Chapter 67: Sword Executes Mo Ya

"Not bad, worthy of being the one who could break Ji Wuye's defense in the original story!"

Su Xuan noticed Mo Ya breaking through his "wind wall" and sighed with emotion.

In the impression of many, Ji Wuye is greedy for pleasure; although he has the title of Grand General, he is actually a wine-bag and rice-sack. But this concept is actually wrong.

At least, as far as Su Xuan knows.

Ji Wuye's archery is fierce, and he possesses an extremely powerful hard-qigong technique.

In the original story, the copper hairpin used by Nong Yu to assassinate him could easily pierce through the heavy armor on Ji Wuye's body, yet it couldn't even hurt his skin. This, of course, doesn't mean Ji Wuye's body is tougher than armor—after all, when the hairpin pierced the armor, a large part of the force had already been dissipated—but it is enough to show the excellence of Ji Wuye's hard-qigong.

It might not have reached the level of Dian Qing, but it was not far off.

As a result, Mo Ya, after breaking his limits, once caused Ji Wuye to suffer heavy injuries, breaking his defense.

Of course, this doesn't mean Su Xuan is praising Mo Ya's strength.

In the end, it was nothing more than a desperate struggle before death.

Perhaps for many, Mo Ya is a rare expert, after all, he had entered the Innate Realm, but for Su Xuan, he was nothing.

He flicked his hand, and gusts of wind surged, used for his purpose.

Wind is like a wild horse, or like dust—things that are messy and uncontrollable. But under the ability of "borrowing the wind," it could be manipulated by Su Xuan as he pleased.

Mo Ya's movement technique was peerless, yet no matter how exquisite the light-body technique, it must be limited by heaven and earth.

The wind Su Xuan manipulated constantly interfered with Mo Ya's movements, making him extremely annoyed.

He had to circulate all his internal energy to deal with the wind released by Su Xuan.

However, from the beginning until now, Su Xuan had only blindly manipulated the wind to hinder his movements, which also made him gradually understand.

This Immortal Master Su's ability to fight, or rather, to protect himself, was merely average.

Although he had the ability to summon wind and rain, he was ultimately not a martial artist of the jianghu and was not good at combat.

He was aggressive, pressing toward Su Xuan.

Han Jiuli and several guards, seeing that a vicious criminal intended to attack Su Xuan, immediately abandoned the Vulture's corpse, drew their weapons, and attacked Mo Ya.

Just at this moment, a youth dressed in white with blue hair appeared.

His methods were fierce, and his movement was equally swift, blocking Han Jiuli and the others from reinforcing Su Xuan.

Han Jiuli swung his longsword.

The opponent's figure flickered, easily avoiding it, and then, the feather-blade in his hand appeared, heading for Han Jiuli's throat. Although he didn't like killing, sometimes, he had to kill.

At least now, to hide the truth, these people all had to die.

Han Jiuli's pupils contracted slightly, feeling the breath of death approaching.

Just at this moment, another gust of wind blew, rolling Han Jiuli's body and sending him flying to the side.

The white-clothed youth's attack fell into empty space.

From the time he appeared until now, Mo Ya finally spoke, his voice indifferent, "At a time like this, you still have the mood to care about others?"

"He is a very useful tool; it's a pity to have him killed by you like this." Su Xuan's tone was calm.

Seemingly because of the distraction of saving Han Jiuli, Su Xuan was unable to continue manipulating the gale surrounding Mo Ya. Mo Ya's internal energy surged, and finally, he completely broke through the last barrier of wind, arriving in front of Su Xuan.

The feather-blade in his hand stabbed toward Su Xuan.

As his feather-blade stabbed, the longsword held in Han Jiuli's hand also suddenly flew out of his grasp.

A white light flashed and disappeared.

The sword edge, which was unimaginably fast, passed by.

Even though Mo Ya's skills were excellent and his speed was extraordinary, under this sword light, there was no way to dodge.

The feather-blade, which was only a fraction away, finally stopped before Su Xuan's throat, and then, drifted away with the wind.

Subsequently, the figure in black feather clothing fell from mid-air, blood dripping and spilling all over the ground.

"Sigh..."

Su Xuan sighed, not knowing what he was sighing about.

Not far away, as the black-clothed figure fell to the ground.

The youth wearing white feather clothing, named Bai Feng, had his pupils contract sharply, and then his body couldn't help but tremble. Such a result was beyond his expectations, or rather, he had never thought of such a result.

He had thought it was Mo Ya's sure-fire strike, like in the past, killing the target of the mission.

As a result, with a flash of white light, everything was reversed.

Mo Ya... died?

Bai Feng's feelings for Mo Ya were complex. On one hand, Mo Ya was like a strict teacher, teaching him light-body techniques and combat; on the other hand, he was also a good friend. Sometimes, when they were bored, the two of them would stop on the eaves of the high buildings in Xinzheng City, flashing past, chatting casually about the latest findings of their patrols.

But now, such things would never happen again.

Mo Ya had died right in front of him.

Bai Feng was stunned at first, then came back to his senses. He couldn't help but feel fear in his heart—a deep fear of Su Xuan.

Although the sword that killed Mo Ya was Han Jiuli's, he could see that at that last moment, the sword had already left Han Jiuli's control, flying through the air to attack Mo Ya.

Among the people present, there was only one person who had the ability and the only possibility to do such a thing.

That "Immortal Master" who possessed the ability to summon wind and rain, and call gods and ghosts—Su Xuan!

Run!

Must run!

Bai Feng felt fear, and then, without any hesitation, all his internal energy surged out. He used almost twelve percent of his strength to operate his movement technique.

Afterimages appeared, and he quickly moved away from here, not wanting to stay for even a moment.

What assassination of Su Xuan, what Mo Ya's corpse—none of it mattered anymore.

He had to tell the Grand General the news of Mo Ya's death and ask the Grand General to preside over justice and avenge Mo Ya.

Su Xuan watched Bai Feng leave, then looked at the sword stuck in the ground in front of him that had taken Mo Ya's life. He raised his hand, and the longsword flew out, falling into his hand. In the end, he did not use the longsword to assassinate Bai Feng.

Instead, he handed the sword to Han Jiuli, "Your sword, keep it well!"

Han Jiuli was stunned, then hurriedly took back his longsword. In his heart, he couldn't help but savor the scene from earlier.

A flash of white light, and the vicious criminal who intended to assassinate Su Xuan died just like that.

Is this Mr. Su's true strength? ===== CHAPTER 69 =====