"Senior Brother Mo is using the Great Freedom Body Technique, it doesn't look magical, and he hasn't cultivated to the point of profundity, why can he dodge all the attacks?" Zhao Chong couldn't help but say.

"It's like being able to see an opportunity. Xu Gang continued.

"Senior Brother Mo has good eyesight, he should have specialized in cultivation. Sun Hongguang nodded and said.

"This guy's eyesight has always been very good, and he is born, and envy is useless. Jiang Feng said so.

"The victory and defeat have been divided, there is nothing to look at, Chi Lianfeng is going to be embarrassed this time. Xu Gang said with a smile.

"If Senior Brother Mo doesn't appear, the same won't be true for Lechuan Peak. Sun Hongguang's gaze swept quickly.

"Things shouldn't be that simple, there must be someone behind them, even if the Innocent Sword and Lei Gang are famous, I'm afraid it won't be able to make people target Lechuan Peak so obviously. Zhao Chong analyzed.

"Who knows? Maybe someone else is eyeing Senior Brother Mo. Sun Hongguang said.

"Then do you still want to interfere?" Zhao Chong asked.

"Of course!" Sun Hongguang nodded dryly.

"Mo Tian, Senior Sister Qin Lan was injured in the hands of this person. At this time, Qin Zixuan suddenly shouted.

"Really?" asked Mo Tian.

"I can't lie to you. Qin Zixuan shouted.

"Understood!" Mo Tian nodded, and his figure flashed in front of the burly disciple, and smashed down on the door of this person's face.

This burly disciple was also ferocious, and he didn't even dodge or retreat, and slammed his head one size bigger than ordinary people forward.

At the same time, the long knife in his hand swept towards Mo Tian's waist.

It's a lose-lose game.

However, Mo Tian's body twisted, went around behind the other party, and punched the opponent in the back of the heart.

Poof!

The burly disciple lay on the ground, unable to struggle for a while.

"Is Senior Sister Qin's injury serious?" Mo Tian asked.

"I suffered an internal injury and needed to recuperate for a while. Qin Zixuan said.

Boom!

As soon as Mo Tian kicked out, the burly disciple was kicked under the ring before he could get up.

This time it was really impossible to get up.

"Who else made a move on our disciples of Lethe Peak?" Mo Tian asked lightly.

"And him. Qin Zixuan pointed at a thin disciple and said loudly.

"Senior Brother Zhang Yuan was injured by him. ”

This thin disciple was a little unnatural under Mo Tian's gaze, but the next moment he raised his head again, grinning, and was not afraid of Mo Tian.

"A gust of wind!" Mo Tian recognized the other party.

"That's right, it's me. The skinny disciple said with a smile, and the next moment he was in the ring.

It's so fast, it's really like a gust of wind.

A gust of wind also has a lot of fame in Zhou Tianmen, and he has studied with Kuishan before, and he still has some good feelings for this person Mo Tian.

But since the other party also made a move against the disciples of Lechuan Peak, Mo Tian would not be polite.

At this time, Mo Tian could clearly see the reality of the other party.

"Sanhua realm, the spiritual root of the wind and thunder attribute, no wonder the body is flexible and fast, this person can be regarded as a master in the same realm, but the most pity is that he met me, and he still has to lose. Mo Tian said.

"How is Senior Brother Zhang Yuan's injury?" Mo Tian asked.

"I'm fine, just a little injury. This time it was not Qin Zixuan who spoke, but a young disciple who looked a little sven.

It turned out that this person was Zhang Yuan.

Mo Tian glanced at the other party, knew it in his heart, and looked like a gust of wind, "Let's make a move, I also want to see the senior brother's body." ”

"Mo Tian, I heard that the Injuryless Sword and Lei Gang were both defeated in your hands, but you are bullying the small with the big now, aren't you afraid of losing face?" said someone below Lei Tai.

Mo Tian smiled, and the three flowers bloomed from the top of his head, and after rolling a few laps, he put them away again.

"I've just entered Sanhua, and I haven't completed it yet, so it's not a big bully. Mo Tian said.

"Even if it's a small consummation, the junior brother is relatively late, and we still bully the small with the big. A gust of wind said with a smile, two daggers appeared in his hands, his hands were staggered, his body was stretched, and he rushed towards Mo Tian.

Fast!

Very fast!

Even if Mo Tian could perceive the reality of the other party and capture the other party's every move, he was still taken aback by the speed of the other party.

"Good fellow, you can't capsize in the gutter. "Mo Tian is a spirit, his perception naturally envelops the surroundings, and the state of the whole person is raised to the extreme.

A dagger wiped away at Mo Tian's waist, fluttering like a wisp of strong wind.

"The dagger is good, even if the magic clothes on my body can resist it, if I am stabbed, I will lose. Mo Tian moved, dodging the past.

