Qin Moleng and Wang Zixiong's cultivation is the same, they are both nine grades too easy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 However, the former is already a tired teacher, and he has not slept for three consecutive days, and he does not know how many old injuries have not healed all over his body, so that his state is far from being at its peak. The latter, on the other hand, is leisurely and energetic.

In such a comparison, it is difficult to win no matter how Qin Moleng is calculated.

A knife and a gun, colliding in the air, condensed the huge impact of Xuan Li, and directly lifted Qin Mo Leng away, but Wang Zixiong only trembled.

Under one move, the high and low judgment.

Wang Zixiong's face couldn't help but show cruelty.

At the end of this kind of strong crossbow, it is really ridiculous to want to kill yourself.

The so-called taking advantage of your illness to kill you and come out to mix, who doesn't know this truth, so Wang Zixiong chose to take advantage of the victory without hesitation to pursue, and was bound to behead the other party under the gun.

With the blessing of majestic Xuan power, Wang Zixiong has greatly improved his strength and speed, as if a bomb had been installed on his legs, he stepped on the ground violently, and the next moment, he had already turned into a match, holding a spear, and stabbed Qin Mo Leng who was knocked away.

"Remember, when the enemy attacks the strongest, it is also when his defense is the weakest, and the momentum is like a rainbow, and if you are not careful, you will get carried away, and this becomes a fatal flaw." One day, Zhanbai's earnest teachings still sounded in his ears, looking at the spear that stabbed him, Qin Mo Leng's face bloomed with a sneer.

Now is the time.

Suddenly, Qin Moleng's body, which had not yet landed after being smashed by the huge force before, was strangely folded in the air, maintaining the balance of his body.

"Seal the cold sword and slash."

A knife fell, there was no powerful knife, there was no momentum to pull out the cover, from the top left to the bottom right, the oblique split, but faintly with a certain rhythm of returning to the basics, obviously it looked so slow, but Wang Zixiong unconsciously gave up the advantage of an inch long and an inch strong, and raised his gun to block.

Unexpectedly, the collision of swords and guns did not happen, and in the stunned, Wang Zixiong's pupils contracted suddenly, and a touch of knife light continued to magnify, magnify, and enlarge in his eyes.

The gorgeous blood flowers bloomed in the air, Qin Mo Leng was still flying upside down and falling out of inertia, while Wang Zixiong was the first to come first because of his previous strength, and his body instantly overtook him.

Bang, bang.

With two sounds, Qin Moleng fell to the ground because of exhaustion, and behind him was Wang Zixiong, who even landed on the ground first.

Whew......

Qin Mo Leng got up from the ground with a violent gasp, kneeling on one knee with a straight knife, and Wang Zixiong ...... A dead man with a detached head does not feel tired.

Wang Zixiong's head rolled directly out of a few zhang away, and when he finally stopped, his face was straight up, staring at a pair of eyes full of horror, and he didn't bat at him.

He couldn't believe why he couldn't take the opponent's knife when he was in an advantageous position in all aspects. He couldn't believe that the knife was obviously very slow, but why he blocked a void.

There are still many things that Wang Zixiong doesn't know, and the most fatal of them is ignorance of the Tao.

If Zhan Bai did this again, he might be amazed by Qin Mo Leng, because the knife he had just made had obviously touched the Dao realm of returning to the basics.

Feng Han Sword Technique, is Qin Mo Leng from Zhan Bai got a high-grade Xuan rank knife dictionary, from the name it is not difficult to see that this knife dictionary is on a "seal" word, a knife out, will make the opponent unconsciously enter its rhythm and subconsciously block. However, this was not the reason for Qin Mo Leng to comprehend the return to the true realm. The real reason is these days, sleepless fighting.

When you are on the battlefield, no matter how dazzling and cumbersome the tricks are, they will become dispensable, and there is almost no use except for excessive consumption of Xuan power. Punching to the flesh and killing with one blow is the mainstream, and this just coincides with the truth of going back to the source and returning to the basics.

If it was said that at the beginning, Qin Moleng did not have the slightest complaint about Zhan Bai's banishment of the Blood Refining Secret Hall from the dungeon, it would be impossible. Qin Mo Leng has no masochistic tendencies, compared to staying comfortably in the dungeon, who would be willing to put himself in an endless battle.

