Chapter 140 Broken Legs (Three Updates)


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


    Originally everything was in his plan.


    He first pretended to be defeated and rested his spiritual power. When Daotingsi''s lackey was careless, he suddenly launched a sneak attack, killing two men, leaving the woman with the supplement.


    After replenishing the woman until she dies, he can restore her blood and spiritual power.


    His appearance can also be restored.


    By then, with this young and handsome appearance, I will deceive a young girl who is not very experienced in the world. While slowly collecting and replenishing her, she will temporarily stay in and avoid the limelight.


    When this gust of storm passes, he can still be free and easy.


    If it weren''t for this little devil!


    What do you say is to break his legs, to destroy his meridians, and to break his qi sea!


    His plan may have succeeded.


    The monk from Daotingsi wanted to destroy his meridians, and he would definitely not surrender. Otherwise, even if he had the means to the sky, cut off his meridians, and lose his spiritual power, he would not be able to make waves.


    He could only do it in advance.


    The two monks holding the sword are easy to deal with, but the one holding the sword is a bit tricky.


    He originally thought it would be a bit tricky, but he didn''t expect it to be so difficult.


    The body skills he relies on cannot gain an advantage.


    The man holding the sword was never injured or bleeding, and his evil spiritual power could not threaten him.


    In addition, he is already scarred and is at the end of his life. If he drags it on, he will be dragged to death.


    Even if he escapes, he will die sooner or later in this Dahei Mountain with little food and clothing and no female cultivator!


    So he could only settle for the second best and caught the little devil first to threaten the man and seek a glimmer of hope.


    The evil cultivator''s hand strangled to the back of the neck of the ink painting.


    In his eyes, this little devil is absolutely unavoidable.


    Not to mention a teenager, even a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining, he could not avoid it even if he was caught off guard...


    But he caught the empty hand.


    Mo Hua seemed to have noticed it for a long time, and her head shrank, and her small body took the opportunity to roll to the side and reached a few feet away.


    Only the evil cultivator was left, standing foolishly in place...


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


    If Mo Hua is caught, he will really have no choice and the situation will turn into a dead end.


    Either a few die or everyone dies together.


    Fortunately, the ink painting is clever.


    In such a short time, you can detect danger and flexibly avoid it.


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


    He needs to slaughter the beast as soon as possible to avoid another trouble.


    The evil cultivator came to his senses and looked at the ink painting in the distance, his eyes cold.


    "Boy, you''re lucky."


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


    Ink painting stood in the distance and sighed:


    "It seems that you want to destroy your meridians, break your qi sea, and then break your legs, otherwise you will do bad things."


    Ink painting thought about it and added:


    “Three legs were broken!”


    Zhang Lan''s expression stopped and then 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 his heart was extremely angry. In this life, he had never been so humiliated by a stinky little man.


    The figure flashed, and the evil cultivator looked resentful and went straight to the ink painting.


    Zhang Lan felt a chill in his heart.


    Oh no, this is an evil cultivator at the ninth level of Qi refining, Mo Hua can''t handle it.


    He was originally glad that Mo Hua escaped the disaster and was safe as long as he ran away.


    Then he used magic to force the evil cultivators to retreat, and they made a long-term plan.


    Unexpectedly, Mo Hua made a provocation, and the evil cultivator wanted to catch him to threaten him. At this time, he was humiliated by Mo Hua and was angry and could not give up.


    Zhang Lan was anxious and could only quickly drive the sword energy, hoping that the evil cultivator would retreat if he was in trouble. But he is far away from ink painting, and evil cultivation is closer to ink painting.


    It also takes time for him to condense magic, so after the sword energy flew out, it is difficult to kill evil cultivators, and they can only delay the speed of evil cultivators.


    The evil cultivator had a strange body shape. After avoiding a few sword energy, he approached Mo Hua and reached out to grab it.


    Then, he caught the empty spot.


    Mo Hua slowly floated backwards from his pointing point, avoiding his grabbing.


    The evil cultivator did not believe in evil, turned around with his lunge, flirted with his left hand, and then grabbed the ink painting.


    However, the ink painting is light and back, neither leveraging nor exerting force, as if a fallen leaf flying leisurely by the wind drifted away from its fingers.


    The evil cultivator continued to grab the ink painting, but every time he made a move, he was a little short of it every time. The ink painting could always escape from his hands.


    The body movement is invisible, like flowing water, changing with the trend, and being unpredictable.


    It seems to be close to you, but it is actually far away in the sky.


    The evil cultivator almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.


    He is a flower picker! It’s a flower picking thief who relies on his body to make a living!


    It would be fine if he could not compare to that Dao Tingsi''s lackey, but now even a little **** can play with him?


    The key is that he can''t play with this little brat!


    He thought he could catch it every round, but he couldn''t catch it.


    The more urgent the evil cultivator''s attack was, the more calm the Mo Hua''s body movements were.


    Suddenly, the ink painting stretches the distance and points to the condensed air.


    The evil cultivator was stunned. What are he doing?


    Still want to use spells?


    "Looking for death!"


    The distance is so close that when his spell is released, he has already cut off his neck.


    The evil cultivator sneered and jumped forward.


    But before he could reach Mo Hua, a fireball had condensed out and flew towards his face and stuck on his face.


    The evil cultivator was unbelievable and felt horrified.


    "How come it is so fast?"


    The power of the fireball technique is not very high, but when it hits the face, it still makes the face hurt and dizzy.


    The evil cultivator couldn''t help but feel stagnant.


    At the same time, Zhang Lan glimpsed the right time and emitted a water-shaped sword energy, directly hitting the evil cultivation heart meridian.


    The evil cultivator''s eyes were dissipated and he fell to the ground with a thud.


    The mountains and forests are also quieter.


    The evil cultivator fell to the ground, and Zhang Lan, who knocked down the evil cultivator, was still stunned, and his mood fluctuated for a moment.


    What did he just see?


    A evil cultivator of the ninth level of Qi refining was completely avoided by Mo Hua?


    Nine levels of Qi refining? Hiding all?


    And what kind of body movement is that?


    The movement is unpredictable, the movement is unpredictable, the flow is erratic, the elusive, the concise, the concise and confusing...


    Who taught him this body technique? !


    Zhang Lan stood for a while, and the memories gradually flipped, and then she remembered it.


    Oh yes, it seems like a passing step!


    This... seems to be what I taught...


    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 to his senses, his expression tightened, and immediately came to the evil cultivator.


    He observed the injury and said, "I am not dead yet, but my spiritual power is exhausted and my blood and energy is lost. I can''t make any waves."


    Just now, his sword energy pierced the evil cultivator''s heart, but it was slightly off, so the evil cultivator did not die.


    After Zhang Lan finished speaking, the evil cultivator even hummed a few times, opened his eyes, full of resentment.


    "You''re so tough." Mo Hua sighed.


    Zhang Lan fed Situ Fang and Situ Xiu some pills. They meditated and adjusted their breathing for a while before they recovered. 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 the ink painting in confusion.


    Mo Hua walked to Zhang Lan and pulled out the sword around Zhang Lan''s waist with difficulty.


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


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


    Then with a sword, the evil cultivator''s legs were cut off.


    (This chapter ends)