It takes a huge price to force the spells with the physical body, and this price is Li Mo's vitality.

The moment of glory obtained with vitality represents the mortals' shout that no to immortals.

If you don’t believe it, look up, who has the heaven spared?

In just a short moment, Dalang of the Li family seemed to have grown older for decades, his hair became black, his skin wrinkled, and his figure was hunched over. The two flying swords inserted on his shoulders became a huge burden.

However, Li Mo still smiled happily. He pulled a cushion for himself and was able to kill a warlock with his own hands. It was worth it in his life.

Using vitality as a cost to forcibly stimulating talismans that are not touched by mortals, the reason why he did not die on the spot was that he could still stand here is mostly due to the various cultivation attempts and searches for treasures that can improve or change their postures over the past decade.

Although most of the so-called treasures of heaven and earth are ordinary things, and their benefits are limited. Due to their talent and qualifications, the cultivation method has never been able to enter, and all efforts have not been rewarded accordingly. Nine out of ten are put into full swing, but he still laid some foundation for him.

Compared with ordinary people, it can ensure that the essence is full and all diseases will not arise.

With the last bit of strength, Li Mo barely swallowed several black pills. After doing these actions, Li Mo was so weak that he couldn't even lift a finger.

But at this time, he was still sneering.

Mortal sneer!

It seems to be mocking those high-ranking warlocks. They are no different from mortals. The so-called downwardness and superiority are so ridiculous and so inexplicable.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Li Mo's sneer was like a needle pricking his lungs. The senior brother of Zhaixing Pavilion was full of hair and beard and furious. Not only his junior brother died on the spot before he could even scream.

He even unexpectedly, a mere mortal man could kill a righteous sorcerer. This was simply provoking the entire Sect of Art. It was not enough to destroy Li Mo's body to eliminate his hatred.

The senior brother of Zhaixing Pavilion was about to activate the flying sword inserted on Li Mo's shoulder to strangle the opponent. He suddenly felt a warning in his heart. He raised his right hand like a conditioned reflex to block a sudden cold light.

A severe pain came from the back of his hand and palm at the same time, causing him to feel a sound. When he looked closely, a slender flying knife was inserted into the back of his hand, and even pierced through the entire palm. If it weren't for the subconscious raising of his hand, the flying knife might have been inserted into his eyebrows.

I don’t know when it will start, but these mortals can actually hurt the high-ranking warlock. It’s tolerant, but who can’t bear it!

Where is the defensive spell in front of you?

He was inexplicably shocked. The senior brother of Zhaixing Pavilion noticed that there was a small mouth about a small inch on the spiritual shield protecting him, slowly closing under the influence of magic power.

This flying knife is weird!

"Grandma!"

Li Mo, who was already desperate, looked at his father incredibly. How could Fan Bing hurt the warlock? He never even knew that his father could do martial arts skills and could use flying knives.

"Hmph! My surname is Li, and I want to kill my baby. Have you asked me if I?"

Old Li lowered his right finger with a seven-inch flying knife, and he was no longer empty-handed.

I have not used such weapons for many years, but I have not been able to do anything.

"I'll take a break! Old Li's flying knife!?"

Li Xiaobai, who was about to find an opportunity to escape, was stunned.

The local tyrants who make a living by exploiting poor and lower-middle peasants have transformed into martial arts masters, but they can even use flying knives. Coincidentally, the surname is Li, so people will inevitably associate it with Xiao Li's flying knives.

However, at the age of this middle-aged man with a big belly, Li Feidao naturally turned into the old Li Feidao, and it seemed that he still had a treasure sword.

My biological father is Old Li Feidao. The eldest brother seems to be able to activate spiritual talismans to kill the sorcerer. His future wife is protected by strange things. He has a mysterious lotus seed hidden in his heart. This family is really surprising.

What about the second brother? Li Xiaobai looked at the Erlang Li Qing, who was still soft and had not recovered, and showed that the scholar was fully expressing the uselessness.

Could it be that he pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger?

Although you are just a nerd on the surface, you can't stand it and hide it deeply!

"you!"

The senior brother of Zhaixing Pavilion glared at Li Dahu. The mortals in this small town made him hate him extremely. Shouldn't they just kill him honestly?

Why resist?

He did not pull out the flying knife that penetrated his right palm, and immediately used his left hand to move the flying sword that pierced Li Mo's right shoulder and flew backwards with a blood bead.

Li Mo, caught off guard, groaned and could no longer hold on. He staggered back with a pale face, and sat down to the ground, leaving a blood hole as big as a copper coin on each shoulder.

Although the few black pills that just entered the abdomen were rare, they were still ordinary products, and the medicinal power had not been fully released.

In the eyes of the senior brothers in Zhaixing Pavilion, Li Mo, who paid a huge price to induce the talisman, has completely become the fish on the cutting board, and it is hard to fly. However, Li Dahu, who uses the flying knife in front of him, is the real threatening opponent.

From the moment the spiritual shield was broken, the convenience was qualified to be his opponent.

The flying sword turned back and flew towards Li Dahu at a speed that was lightning speed.

There is no magic power, no magic weapons, and no magic. Even if he has a few strange flying knives, the mortal is still a mortal. If the other party has the previous thunder magic talisman in his hand, he might be afraid of it.

But now, serious sorcerers are by no means able to resist by mortals.