But as Qin Mo Leng gradually experienced the indescribable feeling in the fight again and again, and clearly realized that he was getting stronger day by day, that trace of complaint really disappeared, whether this was Zhanbai's good intentions or unintentionally inserted willows, as a result, he was only full of gratitude to Zhanbai now.

The Blood Refining Dark Hall was born to kill, either sublimated in killing or fell in battle, and fortunately, Qin Moleng became the former.

"The head is here, do you want to resist?" From the very beginning, Qin Moleng could see that this person who was stabbed by himself was most likely the leader of the gang, and now he saw him holding that bloody head and roaring up to the sky.

The originally chaotic battlefield suddenly appeared strangely quiet.

There were less than 800 people left on the other side, and when they saw the head in Qin Moleng's hand, they were all shocked, their morale plummeted, and they could no longer raise a trace of fighting spirit.

"The gang leader is dead, the gang leader is dead, how can the gang leader die?" Someone whispered in disbelief.

"The gang leader is dead, what are we still doing so desperately, big guy run away." There are those who are cowardly, after saying this, they no longer care about the enemy who is surrounded, and they will run away.

The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed in an anthill, and when the first deserter appeared on the battlefield, a rout was inevitable.

The disciples of the Blood Refining Dark Hall were already in an extremely dangerous situation, but after this change, the situation took a sharp turn.

Those who were besieged and killed before became hunters, and those who were overcrowded before became prey in a panic.

One by one, the figures were either half a beat slower to react, or they were pulled behind by their clumsy kung fu, and their final outcome was to be slaughtered by the disciples of the Blood Refining Dark Hall who caught up.

What does it mean to be defeated like a mountain, at this time, all the disciples of the Blood Refining Dark Hall can be regarded as knowledgeable, obviously there are more than 700 people, which is ten times the enemy, but the result is that they have become the target of slaughter.

All of them panicked in order to be able to surpass their companions in front of them and finally escape from this Shura field alive. As for the revolt...... Hell's resistance, the brain is pumped, and this stupid idea will be born.

You can never underestimate the potential that bursts out in the moment of life and death, and it is simply impossible for the Blood Refining Secret Hall to leave all these more than 700 people behind.

When everything was settled, Qin Mo Leng gathered all his disciples and stopped the pursuit, nearly five hundred people successfully escaped.

It's just that these people are no longer in Qin Moleng's eyes, with the rules of the Xuanjing vein, the final result of these people can only be reduced to being homeless, either looking for the next place to live, or they can only become absenteeism.

"Count the number of people." Qin Mo looked at the sparse queue in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help but darken.

Fifty-four people, in a bloody battle, lost eight brothers again, although compared to the other party, this casualty is simply insignificant, but it is still heart-wrenching.

These people are the elites of the Blood Refining Dark Hall, damn Lian San, if it weren't for his betrayal and being dumpled by the other party, as long as there is sufficient preparation, the casualties can be reduced by at least half.

Even if the remaining fifty-four people, together with Qin Moleng, were all injured, and even more, the old injuries from before were also broken again.

"Hall Master, we can't go on like this. The brothers need to repair and rest, otherwise, if there are a few more battles like this, the Blood Refining Dark Hall will really be exhausted. Some disciples really couldn't bear the departure of their comrades, and they admonished Qin Mo Leng with tears in their eyes.

"Yes, hall master, the brothers are not afraid of death, and they will not do the same thing as Liansan, but we really need to rest. As long as the injuries are healed, even if the hall master asks us to attack a gang of tens of thousands of people, the brothers will definitely not blink their eyes. Someone chimed in.

Hearing these words, Qin Moleng, who was as strong as iron, couldn't help but hesitate.

How could he not know this truth, but he could touch the Dao and return to the true Dao realm, and he knew even more that only by breaking through his own limits on the battlefield again and again and tapping the greatest potential could he touch the mysterious Dao realm. How he wished that all the remaining brothers would be as successful as he was.

But sometimes things are always so helpless, Qin Moleng can't impose his will on everyone, not to mention, he really doesn't want to see his brother separated from life and death.

"Hey!" In the end, with a sigh, Qin Moleng still compromised.

The fate of people is different, maybe this is fate.

"Okay, everyone obeys, march in the northwest direction, occupy the gang just now, and ...... Seven days of trimming. ”

"Master Xie !!"