Chapter 847 Haha, you want me to run?
The atmosphere vibrated, and almost in an instant all the surrounding solids became the best vibration media, attacking Mo Cheng and Shen Xueqi from all directions.
The roof tiles were lifted up, and at the same time, the power contained in them turned the seemingly ordinary tiles directly into high-frequency cutting. Any material that stood in its way would be cut in two.
Facing the attacks coming from all directions, Mo Cheng mobilized thousands of sword lights, each of which accurately shattered a tile. At the same time, after hitting the tile, each sword light actually passed directly through the tile and attacked the dragon-headed masked man behind it.
Although the dragon-headed masked man wanted to dodge, the sword light had already blocked his retreat. He had no choice but to gather his strength and withstand the thousands of sword lights.
But what he didn't expect was that the slightly illusory lavender sword light completely ignored the true energy that enveloped his whole body and pierced straight into his body.
If he hadn't reacted in time and dodged the vital points immediately, he would have become a shower.
But even so, the dragon-headed masked man had a lot of wounds on his body. The sword lights directly penetrated his body, forcing the dragon-headed masked man to use his fingers to tap the major acupoints on his body to stop the bleeding.
At this moment, Mo Cheng had already chased after him with a sword in hand. Facing the [Nine Abyss Sword], the dragon head masked man did not dare to be careless. He stretched out his hand and a dragon-shaped stick suddenly appeared in his hand. The stick was as black as black iron. It fought against the Nine Abyss Sword head-on, but was not damaged at all.
"The light of your sword is neither like that of Confucianism nor that of Taoism..."
Mo Cheng exerted force with his wrist, and the Flowing Water Sword pressed down the Coiled Dragon Stick. In a contest of pure strength, for Mo Cheng it was just a matter of what posture he wanted to use to win.
"It's just a trivial trick. Please forgive me for making fun of it."
[Psionic Blade] Although it is only level one, and because of its narrow applicability, Mo Cheng does not often use this skill.
However, the ability to penetrate damage and ignore defense is not something that can be easily blocked by the dragon-head masked man.
The dragon-headed masked man snorted coldly, and the true energy in his body surged like wind and thunder. His body grew larger out of thin air, and the power that followed surged by 30%.
The Panlong stick creates wind, and the moves are opened and closed widely. The sound of dragon roars can be faintly heard amid the sound of wind and thunder.
"It seems your masks have the power to conceal."
Mo Cheng stared at the dragon head mask. He could already see that the mask on the other party's face could conceal the attributes of the other party's martial arts and even the strange phenomena. It was indeed a good thing to conceal one's identity.
As he was speaking, the blade of the Liushui Sword began to hum softly, and everything around Mo Cheng seemed to calm down. There was silence and pressure, just like the calm before a storm.
"Pay attention!"
As Mo Cheng reminded, suddenly there was a sudden burst of wind and thunder between heaven and earth. In an instant, sword shadows were flying all over the sky. It was impossible to tell which was the wind, which was the thunder, and which was the sword.
Blade Storm!
The wind was raging and the thunder was raging, the sword was like raging waves, and the man in the dragon head mask felt that he was trapped in a storm of swords, and the whole world was filled with sword blades crushing towards him.
When Mo Cheng pushed this move with the realm of Sword Saint, the sword blade storm became a storm that shattered everything, and the sword intent was even more turbulent like a tidal wave. The man in the dragon head mask only felt that something was destroying his will and destroying his fighting spirit.
"How long are you going to wait?!"
The dragon-headed masked man let out a loud shout, the sound so loud that it seemed the entire city could hear it. At the same time as he roared, two figures turned into streams of light and attacked Mo Cheng from the left and right.
“Boom!”
With a sound like a huge bell, a huge Xuanhua axe chopped down the flowing sword in Mo Cheng's hand.
"Hahaha , what a powerful force! Come on, let's see who has more strength!"
The figure holding the Xuanhua giant axe was wearing a bull-head mask. With a roar of the bull demon, the body of the bull-head mask burst through the clothes, and he transformed into the bull demon, holding up the Xuanhua giant axe, and chopped down Mount Hua with all his might.
At the same time, on the side of Mo Cheng, a long spear emerged from the side like a poisonous snake and headed straight for Mo Cheng's heart.
One of the people came to suppress him from the front, while the other interfered from the side. With the cooperation of the two sides, it seemed that they suppressed Mo Cheng.
But the dragon head masked man has companions to help him, and Mo Cheng is not alone.
The Fang Tian Huaji shot over like a meteor, forcing back the man with the horse-faced mask holding the spear. Then Shen Xueqi held the halberd in both hands and fought hard with the Xuanhua giant axe from bottom to top.
When they collided, the force crushed each other and produced a terrifying shock wave , which spread out in all directions at an extremely fast speed. Along the way, countless houses and soil were directly swept into the sky by the shock wave.
After a round of fighting, Shen Xueqi took advantage of the recoil force to retreat several steps, looking cautiously at the two newly appeared enemies.
Two against three, the advantage was not on their side, and the previous confrontation also made her realize that each of was quite strong.
Even the dragon-headed masked man is stronger than himself.
"Hahahaha, look, Old Ma, this little girl is so strong!"
The Bull-Head Mask laughed loudly, as if he found it more interesting to have an opponent who could compete with him in strength than the organization's mission.
"Old Cow, don't be careless."
The horse-faced mask is thin and standing next to the bull-headed mask that has transformed into a bull demon, he looks like a halfling next to a troll.
But compared to his companions, the horse-faced mask is the brain of . "That little girl is a lonely star, and she is not easy to deal with."
As he spoke, the man with the horse-faced mask looked at Mo Cheng, his tone more serious than ever before, "That scholar is more dangerous than Gu Chen Jie Sha."
Horse Face Mask couldn't explain why it was dangerous, but he trusted his own feelings. It was his intuition that allowed Horse Face Mask to survive in countless battlefields of life and death.
And when he attacked Mo Cheng just now, the feeling of the horse face mask was indeed unprecedented.
Stronger than ever before, his instinct was telling him not to attack, not to stay, to run fast, to where no one could find him.
Hide in the deep mountains and forests, go to the remote place where few people go, never appear in front of anyone, cover your body with mud, and shiver under the ground.
Even when facing the Lord before, the Horse Face Mask had never had such a feeling.
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Mo Cheng and Shen Xueqi stood back to back, facing the dragon-headed masked man and the newly emerged Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demon respectively.
"Two against three, are you confident?"
Shen Xueqi did not directly answer Mo Cheng's question, but said: "If it is necessary, you go first and I will cover you."
Obviously, facing three masters whose strength is no weaker than her own, Shen Xueqi herself has no confidence.
These people are coming for her. If it really comes to the last step, Shen Xueqi still hopes not to implicate others.
But Shen Xueqi's words made Mo Cheng furious.
"Haha, you let me run?!"