Facing the sorcerer's flying sword, Li Dahu was not afraid at all. He shouted loudly, but instead went straight to meet him. His left and right hands were in a row, and the two flying knives hit the flying sword one after another, forcibly knocking its flying trajectory a little off.

The surface of the flying blade seems to be wrapped in a layer of Qi that looks like a faint white smoke, which is not much inferior to the spiritual sword light that comes with the flying sword.

The sword light narrowly brushed across Li Dahu's cheek, leaving two inches of thin blood marks. The remaining momentum was still unabated and rushed out nearly a hundred steps, and turned back again.

However, Li Dahu took the opportunity to rush towards the other party, raised his hand, and two more flying knives shot out, completely ignoring the flying swords from behind.

With a short dozen steps away from full force, he even went to the front line faster than the flying sword that was turning back behind him.

The flying knife has the effect of breaking the spiritual shield, so that both sides have the ability to kill each other.

"Give it to me, back!"

The whole body of mana gathered rapidly, and the spiritual energy suddenly became violent. The warlock shouted violently, and a violent wave of air exploded.

A figure was blown away, basically passing over the heads of Li Qing, Li Jia Xiaolang and others, drew a parabola and fell into the Li Mansion. Then a huge muffled sound came.

Lao Daozhazi and the bandits had been stunned for a long time. They actually walked away. They didn't see that the Li family in Xiyan Town had a crouching tiger and hidden dragon. They fought against the two warlocks in front of each other, but they were not at all inferior. They even killed one of them to the scum, and the bones remained.

If the two warlocks had not been killed halfway, I'm afraid that if they wanted to take down the Li family today, they would have to take two or three hundred brothers' lives.

"Grandma!"

Dalang Li Mo rolled on the ground, his face covered with tears and mud, but he couldn't do anything and could only watch Li Dahu being blown away by the opponent's spell.

He was thrown so far and fell so hard. Not to mention an ordinary person, even a warlock might not survive.

"Haha! Mortals are mortals! Uh! Damn!"

The senior brother of Zhaixing Pavilion was like a proud rooster, laughing unscrupulously. However, he didn't laugh twice, but it stopped abruptly. He lowered his head and saw a flying knife inserted into his heart, which had been sank four or five inches, leaving only a little bit of the tail end was still outside.

"It turns out to be a remnant of martial arts!"

It was obvious that his vitality was passing by quickly. If it weren't for the little magic power left, he might have fallen down by now.

Even so, this fatal injury has made Senior Brother Zhaixing Pavilion's life irreversible to the countdown.

"Gee!"

A strange sound came from the warlock's throat. He suddenly stared at Li Mo fiercely and said with gritted teeth: "Good means, what a good means! I admit that I underestimated you mortal ants, but even if you die, I will let you taste the pain of losing your loved ones. You will always be worse than death in regret!"

He turned his eyes to Li Qing and Li Xiaobai not far away, swelled up the last magic power in his body, and controlled the flying sword and shot it forward.

"Xiao Lang!"

When Wu Xiangjun heard the sorcerer's words, she immediately exclaimed, trying to block the flying sword for Li Xiaobai with her protective jade Pixiu. Just as she was about to move, Xiang's shoulders were forcibly pressed and pushed heavily into the slanting order. A not particularly tall and burly body blocked in front of her.

"Don't be afraid!"

Li Xiaobai shook his head at Wu Xiangjun who was flying and falling, and still turned his back firmly to the flying sword that was coming soon. He used his body to protect the little lady in front of him who might become his wife not long after his first acquaintance.

To put it nicely, he is a bit macho and to put it bluntly, Comrade Xiaobai is a little bit 2. He would rather be stabbed to death by a flying sword than let a woman use a sword blocking card for him.

The second time I heard the Li family Xiaolang say "Don't be afraid" to him, tears suddenly surged out from Wu Xiangjun's eyes.

She can truly feel that kind of heart, that is a man’s commitment and responsibility to a woman.

"Xiao Lang!"

"Xiao Lang!"

The second brother Li Qing was struggling on the ground. At this moment, he hated that he was just a nerd, and he was useless as a scholar.

If he could be as good at martial arts as his elder brother and his father, he would be able to protect Xiaolang and Miss Xiangjun now.

"Xiao Lang!"

Li Mo shouted again in pain that if he hadn't traveled around to find immortals, he wouldn't have met the illegitimate daughter of the Taoist temple master, nor would he have designed to kill the people from the Taoist sect because of his anger, nor would he lead the disaster back and kill his father and brother.

"Mortals, go and die! Haha!"

As a sorcerer, the sorcerer of the Star Pavilion let out a grim smile.

The sword light penetrated the fabric of clothes, and the sword edge was about to hit the critical moment of Li Xiaobai's vest's skin.

Click!

It seemed like something was cracking, and a loud cracking sound echoed in Li Xiaobai's ears.

Without warning, all things in the world, birds and leaves, dust and water, and even the sword light that was about to penetrate a young body inexplicably stagnated for a moment, and then a pure and pure sword light that seemed to have burst out from Li Xiaobai's body since the sky opened and the earth was broken.

The warlock's flying sword was like a firefly rushing towards the sun, silently melting away, as if it had never existed.

The sorcerer of Zhaixing Pavilion suddenly widened his eyes. The vast sword light comparable to the sun and the moon not only swallowed his flying sword, but also shot at him. However, he had no time to think about anything and did nothing, and felt the whole world suddenly brightened, and everything had lost its color...
Chapter completed!