"You... Hugh wants to spew blood..."

The man looked at Mo Lingquan with a frightened expression, flipped his hand, and the ring knife he had thrown earlier returned to his hand.

"Yo... Do you want to kill people? It seems that I have been right, and you really want to replace it..."

Mo Lingquan had a bright smile on his face and looked at the man with a sneering expression.

"You... Bloody mouth. We've fought with you. ”

Fang Wanzhong hated Mo Lingquan very much at this moment, if these words reached the ears of the Huanxi Sect Master, his fate would definitely be extremely miserable.

"I'm so scared..."

Looking at Fang Wanzhong, who was in a state of rage, the corners of Mo Lingquan's mouth hooked up an inexplicable smile.

"Ahh You're damned..."

The ring knife in Fang Wanzhong's hand slashed out in the air, and a sky-high sword slashed towards Mo Lingquan.

"Hmph..."

Mo Lingquan snorted coldly, and his body dodged Fang Wanzhong's sword in a flash, and there was a deep ravine on the ground.

"Upper, stupid. ”

Mo Lingquan's joking voice sounded above Fang Wanzhong's head, and the dragon sword in his hand pointed directly at the Baihui acupoint above his head.

"Zheng..."

Fang Wanzhong raised the sword in his hand and stopped Mo Lingquan's top-down sword.

With a pull of the long sword, Mo Lingquan took advantage of this force to rise into the air again.

With a sword, he staggered, Mo Lingquan's figure disappeared in an instant, and Yun Longgang's qi swirled all over his body, and it had long been integrated into his sword style.

Gradually, Mo Lingquan's figure flashed faster and faster, and the power of the long sword in his hand became stronger and stronger.

Another sword fell from the sky, and the long knife in Fang Wanzhong's hand was horizontal, stopping this lightning strike, but Mo Lingquan seemed to use the old move to suddenly change, and as soon as the long sword in his hand was raised, his figure flew up involuntarily.

Suffered...

As soon as the body is in the air, Fang Wanzhong knows that he is going to suffer.

His strength was not weaker than Mo Lingquan's, he had only been distracted by Mo Lingquan's finger of the formless Yimu Sword Qi when he killed his companions, after all, that miserable appearance was really too similar to the way the Joyful Sect Master dealt with his errant subordinates in his memory.

One wrong step, one wrong step.

Mo Lingquan's figure fell to the ground, and a little under his feet, his figure rose into the air and appeared below Fang Wanzhong.

The dragon sword in his hand turned into a sword shadow in the sky and attacked towards Fang Wan.

At this time, there was no time to think about it, Fang Wanzhong twisted his waist hard, his body turned sideways, and he waved the sword in his hand, stopping the sword curtain in the sky.

The body that had nowhere to borrow strength was also hit higher and higher.

Suddenly, Mo Lingquan's feet were a little volleyed, and his figure disappeared in front of Fang Wanzhong's eyes.

"Zheng..."

Fang Wanzhong took a strong breath and twisted his body, and took the sudden sword of Mo Lingquan who appeared behind him.

After the blow, Mo Lingquan's figure disappeared again. This is a style of swordsmanship that Mo Lingquan has only recently completed, the twenty-eighth style of the sword, and it is gorgeous in an instant.

Fang Wanzhong, who had nowhere to use his strength to boost his strength, was churning with blood all over his body at this time, and his chest was tight.

After all, light body exercises like "Cloud Dragon Nine Appearances" and "Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens", which are good at borrowing power in the air and moving their bodies, are rare, and not everyone can have them.

Mo Lingquan's figure appeared behind him again.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Fang Wanzhong's body twisted, and the ring knife in his hand waved, and the Dao Dao knife **** came out, forcing Mo Lingquan to retreat.

Taking advantage of Mo Lingquan's retreat, a thousand catties fell rapidly.

"Bang..."

With a muffled sound, Fang Wanzhong's body fell heavily to the ground, and an inch of footprints was stepped under his feet, his throat was sweet, and he couldn't hold back anymore, a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, and his meridians were traumatized because he had nowhere to borrow his strength to breathe in the air.

