Chapter 871: Walking and Killing Along the Way
"Mo Cheng, hand over the secret...ah!"
Before the man who blocked the road could finish his words, the unparalleled sharpness of the Liushui Sword had already left a thin line of blood on his neck, and then his head fell off and fell into the dust.
Mo Cheng shook his sword, shaking off the blood on the blade, and held Shen Xueqi with his other hand, "Don't do anything, leave this to me."
It took a lot of effort to gather a group of guys with evil intentions together. Under the premise that the killing was purely for self-protection and no one could be blamed, Mo Cheng didn't want Shen Xueqi to get involved and steal experience.
But to do this, you naturally need an excuse, and it is difficult to say that you are afraid of having your experience taken away from you.
"The backlash of the evil power in your horoscope hasn't ended yet, right?" The backlash of the evil power in your horoscope was continuous. Even though Mo Cheng had no research on the power of horoscopes, after getting along for a long time, he could still feel that Shen Xueqi's internal breath would be confused every day because of the backlash of the evil power in her horoscope.
"The backlash of the evil force has not yet ended. If you rashly activate your true energy, it will only make you suffer more."
Mo Cheng stood in front of Shen Xueqi, with his back to her, making it impossible to see his expression clearly: "From now on, you are not allowed to use any true energy. Let me deal . You are not allowed to attack until I am beaten to pieces."
Shen Xueqi lowered her head behind him, making it impossible to see her expression. All that could be heard was her low voice responding, "Your body..."
The conditions of both of them are not good. The evil force of Shen Xueqi's fate backfires. Once she activates her true energy, her internal breath will become chaotic. At the same time, if the true energy is mobilized beyond a certain limit, she will most likely be controlled by her fate again.
Therefore, after leaving the Three Immortals of Yunping, Shen Xueqi was rarely used as the main combat force.
Firstly, her condition did not allow it, and secondly, Mo Cheng did not want anyone to steal his experience.
It’s just that Shen Xueqi is not in good condition, and Mo Cheng’s situation is probably a bit more serious than hers. The damage to the foundation of his physical body cannot be recovered in just a few days.
"It's all right with me."
If we discuss this matter too much, there is a possibility of revealing flaws, so Mo Cheng did not say more about his own condition. Although it seems that his foundation is damaged, in fact, Mo Cheng's condition has always been full.
Mo Cheng took a few steps forward, passed the beheaded corpse, clasped his fists towards the empty space in front of him and said, "Everyone, I know you want the rare treasure, and I don't want to be blackmailed into handing it over, so let's save the polite words."
The Liushui Sword flashed, carving a deep sword mark on the ground, stretching for who knows how many miles and extending into the distance.
"From now on, anyone who appears before me is an enemy, not a friend. I will kill them first and ask questions later. If you value your life, please turn around and leave."
Mo Cheng straightened up, his eyes like a sharp sword, making people dare not look directly at him, "I have said all I can, please don't say I didn't warn you!"
There was no response from the road ahead, only silence, and a heavy breath was coming from the front.
Obviously, those few words of Mo Cheng could not frighten those who had designs on the rare treasures, let alone listen to the warning of a person whose foundation was severely damaged.
In fact, when those who were lying in ambush heard what Mo Cheng said, they just thought that Mo Cheng had run out of tricks and the students of Jixia Academy who were unable to control the thunder from the sky could only rely on their words to intimidate the enemy.
This misunderstanding did not last long.
When Mo Cheng held Shen Xueqi's hand and walked forward all the way, when they reached the side of the mountain road, suddenly several huge rocks rolled down from the mountain. At the same time, several figures appeared behind the rocks, using the momentum of the rocks to cover themselves. Then three people launched attacks from three angles respectively, using the power of the rolling rocks, it was like a huge mountain falling from the sky, pressing down from top to bottom.
The attacker calculated the time very cleverly. Mo Cheng was right in the middle of the road at this moment, unable to advance or retreat.
If you try to take on the huge granite with a diameter of seven or eight meters that rolls down from the top of the mountain, you will have to face attacks from three attackers.
But if you want to avoid their attacks, you can't avoid the impact of thousands of tons of granite.
The attackers calculated their plan very well, and the success rate of their plan was very high.
Everything went almost perfectly except for one thing that was not in their calculations.
That is, they didn't seem to have thought that Mo Cheng's strongest ability was not to control the thunder, but his swordsmanship.
Thousands of sword energies rose into the sky, and countless sword energies broke the huge granite, along with the attackers hiding behind the granite, into small pieces less than one cubic centimeter.
The Liushui Sword is worthy of being one of the [Nine Abyss Famous Swords]. Its sharpness is rare. When Mo Cheng transformed the [Psychic Blade] into sword energy and attached it to the Liushui Sword, the sword energy took on the property of penetrating.
Even granite with a diameter of seven or eight meters could not resist the sword energy. The sword energy pierced through the granite directly and cut into countless people hiding behind it.
Blood and flesh mixed with stone powder fell down, and before it landed on Mo Cheng, a breeze blew the blood, flesh and stone powder away, leaving the student's blue shirt without a trace of blood.
"It seems you don't intend to listen to my advice."
Mo Cheng closed his eyes and let out a long breath. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were calm, as if nothing could affect him. "Then, killing you is not my wish."
Then Mo Cheng attacked without any hesitation. Anyone who appeared in his perception would first have to face the Sword of the Sword Master.
The Liushui Sword is extremely sharp, and his swordsmanship is a killing skill honed through endless killings.
The Liushui Sword pierced straight into the ground, and the sword body sank into the soil. When it was pulled out again, it was stained with a lot of blood. He shook the blood off the sword with his hand and stomped hard on the ground at the same time.
A fountain of blood gushed out from under the ground, and the people hiding under the ground were crushed to pieces by the force of that kick, leaving no trace of their bodies.
As he walked forward, Mo Cheng killed more than thirty people in just twenty kilometers.
There was no communication, no leniency, and no chance for the other party to beg for mercy.
Just as Mo Cheng said, once they appeared before his eyes, the only outcome would be death.
After walking along the official road for a long time, they saw the word "Tea" fluttering in the wind on the side of the road. Mo Cheng looked at the bright sun and suggested, "Let's go have some tea. We're almost at the next city. If we hurry, we can stay at an inn tonight."
Shen Xueqi naturally had no objection.
There were only an old man and a young man watching the tea stall. After Mo Cheng sat down, he shouted directly, "Old man, please bring up any tea and dry food you have."
After a while, the old man brought a pot of tea. When Mo Cheng picked up the cup and was about to drink it, he suddenly stopped.
"Old man..." Mo Cheng's tone was very calm, as if he had no emotion at all, "Is the original owner of this tea stall still alive?"
What answered Mo Cheng was a sharp spike piercing his temple.
"It seems that there are no survivors."
