Xian Miao does not want to fly

Qiao Mo was sitting on a tree branch, with his feet dangling out of nowhere, he looked at Su Li and the man in gray standing on the stage, Su Li was like a mortal, saying "bless me" without even a sword Pull it out.

And the man in gray has already picked up the thing that I don't know whether it should be called a "sword" or a "hidden weapon".

Wait, something doesn't seem right.

Qiao Mo's movements paused, he stood up, the pupils of his golden eyes were erected, and his eyes wandered among the crowd above the venue.

What about Su Yu?

If he understood correctly, according to Su Li, Su Yu should now be the young owner of Jianhu Villa, and he himself has also arrived in Pingshan Town, so it makes no sense to miss the Sword Discussion Conference.

Why is Su Yu absent?

and……

Qiao Mo's nostrils fluttered, sniffing the air, then turned around, looking at the red firecracker crumbs stretching from the town to the mountain.

He tilted his head and thought for a while, then flew up along the tree trunk, climbing to a higher crown.

Su Li withdrew all his aura and disguised himself as a mortal, which also meant that he couldn't see the sword aura just like a mortal.

But even so, Sword Immortal Suyao, who was able to knock down his opponent with just one move, couldn't even touch his sleeve.

Su Li walked among the invisible "sword shadows" with ease, and while dodging the attack beautifully, he said with a smile as if chatting: "Ah, so this is the strength of the so-called 'can defeat the sword master' .”

The gray-clothed man's face was gloomy, looking at the young man who was dodging the shadow of his sword with a smile on his face, the sword in his hand suddenly dropped and stopped attacking.

Su Li also stood still, and he looked at the man in gray, as if he was a little confused: "What's the matter, sword, fairy?"

The man in gray ignored the sarcasm in his words, suddenly clenched the sword in his hand, and raised his hand in a gesture.

Su Li's expression changed.

This is... the beginning of the Su family's swordsmanship?

The gray-clothed man opened his mouth and said, "It's nothing, I just want to know whether the title of Sword Master is well-deserved or not."

Qiao Mo stood on the top of the tree, looking at the red debris that formed a strange pattern through the gaps between the dense leaves. If a human cultivator stood here, he would immediately understand that this was a large formation, but Qiao Mo just As a cat demon, he could only rely on his animal intuition to smell something strange about the red debris, and the ring of the Sword Discussion Conference was in the center of the debris, and Su Li was on it.

The man in gray stabbed out with a long sword, not in the vain state just now, but a real attack with the sword, the shadows of the Su family's sword moves were all in the changes of moves.

Su Li's expression suddenly became subtle, but he still didn't draw his sword, and took the scabbard to catch the man's moves.

"Draw your sword," the man slashed and stabbed, but was dodged by Su Li, "Why don't you draw your sword!"

Su Li sneered: "Because you are not worthy of letting me draw my sword."

As if the man had been humiliated, he stabbed hard with his long sword.

Su Li dodged the man's attack sideways, and moved behind the man in gray with a dodge. The sword in his hand was not out of the sheath, and he hit the man's back heavily with the hilt, causing the man in gray to stagger.

"Where did you steal the Su family's sword moves from?" Su Li sneered, "You are so weak, let alone a swordsman, even a child who has just started learning martial arts is more stable than you."

The man managed to steady himself, and then he turned around.

"You are a cultivator," the gray-clothed man's eyes showed jealousy, "you are stronger than us mortals."

Su Li sneered: "I have collected all the spiritual power in my body. Since I came to power, I have used all the moves of mortals, so now you are just a waste that even mortals can't beat."

"You're lying!" The gray-clothed man became excited, "Only cultivators can see the 'sword shadow', and you clearly avoided all the sword shadows from the very beginning!"

"Hey, isn't this telling the truth?" Su Li turned his head to the old man in the audience and said with a smile, "this man has admitted himself to be a 'cultivator', so don't..."

Seeing the old man's expression, Su Li's face changed, and the man in gray suddenly broke into a ferocious smile: "Su Li, you have today too!"

People from the rivers and lakes who were still bustling before now all looked dumb, and the marks covered by the red firecracker debris on the ground gave off a strange red light.

And those people with the indelible "sword shadows" on their bodies just now have already stood in their positions according to a certain pattern, and the sword shadows on their bodies turned into blood-red spiritual threads and intertwined into a net among the crowd.

Su Li opened up his spiritual consciousness and immediately understood the current situation.

He smiled lightly: "Yuanhunsi, let me tell you why your footsteps are so vain. It turns out that you are not a sword repairer, but a puppet master."

The man in gray looked excited: "I am a sword cultivator! Who dares to say that I am not a sword cultivator!"

Then he flew towards Su Li and stabbed at him.

"Are you trying to delay the time and let the soul-drawing silk array take shape?" Su Li blocked his attack with the scabbard, flipped his wrist, and the scabbard hit him in the stomach and pushed him away, "So, you are not the puppet master himself .”

"I am a sword repairer, a sword repairer!"

The man's expression was a little frantic, and he looked like he was going crazy.

Su Li thought he was a lunatic, hit him hard with the scabbard, and knocked him off the ring.

