Chapter 139: Broken Leg

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The evil cultivator's pale right hand reached out to strangle Mo Hua's neck.

Everything had originally been within his plan.

He would first pretend to be defeated, conserve his spirit power, wait until the Dao Ting Si dogs were careless, then suddenly attack, kill the two males, and leave the female for cultivation and supplement.

Once that female was cultivated to death for supplement, he could restore his blood energy and spirit power.

His appearance could also be restored.

At that time, relying on this young and handsome skin, he could deceive a naive young girl, slowly cultivate and supplement while temporarily taking refuge and avoiding the spotlight.

Once this wave passed, he could still live freely.

If not for this little brat!

Saying he wanted to break his leg, cripple his meridians, and shatter his qi sea!

His plan might have already succeeded.

That Dao Ting Si cultivator wanted to cripple his meridians; he definitely couldn't just wait to be captured, otherwise, even if he had incredible means, with broken meridians and no spirit power, he couldn't cause any trouble.

He could only attack.

The two cultivators with knives were easy to deal with, but the one with the sword was a bit troublesome.

He had originally only thought it would be a bit troublesome, but he hadn't expected it to be this troublesome.

Relying on his movement technique, he didn't have the advantage.

The man with the sword wasn't injured or bleeding at all, and his evil and strange spirit power couldn't threaten him either.

Furthermore, he himself was already covered in wounds and at the end of his rope; if this dragged on, he would just be dragged to death.

Even if he escaped, in this Da Hei Shan, lacking clothes, food, and female cultivators for supplement, he would still die sooner or later!

So he could only retreat and settle for the next best thing, first catching this little brat to threaten that man and seek a slim chance of survival.

The evil cultivator's hand reached out to strangle Mo Hua's neck.

In his eyes, this little brat had absolutely no way to escape.

Not to mention a ten-year-old brat, even a late-stage Qi Cultivation cultivator, caught off guard, fundamentally couldn't dodge...

But he grabbed empty air.

Mo Hua seemed to have detected it early, his head retracted, his body squatted, and his small body took the opportunity to roll to the side, just a few zhang away.

Only leaving the evil cultivator standing foolishly in his original spot...

When Mo Hua dodged, Zhang Lan also let out a sigh of relief.

If Mo Hua was caught, he would truly be helpless, and the situation would become a dead end.

Either a few of them would die, or everyone would die together.

It was good that Mo Hua was clever.

In such a short time, he could detect danger and still flexibly dodge.

Zhang Lan's heart held lingering fear, then his gaze turned cold, and he urged his sword qi to attack the evil cultivator.

He needed to quickly kill this beast to avoid further trouble.

The evil cultivator came back to his senses, looked at the distant Mo Hua, his gaze sinister.

"Stinky brat, you're lucky."

He didn't believe Mo Hua could dodge his move; he could dodge it because he was just lucky.

Mo Hua stood firm in the distance and sighed, saying:

"It seems I have to cripple your meridians, shatter your qi sea, and break your leg again, otherwise you'll still do bad things."

Mo Hua thought about it and added:

"All three legs broken!"

Zhang Lan's expression stiffened, and he immediately said urgently: "Don't provoke him!"

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

The evil cultivator's eyes were red, his heart extremely angry; in this life, he had never been so humiliated by a stinky little brat.

With a flash of his figure, the evil cultivator's gaze was resentful, and he rushed straight towards Mo Hua.

Zhang Lan's heart went cold.

Bad, this is a Qi Cultivation ninth-layer evil cultivator, Mo Hua can't cope.

He had originally rejoiced that Mo Hua had escaped a calamity and was safe as long as he ran far away.

Then he would use spells to force the evil cultivator back, and they would slowly plan again.

He didn't expect Mo Hua to actually speak and provoke him; that evil cultivator originally only wanted to catch him to carry out the threat, but now, receiving Mo Hua's humiliation, anger attacked his heart, making it even more impossible to let go.

Zhang Lan's heart was anxious, and he could only hurriedly drive his sword qi, hoping the evil cultivator would know the difficulty and retreat.

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

It also took time for him to condense his spell, so after the sword qi flew out, it was difficult to hit the evil cultivator, and it could only delay the evil cultivator's speed.

That evil cultivator's figure was strange; after dodging several sword qi, he approached Mo Hua and reached out to grab him.

Then, he grabbed empty air again.

Mo Hua slowly floated back from in front of his fingers, dodging his grab.

The evil cultivator didn't believe it, bowed his head, turned his body, lifted his left hand, and grabbed towards Mo Hua again.

However, Mo Hua lightly backflipped, neither borrowing force nor using force, looking like a leaf leisurely fluttering in the wind, again floating away from between his fingers.

The evil cultivator continued to grab at Mo Hua, but every time he extended his hand, it was always off by a hair's breadth; Mo Hua could always escape from between his hands.

The movement technique was formless, its shape like flowing water, changing with the momentum, difficult to grasp.

Seemingly close at hand, it was actually far away on the horizon.

The evil cultivator almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was a flower thief! He was a flower thief who relied on his movement technique!

It was one thing not to compare with that Dao Ting Si dog, but now even a child of that size could play with him?

The key was, he still couldn't outplay this little child!

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

The evil cultivator's offense became more urgent, but Mo Hua's movement technique became more relaxed.

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

The evil cultivator was stunned, what was he doing?

Still want to use a spell?

"Seeking death!"

The distance was so close; by the time his spell was released, he would have already pinched his neck.

The evil cultivator sneered and leaped forward.

But before he reached Mo Hua, a fireball had already condensed and flew towards his face, sticking to his face.

The evil cultivator could hardly believe it, his heart alarmed.

"How can it be so fast?!"

The power of the fireball technique wasn't high, but hitting him in the face still made his face sting and his head dizzy and swollen.

The evil cultivator's figure involuntarily paused.

At the same time, Zhang Lan seized the opportunity, and a water-shaped sword qi directly hit the evil cultivator's heart脉.

The evil cultivator's gaze scattered, and with a thud, he fell to the ground.

The mountain forest became quieter.

The evil cultivator fell to the ground, but Zhang Lan, who had struck him down, was still stunned in his original spot, his emotions fluctuating for a time.

What had he just seen?

A Qi Cultivation ninth-layer evil cultivator's attack, was it all dodged by Mo Hua?

Qi Cultivation ninth layer? All dodged?

Moreover, what kind of movement technique was that?

The movement had no constant momentum, the action had no fixed shape, drifting uncertainly, difficult to grasp, simple and clear, yet mysterious and confusing...

Who taught him this movement technique?!

Zhang Lan stood for a while, memories gradually returning, and only then did he remember.

Oh right, it seemed to be the Po Shui Bu!

This... it seems I taught it...

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

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

Zhang Lan came back to his senses, his expression tightened, and he immediately went to the evil cultivator's side.

He checked the wound and said: "Still not dead, but his spirit power is exhausted, his blood energy is lost, and he can't cause any trouble."

Just now, his sword qi had pierced the evil cultivator's heart脈, but it was slightly off, so the evil cultivator didn't die.

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

"Life is really hard," Mo Hua sighed.

Zhang Lan fed Si Tu Fang and Si Tu Xiu some pills, and the two sat in meditation to adjust their breath for a while before recovering. Then they wanted to drag the evil cultivator back to the Dao Ting Si.

"Wait a moment," Mo Hua said.

Several people turned their heads, looking at Mo Hua doubtfully.

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

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

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

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

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