Mo Qiu was a true genius, even if he was a little flustered at the beginning, his Dao heart was flawless, and he quickly got out of the shock and dealt with it calmly.

Autumn leaves are most afraid of frost,

No matter how beautiful the autumn leaves are, they will eventually become dead leaves.

So she used the Winter Sword and froze for three thousand miles.

The fallen leaves are frozen in ice, and the endless autumn wind can't blow thousands of miles of cold mountains.

Feng Xiaohan chuckled lightly and used the "Spring Sword" that Mo Qiu had used before.

Willow sprouts.

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There is a power in the world that is capable of crushing everything.

This power is "rebirth"!

Emperor Shi of the Tang Dynasty once planted a seed on the mountain behind Kyoto, and after returning from the expedition, he found that there were many families.

On the hard ground paved with cement gray bricks, a cold plum broke through the soil, and the cracks around the roots of the tree were repaired.

The family told him that it had suddenly come out of the ground that year, and that it was only a small spike at first, but then it grew into a plum tree, and its vitality was extremely tenacious.

The cold plum is proud of the snow, and the flowers bloom in all seasons.

The First Emperor recognized that it was planted by his own hands, and was in a good mood and decided to build a manor there, which has become the most famous landscape today.

Spring means the end of winter,

The Spring Sword is also naturally the nemesis of the Winter Sword.

There is no vitality support, but the context is different, and the subtlety of the sword move has its own true meaning, so it also faintly restrains the other party.

But from autumn to spring, there will inevitably be a gap in the middle.

Mo Qiu's frozen three thousand miles were aimed at this gap, and the cold sword light stabbed at Feng Xiaohan head-on.

The situation was the same as just now, if he didn't put away his sword, Mo Qiu would first stab him in the chest and then penetrate his vest.

Then he died, or fell to the ground with serious injuries......

But instead of dodging, he continued to stab head-on.

Because until then, his sword would pierce the opponent's body in the same way.

He's good at working hard.

This time, there is no trickery.

That's really going to happen.

Feng Xiaohan's eyes were very calm, and he couldn't see a trace of madness, if he looked closely, he might be able to catch the golden light that flashed from time to time in the deepest part of his eyes.

Doing crazy things calmly, there is nothing crazier than this......

Mo Qiu didn't look at his eyes, but looked at the other party's sword, extremely focused.

The tip of the sword light came to Feng Xiaohan's chest, but it was pierced on the wolf's teeth on his chest, and the tip of the sword was just on the edge of the pale blue stone.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, Mo Qiu's arm shook, but instead of piercing in, it slashed diagonally to the right along the wolf's fangs.

Feng Xiaohan's body was slightly sideways, allowing the sword to cut through his right chest, and at this time, the sword intent of the spring sword had been completed, and the sword momentum shrouded her.

Mo Qiu's eyes froze, under the broken black robe, on the white ink dress, the mountains are majestic, the lakes are green, and the mountains and rivers are green.

The danqing diagram abruptly exudes a luster like flowing water, as if it has come to life.

The barren sword pierced on it, as if the sword was sent into the water, and all the sword intent and sword momentum were swallowed by the waterhole.

The sword left a shallow mark on the dress, shallower than the thickness of the paper, and it didn't even cut through the shirt and cut off a piece of the skirt.

There are more straight traces on the water surface in the painting, which disrupts the calm water of the lake and looks extremely discordant.

The two took a few steps back, looking at each other with some horror.

Mo Qiu looked at the sword marks on his clothes, his face was slightly pale, he looked at him and said, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm a closed disciple of Qingzhu Peak of the Changming Sect, who are you?"

Feng Xiaohan's shirt was cut out, and the sword wound on his right chest was not deep, so it was fine.

It seemed that he was embarrassed than the other party, but in fact, Mo Qiu suffered more losses, after all, it was the sword blade that hit her head-on.

The black robe is not a mortal thing, even the skirt under the robe has such a defensive effect, is it also a magic weapon?

He took off his shirt and the golden ribbon on his arm waved in the wind.

The black robe covered his body, his behavior was strange, and he had so many treasures on his body, he was almost like that person.

"Who are you from the Xuan Demon Palace, Zhao Haotian?" Feng Xiaohan asked again.

Mo Qiu shook his head and said, "I don't know, there are very few people who are qualified to be known by me, you are one." ”

She straightened up, pointed her sword at him, and said, "Feng Xiaohan, you are a respectable opponent, but if you have the vitality, you will never fall into such a situation today." ”

"If there is vitality, the situation will not change. ”

Feng Xiaohan's wolf tooth pendant had a straight and clear white line, which was cut by the green sword, and there was a small blue stone at the origin of the white line. His original intention was to rely on the curvature of the surface of the wolf's fangs to shift the estimation of the green sword, but he didn't expect it to be pierced on it, and it was so hard.

He swung the barren sword, and the sword momentum was like a sea, and it was also the swordsmanship that the other party had just used.

He Xirou sat beside the stone tablet, looking at the grand sword momentum in the field, her eyes flashing.

