After receiving the previous blow of "Sweeping Thousands of Armies", he also knew the power of this martial art, how did Mu Bai take it hard, and showed the footwork of "Treading Snow and Seeking Plum Blossoms", dodging step by step.

missed the blow, Mo Qi bullied forward again, and did not give Mu Bai a chance to relax, even a dragon came out of the matchless, and performed a style of "sweeping thousands of armies".

This is a style and he easily dodged it, but this "Treading Snow and Seeking Plum Blossoms" footwork consumes too much spiritual and physical strength, and between the two of them, it consumes thirty percent of his spiritual power, a large amount of physical strength is consumed, and hunger resurfaces.

Breath after breath, but this movement is extremely slow, but the amount of air exhaled is extremely large, which shows that the current form is extremely unfavorable for Mu Bai.

All this was taken into Mo Qi's eyes, and when he tried to get here, he also measured the depth, this surname Mu is obviously a strong head, and at this moment, I am afraid that it is the end of the strong crossbow, as long as he hits it once, the victory or defeat will be clear.

"Eat me one more shot. The silver spear followed Mo Qi's stride, poked straight at Mu Bai's eyebrows, seeing that there was no spiritual power released, Mu Bai also breathed a sigh of relief, held the sword in his right hand, and swept it horizontally upward, blocking the stabbing spear into the air.

On the way to change Mo Qi's moves, Mu Bai waved his right hand diagonally behind him, only to hear the soft sound of metal, and the Wind Riding Sword plunged into the sand.

With the sound roaring, Mu Bai ran towards Mo Qi with a diagonal stride, the white spiritual power wrapped in his right fist, and then, the fist wind roared, smacking down Mo Qi, the long hair on his shoulders fluttering backwards.

The whole person is showing a flying demeanor, but unfortunately this wind is not from himself, but from the fist style.

Mo Qi threw the spear at Mu Bai, that dare to smash it again, although this shot will be hit, but it is really unwise for him to exchange this shot for Mu Bai's punch, he wants one side to lose, not a scene of two defeats.

Then the spear that he smashed down was forcibly withdrawn by him, and swung it diagonally at Mu Bai, and Mu Bai's fists full of spiritual power smashed right on the body of the spear.

Both of them took a step back, Mu Bai stared at Mo Qi, and Mo Qi no longer attacked easily, but just held a gun in one hand and pointed at Mu Bai, with a provocative intent in his eyes.

Mu Bai's way of playing with injuries for injuries is really impossible for him, he still remembers the pain in his heart a while ago, and the injury in his chest can be described as painful and shameful, and on that day, four bones under his ribs were broken.

Fortunately, thanks to the Interrupted Pill given by his senior brother, he was restored to his original state within a few days, otherwise, how could he be healed in a few days, at this moment, I am afraid that he is still lying in bed, not knowing himself.

It's just that after he heard about this to his senior brother Zong Ming, he was silent for a long time, and asked him not to provoke the people who contributed to the hall again, and only said that the elders of the sect intervened in the matter of that day, and asked him to stop it.

As for Mu Bai, it should still be okay to teach a lesson, but don't do too much, there shouldn't be anything.

It was his senior brother's words that made him more confident, which is why he dared to come to Mu Bai to find trouble.

Mu Bai's fist against the silver spear, naturally suffered this loss, his right hand was painful, and then he put his hand behind his back and put on a master's appearance.

Suddenly, he remembered the white spiritual power on his fist, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"Since spiritual power can wrap the fist, then it can wrap the wind sword, this method is used on the fist, why can't I use it on the magic sword?"

This Mu Bai dared to think like this, if he changed to someone else, he would never be able to come up with such a bad idea, it was already a taboo to learn martial arts in battle, and he temporarily applied other martial arts to swordsmanship, which was a taboo among the taboos.

If it succeeds, it is easy to say, if it fails like this, I am afraid that I will have to pay the price of blood, it is a small matter to go mad, at most it is crippled, there is still an elixir to cure, if the spiritual power is chaotic, it explodes the internal organs, and the death will be in an instant.

But Mu Bai's temperament jumps out, and he does it when he thinks of it, how can he hesitate when he is facing the enemy.

"Carry the spirit in the hand, and drive the spirit in the instrument. In this way, he left Mo Qi alone beside him, silently reciting this sentence in his heart, and began to try to wrap his spiritual power on the Wind Riding Sword, all of which Mo Qi saw in his eyes and smiled in his heart.

How could he not know Mu Bai's thoughts, but in his opinion, this kind of practice is tantamount to asking for his own death, and he is still in the realm of condensing qi, so he delusionally wants to change the exercises, what is the difference between that and looking for death.

"Saying that you don't know how to lift, you have become even more stupid. How can the method of performing one martial art be changed to another martial art at will?"

"Don't bother with this, let me tell you tonight what delusion is. As he spoke, he lifted his silver spear and stepped forward to continue the fight.

"Hmph, Mo Qi, if you say it so early, you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue!"

Hearing this, Mochi stopped. Sneered: "Okay, senior brother, I'll wait here, I want to see what flowers you can play, when the time comes, the elders will come to check, don't bother me." ”

As he spoke, he inserted the silver spear in his hand into the sand, clasped his hands on his chest, and looked cunning, his eyes full of playfulness.

Seeing that Mo Qi no longer stepped forward, Mu Bai was slightly stunned, casually pointed the Chengfeng Sword at the ground, and said silently in his heart: "Concentrate on calming the mind, scatter the spirit in the palm of your hand, and attach the spirit to the blade of the sword." ”

With the slow operation of the Qitao Fist Technique, the white spiritual power gradually escaped from Mu Bai's right palm, and this spiritual power no longer turned into a ball, but like a long snake, it surrounded the hilt of the Wind Riding Sword, and slowly went towards the blade of the sword.

Mu Bai was overjoyed when he saw this, and his face showed joy.

This scene is a happy event in Mu Bai's eyes, but it is indeed a big bad thing for Mo Qi, which means that he has become a murderer and a tiger has become a trouble, and for a while he was a little unable to help himself, and said in surprise: This! How is this possible! You actually succeeded, what a demon!

However, he did not admit defeat, and if he gave up the purpose of his visit today, how could he be at ease.

Immediately restrained the look of surprise on his face, and returned to an indifferent and arrogant appearance, and said disdainfully: "You think that you can defeat me in this way, I will let you know that the gap in strength cannot be made up by these skills." ”

"The dragon is unequaled" A long red snake flew towards Mu Bai, with the power of this spiritual power, Mu Bai no longer blindly dodged, and stepped forward to fight fiercely with his sword.

The long sword wrapped in white spiritual power was only shocked against the red long snake, and it was not bounced off. This result can be said to have strengthened Mu Bai's confidence.

Although it is said that it costs some spiritual power to support the Wind Riding Sword with spiritual power in this way, but the combat power has gone up to a new level, and he can't think about anything else in the battle at this moment, and being able to fight in this state under the gap of three layers of cultivation is already a victory for him.