Yuanzong fought and walked, using the terrain to avoid it.

And that group of Mo Sect disciples were not stupid people. They tried to form a circle of encirclements so that Yuan Zong could not retreat.

Chu Mo's leader Fu Du was pressing the scabbard, staring at Yuanzong with his eyes tightly. If Yuanzong showed a trace of flaws, he would directly take Yuanzong's life.

"Yuanzong, you can't escape. Hand over the Juzi Order and surrender obediently. Otherwise, the only thing waiting for you will be the only end of a head falling to the ground."

Fu Du said that he would interfere from time to time, causing Yuan Zong to distract himself and consume the fighting spirit of Yuan Zong.

Yuan Zong did not speak. In this case, Fu Du would never let him go. No words were just a waste of energy.

At the same time, Yuan Zong also complained in his heart.

He was strolling around Daliang, and before he could find Chu Mo, Chu Mo's people found him.

And without saying a word, he directly chased him, making it hard for him to speak.

The man with the talisman was obviously fully prepared to block his escape route and force him into this abandoned area.

This time, Yuanzong was traveling with the envoy of Zhao State. If he was killed in broad daylight, King Anli would also pursue the face on his face.

Therefore, we must start in such a remote place.

However, they did not expect that Yuan Zong's swordsmanship has now reached a higher level and could not be captured for a long time, so they even allowed Yuan Zong to escape to such a dense forest.

Unfortunately, Yuan Zong's physical strength was not as endless as Xia Yunmo, and his aura was already messed up.

Suddenly, Yuan Zong's body tilted and his sword stopped. It turned out that he was stepping on a stone while retreating and spraining his ankle.

The other Chu Mo disciples naturally would not miss such an opportunity. The three swords had either stabbed, slashed, or slapped at Yuan Zong.

In a hurry, Yuan Zong stirred the sword, blocked it a little, then rolled on the spot before dodging.

Before he could breathe, several more swords attacked, making Yuanzong feel embarrassed and exhausted to deal with it.

"Yuanzong, come with your life."

The time has come, and a shiny light flashed in Fu Du's eyes, and with a clanging sound, the long sword was unsheathed and slashed towards Yuan Zong.

The other Mo Sect disciples cooperated to get out of the way and make room for the two of them to fight.

Talisman grinned, the sword wind howled, lifting up fallen leaves.

Yuan Zong dodged everywhere, but because of injuries, his breath was not smooth. After a few rounds, several holes were cut on his arm.

With a "click", the first thing that could not be supported was the wooden sword in Yuan Zong's hand, which was chopped in half under the fierce attack of the talisman poison.

The Fu Du's eyes were bright and generous. He shouted loudly, jumped up, and slashed at Yuanzong with a sword.

His slash was enough to use all his strength to split the head of Yuanzong.

If it were normal times, Yuanzong could only take this move with all his might.

But at this moment, his sword was broken with exhaustion, and he could not avoid it, and he could only die.

At this moment, a black stone suddenly shot towards Fu Du. Fu Du felt his hair stand upright and felt a great terror. The long sword in his hand forced down, trying to block the stone's way.

But he heard a crack sound, and the sword in his palm shattered, and then the stone hit Fu Du's chest.

Suddenly, Fu Du's chest hurt so much that he felt a sudden turn of pain. He flew backwards like a rag doll, knocking a Mo family disciple to the ground, tilting his head, and losing his breath.

Xia Yunmo slowly came over, and there was a stone in his hand. He threw it lightly and then followed.

He smiled and said, "We are all here to make trouble, why bother to fight and kill? If you don't sit down and have a good talk."

The other Mo family members did not dare to move again. They were obviously scared by Xia Yunmo's previous move, but they cursed in their hearts. This guy said it nicely, but he left no room for action.

Xia Yunmo turned around again, helped Yuan Zong up and said, "Is it okay?"

Yuanzong stood up with a look of shame on his face.

When I was separated on the long street, I had no problem saying that I had no problem. But now I am saved by Xia Yunmo, which is really ashamed.

Yuan Zong suddenly changed his face and said, "Be careful, behind you."

When the Mo family disciples saw Xia Yunmo turn around and are unprepared, they saw the tragic death of Fu Du next to him, and could no longer hold back. They rushed over and held up their long sword to cut Xia Yunmo into pieces.

Xia Yunmo turned around and saw a black shadow flying out, and he had already popped up another stone.

The stone flew out and suddenly shattered in the air, turning into dozens of debris, hitting these Mo family disciples one after another. Suddenly, the Mo family disciples cried out with great pain all over their bodies. They couldn't even stand upright and all fell down, and the swords in their hands fell to the ground.

Xia Yunmo turned to Yuanzong again and smiled, "I'll leave these Mo family disciples to you."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves, tapped his toes and flew away lightly.

The Mo family disciples forgot to feel pain and stared at Xia Yunmo's leaving figure, for a moment they forgot about their spirits.

Not to mention being a disciple of the Mo family, even Yuanzong, who had been with Xia Yunmo for some time, could not speak.

"Is this person... a god?"

This is the thought of the Mo family disciples.

If it weren't for a god, how could he kill someone by hitting a stone and walking against the wind?

Only Yuanzong knew in his heart that Xia Yunmo's movement against the wind was also a manifestation of martial arts, which made him feel a yearning in his heart.

Perhaps when his martial arts reach its peak, he is not different from the gods.

...

The king of Xinling, Wei Wuji, was one of the four princes of the Warring States Period.

This young master Wei is extremely famous in history. He raised 3,000 diners and formed his own power. He has defeated the Qin army several times and has done something like stealing talismans and saving Zhao for generations.

In the hearts of the people, his prestige is much better than the foolish King Anli.

It’s a pity that King Anli of Wei was not valued because of his suspicion.

Xinlingjun's mansion stands majestic at the end of the road, covering an active and wide area and with many courtyards.

There are towering trees inside the high walls, and outside the high walls, there are pairs of guards patrolling each other. Their defense is not much tighter than that of the Wei Palace.

At this time, in the main hall, Xinlingjun was lying flat on a collapsed house. There was a wooden table in front of the collapse, with delicious wine and delicacies placed there. A beauty made a bottle of red lips and was scattering wine into Xinlingjun's mouth. Two other beauties were pinching shoulders and pounding legs for Xinlingjun.

Xinling Jun Wei Wujisheng has a big ear and a handsome appearance, and has a majestic spirit.

But I don’t know if it’s a long time to fail, which makes him a little old, but his eyes are shining with glitter and his eyes are powerful, making people dare not look down on them.

"Report, lord, there is a young man outside asking for a visit, which is Xia Yunmo, the envoy of Zhao State." At this time, a servant reported.

Xinlingjun's eyes lit up, as if he was thinking about the mystery, then waved the three beauties back and said, "Please come in."
Chapter completed!