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"Ok?"

Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows, his face sinking.

He wouldn't take the opponent's provocation as an impulse.

In fact, since the arrival of the envoy of King Zhao, Chu Xiong's vision has swept over him several times, and it is by no means pure curiosity and exploration.

It is hostile.

Even murderous!

"how?"

Seeing that Mo Qiu didn't say a word, Chu Xiong snorted disdainfully:

"If you don't speak, are you afraid?"

"I really don't know where you came from. If I find the way to Yangshi, I will rate the ghost soldiers to flatten there!"

"Ah…"

Don't ask for light.

I have to say that Chu Xiong has an ability to make people feel angry, or a unique talent for ghosts.

But Mo Qiu was indeed a little angry.

"Mo Daozhu."

Regarding the right time, Di Yu spoke slowly:

"Since the son of King Zhao insists on inviting each other, Dao Master might as well make one shot, so that other ghosts know that Quanzhen Dao is definitely not a good deception."

"I'm afraid he wouldn't dare." Chu Xiong grinned and raised his head to indicate to Mo Qiu:

"Human cultivator, don't worry, because of King Lu's face, I will save you a little life."

As he spoke, he stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the corner of his mouth.

"Tao Master..."

Emperor Ku lowered his head and asked with his eyes.

Other ghosts also looked at him, and the ghost king of Mingyue turned his beautiful eyes, and his eyes fell on Mo Qiu one by one.

Concubine Yun was sitting not far from the seat of the ancestor, with her mouth cocked and her eyes cold.

Regarding the only living person in the Yang world who was once the Taoist Master of Quanzhen Dao whom King Lu ordered to crusade, the attitudes of the ghosts were different.

Some are indifferent, some are resistant, and rarely have good intentions.

But after all, they were the ‘friends’ invited by the new emperor Lu, even if they were uneasy, they would not show it.

Nowadays, most ghosts are looking forward to his action.

He and Chu Xiong, no matter who wins or loses, it is a good thing.

"Never mind!"

Being scrutinized by the ghosts, Mo Qiu nodded slowly and without expression, got up and stood up:

"Since the son of Zhaowang has this kind of elegance, if Mo is no longer ignorant, wouldn't it be ignorant of praise, and hope to accept mercy later."

He arched his hands far away, his body scattered abruptly in place, and then appeared not far in front of Chu Xiong, and none of the ghosts present could clearly see how he moved.

There was a sudden silence in the field.

Even Chu Xiong couldn't help tightening his body.

"Void shifting?"

The ghost king of Mingyue shrank his beautiful eyes and looked at the powerful ghosts such as Emperor Yu.

"good."

Mr. Luo looked gloomy and said:

"But this person's void movement should be limited. Short distances are acceptable. If it is far away, I am afraid it will not be so easy."

"So, it's enough." A ghost whispered:

"By virtue of the method of emptiness, the surnamed Mo can almost be invincible."

"It's not necessarily." A ghost shook his head:

"When we fight together, the Qi machine changes thousands of times in an instant. There is no time to prepare to move the void, and the six seals have the ability to suppress the void."

"It is said that Mo Qiu once fought against the eleventh-order dragon clan, even beheaded on the spot, and dealt with a middle-level ghost king in the area.

"That was with the help of external forces, not his real strength."

"Moreover, this is the underworld. The strength of the practitioners of the Yang world in the underworld will drop sharply. It's hard to say who wins and loses."

"Look!"

"Ok."

There was a lot of discussion outside the field, and the ghosts looked different, and one ghost in the field was already looking at each other.

Being immersive, I can't ask to be able to truly feel the pressure on the body of Wucha and Chebeng Ghost King when he faces Chuxiong.

That Baizhang body is like a big mountain.

The breath was so strong that it almost distorted the void in the perception, and it caused muffled thunder and torrential rain with every breath.

Without exerting any effort, the power of terror has become a world of its own, locking up the surroundings.

The ghost talks well. Under this circumstance, Mo Qiu wants to move the void again. It is not easy, and it is easy to be interrupted.

He was exposed to the black rain, clasped his fists and arched his hands:

"I can't ask for the truth, I've seen Prince Chu."