The most important thing now is to clean up the puppet master who is hiding behind, as well as the soul-drawing array that is almost as messy as a flower rope.

He slowly pulled out the sword, the silver-white blade trembled slightly and buzzed.

"Don't get excited," Su Li murmured, "It's just a boring little fish, not an interesting opponent."

"Little miscellaneous fish?" The gray-clothed man stood up tremblingly, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, struggling to climb up the ring again, "Su Li, today you will be defeated by the little miscellaneous fish..."

Su Li stood on the ring, looked down at him, smiled and shook his head: "I didn't want to dirty Lan Chen with your little shrimp's blood, but since you're obsessed—"

The moon-blue sword shadow flew out and smashed straight at the gray-clothed man, but barely stopped in front of the gray-clothed man.

Su Li was taken aback.

The gray-clothed man looked at the blue sword in front of him and suddenly burst into laughter: "It seems that the legend is true! It seems that the 'Sword Master' is nothing more than that!"

Immediately, he raised the sword in his hand and stabbed at Su Li without any scruples. Su Li easily dodged, but when he turned around, a red thread surrounded him. In the blink of an eye, he had no choice but to fly upwards, but the red threads intertwined into a net had already covered his head!

Su Li snorted: "I never expected that Su Yu is crazier than his father."

Fortunately, although the man's attack was fierce, his basic skills were not solid for some reason. While carefully avoiding the red line, Su Li found the right moment, stabbed the sword in his right hand to the ground, and took advantage of the momentum to fly up, kicking the man in gray who was attacking him. Flipping to the ground, he elbowed the man to the ground and grabbed his neck with his left hand: "Enough, where is Su Yu? Tell him to get out!"

The man in gray "Jie Jie" laughed twice, panting heavily: "Master Sword Saint, what, you don't recognize me?"

Su Li looked at the person in front of him who looked nothing like Su Yu, and narrowed his eyes: "You cut your own soul? Who did it for you?"

"Naturally, Xiaosheng."

A cold voice sounded from behind Su Li. Su Li felt a pain in his arm. He looked sideways, and at some point, the red silk thread had wrapped around his arm. The thread touched him like a living thing. In an instant, the body pierced into his flesh and blood, and then fed on his flesh and blood, stretching out more branches and clinging to other parts of his body.

And the source of the red silk thread was pulled into the hands of a weak-looking man who looked like a scholar.

"I heard that the sword master of the Su family cannot use swords against people with the blood of the Su family. It seems to be true."

Su Li only gave him a cold look, then turned his head and focused his attention on Su Yu, his subordinate: "You even passed on the secrets of the same clan."

"Family?" Su Yu was stuck in the neck of the owner, but still laughed madly, "You will also identify with the family? Your high-ranking practitioners will also identify with the mortal family? You are still talking about us, I am afraid that you are just afraid of the Su family Let the blood of mortals be used by others! You don’t care what happens to us at all! My father was deceived into a fool by evil cultivators, and my family just ignored it, and ordered me to use this as a warning! Be of the same race!"

Su Li smiled, and tightened his left hand: "So you're breaking the jar now?"

"Hahaha," Su Yu gasped, "I'm called dying and reborn! Su Li, don't you want to know what I used to seduce the servants of my family as eyeliner? It's your soul! After today, Your soul will be cut into countless pieces and given to them! Have you ever heard of the art of replenishing the soul? The soul of the sword master is really delicious!"

Su Li let go of his left hand, allowing Su Yu to fall to the ground, then he slowly straightened up, the red silk thread in his hand cut his flesh and blood, as if he didn't realize it.

"So you cut your own soul in advance, so that you can directly replenish my soul after cutting it up?"

"As long as I replenish my soul and add the spiritual root of this body, I will also become a sword repairer! A sword repairer with a half-soul of a sword master!"

Su Li looked at the crazy-looking man on the ground, and thought to himself, no wonder he behaved like a psycho.

"Su Jiansheng," the scholar behind him called politely, "Xiaosheng heard that Su Jiansheng..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his body was amputated from the waist, and his family was suddenly separated!

Immediately after the red silk thread loosened from Su Li's hand, Su Li was stunned for a moment, and immediately pulled out the silk thread that was still struggling and wriggling in his hand.

The white sword shadow flashed, and the majestic sword energy struck, and the red silk threads that had been densely intertwined into a network were cut off instantly!

"Su Li," Qiao Mo flew in front of Su Li with his white teeth in his hand, separating him from the severed scholar, "They did something weird, I smelled blood, but The sulfurous smell of the firecrackers covered it up." He looked at the scholar who had been cut in half but had not shed any blood, "There is indeed a problem."

Su Li looked at the kitten standing in front of him in the posture of a protector with his back turned to him, with a look of astonishment on his face.

Qiao Mo didn't get a response, so he turned his head slightly: "What's wrong with you? Are you injured?"

The kitten's shining golden eyes looked at him worriedly. Su Li suddenly covered his chest and half knelt on the ground showing his fragility. There was even a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, which shocked Qiao Mo.

Su Li, who was still alive and kicking just now, was clutching the wound on his arm in pain, and said in a weak voice, "Mo...I...we've been tricked!"