Shui Duopo!

Mo Ziru pierced Song Xiaoyu’s chest with one sword thrust, the residual force of the sword sending him flying backward from the blade, spattering blood everywhere. That sword “March” severely wounded Song Xiaoyu, then with a backhand horizontal sweep, lightly dotted out over a dozen small sword flowers, like spring roses blooming angrily with blood. Tang Wujun’s longbow danced into a mass of black shadows, but couldn’t stop those rose-like sword strikes from breaking through the shadows and opening over a dozen wounds on his body!

Then Mo Ziru stepped forward and chopped again with his single sword. Tang Wujun only saw him glaring with blood-filled furious eyes, shouting with a roar, the Long Robes sword chopping down on the longbow like an axe. With a snap, the poison-coated longbow immediately split in two – at this moment sword light erupted from the secret passage. Mo Ziru glanced back, his right hand sword shot backward, striking directly at the secret passage entrance – turning back around, his left hand grabbed that poison-coated half of the longbow and thrust it straight down toward Tang Wujun’s chest.

Tang Wujun hadn’t expected that in an instant he could severely wound Song Xiaoyu, then wound himself, provide aid to Shui Duopo – and still manage to add a final step to take his life! In his shock, he retreated repeatedly. With his weapon seized, his fighting method was already in chaos.

Mo Ziru’s face and clothes were dotted with bloody tears, but he paid no attention. Gripping the bow with both hands, he chopped horizontally and split vertically at Tang Wujun. After three moves, he had already pressed within one step of Tang Wujun. Tang Wujun waved his hands wildly – though he had hundreds of poisons, he had no way to deal with someone who was already severely poisoned. Mo Ziru’s cultivation was deep; for the time being, no exotic poison could kill him. Mo Ziru stepped before Tang Wujun, flashed with “Thousand Traces Arc Transformation,” and suddenly pressed face to face with Tang Wujun. Tang Wujun saw a face covered in blood with lifeless eyes pressed before his own eyes, every drop of blood being poisonous blood, and roared in alarm, “Ah—ah—ah—”

Mo Ziru smiled grimly, casually wiped some poisonous blood from under his own eyes, and directly smeared it on Tang Wujun’s face, then wound half the bowstring around his neck. With a “crack,” he twisted Tang Wujun’s neck.

He turned his head to look at Song Xiaoyu. Song Xiaoyu lay on the ground unable to get up, slowly crawling outward… As he crawled, he moaned, “No… it wasn’t me… I didn’t want to kill you…”

Mo Ziru said, “Oh?”

Song Xiaoyu stammered incoherently, “We… we were just trying to capture Liu Yan… yes… we were just trying to capture Liu Yan – who told you to protect him? It’s all him – it’s him – capturing Liu Yan, taking the Nine Heart Pill antidote – this is righteous martial world duty! Liu Yan is that unforgivably evil demon head, you protect him – you’re making enemies of the entire righteous martial world! You – you – it’s you – acting against righteousness! I… we are…”

Mo Ziru stepped forward, the half longbow planted in the ground. Song Xiaoyu knew he was at the end of his strength, but how could this person’s end of strength compare to his own severe injuries and near death? He struggled to crawl outward, “…we are right… you are… wrong…”

Mo Ziru asked indifferently, “Who sent you here?” He raised the poison-coated longbow. Song Xiaoyu looked at Tang Wujun’s corpse beside him, terrified to the extreme, suddenly screamed, “It was _______Huang…”

With a muffled thud, among the red-robed fire crossbow archers who dared not advance, one person suddenly shot a bolt. Song Xiaoyu’s chest was struck by another arrow, he spurted a mouthful of fresh blood, and could no longer say another half sentence.

Huang…?

Mo Ziru didn’t recall anyone from the various martial world sects whose family or sect was surnamed “Huang,” though this might just be a nickname. He looked up toward the red-robed fire crossbow archer who had shot Song Xiaoyu to death – actually Mo Ziru couldn’t see very clearly, but that person had an upright posture, and seeing him look over, actually nodded at him.

That person said, “Hero Mo, pleased to meet you. I am Cao Wufang.”

Though he spoke very politely, he then put down the crossbow in his hands and carefully drew out a knife.

Then he carefully drew out a sword.

This person wielded knife in left hand and sword in right – quite interesting.

If Mo Ziru hadn’t been wounded and poisoned, he might have had the interest to observe this left knife right sword style, but at this moment, being wounded and poisoned aside, not knowing what had happened in the secret passage below, he had no interest in examining this young person closely.

According to the plan he and Tang Lici had arranged, the secret passage should have been safe – seemingly no retreat on the surface, but actually having one. So Shui Duopo protected those three hundred chicks by retreating into the secret passage. As long as nothing went wrong, these children could all safely escape danger.

But Shui Duopo had already drawn his sword – that meant something had definitely gone wrong.

He just didn’t know if he had killed anyone.

Mo Ziru felt anxious. If Shui Duopo had killed someone, the “Wasp Mother Congealing Frost” sealed at his brow back then would break free, and once this person went mad – that would be much harder to deal with than ten or eight Song Xiaoyus and Tang Wujuns.

Even at full strength, he might not be able to defeat Shui Duopo. Otherwise, why would Mo Chunfeng only be called “Long Robes All Shattered” and not “Sword Emperor”?

Luxuriant grass asks the young master, Shui Qiqi’s sword was called “White Emperor.”

But the “White Emperor Sword” had already been buried by him in the muddy lake under Bright Moon Tower over twenty years ago.

So at this moment Shui Duopo didn’t have his own matched sword in hand, but was already fighting with full power. Liu Yan and Yu Tuan’er were also underground, and the fate of those three hundred chicks was unknown. Mo Ziru gritted his teeth and regulated his breathing. His internal breathing was disrupted by Song Xiaoyu’s “Cotton Robe,” still difficult to circulate, while “Ghost Rain” had invaded his extraordinary meridians and eight channels.

This young man with left knife and right sword was no match for him, but Shui Duopo was.

The matter here wasn’t about how many people he could kill, or whether he could defeat Shui Duopo when “Wasp Mother Congealing Frost” poison erupted – but whether Liu Yan and those three hundred chicks could safely escape! That was the key to this battle! Tang Lici had entrusted these people to him and Shui Duopo – this was key to his battle with the Romantic Shop and could not fail.

But had that old monster Xue Xianzi really died? Mo Ziru found it hard to believe that with Xue Xianzi’s nature, he could die so easily at Zhong Chunji’s hands? Hadn’t Miss Hong arranged for Fu Zhumei to be with him at Haoyun Mountain? With Fu Zhumei there, how could Zhong Chunji capture Xue Xianzi, even force him to death?

Under what unbearable circumstances would that undying Zhong Lingyan completely reveal his and Shui Duopo’s secrets? How unreasonable! Had he really died?

And did Tang Lici know all this? The Romantic Shop had revealed all its hidden moves, but where was Tang Lici? Could he be so absorbed in the battle at Piaoliu Meiyuan that he had no time to care about Xue Xianzi and Liu Yan?