"Big brother, you are still on the road to the magic of the Heavenly Mecha. ”

Mo Lingquan looked at Ling Yun with a smile on his face.

"Without further ado, I'll set off, second brother, senior sister Meng, take care. ”

Ling Yun arched his hand at Mo Lingquan with a serious expression.

"Senior Brother Mo, cherish all the way..."

Meng Yanran looked at Ling Yun with a serious face.

Watching Ling Yun's figure disappear into the night, Mo Lingquan smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Senior Brother Mo, what's wrong?"

Meng Yanran looked at Mo Lingquan with a strange expression.

"I don't know how many people will be able to get out of this peerless city alive in the future. ”

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Mo Lingquan's mouth.

"When did Senior Brother Mo become so pessimistic, I couldn't practice martial arts and I didn't see you like this at the beginning, and now as a master of the younger generation, how can you not have confidence in yourself. ”

Meng Yanran turned around and looked at Mo Lingquan with burning eyes.

"Really?"

Thinking of the heaven and earth cage where Yue Qingdai was imprisoned, Mo Lingquan's heart became inexplicably heavy.

"By the way, senior brother, do you want to inform the master of the situation in Wushuang City, and ask the master in the door to take action?"

Meng Yanran looked at Mo Lingquan with a serious face.

"Maybe, I don't think they'll leave such a glaring flaw. ”

Mo Lingquan looked at the stars in the night sky and thought thoughtfully.

"You have to try, Yun Lan's seven forces in the world have been operating for thousands of years, how can it be so easy to shake. ”

Meng Yanran frowned and looked at Mo Lingquan with a serious face.

"Maybe..."

A noncommittal smile appeared on the corner of Mo Lingquan's mouth, the Demon Sect was able to compete with the forces of the Seven Directions of Yunlan for thousands of years, and it was not easy to match it.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and the top of the perforated attic was sprinkled with a soft silver glow.

Mo Lingquan looked back, and Meng Yanran looked so holy at this moment.

"Senior Brother Mo really expected it well, just today, around the Hidden Sword Pavilion, the figure of the Demon Sect appeared. ”

Yu Zixi looked at Mo Lingquan with a solemn face.

"Hmph... What a big ambition. ”

The corners of Mo Lingquan's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm.

"Maybe this time it's different, I always feel that it's not that simple. ”

Meng Yanran looked at Mo Lingquan with a worried face.

"Perhaps, they have touched my bottom line, and I will make them pay for it. ”

A murderous intent flashed on Mo Lingquan's face.

"Senior Brother Mo, can we get through this crisis this time?"

Meng Yanran looked at Mo Lingquan with a serious face.

"Don't worry, as the so-called magic is one foot high, the seven forces of Yunlan have their own hole cards, how can it be so easy to calculate. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Mo Lingquan's mouth.

"I believe in Senior Brother Mo even more..."

Meng Yanran smiled at Mo Lingquan and said with a shallow smile.

"That's a problem that can't be solved without your senior brother. ”

A confident smile appeared on the corner of Mo Lingquan's mouth.

"Well... Senior brother, I'll go and rest first. ”

Meng Yanran turned around, walked out of the attic, and sat down cross-legged directly in the attic, exercising pranayama.

This scene made Mo Lingquan have mixed feelings for a while, if it weren't for his lack of strength, how could his junior sister be so wronged.

Strength, the root of everything stems from his strength being too low, if he has the strength to return to the truth realm at this time, who will not obey if he directly breaks into the Longquan Palace to save people, and who will not accept it if he leaves with a swagger.

At the end of the day, this is a world where strength is respected.

Sitting down cross-legged, after a while, a touch of joy appeared on his face, and he didn't expect that after the baptism of heavenly thunder, the strength of his body and meridian points had been further improved.

Now he can use the Sword Twenty-Seven Style Heaven Breaking Sword at will, without worrying that the meridian points will not be able to withstand it.

For Mo Lingquan, who is now eager to improve his strength, it is really good news.

Gang air turns, condensed in the substance, Gang qi, thunder flashes.

If Mo Lingquan had a wisp of thunder power because of the Zixiao Thunder Wood refining body before, then now, he has completely possessed this power that is free from heaven and earth, a force that is difficult for people to control.

It is the most feared power of all martial arts cultivators. It's called the power of punishment.

As soon as his mind moved, the power of thunder was hidden in the qi, which was more difficult than before, if it took an extremely long time to mobilize that wisp of thunder power against the enemy, it seemed to be a chicken rib. The power of thunder now, just like his qi, is as powerful as his thoughts.

A confident smile appeared on the corner of Mo Lingquan's mouth, and now he was able to solve the previous confrontation with disillusionment within a few moves.

It was late at night, but Mo Lingquan didn't feel sleepy, so he just lay on the bed where Ling Yun slept before, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky.

It seems to have returned to the time when I first got the Zhou Tian Xingdou Diagram and the time when I comprehended the "Taixu True Scripture", and I was in a depressed mood.

Although he is not the same as he used to be at this time, the opponent he faces is by no means comparable to the one he was at the beginning.

After all, the disciples in the door, no matter how much they fight, it is difficult to rise to the point of life and death game, and now if they take a wrong step, they will not only lose their lives, but also their most cherished relatives, friends, and even lovers.

Jumping up, he slowly pulled out the Dragon Sword beside him, meditated, emptied his thoughts, and sank his heart into the Dragon Sword.

A sky-high sword intent suddenly appeared in Mo Lingquan's consciousness, the domineering spirit of dominating the world and giving up on others made him feel like he wanted to indulge in it.

"How do you feel..."

An ethereal voice came from all directions.

"This is not my martial arts, not for me. ”

A confident smile appeared on the corner of Mo Lingquan's mouth.

"Your martial arts, do you still believe in your martial arts so much?"

Thousands of sword qi gathered and condensed in front of Mo Lingquan. In the end, he took on the appearance of a sword, and then turned into a young man wearing a nine-dragon robe with sword eyebrows.

"What do you want to tell me?"

Mo Lingquan's brows furrowed slightly, and the sword intent that rushed to the sky was close to the Dragon Sword.

"Your kendo is useless to me. ”

The young man transformed by the Dragon Sword looked at Mo Lingquan with a calm face. The sword intent that struck, before it got close, dissipated into invisibility in front of him.

"There is no useless sword way, there are three thousand avenues, and different paths lead to the same end. ”

Mo Lingquan looked at You Long Sword with a calm face, and the sword intent on his body intensified, as if it was about to condense into substance.

"As I said, useless. ”

The young man transformed by the Dragon Sword looked indifferently at Mo Lingquan's sword intent that gradually condensed into substance, and was not moved at all.

"Really?"

A pair of yin and yang fish condensed at Mo Lingquan's feet, slowly circulating.

"Tai Chi Yin and Yang are like four rather than formal. ”

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth transformed by the Dragon Sword.

"Town..."

Mo Lingquan's figure suddenly rose into the air, and the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Diagram pressed towards the young man who had been transformed by the Dragon Sword.