"Hey!"

Chu Xiong pouted his lips, and said dullly:

"Yang Shizhong, are they all so long-winded, talk less nonsense, take my punch first!"

The sound fell, the world was steep and dark.

Above the endless time and space shed a halo of Yuehua, abruptly disappeared, only a mountain of fist shadows, slammed down.

Do not look up, his complexion unchanged.

Ghosts and ghosts are innately aligned with the Great Dao of the Underworld, and the physical bodies of practitioners of the far strong Yang world are almost natural bodies with amazing power.

Chu Xiong was even a middle-level ghost king, with a secret technique in his body, which immediately smashed with a punch, directly shattering the power of the five elements and the energy of heaven and earth.

Under this punch, Mo Qiu is as small as an ant.

"collapse!"

A faint tremor appeared in the body from Moqiu.

The sound was not loud, but it overwhelmed the roar of the attack and the muffled thunder in the sky, like the explosion of the earth in the early spring, revealing endless vitality.

"Wow..."

In the body, blood flows.

The blood full of the power of the fire burns crazily, and in an instant, he madly curls his body, not trying to twist his neck, and his body also grows larger.

"Boom!"

It looked like a mountain rising from the ground, but in the blink of an eye, the unrelenting manifestation of Yama's body had already turned into a hundred feet.

Five fingers clenched a fist and slammed to face the opponent.

"Peng!"

The fists collided, and layers of ripples visible to the naked eye swept across.

Wherever he went, the earth opened up and houses shattered. For a while, I don't know how many ghosts and wolves were howling and rushing towards the distance.

Chu Xiong only felt a strong surge, his body subconsciously leaned back, and he took a step back to stabilize his figure, his eyes opened involuntarily.

Look at the opposite side.

Mo Qiu retreats three steps in a row, obviously at a disadvantage.

After all, he was only in the early stage of Yuan Ying, although he was stronger than the physical body, his pure power was inferior to Chu Xiong who was the middle-ranking ghost king after all.

but…

The gap is not so big.

"good!"

Chu Xiong's eyes opened in anger, and his huge body appeared beside Mo Qiu like a flash of light, and he smashed into a whirlpool with one knife and one fist.

Do not ask to stretch out his hand, a hundred piping knives float in his palm.

The blade light flashed, and the whirlpool spread out like a torn cloth, and slammed into each other hard.

"when…"

The Hundred Swords and Soul Eater collided, and the weird aura turned into countless scattered blade lights, strangling crazily in this area for dozens of miles.

The earth was chopped into fine pieces instantly.

The sky was blasted into chaos by dark clouds and torrential rain.

An invisible mask appeared and enveloped the audience, so that the sword light would not mess up the entire Lu Palace, but it was the emperor's shot.

"Peng!"

Both fists banged on each other.

Moqiu's boxing skills have long been integrated, except that the sharpness is not as good as the hundred piping swords, and the strength is more fierce than it is.

The fist penetrated and collided with the secret method of protecting Chu Xiong's body.

In an instant, the aura trembled and roared endlessly.

The powerful ghost of the middle-level ghost king, coupled with the secret method of protecting the body, also showed no support, and was repeatedly regressed.

In comparison.

Mo Qiu's Heavenly Soldier's bodyguard rune has broken three levels, and with the Ming Wang Jia on his body, he stubbornly resisted the opponent's punch and was unscathed.

One move has the upper hand, don't seek to gain the upper hand.

Baipi Dao entangled the Soul Devouring Blood Knife tightly, and the other hand turned into a heavy fist shadow, blasting from all directions, successively falling on Chu Xiong.

"Peng!"

"Peng Peng!"

"Rumble..."

For a while, Chu Xiong, who was still flaunting his might just now, was exhausted from being bombarded with resistance, and even the huge ghost began to dissipate its yin energy.

"Peng!"

Seeing the right time, Mo Qiu stepped forward and hit the opponent's heart with a punch. The punch penetrated into the ghost, exploding inside, tearing the flesh.

"what!"

Chu Xiong looked up to the sky and screamed, black blood spurted wildly from his chest, his breath suddenly weakened.