A gust of wind seemed to know that Mo Tian would have this kind of reaction, and the whole person was stuck to it like a shadow, and another dagger reached Mo Tian's waist again.

Mo Tian dodged several times in the next but still couldn't get rid of the attack of a gust of wind, and the two daggers crossed attacks, two of which almost clinged to Mo Tian's clothes.

"This is a shadow, that guy from Lethe River Peak is going to be defeated. Someone under the ring said with a smile.

"Every time I see a gust of wind to make a move, I have a feeling of amazement, although a gust of wind is still only in the realm of three flowers, even a small consummation monk is not necessarily his opponent. Someone said slowly.

"Senior Brother Mo Tian is a little bad!" Liu Mingyuan said, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

The other disciples of Lechuan Peak were also silent, their eyes fixed on the confrontation in the ring.

Regardless of whether he has a good impression of Mo Tian or not, he doesn't want Mo Tian to lose, because at this time, Mo Tian represents the face of Lechuan Peak!

Mo Tian had lost two people in a row before, and these disciples of Lechuan Peak still had some happiness.

"It's been twenty times. At this time, someone suddenly said.

The atmosphere suddenly quieted, and someone showed a contemplative look in his eyes, yes, since a gust of wind is so strong, why hasn't it hurt Mo Tian in the slightest until now.

The attack of a gust of wind was so swift that he couldn't resist it by himself, but Mo Tian managed to dodge all the attacks.

The two daggers sometimes sent poisonous snakes, sometimes butterflies flying, each time they were a line off, but the distance between the lines could never be broken.

A gust of wind is certainly powerful, but if you think about it carefully, isn't Mo Tian even more powerful.

Bite!

The dagger stabbed into a long sword, making a crisp crashing sound, and there seemed to be a flash of blood.

Mo Tian finally stopped dodging, but took out his weapon to resist, but a gust of wind still looked calm, after the dagger was blocked, his body bent and stretched, and another dagger bounced towards Mo Tian's chest.

Boom!

Some blood flickered, and then the cloud dispersed like a gust of wind.

Ding! Ding!

A series of collisions sounded, and sword lights flashed in the clouds, each time the clouds expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the entire ring was shrouded in blood-red clouds, and only the sound of collisions was transmitted from them from time to time.

"How did the Thirteen Swords of Liuyun become like this?" Jiang Feng couldn't help muttering, his eyes wide and he couldn't see the situation in the ring clearly.

However, Jiang Feng knew that the long sword in Mo Tian's hand came from the Six Senses Elder of the Mission Hall, and when he saw this, Jiang Feng became more and more dissatisfied.

"It's all about getting rewards, but the gap is too big. Jiang Feng couldn't help but touch the long sword on his waist, eager to throw it on the ground.

"Senior Brother Mo Tian's swordsmanship is good, but this kind of artistic conception looks a little weird, it should be an ethereal swordsmanship, but it is full of a thick bloody atmosphere, is it possible that Senior Brother Mo has such a strong killing intent. Zhao Chong couldn't help but say.

"This should be because of the long sword in Senior Brother Mo Tian's hand. Sun Hongguang pondered for a moment and said.

In the past, Sun Hongguang had also seen Mo Tian perform swordsmanship, and knew that Mo Tian's cultivation was the Thirteen Swords of Liuyun, which was indeed different from what he was looking at.

However, it is indeed a fact that Mo Tian's strength has become stronger.

"The stronger the better, but I don't know if I can deal with them this time. Sun Hongguang thought so in his heart.

"With such swordsmanship, you should be able to win. Xu Gang is more concerned about this.

"It should be fine. Sun Hongguang nodded.

"It's hard to say, the strength of a gust of wind is very strong, and no one has seen a gust of wind exert its full strength. Someone said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, the sneering sound rang out, and the blood-colored clouds that filled the ring were cut and scattered, and quickly dissipated in the whirring wind.

I saw a gust of wind, the dagger sword in his hand soared, almost as long as the long sword, with a gust of wind quickly wandering and constantly waving and cutting, killing Mo Tian retreated again and again, the sword moves were a little scattered, where can you still use the artistic conception of Liuyun.

"Could it be that Mo Tian is going to be defeated? Jiang Feng was a little anxious, looked at Sun Hongguang, and found that the other party also had a solemn expression.

As for the disciples on the side of Lechuan Peak, they were also nervous and speechless, and they were no longer as excited as they were just now.

"If it weren't for my eye of insight, with my true strength, I wouldn't be an opponent of a gust of wind. Mo Tian sighed in his heart, knowing that he couldn't underestimate everyone.

A gust of wind has two spiritual roots: wind, thunder, and two kinds of spiritual roots, and the innate cultivation talent is extraordinary, and the acquired cultivation exercises can better show the power of wind and thunder perfectly.

