A blade of sword light came from the sky and fell in front of the rock.

He beckoned lightly with one hand, and the "Ten Thousand Ghost Banner" rolled up the moon-changing song and fell into his palm.

"Wow..."

The long banner trembles, shrinks rapidly, and finally turns into the size of a palm, which he holds in his palm with one hand.

Then he looked back at the four people not far away.

Turning his eyes, falling on Liang Xuejun, Moqiu raised his hand with one hand, bowed and bowed:

"Princess Liang, meet again!"

"You are……"

Liang Xuejun's beautiful eyes flashed, his expression was surprised and joyful.

Judging from the dressing up, the other party was supposed to be a member of the Cangyu School of Chihuofeng, but his appearance was very strange.

She thought about it carefully, and then remembered a monk surnamed Mo when she asked about Li Chenzhou's disappearance.

It seems to be called Mo Qiu?

Remember, this person is just an outer disciple who blindly cultivates hard, and his cultivation is not outstanding.

Unexpectedly, the strength is so powerful.

She asked herself if she could kill the true disciple of the Hehuan Sect.

Li Chenzhou disappeared for no reason, possessing such strength, and what he can do without knowing it...

Is it possible that he really did that thing in the first place?

But at this moment, these are irrelevant.

The important thing is now.

Since the other party can kill Yue Changge, and face the three of Zhao Wuya without changing his face, he has the confidence.

Three to two...

With this strong support, you can give it a try!

When his thoughts turned, Liang Xuejun's spirit was shaken, and hope appeared in his already desperate heart.

"Friend Mo, these three are Zhao Wuya of the Palace of Nine Evils, Bai Wai of the Hehuan Sect, and Nie Feng of the Blood Evil Sect. They are all true stories."

She said:

"You must be careful!"

"Yeah." Moqiu nodded, glanced at the three people in the field, and then fell on the indistinguishable male and female Bai Wai.

The trio's expression sank.

They know each other well, and the three of them have similar cultivation skills, but their strength is in vain.

This person can see through at a glance?

In addition, the Yu Wei who killed Yue Changge is still there, and it is inevitable that there will be a whisper in the bottom of the three people's hearts.

But they are not easy generations, they are all experienced, and it is impossible to retreat.

"I'll stop him."

Bai Wai lightly licked the corners of his mouth, his face full of charm, heroic and feminine temperament on him, not only did not look weird, but there was a strange beauty of male and female killing:

"You solve the princess as soon as possible, and then come and help me."

"it is good!"

"Can!"

The two of them should be, but seeing Mo Qiu frowned suddenly, they raised their heads and looked towards the distant sky.

The reaction of the four people in the field was slow, and they noticed the difference in an instant, and looked sideways at the same time.

Far away in the sky, I don't know when there was an extra black light.

The black light was not the size of a thin line at first, but it turned into the thickness of a thumb in an instant, and it turned into a black cloud in the blink of an eye, coming quickly.

In the dark clouds, the breath was cold, violent, and vaguely mad, which made one's heart tremble.

"It's him!"

Upon seeing this, the three Evil Dao True Legends looked at each other, and they all saw the uncertainty in each other's eyes.

Li Yuanjing!

This Cangyu Sect Inner Sect disciple, although he was not well-known before, has achieved an impressive record in the past month or so.

There are two true legends of the evil way, and their lives have been lost, and their strength is terrifying.

Coupled with Liang Xuejun and Mo Qiu, who suddenly appeared but had an unfathomable cultivation base, the hearts of the three of them sank.

A trace of retreat breeds from their hearts.

"This breath..."

Bai Wai's eyes flashed, his eyes turned back and forth between the object in Moqiu's hand and the incoming black light:

"like!"

"Huh!"

It was too late and it was fast, but in a few moments, the dark clouds in the sky had already fleeed to the front.

The black clouds dispersed, revealing Li Yuanjing, whose eyes were dark inside.

"Brother Li." Mo Qiu immediately clasped his fists and arched his hands, but a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart, and he subconsciously took a step back:

"I haven't seen him for many years, brothers have made great progress in cultivation, and Dao Ji will be expected soon. It is really gratifying."

"Hehe..." Li Yuanjing's dark eyes rolled back and forth, his eyes fell in Mo Qiu's hands, and he grinned:

"Junior Brother, you really make me easy to find!"

"Huh?" Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows:

"Brother is looking for something to do with me?"

"Not bad." Li Yuan headed towards the sight, then stretched out his hand:

"Bring it!"

"What are you bringing?" Mo Qiu's heart beat.

"The Yama banner in your hand." Li Yuanjing's voice was cold:

"If you don't want to die, let go."

Do not ask for his eyes to shrink.

He doesn't know why the "ten thousand ghost banners" in his hand will be called Yan Luo banners by the other party.

But this thing, but a genuinely high-quality artifact, how can it be given?

His complexion immediately sank, and he spoke slowly:

"Brother, are you joking?"

"No?" Li Yuanjing smiled grimly, suddenly waved a big hand, and a gray light fell like a waterfall:

"Then die!"

The grayish lustre is dim in color and the halo is impure, like an inferior magic weapon of inferior quality, but its power makes people tremble.

High-grade magic weapon Long River Sword!

The falling sword light didn't mean to keep a hand. The sword light pointed to, don't ask to be in it, it turned out to be a lore.

"Zheng!"

Mo Qiu's complexion was cold, and the sound of the sword on his body groaned softly, and a ray of cold sword light bucked the trend, and suddenly cut off the attacking sword light:

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Twelve Swords of Yin Killing?"

Li Yuanjing's eyes throbbed, and he didn't respond to Mo Qiu's questioning. He just smiled coldly and said:

"Classmen get an axe and use this sword technique in front of me. I think you are not fast enough to die!"

