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Mo Lingquan's face was calm, and he didn't care about Yan Yugui's words. Besides, if the other party hadn't drunk the Po Sa's divine oil, how could he be his opponent.

"Good!

Yan Yugui calmed down and looked at Mo Lingquan outside the formation with a cold expression.

"Not stupid!"

Mo Lingquan looked at Yan Yugui with a smile on his face.

"I have to admit that you are the first person in so many years to make me look the other way. ”

Yan Yugui looked at Mo Lingquan with a serious face.

"I don't know what you've been through?

Mo Lingquan's figure suddenly appeared in the formation, and he looked at Yan Yugui with burning eyes.

"You're not afraid I'll kill you?"

Yan Yugui's long knife moved in his hand, and finally stopped at the center of Mo Lingquan's eyebrows.

"I'm afraid... Who can truly ignore life and death. ”

Mo Lingquan quietly looked at Yan Yugui.

"You've won!"

Yan Yugui's cold face showed a touch of memory.

"Why?"

Mo Lingquan looked at Yan Yugui with a calm face.

"Revenge..."

Yan Yugui looked at Mo Lingquan calmly.

"Is it worth it? Even if you do pay for it, will they keep their promise to you?"

Mo Lingquan looked at Yan Yugui helplessly.

"I don't have a choice!"

Yan Yugui looked bitter.

"Hey..."

Mo Lingquan sighed.

"How did you find out!"

Yan Yugui looked at Mo Lingquan with burning eyes, and the long knife in his hand fell to the ground.

"The "Same Return Knife Method" of the mad knife swallow maniac. Although you try to hide it. ”

Mo Lingquan looked at Yan Yugui with a calm face.

"Back then, the mad sword and swallow maniacs were killed all over the house overnight, but the only grandson did not know what happened. ”

Mo Lingquan sighed, if it weren't for the extraordinary perception given to him by the moon wheel, he wouldn't have been able to guess the identity of the other party.

"Yes, I am his grandson, Yan Shisan. My mother stuffed me into a rice bowl and let me escape,"

Yan Yugui's eyes glistened with tears.

"Who's the opponent?"

Mo Lingquan looked at Yan Yugui with burning eyes.

"You still don't know. ”

Yan Yugui's face was calm.

"For what?"

Mo Lingquan's eyes flashed with essence.

"No comment..."

Yan Yugui smiled, smiling freely.

"Come on, fight me!"

Without waiting for Mo Lingquan to speak, Yan Yugui suddenly said.

"Is it necessary?"

Mo Lingquan looked at Yan Yugui with a bitter expression.

"I'm dying, let's fight!"

The long knife flew up in the air and fell into Yan Yugui's hand.

"Why bother?"

Mo Lingquan looked at Yan Yugui helplessly. From beginning to end, he didn't feel the slightest killing intent from the other party.

"Fight!"

The long knife in Yan Yugui's hand drew a mysterious trajectory, and the starting style in "Tonggui Knife Method" pointed directly at Mo Lingquan.

"Good!"

With a wave of his hand, Mo Lingquan withdrew the nine bronze men who surrounded Yan Yugui and protected Wu Bingyue and her maids not far away.

"Hum..."

The long sword in Mo Lingquan's hand let out a humming sound, and the blade of the sword was far away from the tip of Yan Yugui's sword.

The sword moves with the heart, and the body moves with the sword.

"Zheng..."

The swords intersected, the two staggered, Mo Lingquan's toes were on the ground, his body turned back, and another sword stabbed out.

The blades in the hands of the two quickly exchanged blows, and the momentum around Mo Lingquan became stronger and stronger, and with each exchange, his momentum became stronger.

"Zheng..."

The towering tree centered on the two of them had long been cut off, and the ground was in shambles.

After the sword intersected again, the momentum around Mo Lingquan's body suddenly retracted, and his figure rose into the air.

The silver glow of the bright moon in the sky sprinkled on Mo Lingquan's body, and at this time, he seemed to be one with this night sky.

The snow-white robe is so conspicuous in the night.

A sword intent rose from Mo Lingquan's body, and at this time, it was the moment when the momentum on his body rose to the extreme.

"Hum..."

The long sword in Mo Lingquan's hand made a loud sword sound, and in this silent night, it was heard far away.

Wu Bingyue, who was firmly protected by the nine organ bronze men with the Nine Palaces Bagua Array, couldn't help but be stupid when she saw this scene.

Suddenly, she felt a sense of surrender in her heart, and Mo Lingquan seemed to have become the supreme Wu Clan Ancestor in her eyes.

Mo Lingquan's heart was quiet, he had a feeling just now, so he used the sword twenty-four styles in the "Sword Twenty-four Styles" secret book given to him by Su Youhan that day.

Legend has it that this is not a complete set of swordsmanship. It is a set of basic sword styles, starting from the twenty-fifth style in the back, each move, each style needs to be created by the practitioner himself.

This is similar to the method of the heart sword that Qin Huaiyuan passed to Mo Lingquan at the beginning.

Mo Lingquan found that the combination of the heart sword method and this set of sword techniques made it more handy.

Formula... Two-style... Three-style... Sword twenty-four style. The momentum on his body climbed to the extreme.

Subconsciously, the figure rises into the air, the yin and yang realm is integrated with this heaven and earth, the moonlight is sprinkled, and the mood is clear.

Looking down at the ground below him, Gu Jing Wubo's mood rippled, and a feeling of loneliness suddenly arose in his heart.

The beautiful figure of Yue Qing Dai echoed in his mind. For various reasons, the two had to separate again.

A strong unwillingness suddenly arose in his heart.

The scene in his mind suddenly changed, and the scene he saw when he was forced to leave Wushuang City that night was vivid.

The towering tower, illuminated by a full moon, made those who approached him only look up, but could not surpass.

"No! I don't want that..."

Mo Lingquan roared in his heart. The sword intent rising from his body echoed with the Yin and Yang realm.

"Qing Dai..."

Mo Lingquan's eyes were closed, and two lines of clear tears fell.

"If a city hinders me when I return, I will destroy it. If the ruler stops me, I will kill him. ”

The oath he made when he left echoed in Mo Lingquan's mind. His gaze became firm, and the sword intent on his body became more and more fierce, making people dare not look directly.

"But in this life, I will hold hands with you. Why should the world look at it coldly, the world will not tolerate it, but it is just a change of dynasty..."

The rivers and lakes are lonely, and the swordsman is even more lonely, no one can understand this loneliness, because no one can understand this kind of martial arts comprehension.

The high place is unbearable, so the life of a swordsman will be as lonely as snow. Although the people in the rivers and lakes can't understand this realm, they may be accustomed to looking up to such an existence, so they call such an existence a sword immortal.

Just like Li Mubai, the famous Qinglian Sword Immortal in the past.

A full moon appeared in his mind. The moon is as cool as water, and his heart is as quiet as water, nothing can disturb his state of mind at the moment.

A sword volley, with the heart of the sword, with the sword moves.

Mo Lingquan's spirit and spirit were all concentrated in this sword, and the entire heaven and earth were dimmed.

The white clothes are fluttering, and a sword comes from the east.