"Fushuang, in your opinion, who of these two will hold out to the end?" Brushing his beard thoughtfully, Yang Xuzi narrowed his eyes and said.

"This Soul Zero and Xuan Shenzi are all here, so I won't be ugly." After hesitating for a moment, Fushuang, who really couldn't make up her mind, pushed the problem to others without a trace.

To tell the truth, the strength of these two people is equal, one side is the crushing of strength, and the strength of the Dan period is not just talking.

There is a big difference between the two sides, and it is clear at a glance who wins and who loses.

But if this person is really the heir of the Mo family, then this battle is really hard to say.

Once upon a time, sword cultivation was the supreme of its class, and even the incredible challenge of leapfrogging was not a problem.

How arrogant the Mo family, who once stood at the top of the sword, and how he used his own strength to make countless powerful monks happy and surrendered, and praised endlessly.

It's strange that in this game, under the influence of the gods, she actually wants to bet that she will win.

Mo Yu Zhenjun, who once stirred up the entire immortal cultivation world and made the heavens and the earth lose color, her personal disciple, could it be a mortal thing?

"Senior sister will only throw the hot potato into the hands of the two of us, one is a descendant of the Mo family, and the other is a kid who can't see the origin clearly, but his cultivation is unexpectedly profound, who wins and who loses, can anyone say for sure?" Taking a sip of dry Yan tea, Xuan Mingzi still had that playful look.

But such a sentence has cleverly answered this assassin's question.

Yang Xuzi just stroked his beard in approval, neither opening his mouth nor showing his attitude.

In the bottom of her heart, she secretly pinched a cold sweat for Mo Kongjing in the battle. No matter from which point of view, the impression left by the Mo family on her, no, is that the impression left on everyone is too deep!

It's like a brand in life, and you can never get rid of that blood-red memory.

Dead zero from beginning to end. Except to watch the battle, he didn't do anything else, and he never said anything.

If the eagle wants to fly, the first step is to leave the sheltered harbor and face the impending storm alone.

And what Mo Kongjing has to do is to quietly bear everyone's doubts and blame.

Accept the coming storm.

Because. The harbor that sheltered her had been destroyed by the storm

"Next time, it won't be off-track." Quietly put your hands behind your back.

Hengshan straightened his back. It looks like he is at ease, but in fact, his palms can't help but sweat.

He deliberately changed his palm and never went all out.

The palm just now, he deliberately missed. The target is to go for the flying rock.

In fact, he wasn't sure. Even if it really hits, it may be blocked again by the opponent's mysterious swordsmanship.

And risking being found to have a unique skill to win this battle that was simply unexpected is obviously more than worth the loss.

"Oh? Interesting, I prefer strong opponents. ”

Holding the sword in her hand with a smile, the corners of Mo Kongjing's lips exposed outside the mask seemed to be curvature, but in fact, her smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

The spiritual power in her body was sucked away by seven or eight because of the thousand machine changes just now, and the rest had to ensure that her hundred-step shocking body method was squeezed and squeezed. Now that she had enough spiritual power left, at best, she could barely use two more swordsmanship with spiritual power.

Ordinary swordsmanship only requires physical strength and doing what you want, but when facing a strong enemy. The only advantage of sword cultivation is that it can mix its own spiritual power with swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship mixed with a bit of spiritual power will exert a powerful power beyond imagination, and it is a qualitative leap in the swordsmanship.

In the face of such a strong enemy as Hengshan, I am afraid that the swordsmanship without spiritual power will not be able to break his defense at all, and it will be difficult to hurt him in the slightest.

Holding the sword in her hand tightly, she raised her head indifferently, and her appearance was even more like a victory than Hengshan's ease.

His brows furrowed slightly, and when he heard the other party's words that he planned to die like this, Hengshan's heart was extremely resistant.

But the bad thing is that he can't lose this battle!

Once he loses, he will no longer be qualified to fight with Mu Yanran in the future.

But what is he going to do in the face of a cunning opponent who is as difficult to catch as a fish in a river?

Wait, cunning fish?

The light flashed in his eyes, and when Mo Kongjing was still secretly having a headache, Hengshan had already thought of a way to win and keep his hole cards from being discovered.

Finding that Hengshan had some abnormal eyes, Mo Kongjing, who was secretly vigilant, subconsciously blocked the sword horizontally in front of his chest and put on a defensive posture.

Why do you feel that the other party seems to be excited all of a sudden?

Is there any other killer move?

Facing Hengshan's pupils, which were like blood-red glows in the dark, she suddenly retreated half a step back with some bad premonitions.

Swords and swords, wind and stones, facing the figure that quickly attacked, Mo Kongjing unhurriedly operated the mental method, and the Water Moon Sword in his hand also operated at the same time as the mental method.

Hengshan's palms approached straight up without a trace of concealment, while Mo Kongjing, who was frowning, forced Ye Roll Sand.

The second style of the water moon sword technique, the leaf rolls the sand.

The blade of the sword was like a sharp thin leaf, and the whirlwind that it brought up forcefully drove the floating gravel around her, and her sword was like a tornado, domineering and brought up countless gravel together with the Water Moon Sword.

This is an offensive style, and when countless flying sand and rocks force Hengshan, her sword is also seamless and pervasive.

Surrounded by wind and rubble, the whirling tornado was mixed with the force to tear everything apart.

Hengshan, who had already been caught up in it, only frowned slightly, and when Mo Kongjing's sword was pressing, he made an unimaginable move!

Such a blow seemed incredible to others, and it was hard to believe that such a powerful sword technique actually came from a monk in the foundation building period.

Everyone present asked themselves that in the entire immortal cultivation world, their strength was not low.

But if it was really against such a strong and violent formation, it would really have to be weighed.

"The Mo family's swordsmanship really lives up to its reputation!" Glancing appreciatively at the blurred sand and gravel, Frost looked sideways at the other people with a light smile.

Yang Xuzi and Xuan Mingzi both nodded in unison, their eyes were exactly the same as those of Fushuang, and there was only appreciation in looking at the blurred sand and stone.

The sand and stones swirled, and the overwhelming flying stones had tightly surrounded the two figures who were fighting together and never dying.

And they who are onlookers can only see the shape and final result of this battle from the vague figures.

"It's strong, but this move doesn't hit."

A cold and unemotional sentence made the three of them stunned.

When they realized that the speaker was Zero, in addition to being unable to believe his assertion, a strange thought popped up in the minds of the three of them.

He spoke, he really spoke?

In terms of swordsmanship, those who can make this sword idiot speak are all peak figures!

(To be continued.) )