone, in fact, you wanted to take me hostage.

Now that I think about it, my Dharma Protectors who interrogated you before were killed by the sword, but it wasn't the ink delirium that used the sword, it was you. The Pope smiled coldly, not looking flustered, "But, after all, there are only two of you, how long do you think this situation can be stalemate?" ”

Not far from them, a group of Hongtian Sect members had already taken their weapons and pressed over step by step, and their formations were gradually scattering to the side, wanting to surround Mo Zhiyu and Yun Shi again.

"It's a big deal!" Mo Zhiyu ran over in a few steps, directly snatched the sword and gun from the Pope's hand, and pressed the gun against the Pope's eyebrows.

Yun Shi also put away his sword, retreated to Mo Zhiyu's side, faced all the Hongtian Sect members, and said slowly, "You can take one more step forward, and we will send him to meet your god." ”

Yun Shi's bland words were enough to deterrent them, and the Hongtian Sect members naturally stopped, but the bows and crossbows in their hands, the Yuan Li Gun, and the other weapons were still firmly staring at the two people here, and they did not relax in the slightest.

Then Mo Zhiyu retracted the knife into the sheath, and put the Pope's sword and the Yuan Li Gong into the meson bag, and then he slowly turned, and the mouth of the Yuan Li Gong in his hand shifted from the center of the Pope's eyebrows to the back of the Pope's head, and then he whispered: "Go!" ”

The Pope raised his hands to the sides of his ears and turned forward very cooperatively, but his laughing voice came from behind the golden mask: "This trick is not very clever, I have already said that now the island is full of our people, do you think you can hold me hostage out of this island?" ”

"That's not something you have to worry about." Mo Zhiyu ruthlessly poked the Pope's head with the Yuan Li Gun, "If you talk nonsense again, beware of going off." ”

The Pope sneered again and continued: "It's not a child, so unintimidated. It's not that I'm worried about it, it's that you have to. Your right hand has been unable to use its strength since just now, and it was shot by our arrows, right? You have already been poisoned by our Hongtian Sect's unique poison, and if you don't heal it, your right hand will be useless! ”

But when he said this, a feather arrow appeared in front of him, Yun Shi was holding a Hongtian Sect arrow in his hand, the Pope looked at her inexplicably, and then saw Yun Shi stabbing the arrow into his shoulder that was still bleeding with an expressionless face, so painful that he couldn't help but hold the wound with his palm, and at the same time exclaimed and convulsed, almost kneeling to the ground.

The Pope's reaction immediately caused the Hongtian Sect members in the rear to exclaim, and Mo Zhiyu still pointed the Yuan Force Gun at the Pope's head, and turned his head to glare at the Hongtian Sect members, so that they still didn't dare to follow rashly.

(End of chapter)