Chapter 140 Broken Leg (3rd Update)

The evil cultivator's pale right hand went to the back of Mo Hua's neck.

Originally, everything was in his plan.

He pretended to be defeated first, recuperated his spiritual power, and when the lackeys of Dao Tingsi were careless, he suddenly attacked and killed the two men, leaving the woman to take essence.

If he took essence until the woman died, he would be able to recover his blood and spiritual power.

His appearance would also be restored.

By then, with this young and handsome appearance, he could deceive a young girl who was not very experienced in the world, and take essence slowly while temporarily staying there to avoid the limelight.

When this storm passed, he could still be free and at ease.

If it weren't for this little devil!

He said he would break his legs, destroy his meridians, and break his sea of ​​qi!

His plan might have succeeded.

The cultivator of Dao Tingsi wanted to destroy his meridians, and he certainly couldn't surrender. Otherwise, even if he had great means, he would not be able to make any waves if his meridians were broken and he had no spiritual power.

He could only take action in advance.

The two monks with knives were easy to deal with, but the one with the sword was a little tricky.

He originally thought it would be a little tricky, but he didn't expect it to be this tricky.

His body movements, which he relied on, did not give him an advantage.

The man with the sword had never been injured or bled, and his evil spiritual power could not threaten him.

In addition, he was already covered with wounds and was at the end of his rope. If he dragged on, he would be dragged to death.

Even if he escaped, he would die sooner or later in this Black Mountain, lacking food and clothing, and without female monks to collect essence!

So he could only settle for the second best, first catching this little ghost to threaten the man and seek a glimmer of hope. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

The evil cultivator's hand strangled Mo Hua's neck.

In his eyes, this kid was definitely unavoidable.

Not to mention a kid of ten, even a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining would not be able to dodge it if caught off guard...

But, he missed.

Mo Hua seemed to have noticed it long ago. He shrank his head, squatted, and took the opportunity to roll his small body to the side, and was several feet away.

Only the evil cultivator was left standing there stupidly...

Mo Hua dodged, and Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

If Mo Hua was caught, he would really have no way out, and the situation would become a dead end.

Either a few people died, or everyone died together.

Fortunately, Mo Hua was smart.

In such a short time, he could sense the danger and dodge it flexibly.

Zhang Lan felt a little scared, and then his eyes turned cold, and he urged the sword energy to attack the evil cultivator.

He needed to kill this beast as soon as possible to avoid any more trouble.

The evil cultivator came to his senses and looked at Mo Hua in the distance with a cold look.

"You're lucky, brat."

He didn't think Mo Hua could dodge his move. He could dodge it, but he was just lucky.

Mo Hua stood still in the distance and sighed:

"It seems that I have to destroy your meridians, shatter your Qi sea, and break your legs, otherwise you will do bad things again."

Mo Hua thought for a while and added:

"Break all three legs!"

Zhang Lan's expression froze, and then he hurriedly said: "Don't irritate him!"

He turned his head and saw that the evil cultivator's eyes were red.

The evil cultivator's eyes were red and he was extremely angry. In his life, he had never been humiliated by a brat like this.

The figure flashed, and the evil cultivator's eyes were full of resentment, and he went straight to Mo Hua.

Zhang Lan felt cold in his heart.

Oh no, this is an evil cultivator of the ninth level of Qi Refining, and Mo Hua can't deal with it.

He was originally glad that Mo Hua escaped a disaster, and he would be safe as long as he ran away.

Then he used magic to force the evil cultivator back, and they would make a long-term plan.

Unexpectedly, Mo Hua actually provoked him. The evil cultivator wanted to capture him to threaten him. Now that he was humiliated by Mo Hua's words, he was furious and could not give up.

Zhang Lan was anxious and could only drive the sword energy quickly, hoping that the evil cultivator would retreat.

But he was far away from Mo Hua, and the evil cultivator was close to Mo Hua.

