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Mo Zhiyu was still retreating, he put his two knives together, grabbed another horse bandit with one free hand, threw it at the big boss with all his strength, blocking the remaining rain of arrows, and shouted loudly: "Suha! ”

The entourage around the big boss all stopped and looked at their leader. Suhara, which means "heavenly duel" in the Shepherd language, is a one-on-one duel of life and death, the highest duel among the shepherd warriors.

"Suhara." There was a muffled sound behind the mask, and the big boss jumped off his horse, and he answered the duel.

The big boss walked out slowly, I don't know if it was because he was too burly, every step he took was heavy, as if he was about to sink into the sand. He looked at Mo Zhiyu, and slowly, grasped the hilt of the big knife behind his back.

Mo Zhiyu licked his somewhat dry lips, an excited smile appeared on his face, he was about to rush out, but he heard a person shouting behind him, and rushed directly in front of him, it turned out to be Peng Zhixiong!

The momentum that had just accumulated was suddenly discharged, and Mo Zhiyu spat and foamed: "Meow! This kind of person who waits for others to rush out to grab the boss after brushing the mob is the most annoying. Then he dissatisfiedly cut down several of the horse bandits behind him.

And over there, the big boss pulled out the machete on his back and swung it forward, and fought with Peng Zhixiong. Mo Zhiyu dealt with the horse bandits around him while looking at the situation over there.

Mo Zhiyu felt that there were faint fluctuations in the tricks on the body of this great master, and it was the Great Perfection of the Condensation Yuan Period. However, the endurance, resistance and explosiveness he has shown in the fight against Peng Zhixiong now are far beyond this stage, and he has not fallen behind at all.

Obviously, Peng Zhixiong's punch had the power of ten thousand jun, but the hit on the big boss only made the muscles tremble. On the contrary, Peng Zhixiong needs to rely on the advantage of physical cultivation to dodge the attack of the big boss, the big knife of the big boss is not used to cut people, but to hit people, and every swing makes a big hole in the sand.

"This is called no Yuan Force?" Emptying the enemy around him, he paused to rest, untied the string from the hilt, and tied his hand to the hilt.

"The detection of the spell seal bonus is derived from the unknown worship of 'shamanic witchcraft', and it is not the Yuanli cultivation lineage passed down by the Emperor Chentian." Systems analysis.

"Oh, it comes with a buff. Coincidentally, so did I. Mo Zhiyu stuffed two pills into his mouth, swallowed one, and then looked at Peng Zhixiong, who was a little embarrassed, "That guy, it's really delaying the time for others to clear customs." ”

And Peng Zhixiong over there was negligent and was beaten out by the big boss. This blow was terrible, Peng Zhixiong's body fell straight to the ground, and bounced up a few more times before stopping. Even the Yuan Li cultivator, who was stronger than ordinary people, couldn't bear it now, and he could only get up slowly. The swordsmen next to them were all trembling, and even the Yuanli monks couldn't deal with it, what else could they do?

And the big boss won't give Peng Zhixiong time, he rushed over before raising his sword, and he was about to swing his knife and cut it down.

At this moment, a short sword flew and took the head of the big boss, and the big boss angrily blocked it with a return knife, and then saw a smiling young man.

Mo Zhiyu raised a knife, pointed it at him, and shouted, "Your Suha object is me." ”

The big boss roared violently, and the sound was not like a human, but more like a beast. He rushed towards Mo Zhiyu, it was a very explosive rush, and Mo Zhiyu also roared and rushed towards him, the two met instantly, and one staggered!

"Dang!" Sparks flew from the intersection of weapons.

Mo Zhiyu jumped away with his strength, blocking in front of the swordsmen, his arm shaking a few times, and the back of his hand glowed with a pale silver light. He stared at the beast of the great master like a hunter, and without looking back, he shouted to the swordsmen: "Uncle Dawa, retreat with the people!" ”

"No, you can't!" Dawa yelled, "We can't leave you behind! Come with us, you can't beat it! ”

"Listen to me, go!" Mo Zhiyu watched the big boss approaching his side, and hurriedly shouted out again, "If you don't leave, you'll die, don't drag me back!" ”

Peng Zhixiong, who was helped up by the swordsmen, was the first to react, saying that the people of Tianjian Mountain must have a way to save their lives, so he forced Dawa and the others to flee for their lives.

"You, companion, have abandoned you." On the mask of the big boss, a pair of soybean-like eyes jumped, and he spoke in an unskilled Donglu language, and his words were full of mockery.

"That way, no one gets in the way." Mo Zhiyu clenched his swords, and his eyes glowed with the color of gold and fire.

The big boss was stunned for a moment, then shouted and rushed towards Mo Zhiyu. Mo Zhi raised his sword to block, and immediately realized that although this manpower was strong, it had not yet reached the point where the Yuan Li martial artist could not bear it. He suddenly had a bad guess in his heart, that Peng Zhixiong shouldn't disturb the army's morale at this time, right? What good did the swordsmen do with their heavy casualties?

One, two, three, after three slashing attacks, Mo Zhiyu suddenly rushed forward, raised his knife and brushed the waist of the horse bandit, forcing the horse bandit to quickly block the vertical knife at his waist, and the "Dang Chang" machete and the saber rubbed a blazing spark, and Mo Zhiyu also took the opportunity to escape from the shrouded area of the big boss's machete.

This meeting surprised the entourage of the big boss, and they talked about it all the time, no one could have imagined that such a young man would be able to force their leader to return to defense, not even the previous Yuanli monk, no wonder he would kill the second master.

Mo Zhiyu stepped back and asked the system in his heart, "How long is it?" ”

"Half an hour."

"Hurry up." He responded in his heart, and then yelled, "It's my game now!" ”

In his field of vision, a clear golden dot lit up on the machete of the big boss. Mo Zhiyu rushed over, spun his body sideways, and slashed at the horse bandit like a windmill with his twin blades.

While! While! While!

Each blow collided with fierce sparks, and each saber slashed at the same place as the machete's blade.

Of course, Mo Zhiyu was not recklessly slashing, and after feeling a few defenses from the big boss, he began to unload his strength. Sure enough, the big boss didn't plan to defend again, he kicked to the ground and stood firm, stiffened a knife, and swung the knife fiercely.

With the help of this push, Mo Zhiyu rolled backwards, and then landed on the ground. Although he unloaded the force in advance, his hands still trembled uncontrollably, and the pale silver lines on the back of his hands were broken, and this guy's strength was even greater than he predicted.

He listened to the louder and louder voices around him, and saw that the horse bandits were gathering more and more, and guessed that the swordsmen had already rushed out at this moment, and he had no worries.

He watched as the bandits surrounded the battlefield, striking their weapons and shouting for their leader. He sneered, it seemed that these people thought that the end was already decided.

(End of chapter)