The half-step master was finally half a step away. Molo could not be as restrained as Wu Jian and was as relaxed as Wu Jian. Standing opposite Molo, Wu Jian looked like an ordinary passerby, but his previous relaxed face gradually became severe with the strange phenomenon caused by the leakage of Molo's strength.

Molo was a little harder than he thought.

With a loud shout, the sound was like a thunderbolt. Molo released the bowstring. As his bowstring was released, Molo, who had just swollen, quickly shriveled down again, just like an inflatable doll being pulled out of the valve core. He gasped and his body was a little shaken. He actually had to use the bow to support the ground in order to stand firm.

The first three cloud-piercing arrows were shot out, and as soon as the arrow was removed from the string, it had disappeared. When it appeared again, it must have reached the critical point of the target. But today, this arrow was flying in the air so slowly, as if it was being held by a person, slowly moving towards Wu Jian.

Wu Jian seemed to take a small step toward the side, and could avoid this purple cloud-piercing arrow.

If you are not the person involved, you naturally don’t know the mystery. If you are not at that level, you can’t imagine what the confrontation between this level is like. Aside from the outsiders watch the excitement, while an expert looks at the tricks, so it’s just that.

Molo's cloud-piercing arrow has locked the target's qi since he opened his sight. Any disorder of qi will attract more intense attacks. When the qi is messed up, the opportunity will be immediately lost, and the superiors will be judged immediately. A master's move will be fatal, not just a saying. In the Luoying Mountains, Li Zhi and Zuo Lixing fought each other for a moment, but in the end one was seriously injured and killed, while the other was in lingering for three years.

Molo has not yet entered the realm of a master, but the blue sea tide he practiced is very powerful. In addition, his unique cloud-piercing bow and cloud-piercing arrows, even when facing the master, he is not without the power to fight.

Facing Molo's arrow, even Wu Jian could not hide, let alone avoid it, and could only choose to take it head-on.

He raised the cup in his hand, and he had finished drinking the wine. The shiny golden cup was facing the slowly moving purple cloud-piercing arrow.

Arrow cups met, and a thunderclap sounded. Wu Jian's long sleeves were flying, his head and hair floated backwards. The huge imperial tent was rolled up from the ground in the loud noise and flew into the air. With the sound of crisp sounds, it was torn into silk thighs in the air and flew all over the sky.

Molo straightened his body, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then another mouthful. As the blood spurted out, his figure looked taller and more plump. He stared at Wu Jian's eyes, and there was a wolf-like light.

The arrow and the wine glass did not really come into contact with each other. The purple cloud-piercing arrow changed its previous slow posture, rotated at high speed, making a sharp scream. A purple flame at the tail trembled slightly, trying to penetrate the invisible barrier in front. Wu Jian no longer had the previous calmness, and the wine glass in his hand was also rotating, which was strangely maintained at the same rate as the purple cloud-piercing arrow.

Seeing Moluo's mouthful of blood spurting out and his gradually rosy face, Wu Jian couldn't help but sneer: "Moluo, you are really good to Luo Yishui, and you actually fight for your life. Even this kind of evil skill has been used, but your martial arts cultivation is almost at its peak. Even if you use this evil method, how much can your skills increase, let alone how much skill do you have left now?"

Molo didn't say much, he picked up his cloud-piercing bow, and pounced on Wu Jian like lightning in a long whistle.

Seeing Molo disregarding life and death, Wu Jian's face changed slightly, and he could no longer stand still as if nothing had happened. His body swayed slightly, and his whole person had turned into a afterimage and flashed through the air.

A golden light, a purple light, the Hu Ben Army camp was chasing. From time to time, there would be roars like thunder. Every time, each roar would be rolled up into the air, torn into pieces like cloth, and flying all over the sky.

Although in mid-May, there is a strange snow here.

Since Luo Yishui made that decision, he completely relaxed. For him, his life was undoubtedly a failure, but under the current situation, in the face of the lives of tens of thousands of brothers, he felt that he had won again.

Although it is not something you avenge yourself, the biggest enemy will eventually fall in front of you. Although it is a bit regretful, it is already a good result.

Three years ago, he chose to give up the fight in order to make the stability of Dayue and left alone. Three years later, he saw that the Yue Kingdom, which he had made great sacrifices, was not only not getting better, but became more and more chaotic and worse. So he decided to do it himself. For private purposes, he could avenge the great revenge of the entire clan. Yu Gong, he wanted to save the people of Dayue from the fire.

It only took half a year to start planning to fall into the current dilemma.

Until now, Luo Yishui finally realized that he was really only suitable to be a general, not a general who could plan the overall situation. Compared with Li Zhi, Wu Jian, and even Qin Feng, who was a young boy, he was not even a little bit better in terms of overall grasp and planning.

That's the case, that's all.

After living in Taiping City for more than two years, the wealth and happiness of the people there left a profound reflection in his heart. Isn’t that the result he always wanted to pursue? If this world is handed over to Qin Feng, the people of Dayue can become truly rich, and can straighten their bodies in front of other Three Kingdoms, and say proudly that I am a Dayue native, then what’s the harm that he will leave again?

