Under the moonlight, the woods rustled, and a group of people quickly walked out of the woods.

With the bleak moonlight, I saw that the leader was a tall and thin man in barefoot clothes.

This person has a calm temperament, a sinister face, sharp eyes like an eagle, and his style is like a master. He is the leader of Zhao Mo Yan Ping.

His face was originally gloomy, but when he saw Yuan Zong, who had been lit with acupoints, he couldn't help but show joy.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Ping glanced at Xia Yunmo and others again, stood not far away and shouted: "Yuan Zong, I think you are both a member of the Mo Sect. If you hand over the Juzi Order, I will spare you."

If there is only Yuan Zong, Yan Ping will directly take Yuan Zong's life without saying much.

But now he found 18 Xia Yunmo and eighteen people, and he could see that each of them was an elite man.

In order to catch up with Yuanzong faster, Yan Ping asked most of his disciples to wait in a city not far away, while he chased after more than 30 disciples overnight.

If you can't catch up today and let Yuan Zong leave Zhao Realm, you will lose the trace of Yuan Zong. It will be difficult to find him again.

There are eighteen people on Xia Yunmo's side now, and they all seem to be elite. Although Yan Ping is absolutely sure to win, he does not want any casualties on his side.

Every ink master here is his trump card. If it is not necessary, he does not want death or injury.

As for Yuanzong, he was seriously injured. In addition, even if he was cured, he would be unable to recover from his peak. At the same time, he lost the Ruzi Order, which had almost no impact on him, so it would be fine if he let him go.

It’s a pity that Yuanzong just looked at him and said nothing.

Yan Ping frowned and said, "Yuan Zong?"

Yuanzong still spoke for him.

Xia Yunmo stood up at this time and smiled and said, "The opposite side is Zhao Mo Yanping."

Yan Ping said: "It's Yan Ping, how dare you ask who you are?"

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "Xia Yunmo is down."

Yan Ping thought about it, as if he thought of Xia Yunmo, and said, "But Xia Yunmo, a swordsman in front of him."

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "It's just that I'm here. I wonder if I can give me some face and let Yuanzong go."

Yan Ping said: "Just need Yuan Zong to hand over the Juzi Order, and we will retreat naturally."

Xia Yunmo shook his head and said, "What if I can't hand over it?"

Juzi Ling has been handed over to Xiang Shaolong, but he can't even give it over even if he wants to.

Yan Ping sneered: "Since you can't hand over the Juzi Order, please hand over the Yuanzong."

Xia Yunmo shook his head again: "I still can't hand it over."

Yan Ping's face became colder and colder, and he said sternly: "Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude.

After Yan Ping said that, he drew out his long sword and led many disciples to come slowly."

The guards didn't say much. As Wu Zhuo waved his hand, he also pulled out his weapons. Although they fought against the few, no one showed fear.

Sure enough, no matter what, it will be solved in the end with powerlessness.

A glimmer burst out in Xia Yunmo's eyes, and he didn't want to spend more time with him.

Xia Yunmo waved his hand and two streams of light flew out from the black box around his waist.

One of them is small and exquisite, and it is difficult to detect without concentration. The other flowing light emits a sharp light, as if it hurts the skin.

The small and exquisite light was jumping between the gaps between the crowd, and then a crisp sound was heard. The swords of many Zhao Mo's disciples turned into pieces and fell to the ground.

As for the sharp light, it stabbed straight forward, and its speed and sharpness almost exceeded imagination. A bloody hole was stabbed in Yan Ping's chest in a blink of an eye.

Yan Ping fell down, his eyes still filled with shock and fear.

This world's top swordsman died without a single sword, which is full of drama.

The disciples of the Mo Sect only felt a cold air rushing from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and everyone's whole body was cold and they didn't even dare to move.

After the two streams of light flew back to Xia Yunmo's hands, they could see clearly that they were two very small swords.

No one would have thought that these two small swords could exert such power.

What if the target of these two small swords attacking was not the swords of the people, but the throats of their group of Mo Sect disciples.

In an instant, they shuddered again, looking at Xia Yunmo's eyes full of fear.

As for the many guards, although they had seen Xia Yunmo take action, they were also shocked this time, looking at Xia Yunmo like a god.

Then, Xia Yunmo blinked his fingers and his energy hit Yuanzong's acupoints. Yuanzong's body relaxed and he immediately found that he could move freely again.

"Can you conquer this group of Mo Sect disciples? If you can't, you'll kill them all."

When Xia Yunmo rumored to Yuanzong, Yuanzong was shocked and he could hear Xia Yunmo's meaning.

"Yes, give me time."

He took a few steps forward, allowing many Mohist disciples to see him more clearly.

I heard Yuan Zong say loudly: "I am Yuan Zong, a disciple of the three generations of great men Meng Sheng. I was ordered by my master to pick up the master, and wanted to unify the three mos, assist the new saints, and achieve a great world where both love and profit, without resentment and disputes.

"Zhao Mo Yanping, for his own selfishness, he disregards Mo's essence and is not worthy of being your leader or leading you."

"From today, my Yuanzong will be your leader. We will lead you to fulfill your orders as our ancestors and unify the three mos. You may not accept it..."

Only then did Xia Yunmo realize that the seemingly depressed Yuanzong had extremely good eloquence. Then Xia Yunmo's power scared the group of ink masters.

However, in this world, if you are not eloquent and do not have eloquence in social occasions, you will easily suffer losses and be difficult to promote your beliefs.

It took half a quarter of an hour to temporarily conquer this group of ink masters.

He communicated with the similar leader among the Mo Masters for a while, then turned around and said to Xia Yunmo: "Young Master Xia..., besides them, there are also a group of Mo Masters not far away in the city. I want to return to the city first and conquer this group of Mo Masters, and probably come back before dawn."

Xia Yunmo said: "Do you need help?"

Yuan Zong shook his head, showed a confident look, and said, "Without Yan Ping's obstacle, I am a legitimate master. With the help of these thirty people, I will definitely be able to conquer Zhao Mo."

Xia Yunmo nodded. If Yuan Zong took advantage of Xia Yunmo's current power and his strength could not be conquered by Zhao Mo, it would be too useless.

Yuanzong hurriedly left, and when it was dawn, he hurried back.

When he first met Yuanzong, he was not only injured, but his entire energy was also decadent.

But now, he is full of energy, as if he is about ten years younger.

It can be seen that his career has gained a lot.
Chapter completed!