As the sound fell, the sword light trembled in the air, turning into strands of weird yin wind, quietly falling towards the lower cover.

Twelve swords of Yin killing Yin wind rustling!

"Well……"

Mo Qiu squinted, flicked his fingers, and the sword style came back up.

A layer of Netherworld Ghost Domain emerged from the sword's edge, and all the hideous murderous intents were hidden in it, disappearing.

The two swords interlaced, and the sound of clanging sounded.

"Ding……"

The collision sounded hoarse and harsh, the Yinfeng Wuyingjian flashed back, and the Changhe sword stagnated on the spot.

Li Yuanjing's expression was dull, his eyes fixed on Mo Qiu, seemingly unbelievable:

"how is this possible?"

This way of his sword art was taught by the Daoji monks himself, and the mysteries of it are all clear. That is to say, when it comes to subtlety, it is far less than unquestionable?

"This kid is a genius!" In his mind, the old voice was full of exclamation:

"Using the meaning of the sword, combining the sword with the emotion, perfectly aligning the sword intent and principle of the sword with one's own aura, and exerting the power of the sword to the extreme."

"This kind of imperial sword realm, the old man barely reached after decades of attaining Daoji."

"The posterity is terrifying!"

I can hear that this person's voice has a lot of emotion.

"So what?" Li Yuanjing sneered upon hearing this.

"No matter how good the sword art is, but the cultivation base is not strong, the magic weapon is not strong, after all, it is still one point worse than me."

"kill!"

The heart whispered, the sword of the long river suddenly violent, and countless violent winds swept across the world.

Moqiu's expression was cold, Feijian did not show weakness, flashed out, and fought with him.

The same is the twelve swords of Yin Killing, but seeing the breath of the two swords surging, the other cold and solemn, the other relying on the profound cultivation base, the sharp magical weapons, the exquisite swordsmanship, and the superb, it is difficult to distinguish the high and low for a time.

The four people not far away were taken aback when they saw this.

None of them thought of such a situation.

Liang Xuejun was even more anxious and angry. He thought that another savior would come, but he didn't want to be a lunatic making trouble.

"opportunity!"

Zhao Wuya's eyes flashed, and his figure shook, he was about to start his hands.

However, Liang Xuejun's complexion changed, and a sharp light appeared on his body, and he rushed to the vicinity of Moqiu's fighting area.

The other three escaped together and had to stop. After all, they were too close, and it was very likely that the two masters would be besieged, and the gain was not worth the loss.

"Good boy!"

In the void, Li Yuanjing looked up to the sky and roared:

"Your swordsmanship is really good, no matter who hinders my path, no matter who it is, he will die!"

As the sound fell, the black cloud on his body skyrocketed, and a big hand that covered the sky and the sun quickly came out from it and grabbed it.

Hell catches the master!

The five fingers of the big hand stretched out, and the faint light gathered on the belly of the finger, and gradually turned into five thunderballs with faint halo.

Dark Abyss God Thunder!

When the big hand fell, the void was still, the thunderball flickered and burst.

"boom……"

There are acres of land all over the thunder, and the top of a small hill is in it, and it splits in an instant.

In the middle of the thunder, Mo Qiu stood up, his eyes full of aura, and his body was full of flames.

Diamond foil!

Nine Fire God Dragon Cover!

Xuanhuo Tenglong!

The nine-headed fire dragon roared out, opened its mouth wide, and sprayed a flame thick like magma toward the top.

"Rumble..."

Void trembles.

The rock that fell from a high altitude was burned by flames, and instantly turned into hot magma to be scattered.

For a time, magma in the sky covered one party like rain.

"Wow..."

Don't ask if your wrist swayed, and the ten thousand ghost flags in your palm rose in the wind, turning into a few feet high, shaking out billowing black smoke.

In the black smoke, countless ghosts are ups and downs, and everything they pass by is swallowed up by them.

"Hey-hey……"

Li Yuanjing sneered upon seeing this:

"Greeting to me with Yamato banners, that would be great!"

At the sound of the sound, a weird suction came out of thin air, pulling the ten thousand ghost flags in Moqiu's hand and flew forward.

Corresponding ghosts pervaded the field, more like out of control, flying chaotically in the air.

Suffer!

Mo Qiu whispered something bad in his heart, and before he could think about it, the tactics changed, and his fingers flicked forward.

Thousands of fools!

burst!

Although Wan Guifan was a little out of control, he still had something to do.

"boom……"

In an instant, huge ghost smoke exploded one after another in the sky, and countless waves of terror, one after another.

The explosion did not resound through the world, but it was dull and powerful.

Even the perceiving and mind manipulation of the spirits suddenly shrank under the constant bombardment.

Subconsciously, the thought that connected the ten thousand ghost flags instantly dissipated.

Mo Qiu hurriedly turned over and put away the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner ~lightnovelpub.net~ and took out a forbidden charm to stick it on the storage bag.

"Damn it!"

Li Yuanjing roared, dashing forward, shaking his hands and shooting out 108 bloodthirsty soul-killing needles.

This needle is a one-time magic weapon, powerful, and the nemesis of all body protection spells.

When the flesh touches a mortal fetus, it melts thick water in an instant.

Even a cultivator with profound knowledge, without checking, will be the end of life and death.

The flying needle stabs swiftly, leaving Moqiu's location riddled with holes.

At the same time, a sword light with a touch of Zen seemed to penetrate time and space, quietly piercing through Li Yuanjing's heart.

King Ming cut!

There was even a ray of sword light, seeing the void as nothing, piercing through Li Yuanjing's eyebrows.

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