Innate and acquired with his own efforts, in Mo Tian's opinion, the strength of a gust of wind is not weaker than some small consummations, and even more than some people.

Moreover, the two daggers in the hands of a gust of wind are not ordinary, they can be compared to the Blood Shadow Sword, and the powerful attack power makes the Blood Shadow Sword vibrate endlessly.

"This type of attack also increases my combat experience, so I don't have to rush to end the fight. Mo Tian said secretly in his heart, his retreating footsteps suddenly stopped, and the long sword in his hand rolled, suppressing the two daggers in his hand with a gust of wind.

Then Mo Tian blasted over with a punch against a gust of wind.

With the Gravel Fist and the volcanic energy that is not let go, as long as a gust of wind is hit, then this fight will be over.

Sou!

A gust of wind really didn't dare to make a hard connection, pulled out the dagger, retreated quickly, and instantly reached the edge of the ring, and then jumped up suddenly, and the dagger in his hand waved two small tornadoes that were rapidly rotating towards Mo Tian.

"I'm going to play the big move! I'm thinking about it for a while. Mo Tian said with a smile.

If it was placed in the open space, Mo Tian could have dodged this move, but now if he dodged again, he would have to leave the ring.

"Then try your strength. The Blood Shadow Sword in Mo Tian's hand swept out violently.

Whoa!

This is the blood in the body flowing rapidly, mixed with the buzzing sound of the Blood Shadow Sword, giving people a feeling like a stormy wave.

The Blood Shadow Sword was also a surge of blood light under Mo Tian's urging, and Mo Tian clearly felt that a blood rune in the Blood Shadow Sword suddenly exploded, producing an incomparably powerful energy across the Blood Shadow Sword.

In a short period of time, the Blood Shadow Sword had risen by one level.

The surging blood light suddenly converged, and the Blood Shadow Sword shrank in a circle.

The power is condensed, so that the Blood Shadow Sword becomes more dangerous.

Mo Tian was first surprised, then nervous, and couldn't help but shout, "Get out of the way!"

At the same time, Mo Tian was also suppressing the power of the Blood Shadow Sword as much as possible, but it was too late, the blood light swept across, and the two oncoming tornadoes shattered, and a gust of wind retreated again and again, dancing the dagger in his hand frantically, but the look of horror in his eyes could not be concealed.

Bang bang bang!

Dozens or hundreds of collisions rang out for a moment, and then a gust of wind tossed up and flew out of the ring.

Someone rose into the air to catch a gust of wind, and after falling behind, he retreated seven or eight steps in a row, knocking down two disciples before stopping.

Leave a series of footprints on the ground!

The ring was in a mess, the gravel was scattered, and the bluestone paved ring also had a lot of footprints, and cracks of different sizes spread like spider webs, as if the whole ring was about to collapse.

Mo Tian also took two steps back, the bluestone under his feet cracked, half of his body was paralyzed, the arm holding the sword was bare, and his clothes and robes were shattered, and if you looked closely, you would find that the blood vessels on Mo Tian's arm were still beating slightly, only Mo Tian could clearly feel that the blood in his arm was hot, and it was still flowing, and then even the whole body was hot.

On the contrary, the Blood Shadow Sword returned to normal after a single outburst, but the upgraded grade was retained.

didn't have time to think about this, Mo Tian hurriedly looked at a gust of wind.

Mo Tian's original intention was just to defeat a gust of wind, and he didn't think about hitting the other party hard, and the power of the Blood Shadow Sword explosion just now made Mo Tian a little worried.

When Mo Tian saw a gust of wind and stood up on his own strength, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Tian walked forward, stood in the ring again, and carefully looked at the gust of wind.

A gust of wind blew his arms apart, and his arms were still vibrating uncontrollably, and to Mo Tian's surprise, the two daggers were still in his hands, but the jagged marks on the blades were clearly visible.

"A little bit of a minor injury. Mo Tian was really relieved, and at the same time a little surprised.

"The strength of a gust of wind is very strong, even if it is the uninjured sword and Lei Gang, I am afraid that they will not be able to catch my sword. Mo Tian pondered.

"I lost. A gust of wind spoke, looking at Mo Tian's eyes were still calm.

Mo Tian just nodded, and didn't say anything, but his gaze quickly swept around the ring, and finally landed on Qin Zixuan and the others.

These disciples of Lechuan Peak were stunned for a moment, and then they understood what Mo Tian meant.

"Senior Brother Mo, you've already played three games, it's time to come down and rest. "'Senior Brother Liu' spoke.

Mo Tian immediately understood that except for the three of them just now, no one had ever made a move against the disciples of Lechuan Peak.

Just when Mo Tian wanted to step out of the ring, another person flew into the ring.

I saw that this person was in his twenties, with a tall figure, eyebrows like swords, long hair tied up at will, holding a long sword that looked ordinary, standing in the ring at will, with a smell of dust.

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