Chapter 363 365:

The voice was hoarse, chaotic, and thick. It didn't sound like it was coming from a human being, but more like the roar and roar of a wild animal. One sound followed another, shocking those who listened to it in the dark night.

Nangong Mo glanced at Yun Ran in his arms, silently wrapped the coat around her tightly, and quietly grasped the hilt of the soft sword with one hand.

A dark cloud passed by, covering up the moonlight. The light between the sky and the earth suddenly dimmed, and a dark wind blew through, making it cold and charming.

There were fast and hurried footsteps accompanied by the cold wind, like drum beats, shaking the ground.

A group of black figures appeared in the night. They looked like tall and strong adult men. They moved quickly but very stiffly.

The night was too dark to see their appearance clearly, but at a glance, they were all densely packed in all directions, and those who looked at them in the darkness were secretly frightened.

"Ouch——"

Suddenly, one of them jumped up and rushed towards Nangong Mo, waving his hands, and howled like a wolf.

Nangong Mo waved his sleeves, and a silver sword light flashed across. The black shadow let out a strange cry, and one arm was cut off by the roots and fell into the snow with a 'bang'.

What flowed out was not red blood, but a pool of dark green liquid.

The black shadow whose arm was cut off seemed to feel no pain, and screamed strangely again and rushed towards Nangong Mo. At the same time, more than a dozen black shadows rushed forward, waving their arms at the same time and rushed towards Nangong Mo.

Some even opened their mouths wide, showing their powerful teeth and biting at Nangong Mo.

Nangong Mo repelled the black shadows that rushed towards him, while squinting his eyes to look at them.

They clearly have a human appearance, walking upright and waving their arms, but their teeth are like wild beasts, sharp, narrow, and sharp.

After he cut off both hands, they didn't even look at the arms that fell to the ground, and continued to charge forward with strange screams.

After their legs were cut off, they dragged their remains and crawled forward, still stubbornly rushing towards Nangong Mo.

Even some who were decapitated by a sword, with only their bodies left, still did not forget to charge.

What's more, some were split into two, leaving only half of them, still waving half of their arms and half of their bodies, screaming and charging.

That picture was somewhat strange.

Nangong Mo looked at those crazy 'human beings' with thoughts in his heart: These things look like humans but not humans, not beasts but beasts. Could it be... the legendary medicine men who were specially refined using secret techniques?

They have no consciousness of their own, no pain, and in their minds are only the orders given to them by their 'master': they will not give up until the mission is accomplished.

Looking at the whole or half of the medicine men coming in like a tide, Nangong Mo ignored the heartbreaking pain in his chest and secretly channeled his inner energy to pour it into the sword's edge.

The silver sword danced in his hand, pulling out countless sword flowers. The sword moved according to his heart, drawing a Tai Chi Bagua pattern in the wind.

The moment the diagram was drawn, Nangong Mo suddenly cut his palm and spread blood in the center of the diagram.

Just like a bunch of sparks igniting fireworks instantly, they bloomed with dazzling light in the night sky.

Thousands of rays of light emitted from the Tai Chi array, covering thousands of miles. Those medicine men who were screaming and charging madly were shrouded in golden light. As if they were baptized by the holy light, their madness gradually disappeared and became calm.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose soul had been extracted, and his body turned into a wisp of powder and dissipated in the wind.

If it weren't for the smell of moldy rotting corpses that had just left them in the air, all this would have seemed like a dream, as if they had never appeared.

The Tai Chi array in the sky slowly disappeared, and Nangong Mo suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, half-kneeling on the ground as if his body had been severely injured.

The first thing he protected was not himself, but the girl in his arms, for fear of throwing her.

The wound on his chest was bleeding out continuously, and his white clothes were already soaked in blood.

Originally, he had sealed several important bleeding points around his body, which would undoubtedly limit his internal strength. But just now, in order to deal with the men in black, especially those crazy medicine men, he opened the acupoints, causing the wounds to bleed.

"Master!"