Coupled with the heavy landing, it was even more injured.

"Admire and admire, Your Excellency is really good at kung fu, I can't learn this move of spitting blood mist. ”

Mo Lingquan was not in a hurry to make a move, and looked at Fang Wanzhong with a sneering expression. Through the subtle perception of the moon wheel, he noticed that the other party had a small movement at the moment after he landed.

"Hmph... Junior, really scheming. ”

Fang Wanzhong looked at Mo Lingquan with a sneering expression, his eyes full of anger.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be. Compared to Your Excellency's small actions, Ling Quan is ashamed of himself. ”

Mo Lingquan arched his hand, as if old friends praised each other.

"You..."

Fang Wanzhong looked at Mo Lingquan with a shocked expression.

Mo Lingquan casually glanced at Meng Yanran and the others, and found that they had the upper hand on their side, and he was also relieved.

Fang Wanzhong naturally noticed this scene, if he waited for the other party's people to solve his subordinates, he was afraid that he would not be able to leave when he wanted to. Thinking of this, he already had the idea of retreating.

"What, want to go?"

Some of Fang Wanzhong's subconscious actions naturally fell into Mo Lingquan's subtle perception, and his thoughts were broken in one word.

"Your Excellency, don't deceive people too much. ”

Fang Wanzhong looked at Mo Lingquan with a resentful expression.

"What about lying to you?"

Mo Lingquan raised his eyebrows, with a mocking expression.

"As the so-called dog jumps over the wall, I am not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated. ”

In the face of Mo Lingquan's pressing step by step, Fang Wanzhong was already out of order.

"You also know you're a dog?"

Mo Lingquan stepped forward and sneered.

"I fought with you..."

Fang Wanzhong roared, and the ring knife in his hand emitted a terrifying sword light, turning into a heavy sword shadow, and attacked towards Mo Lingquan.

A smile appeared on the corner of Mo Lingquan's mouth, and the long sword in his hand drew a mysterious arc, encompassing all the swords that Fang Wan had attacked.

With a turn of his body, he squatted half-way, and swept out with a sword.

It turned out that Fang Wanzhong's desperate efforts were fake, and his escape was real, and he escaped dozens of zhang in the blink of an eye.

"Can you escape?"

After the sword was swung, Mo Lingquan did not pursue.

"Woooo

Just when Fang Wanzhong thought he had escaped, nine streamers as fast as lightning appeared in front of him.

"There is an ambush..."

Gritting his teeth, the ring knife in his hand was horizontal in front of him.

Suddenly, a crisis came from behind him, with wolves in front and tigers behind.

"My life is on hold..."

This was Fang Wanzhong's last thought, and then he was slashed into a blood mist by the swords that came from the sky.

"Twenty-nine sword styles, the universe is turning. ”

Mo Lingquan, who was standing in place, saw this scene, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This trick had been brewing in his heart until this moment.

"Second brother, what kind of move is this?"

Ling Yun, who had finished solving the opponent, was about to come over to help, and happened to see Mo Lingquan's mysterious sword.

"Qiankun Douzhuan, according to the master's mastery of "Douzhuan Qiankun" self-created swordsmanship. ”

An indifferent smile appeared on the corner of Mo Lingquan's mouth and said calmly.

"Damn... It's self-created again... It is said that I am one of the most outstanding disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion in this generation, and compared to you, I am nothing. ”

Ling Yun looked at Mo Lingquan with the eyes of a monster.

"It's lucky, if the eldest brother likes it, I'll sort it out and give it to you when the time comes. ”

Mo Lingquan said indifferently.

"Don't, your moves don't suit me, you can create your own and I can..."

Ling Yun's eyes burst with high fighting spirit.

"Okay... I'll wait for you. Beat me that day with your own moves. ”

Mo Lingquan turned around with a smile on his face.

"Fuck off..."

After Ling Yun took a deep look at Mo Lingquan, he suddenly burst into a foul mouth.

"Senior Brother Ling, are your junior brothers and sisters here? ”

Meng Yanran's dissatisfied voice sounded.

(End of chapter)