I have been guarding the border for Yue Kingdom for many years, and this is the home and people he has always wanted to protect!

He slept comfortably, no longer had the previous anxiety and worries, and he no longer had the nightmare of blood. In the dream, he and his brother Moro sailed on the blue sea. The breeze blew on his face, the sea water surging, and the big birds sang and flew by the blue sky, fishing on the bow, and drinking on the cabin. Isn’t it a pleasure?

A loud bang jumped up from his dream. He jumped up and rushed out of the door. He saw Chen Cizheng running towards him with a panic look on his face.

"What happened?" Luo Yishui asked in surprise.

"General, a sudden chaos arose in the Hu Ben Camp, and there were thunder. It seemed that two masters were fighting." Chen Ci said.

"Walk!"

The two of them stepped onto the city as if they were flying. Seeing the purple light and another golden light flying over the Hu Ben Camp, Luo Yishui immediately turned pale and shouted: "It's junior brother, he's going to find Wu Jian!"

It was not until this moment that Luo Yishui realized that when he broke up with Molo, Molo said inexplicably:

It would be great if Wu Jian died!

If Wu Jian dies, the Hu Ben Army will be in chaos immediately. When the Hu Ben Army is in chaos, they will launch a counterattack, defeat the Hu Ben Army, resolve the current crisis, and then confront Qin Feng. In this way, the situation they face will be much better than now.

But Wu Jian is the master! How could Moro succeed in assassination?

Looking at the increasingly dimmering purple light, Luo Yishui roared and was about to jump onto the battlement, but his shoulders tightened, but Chen Ci pressed them tightly.

"General Luo, you can't go." Chen Ci said firmly.

"If I don't go, my junior brother will die." Luo Yishui roared.

"If you go, he will die, and you will be added!" Chen Ci said sternly. "In the enemy camp, there is more than one Wu Jian, Kang Qiao, the ninth-level peak, and many priests. Even if you go, what can you do to help?"

"Gather the army, attack the whole army, fight against them!" Luo Yishui's eyes were blood red, and he was obviously a little unreasonable.

"General!" Chen Ci dragged Luo Yishui to the wall, pointed to the enemy camp in the distance, and shouted: "Look at what the Hu Ben Army camp has been like, but the Hu Ben soldiers, why didn't they line up and help Wu Jian to siege and kill Moluo, where were they, where were they?"

At this moment, the Hu Ben Army camp had completely become like this. From time to time, large tents were rolled into the sky and shattered, and even more fires were burning. However, under the bright lights, there were no figures of the Hu Ben Army.

"Wu Jian must have calculated that Moro is going to assassinate him, so the Hu Ben Army should have been ambushed at this moment. If we leave the city rashly, we will inevitably be trapped." Chen Ci said. "If this happens, all our plans will be lost. Not only will these tens of thousands of brothers be finished, but you can't even avenge you."

Listening to Chen Ci's words, Luo Yishui trembled violently. Looking at Chen Ci, he said, "Chen Ci, all Qin Feng wants is my army, so it doesn't matter whether the leader of this army is me or not, you can take responsibility too. I can't see my junior brother die like this. He assassinated Wu Jian for me."

"There are tens of thousands of brothers here because of you." Chen Ci hugged Luo Yishui tightly and looked into the distance: "And, even if you go now, it's too late."

In the distance, the purple light flashed in front of their eyes a few times and finally disappeared intovisibility.

"Junior brother!" Luo Yishui shouted.

In the Huben military camp, Wu Jian seemed a little embarrassed at this moment. His clothes were torn into strands, and he didn't know where to fly to his hair. The golden cup in his hand had already been twisted and deformed. Opposite him, Molo was in a worse condition. He was half kneeling on the ground, and there was almost no good place on his body.

He stared at Moluo hard, Wu Jian's voice changed a little. He was very angry. He originally thought that a very simple battle was so complicated that Moluo's strength was beyond his expectations.

"Please help, ask your senior brother for help, shout, ask Luo Yishui to rescue you, don't he have tens of thousands of troops?" Wu Jian said sinisterly.

Molo coughed and actually laughed: "Do you want me to ask for help? OK, let's satisfy your wish."

He stood up with difficulty, picked up the blue cloud-piercing arrow that fell beside him, and put it on the cloud-piercing bow. The arrow pointed to the sky from afar, and tried hard to pull out half of the bowstring. The arrow roared straight into the air, and Molo also flew up at this moment.

The blue cloud-piercing arrow roared in the air, dragging the long blue tail light, burning, and suddenly turned downward, while Molo flew straight up to face the cloud-piercing arrow he shot out.

The blue arrow light came into Molo's top door and penetrated downwards. With a loud bang, Molo's whole person exploded into a fog of flesh and blood in the air, falling down one after another. (To be continued.).
Chapter completed!