Chapter 1057

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　　“Young …… Young Master？”
　　Old Zhang’s heart trembled violently. Then, following the aura sensed by his Azure Dragon Token, he happened to see a man dressed as a servant smiling at them.
　　Although the man’s face was very unfamiliar, the three of them were extremely familiar with this smile.
　　They were certain that this person was Young Master Rusty Lion.
　　“Let’s go. Pretend that the poison hasn’t been resolved for now. Don’t let anyone see the flaw. I’ll take care of Zhai Mo here.”
　　Rusty Lion’s voice rang out in the minds of the three people again at this time.
　　Immediately, the three of them didn’t hesitate any longer. They all put their hands into their sleeves and immediately touched a paper packet.
　　Although they didn’t know when Young Master Rusty Lion put this antidote on them, because of their unreserved trust in Young Master Rusty Lion, the three of them took the antidote in the paper packet while fleeing.
　　Seeing this, Xu Taiping finally let out a sigh of relief.
　　The reason for asking them to continue to pretend to be poisoned was that through his recent observation, even if they took the antidote, it would take at least a cup of tea’s time for the poisoned person’s qi and blood and true yuan power to recover to their full strength in a short while.
　　Coupled with the number of disciples of the Sword Worship Villa in the hall at this moment, it was actually very difficult for the three of them to escape.
　　Continuing to pretend to be poisoned could make the disciples of the Sword Worship Villa relax their vigilance, thereby giving them a chance to slowly restore their strength.
　　“Boom！”
　　Just as he had expected, before the three of them could rush to the door, they were already surrounded by the disciples of the Sword Worshipping Villa.
　　However, since they were not facing the Cloud Court Thirteen Swords, relying on the skills of Nan Xing and Zhai Mo, the three of them should not be in immediate danger of losing their lives for a while.
　　“That Yun Mubai wants them alive and definitely won’t use deadly moves. As long as they hold on for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the poison on the three of them will be resolved.”
　　While thinking like this, Xu Taiping looked at Zhai Mo not far in front of him.
　　Actually, he could have made a move before Zhai Mo risked his life, but after careful consideration, he still decided to let Zhai Mo learn a lesson.
　　“Brother Zhai Mo is upright and forthright, but he values affection too much when doing things. If he doesn’t learn a lesson, he will definitely encounter a second Yun Mubai next time.”
　　Xu Taiping muttered in his heart.
　　Of course, the main reason for not stopping Zhai Mo from risking his life was to let him buy time for Old Zhang and the others to recover their strength.
　　“Zheng！”
　　Come to think of it, the Cloud Court Thirteen Swords once again activated the sword array and slashed at Zhai Mo with a single sword.
　　For Zhai Mo in his prime, there were many ways to break this sword, but at the moment, all he could do was rely on the remaining trace of blood energy on his body to harden and receive this sword.
　　“Shua！”
　　The moment the sword qi came slashing, Zhai Mo let out a furious roar and, like a wild beast, lifted the giant axe in his hand and went to meet it.
　　“Bang！”
　　But this time, even though Zhai Mo used all his strength, he still couldn’t break the sword momentum of the Yunting Thirteen Swords, and his body was violently sent flying backwards under the impact of the sword momentum.
With a “bang”, Zhai Mo fell to the ground beside Xu Taiping and his originally tall and burly physique began to shrink at a visible speed.
　　In the blink of an eye, he became the appearance of the somewhat sturdy man when Xu Taiping first saw him again.
　　“Puff！ …”
Without the support of the blood qi power, he could no longer suppress the damage of the poison to his body and kept spitting out black blood from his mouth.
　　“Zheng！”
　　At this time, the Yunting Thirteen Swords formed a formation again.
　　“Zhai Mo, is this all the ability you have？”
　　Amid the “rumbling” sound of the sword qi breaking through the air, Yun Mubai suddenly shouted at Zhai Mo with a sneer on his face.
Hearing this, Xu Taiping, who was squatting beside Zhai Mo with his head in his hands, immediately saw Zhai Mo’s thoughts and thought:
　　“Although this Yun Mubai won’t kill Zhai Mo, it doesn’t prevent him from shattering Zhai Mo’s Dao heart, because only in this way can Zhai Mo be completely used by him.”
　　And after hearing these words, Zhai Mo actually endured the pain on his body and got up from the ground again.