Don't ask for the same expression. He who has experienced many battles and is good at seizing good opportunities will not relax his vigilance just because of a small advantage.

The sword is as light as a wheel, suppressing the opponent, with heavy fists, and does not give the opponent a chance to comeback.

The spectators looked at each other for a while.

Before this, none of them had expected this situation.

Just a moment after the fight, Chu Xiong was suppressed by Mo Qiu, and the opponent's skillful methods did not give Chu Xiong a chance to magnify the move.

I'm afraid that if it continues to wear like this, it will really kill the other party.

"Ahem!"

At this time, Qin Sheng, the deputy head of the Ancestral Temple Inspection Hall, who had never spoken, said leisurely:

"Lord, Chu Xiong is the son of King Zhao. I'm here to congratulate him. Don't frustrate his face too much, so as not to look bad in the future."

"Oh!"

Emperor Ku raised his eyebrows and his eyes sank:

"The words of Palace Master Qin seem to be late."

Earlier, when Chuxiong made a big fuss at the meeting place and didn't give himself any face, where you were, this time came to round it up again.

"Hey!"

Qin Sheng shook his head lightly:

"I'm afraid that Chu Xiong is really angry. I'm afraid it will be difficult to suppress. He is among the kings of Zhao, but he is called a lunatic."

"This will not bother the Palace Master." Di Yu said slowly:

"This place is Prince Lu's Mansion. It is not yet the turn of the lunatics in other places to run wild."

"..."

Qin Sheng's eyes flashed, he opened his mouth to speak, shook his head again and stopped, his face changed when he looked sideways at the court.

It's not just him.

Many ghosts were present, and their faces were shocked.

"what!"

Chu Xiong, who had been suppressed, suddenly yelled up to the sky, his body glowing with black blood, and the fist ignoring Mo Qiu slammed away with a single fist.

"Peng!"

With this punch, he flew Li Xu, while Mo Qiu took a few steps backwards.

And the one person and one ghost who suddenly separated, their complexions sank, and they separated their long swords in their palms, and their eyes collided with each other. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"Reincarnation!"

"Asura..."

Chu Xiong's face was savage, and he gritted his teeth and drank low. The body of a hundred zhang burst out with vast power, and he suddenly sank into the blood knife in his palm.

Blood knife, waving.

The void is stagnant.

A phantom of Asura appeared out of thin air, like a kingdom of Asura, as the disc of the sword whirled, it turned into a blade of light and swept forward.

The sword light appeared, and all the ghosts were shocked.

It seemed that everything between the heavens and the earth was blended into the light of the sword, and then was swallowed and assimilated by the endless Asuras.

Eventually turned into a dead soul in the knife.

Without exception!

Even the perception of divine consciousness is difficult to approach.

‘The Six Dharma Seals are known as one of the eight top killing techniques in the Kingdom of Shang, and if they really live up to their reputations, Chu Xiong has cultivated this technique to an extremely terrifying level. ’

‘Don’t ask...’

The ghost king of Mingyue turned his mind, turned his head to look at Mo Qiu, his beautiful eyes shrank again.

But seeing Mo Qiu's body, a rich Buddha light appeared quietly, and the golden Buddha light intertwined in the air, forming a huge phantom Buddha.

The Buddha stood up with one hand in front of him, and his right hand held the blade of a dash of light. Facing the incoming six dharma seals, he lightly waved his hand, and the light of the sword fell immediately.

Jizo original wish knife!

Sixth level!

When the sword comes out, it forms a world of its own, like a Buddha in the palm of the palm, with the seven emotions and six desires of sentient beings, countless evil spirits ups and downs, and only seeks detachment.

"Amitabha!"

A deep voice came from the light of the sword, full of calming compassion, but also with decisive perseverance and perseverance:

"I don't go to hell, who goes to hell?"

"The **** is not empty, and you swear not to become a Buddha!"

Don't ask the corners of your eyes to jump.

This voice is definitely not what he said, but from this sword technique, the Ksitigarbha's original wish knife has a hint of Ksitigarbha's will?

At the moment of thinking, the knife and light collided in the air.