It took time for him to condense the magic, so it was difficult to hit the evil cultivator after the sword energy flew out, and he could only delay the speed of the evil cultivator.

The evil cultivator had a strange figure. After dodging several sword energies, he approached Mo Hua and stretched out his hand to grab.

Then, he grabbed empty again.

Mo Hua slowly floated back from his finger and avoided his grab.

The evil cultivator did not believe it, turned around with a bow step, raised his left hand, and grabbed Mo Hua again.

However, Mo Hua flipped back lightly, neither borrowing force nor exerting force, as if a fallen leaf flying leisurely in the wind, floated away from his fingers again.

The evil cultivator continued to grab Mo Hua, but each time he made a move, he was always just a hair's breadth away, and Mo Hua always managed to escape from his grasp.

His body movements were invisible, like flowing water, changing with the flow of the situation, unpredictable.

It seemed to be right in front of him, but in fact it was far away.

The evil cultivator almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was a flower thief! A flower thief who made a living by his body movements!

It was fine that he couldn't beat that lackey of the Daoting Division, but now even a little kid could play with him?

The key was that he couldn't beat this little kid!

Every round he thought he could catch her, but he couldn't.

The more the evil cultivator attacked, the calmer Mo Hua's body movements became.

Suddenly, Mo Hua pulled away and gathered his energy with his fingers.

The evil cultivator was stunned, what was he doing?

Still wanting to use magic?

"Looking for death!"

At such a close distance, by the time he cast his magic, he would have strangled his neck.

The evil cultivator sneered and leaped forward.

But before he could reach Mo Hua, a fireball had already condensed and flew towards his face, smearing it on his face.

The evil cultivator was in disbelief and shuddered.

"How could it be so fast?!"

The fireball spell was not very powerful, but it still caused facial pain and dizziness when it hit his face.

The evil cultivator could not help but stagnate.

At the same time, Zhang Lan saw the right moment and fired a water-shaped sword energy, directly hitting the evil cultivator's heart.

The evil cultivator's eyes were unfocused, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

The mountains and forests were also a little quieter.

The evil cultivator fell to the ground, but Zhang Lan, who had knocked him down, was still stunned in the same place, his mood fluctuating for a while.

What did he just see?

An attack from an evil cultivator of the ninth level of Qi Refining was dodged by Mo Hua?

The ninth level of Qi Refining? Dodged all?

And what kind of body technique was that?

The movement was irregular, the movement was shapeless, erratic, elusive, concise, and confusing...

Who taught him this body technique? !

Zhang Lan stood for a long while, his memories gradually turned over, and then he remembered.

Oh, yes, it seems to be the Water Step!

This... seems to be taught by me...

Mo Hua looked at the evil cultivator on the ground, swept his spiritual sense, and said:

"Uncle Zhang, come quickly, he hasn't died yet."

Zhang Lan came back to his senses, his expression tensed, and immediately went to the side of the evil cultivator.

He checked the injury and said: "He is not dead yet, but his spiritual power is exhausted, and his blood is lost, so he can't make any waves."

Just now, his sword energy pierced the heart of the evil cultivator, but it was slightly off, so the evil cultivator was not dead.

After Zhang Lan finished speaking, the evil cultivator even groaned in pain a few times, opened his eyes, and was full of resentment.

"What a tough life." Mo Hua sighed.

Zhang Lan fed some pills to Situ Fang and Situ Xiu. The two of them meditated for a while before they recovered, and then they wanted to drag the evil cultivator back to Daotingsi.

"Wait a minute." Mo Hua said.

Several people turned their heads and looked at Mo Hua in confusion.

Mo Hua walked to Zhang Lan and pulled out the sword from Zhang Lan's waist with great effort.

He held the sword in both hands, walked to the evil cultivator, and said:

"That's right, I'm going to break your leg!"

Then he broke the evil cultivator's leg with one sword.