　　“I have to say that Brother Zhai Mo’s willpower is no weaker than that of any warrior I know, including Old Zhu and General Zhang.”
　　Seeing that Zhai Mo actually fought again, Xu Taiping couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.
　　Although Zhai Mo’s mind is not very bright sometimes, his bloody energy and his willpower that exceeds that of ordinary people are far beyond those of Nan Xing and Old Zhang and them.
　　He can be said to be a natural warrior.
　　“Spit！”
　　At this time, Zhai Mo spat out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, then clenched his fists with both hands, his eyes widened, and he glared at Yun Mubai and said：
　　“If you can’t kill me this time, I will definitely take a few of your Cloud Court Thirteen Swords as a cushion！”
　　Although these words were said to Yun Mubai, the killing intent in the words was like a torrent, beating fiercely towards the Cloud Court Thirteen Swords.
　　The thirteen young sword cultivators suddenly oozed a layer of fine cold sweat on their foreheads, and there was also a shaken look in their eyes.
　　Even though Zhai Mo looked like he was at the end of his strength, his killing intent was already enough to shock these thirteen young sword cultivators.
　　“If you can’t kill them, the thirteen of you don’t want to step into the Cloud Court of my Sword Worship Villa again！”
　　Yun Mubai snorted coldly at the thirteen swordsmen of Yunting with some dissatisfaction.
　　Hearing Yun Mubai’s anger, the thirteen swordsmen of Yunting immediately regained their composure and used their sword intents to disperse the killing intent on Zhai Mo’s body.
　　“Zheng！”
　　The moment the killing intent on Zhai Mo’s body was dispersed, the thirteen swordsmen of Yunting simultaneously activated the true essence in their bodies and used the power of the Yunting Sword Formation to condense the huge sword energy into a sword shadow dozens of zhang long and slashed at Zhai Mo with one sword.
　　“Shua！”
Amid the harsh sound of breaking through the air, the huge sword shadow, carrying sword shadows like the churning of a sea of clouds, instantly engulfs Zhai Mo.
　　Facing this sword, Zhai Mo, who could no longer lift the huge axe, first raised his fist to meet it.
　　“Peng！”
　　Amid the deafening collision sound, Zhai Mo’s fist momentum was almost instantly shattered.
But at the last moment, he changed his fist into a palm and forcefully held the huge sword shadow regardless of the erosion of the sword energy on his palms.
　　With his current physical strength, how could he possibly block the sword strike exerted by the thirteen swordsmen of Yunting using the power of the sword formation？
　　“Peng！”
In just a couple of breaths, Zhai Mo, unable to withstand the distance caused by the sword momentum, heavily knelt on one knee.
　　Xu Taiping beside him could even clearly hear the “click” sound of his knee shattering.
　　But even so, Zhai Mo still didn’t let go. His bloodied hands tightly clamped the huge sword shadow.
　　Because he knew that the more time he delayed, the more chance Elder Zhang and the others would have to survive.
　　“This is… what I owe Nanxing and Elder Zhang… them…”
　　Zhai Mo, with blood foam in his mouth, muttered in a low voice.
　　“Zhai Mo, as long as you kneel down to me, I can consider sparing your life.”
　　At this time, Yun Mubai’s voice sounded again.
　　Hearing this, Zhai Mo gave a “hehe” laugh, and then glared at Yun Mubai and said：
　　“You don’t deserve it！”
　　Hearing this, Yun Mubai sneered, and then raised his hand and pressed down, saying：
　　“It’s not up to you.”
　　As soon as the words fell, the huge sword shadow let out another sword cry, and then, under the control of the Yunting Thirteen Swords, it suddenly pressed down.
　　“Boom！… ”
　　Amid the huge shock, Zhai Mo’s other leg was on the verge of being unable to support, and the bones in his body kept making a “click click” cracking sound due to this heavy pressure.
　　“Pa.”
　　Just when Zhai Mo was about to be unable to hold on, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, and then a familiar voice reached his ears——
　　“Brother Zhai Mo, that’s enough. Leave the rest to me.”
　　Hearing this, Zhai Mo’s heart trembled, and then he turned his head in disbelief to look in the direction of the sound.
　　After seeing the figure standing beside him, he said with a mixture of joy and sorrow：
　　“Young Master！”