He learns things very quickly, whether it is swordsmanship or ten arts, he can cultivate to the point of extreme depth almost just after learning, not long after entering the sect, in the Qingzhu Peak competition, he defeated several powerful disciples, and everyone thought that he had a very strong kendo cultivation.

Now it seems that things are far from so simple, even if you can learn sword moves at a glance, according to the gourd to draw a scoop, without careful thinking, how can you achieve both form and meaning?

And his attainments in those swordsmanship are not even inferior to Mo Qiu.

Why?

There are such people in the world.

No wonder he wants to apologize to himself, it turns out that he is still hiding such a big secret!

Her expression was very calm, but there was a little dissatisfaction in her heart: "You have such a ability, if you want to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, you just don't show it, and you don't even tell me, my senior sister." ”

I don't know when it started, maybe because of the helplessness to rely on, the little girl's emotions became more and more.

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Mo Qiu didn't believe in Feng Xiaohan's ability.

If there are such people, what is the point of them devoting themselves to penance and improving their cultivation?

There must be something he can't learn—no matter how amazing this ability is, there must be a limit.

The black robe on Mo Qiu's body has been torn, and the ink dress and hair move with the sword, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks, dancing in the wind and snow, if you ignore the undisguised strong killing intent, each sword is beautiful and extremely elegant.

Feng Xiaohan was bare-chested, holding a sword in one hand, the blood stains on his chest were condensing, looking very hideous, in stark contrast to Mo Qiu, like the youngest mountain bandit in a certain village.

When Mo Qiu's sword momentum first rose, Feng Xiaohan's sword intent followed, and there was little difference in terms of intent or subtle flexible use.

He no longer deliberately uses sword moves that are counter-competitive with the other party.

As a result, two sword lights of the same same sword intent, the same grand sword momentum, and the same dazzling sword light of different colors kept tossing and turning in front of the store, making a crisp sound.

Where the two swords collided, there were sparks flying.

The two of them used the same sword moves, and they couldn't help anyone for a while.

But what can be seen is that Feng Xiaohan is faintly in the upper hand, after all, he is born with divine power, even if he does not dare to exert his full strength due to internal injuries, it is by no means comparable to a weak woman like Mo Qiu.

Although, she is not a "weak woman" in the traditional sense......

Mo Qiu showed all the things he had learned all his life, from the powerful burning and killing sword to the delicate and delicate small sword, all kinds of swordsmanship were at his fingertips, and he was actually a kendo genius who was not inferior to He Xirou.

Feng Xiaohan said in his heart: "When did genius become so worthless." If this continues, the sea of knowledge will dry up, and it will be troublesome. ”

All the sects are the most talented disciples of the major sects and even the entire Tang Dynasty, so many geniuses gather in one place, naturally there will be a feeling of rotten streets.

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"I don't know when this battle will be fought, and we have to find a way. ”

He Xirou stroked the Sumeru bead in her arms, and all kinds of magic weapons, countless pills and unique books of the Dharma were presented in her mind one by one.

Try to find something that can help them turn the situation around. Such a ruin can't even be without a powerful magic weapon.

Feng Xiaohan had already taken measures for this matter, but this method could only be used once, he was just waiting for an opportunity.

Jiang Wen put his hands behind his back, his eyes were fixed on Feng Xiaohan's movements, and he was also waiting.

Wait for the moment when the other party reveals a flaw and give a fatal blow.

Two people are fighting,

Two people are watching......

The four of them all have their own calculations in their hearts and are planning something.

The outcome of this fight is very important, because human life is at stake, let alone one's own life?

But Nightmare didn't care about this, in his opinion, the four of them found the Heaven-Defying Temple, touched the mysterious formation, and the mission had been completed.

It doesn't matter if it's dead or alive.

He only cared about one thing - how far that formation had progressed.

How long will it take?

Is the ink crystal of the Anti-Heaven Temple, and the aura near there, enough?

What will he do when the dust settles?

And where did the sword that was inseparable from him go?

He remembered very well that he left a white jade stele engraved with a star array that year, and when he walked into the ruins, he was empty-handed.

He liked the way he looked when he hung the sword from his waist, and he was very narcissistic and thought it was handsome, so he never put it in the space magic weapon.

The Nightmare Divine Sense was extremely powerful, but it couldn't cover it, but his eyes were full of energy, and he could see everything that happened in front of the Heavenly Temple thousands of miles away.

Just like he is not used to looking up his head, he also doesn't like to look into the distance like this, because his eyes will be very sour and a little astringent.

Nightmare stood between the mist, the entrance to the third dimension.

In front of him was the snowy field, and behind him was the grassland.

At this time, in addition to the monotonous and unchanged gray, the grassland has a lot of bright red.

It was a flower that grew out of the ground, and its red petals looked very enchanting against the gray grass.

Not only the petals, but also the leaves and rhizomes are red.

Blood-red ......

I don't know if I was attracted by the aura, or I was frightened away by the strong murderous aura emitted by the weird flowers, there were no demon beasts in the grassland at this time, and even the corpses of the tyrannical beast and the giant snake disappeared strangely.

No, it should be said that there is also a demon beast.

More precisely, fairy beasts.

The white unicorn crossed the jungle and came to the river, looking upstream, and her erected pupils were full of surprise.

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