Xian Miao does not want to fly

Qiao Mo's expression became serious, he clenched White Fang tightly in his hand, and stood next to Su Li.

"How long can you hold on?" Qiao Mo asked in a low voice.

Su Li made a brave expression: "I can hold on for a while longer."

Qiao Mo held his sword and looked at the red silk threads slowly floating around. The scholar who had been chopped off in the middle put his upper body on his elbows and jumped to the side of his lower body, pushing his body back hard.

Qiao Mo was confused: "What is this?"

The scholar also showed a puzzled expression: "Are you a demon? A demon with a sword? A demon with a sword in this world?"

Qiao Mo said seriously, "I'm a swordsman."

"Don't pay attention to him," Su Li said, "He is procrastinating for time to repair the soul-drawing silk array."

Qiao Mo looked at the red silk thread that was about to be repaired and the scholar who had recovered, his golden eyes widened: "You are not human."

"It's just a puppet," Su Li explained in a low voice from behind, "The real master is hidden nearby."

puppet?

Qiao Mo thought of the puppet doll that Grandpa Yongwu had cut for himself and Mingguang before. The doll was very delicate and lifelike, it could move and talk, but in fact it was the grandpa who pulled the string to perform.

So, this is a big puppet doll?

Looking at the scholar, Qiao Mo suddenly felt itchy fingers.

Cats have a natural urge to scratch things like wood.

Although the scholar is not a real person, the master who controls him has seen the strange, ready-to-movement light shining in the golden eyes of this monster.

Su Li didn't know why Qiao Mo suddenly stared at the puppet without moving. He glanced around. Qiao Mo's white sword shadow formed a sword array to protect them all around. The red thread had been repaired, but he could no longer approach them. The body was blocked from the sword array and bared its teeth and claws.

A kitten that can only use a sword array, Su Li felt a little excited, and the long sword in his hand trembled excitedly with its owner.

"Mo," Su Li said behind Qiao Mo, "find its owner, defeat him, and we can leave here."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mo nodded, "I see."

Then he turned back and told Su Li: "You are right here, don't wander around, the sword array will protect you."

Seeing the serious expression of the young man, Su Li felt an itch from the bottom of his heart.

I really want to hold him in my arms and rub him.

"Well," Su Li swallowed his dry throat, and said softly, "I know."

The long sword in his hand trembled again, as if reminding the master of something.

Su Li's hands tightened tightly.

Qiao Mo felt the trembling of the long sword in Su Li's hand: "What does your sword seem to be saying?"

Su Li smiled at him: "Take care of these things first, and then I'll tell you what it said."

Qiao Mo shook his head: "I don't need to know, it's your sword after all."

Then he flew out of the sword formation and directly attacked the scholar.

But how could the scholar sit still and wait for death, the red thread came from all directions, with the smell of blood and unfinished sulfur, Qiao Mo twisted his body to avoid it, and even shuttled freely between the red threads.

He concentrated on accumulating energy, used the sword and pestle on the ground, and flew up with his spiritual power. The red threads formed a net under the head cover, and with a sweep of his white teeth, the sword intent cut off all the red threads, but the red threads in the scholar's hand were not cut off. They turned into thin red arrows and chased Qiao Mo upwards. Qiao Mo turned his body in the air and blocked the arrow with his sword. The majestic sword intent struck the ground from the air. Feeling that his sword intent had cut something, he found out the source of the spiritual power of that thing in such an instant!

It is the puppet silk of the puppet master!

The puppet is wired, so the person who handles the string should be nearby. Qiao Mo concentrated on it, then turned around and stabbed directly at the old man standing numbly beside the ring.

The old man was the one who came up to ask Su Yu before!

Seeing the cat demon attacking him with a sword, the old man's eyes moved slightly, and his body flew backwards. His wooden figure was instantly flexible, and his fingers flipped nimbly. The red lines intertwined, and Qiao Mo cut them off with his sword, which was different from the previous lines. , these red threads were not taut, but softly followed the edge of the sword to avoid its sharpness.

Use softness to overcome rigidity.

Su Li watched with gusto in the sword formation, his eyes turned fascinatedly following the figure flying up and down and the white sword light.

A rustling sound came from the side, followed by an exhausted roar——

"I will never allow someone to sabotage my plan!"

Su Li had to use his energy to turn his head to look at Su Yu who was getting up. Su Yu was holding a sword and slashing randomly indiscriminately, trying to break through the guarding sword array Qiao Mo left around Su Li. .

Su Li smiled, sat cross-legged on the ground with his head propped up, and said leisurely: "Now you don't even remember the moves of the Su family's swordsmanship, do you?"

Su Yu was almost crazy: "I am a swordsman... I am a swordsman who wants to surpass the sword master..."

Su Li took a look at his appearance, and said patiently: "Do you know what the most important thing is the art of replenishing the soul? It is the split soul and the host that the soul completes."

Su Yu turned a deaf ear to it, he was chopping the sword array with a long sword in his hand, and the spirit stone inlaid on the hilt in his palm was gradually dimming.

Su Li still had a teaching tone, and said with a smile: "If the split soul is not tough enough, and you only rely on obsession to complement another host body that is forced to be incomplete, then the two incomplete souls will be broken." When there is a confrontation, the final result is that the stronger side will win. In other words, if your obsession is not as strong as the desire to survive the soul fragments of the original body you are occupying now, then you will be backlashed and eventually lose Crazy and sane, like now."

"what!!"

The sword in Su Yu's hand fell, and he hugged his head and knelt down on the spot, then grabbed the ground with his head, as if trying to drive something out of his head.

