Li Yizhi was so scared that he was scattered and fell to the ground and burst into tears. Li Qianmo was stunned when he saw this and his long sword stopped in the air.

Li Yizhi burst into tears and screamed: "Why, why did God treat me like this and actually asked my own son to kill me? I know what I did is difficult to tolerate, but I was forced to do it. The emperor gave the marriage in person, but I could not refuse, otherwise it would be a death sentence. After I became the son-in-law, someone secretly investigated that I had a wife and wanted to impeach me. If I was discovered, I would implicate you and destroy the nine clans. After I weighed, I had to send someone to take your lives. I was forced, I was forced..."

He cried with tears and was heartbroken. Seeing that he was so miserable, Li Qianmo couldn't help but feel trembling. The scene of having fun at his father's knees in an instant came to his heart, vividly in his mind, as clear as what happened yesterday. He even remembered that the first word he learned when he was four years old was taught by his father. At that time, Li Yizhi wrote the word "man" on paper and said to him: "Xiao Qianmo, this word is pronounced as a person. You must become an open and honest gentleman to be considered a human being. Do you remember?"

Li Qianmo stood there with her eyes straight, her heart was mixed, and the hatred was finally dispersed by the father-son relationship.

"Forget it, after all, father and son are in a relationship." He sighed in his heart, and he took back the dragon teeth and hid them in the sea of ​​energy.

Li Yizhi was very surprised to see this and shouted happily: "Qianmo, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, I know I'm sorry for you, thank you for letting dad go, dad, dad will repay you well."

Li Qianmo shook his head sadly, as if he was talking to Li Yizhi, and as if he was talking to himself: "What you are most sorry for is your mother, not me."

He was hurting himself, and suddenly his wrists tightened, and the two acupoints "Taiyuan" and "Lieque" were sealed. The true energy in his body suddenly stagnated and his whole body became weak.

Li Qianmo's heart was shocked. Before he could react, Li Yizhi stabbed his abdomen with a short sword in his hand. The sword was one foot long and penetrated into the handle. It was exposed from his back waist, and blood dyed his white clothes red.

Li Qianmo was frightened and angry, and shouted angrily. The sea of ​​energy suddenly moved, and a powerful force shook out, shaking Li Yizhi three feet away.

After Li Yizhi landed, he took several steps back and stood four feet away, his eyes showing his fierce light, staring at Li Qianmo like a wolf.

Li Qianmo endured the severe pain and lit the acupoints on his abdomen, and blood was still slowly flowing out. His clothes below his waist had already been dyed red. He stared at Li Yizhi with red eyes, his eyes as if he wanted to choose someone and ate him. The endless anger made him tremble all over and could not say a word.

Li Yizhi looked at Li Qianmo and said with a sinister face: "Good boy, in my heart, you are a dead person and should not be alive in the world. If you are alive, I will find it difficult to survive." He smiled bitterly and said, "You go with peace of mind. Dad promised you that you will burn a lot of paper money for you and your mother, so that you can have food and clothing under you and no longer have a hard life."

Li Qianmo's teeth clattered, and his eyes almost spit out of fire. After a long time, he gritted his teeth word by word: "Damn you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly pinched the magic tricks with his hands, and the true energy in his body flowed, and the flying sword suddenly flew out, taking Li Yizhi like a ray of lightning.

When Li Yizhi saw the flying sword coming, he did not dare to neglect it. He moved his feet quickly, tilted his body, and barely avoided the sharp sword.

Li Qianmo missed a sword, and immediately moved his hand and the flying sword roared back, and he rushed towards Li Yizhi again. Li Yizhi was unable to hide anymore in a hurry. He penetrated his arms and swung his short sword. With a "ding" sound, the flying sword was opened by Li Yizhi.

Li Qianmo secretly cried out: "These two swords used all my strength, but they could not hurt him. It seems that my injury is too serious. If this continues, I will definitely die. I must escape quickly and find another opportunity to take revenge in the future."

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately controlled the flying sword and flew under his feet, trying to escape with the sword. Seeing this, Li Yizhi flew out of his short sword with a crisp "ding" sound, Li Qianmo's flying sword was knocked away, and the escape plan failed.

Li Yizhi seized the opportunity to turn the defense into an attack, and made hand gestures. The flying swords continued to attack Li Qianmo. Li Qianmo lost too much blood and gradually felt weak all over, and his true energy was difficult to mobilize. He could not even exert his cultivation level, unable to escape, or win, and could only resist.

He forced his true energy to circulate, and the bleeding of the wound on his abdomen accelerated. He fell to the ground in a moment, his face pale, and he lost his strength to control the flying sword.

Seeing that he was declining, Li Yizhi became excited and the flying sword attack became more and more fierce.

Li Qianmo had to hold the long sword in his hand and struggled to withstand it. His strength had been gone. In just a moment, he was stabbed several times with swords on his body. Each scar penetrated several inches deep into his body. Fortunately, he tried his best to protect his vitals, otherwise his head would have been cut off by a sword and died on the spot.

His spiritual consciousness gradually blurred, his true energy dissipated, and after more than a dozen moves, he suddenly heard a howling sound from a distance: "Mr. Li, we will help you!"

Li Qianmo turned his head and saw three monks flying in the northern sky, all of whom were in the early stage of the strange acupoints. Seeing this scene, he felt a chill in his heart and said in despair: "Forget it, dying in the hands of his biological father is not a loss, it's just a pain for his mother." Thinking of this, he had lost his will to live, lowered the sword in his hand, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Seeing that he was waiting to die, Li Yizhi would not miss such a great opportunity. With a pinch of the sword technique, the flying sword stabbed straight into his chest, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The sword was halfway through, and suddenly the wind blew, causing Li Yizhi to fall to the ground and roll, unable to open his eyes. When the wind passed, when he opened his eyes and looked again, he saw that the mountain was empty, with only a few traces of blood, and there was no trace of Li Qianmo's shadow.

At this time, the three monks had already landed beside Li Yizhi. Li Yizhi asked urgently: "What happened just now? You should see it clearly in heaven."

All the three casual cultivators shook their heads, and one of them said, "A fog was just now, it seemed like a very clever trick. We couldn't see clearly. It seemed that there was a master here to rescue the man."

Li Yizhi looked at the place where Li Qianmo had stayed before, and there were still several bloodstains. He really didn't expect that he would fail at the last moment. He would be unable to sleep or eat later. When he thought of this, he was angry and threw the magic sword to the ground with a "clang" and shouted wildly: "Why!"

Naturally no one answered this, and only heard the echoes of the valley: "Why, why..."

Above Mount Hua, clouds and mist were shrouded in the clouds, and the mountains pierced through the clouds and came out, reaching the sky, with extremely majestic mountains.

“Buzz…buzz…”

It was the morning of Mao, and the loud bells of Chunyang Palace shook the valley and echoed among the mountains. After hearing the bell, many new disciples got up and dressed, hurried to Tai Chi Square to gather, arranged in order, and practiced in morning sword dance.

In a Taoist room in Chaoyang Peak in Chunyang Palace, the furnishings are very simple. A plaque is hung on the wall in the room, with the big word "Tao" written on it.

Under the plaque was an old bed, and a young man was lying on it. He looked ten years old, with handsome eyebrows and clear edges, which was Li Qianmo.

At this time, his eyes were closed and his breath was even, as if he was sleeping. He was probably disturbed by the bell. His eyelids trembled slightly, and then slowly opened.
Chapter completed!