Chapter 140 Broken Leg (Part 3)

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.

After 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.

If the cultivator of Dao Tingsi wanted to destroy his meridians, he must not 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 act 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 it on, he would be dragged to death.

Even if he escaped, he would die sooner or later in this Black Mountain, with lack of food and clothing, and no female cultivators to take his essence!

So he could only settle for the second best, and first capture this little ghost to threaten the man and seek a glimmer of hope.

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

In his eyes, this little ghost was absolutely unavoidable.

Not to mention a ten-year-old kid, even a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining would not be able to dodge 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 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 was able to 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 to retreat, and they would discuss it in the long run.

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 would never 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 after the sword energy flew out, it was difficult to hit the evil cultivator, 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 reached out to grab him.

Then, he grabbed nothing again.

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

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

However, Mo Hua flipped back lightly, without using any force, and it was like a leaf flying in the wind, floating away from his fingers again.

The evil cultivator continued to grab Mo Hua, but every time he made a move, he was just a little bit short, and Mo Hua always managed to escape from his hands.

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

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

The evil cultivator almost vomited 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 Dao Tingsi, but now even a little kid could play with him?

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

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

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

Suddenly, Mo Hua pulled away and pointed to condense Qi.

The evil cultivator was stunned. What was he doing?

Still want to use magic?

"Looking for death!"

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

The evil cultivator sneered and leaped forward.

But before he could get in front of Mo Hua, a fireball had already condensed and flew towards his face, sticking to his face.

The evil cultivator couldn't believe it and was horrified.

"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 couldn't help but stagnate.

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

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

The forest was also a little quieter.

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

What did he just see?

An attack from a ninth-level evil cultivator was dodged by Mo Hua?

Ninth-level Qi Refining? Dodged?

And what kind of body movement was that?

The movements were irregular, the movements were shapeless, erratic, elusive, concise, and yet confusing...

Who taught him this body movement? !

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

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

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

Mo Hua looked at the evil cultivator on the ground, and with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he said:

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

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

He checked the injury and said, "He's 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 evil cultivator's heart, 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 Situ Fang and Situ Xiu some pills. The two of them meditated and adjusted their breath for a while before they recovered. Then they wanted to drag the evil cultivator back to the Daoting Division.

"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 difficulty.

He held the sword in both hands, walked in front of 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.