Su Li looked at him like this, with some pity in his eyes: "You are crazier than your father. Your father was just used by evil cultivators to draw his soul, but you can tolerate others cutting up your soul and using your flesh and blood The remnant soul offered his soul-leading silk, and the picture was only my soul fragments."

Su Yu has already started to roll on the ground holding his head incoherently: "I am a sword repair... no... I don't want to die..."

Su Li sighed, stood up, and slowly walked out of the sword array with the trembling sword in his hand.

He only took one step out of the sword formation to protect him, and the red line that was staring at him surrounded him, but unlike before, the red line melted instantly when it touched him.

That is the aura of the heavenly gang produced by sword masters who have cultivated to a certain level.

The collision on the street before accidentally hurt Qiao Mo, so Su Li has been restraining the aura of the body protector since then.

But now the kitten is working hard to deal with the puppeteer, even if he wants to try the kitten's strength, he doesn't want himself to be the reason for holding Qiao Mo back.

With a flick of Su Li's wrist, the silver-white long sword penetrated into the corner of Su Yu's clothes, pinning him to the ground.

Su Li bent down, looked at the stranger parasitized by Su Yu's remnant soul, and put his hand on his head, stopping the man's convulsive upper body.

He whispered to the completely insane person: "I really can't use a 'sword' against the Su family, but I can -"

The spiritual power in his hand suddenly embedded into the brain of his head, Su Yu felt the danger at this moment, his eyes widened, and he murmured: "I can't die...I can't die... Please let me go... I still want... to become a sword master..."

Su Li shook his head with a smile, and said in his ear: "Let me tell you another secret, why do you think my father raised me as a sword master? It's also because of the tenacity of the soul. , is whether you have the tenacity to become a Juggernaut, and one of the characteristics of a qualified Juggernaut soul is that no one can divide my soul except myself. Therefore, the premise of your plan, from one At the beginning, it will not be established."

Su Yu stopped struggling, and his mind was clear for a moment. He looked at Su Li: "So, some things are doomed from the beginning."

Su Li nodded: "Yes, from the very beginning, it was doomed."

From birth, it is doomed.

Some people will become sword masters and ascend to gods, and some people will walk in the world of mortals and have no relationship with the grotesque world of self-cultivation for the rest of their lives.

"So that's it, it's all... settled..." Su Yu's eyes were loose, "You... do it..."

Su Li sighed in his heart, and the spiritual power in his hand turned into a sharp blade, and plunged into Su Yu's head.

Su Yu's cloudy eyes lost their luster.

Then, he saw two balls of light flying from the body to the sky, and then disappeared.

Those were two inhuman remnants.

"Feel sorry."

Su Li saluted the corpse on the ground.It was not for Su Yu, but for the unknown low-level cultivator who was killed by Su Yu and the puppet master.

A Su family like Su Yu killed innocent practitioners tragically. As the young master of the family, it is necessary for him to avenge and apologize for the victims.

Then, he turned around and looked at the things that had been densely woven into a blood-red net in the sky.

There was not much room left for Qiao Mo to shuttle. Before he noticed, the big net had already engulfed him in all directions from the sky to the ground, and Qiao Mo was forced to a corner. He buried it!

Su Yu's eyes turned cold, he knew that when the red thread touched the body, it would extend out thorny tentacles and pierce into the flesh and blood, and this red thread was a soul thread fed by Su Yu's flesh and blood, he could not cut it To break the red line, now we can only——

Su Yu's gaze focused on the old man who operated the red line not far away.

The moon-blue sword shadow floated quietly, the old man's attention was all on Qiao Mo now, he was already very irritable by this monster, he didn't notice the sword shadow approaching at all.

Qiao Mo looked at the blood-red space around him, he was a little exhausted, but remembering Su Li who was weak outside, he knew he couldn't just give up like this, so he concentrated the last spiritual power in his body, raised his white teeth and swung them down vigorously. !

The red silk threads had gathered into a net, and they could no longer softly avoid the sharp sword intent. The blood-red soul-drawing silk net was split open by Qiao Mo, and Qiao Mo flew out forcefully. The Soul-Lying Thread was persistent, and it swelled up again, and it was about to wrap around his ankles. Qiao Mo felt that there was not much spiritual power left in his body, but he had an idea, and his figure suddenly shrunk. Si jumped to nothing, but the old man who was controlling Linghunsi was stunned, and then the sudden pain in his back caused him to stagger and fall to the ground. The old man couldn't resist, and was pinned to the ground by the sword shadow.

"Let you play with my kitten," Su Li said with a smile, but there was a chilling coldness in his eyes, "You really dare to hurt him."

"Young Master Su..." The old man resisted the pain, "You... don't want to know, who told me about the soul-replenishing technique? You don't want to know, why were you sent here?"

Su Li suppressed his smile, raised his sword and dropped it, and the old man swallowed his breath instantly.

"Do not want to know."

Su Li was expressionless, and there was some black aura surging in his eyes.

"Meow~"

A meow sounded like a drop of dew dripping into Su Li's altar, forcing back the black mist that was trying to ascend.

Su Li's expression moved slightly, as if he had been awakened, the blackness in his eyes faded, he lowered his head, and saw a long-haired orange cat squatting at his feet, the orange cat looked a bit round, a pair of Su Li very Familiar golden eyes looked at him, the chest and four paws were white, there was a tuft of white hair on the tip of the tail, and a white ring was wrapped around the long fur on the back paw.

"I can't change back for the time being," the orange cat pawed at his head, and said helplessly, "The spiritual power was used up just now in the fight."

Su Li smiled, and pointed the sword in his hand at the orange cat.