Gutong didn't say anything this time.

If it weren't for Yu Sansheng's help just now, he would have suffered at least a minor injury if he had to take Mo Yunhai's palm.

came to the Imperial City and made two shots in a row, but they all ended in defeat.

Although this defeat was a little better than the previous defeat in Fang Xiu's hands, it didn't look much better.

This caused Gutong's self-confidence to suffer a serious blow.

A little lonely retreated, and everyone's eyes fell on Yu Sansheng and Mo Yunhai.

Even the heirs sent by Huashan and other Zhenzhou sects all had solemn and serious looks.

One is the First Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Temple.

One is the first person of the younger generation of the Zhengtian Sect before Fang Xiu.

The status, status and strength of the two are not comparable to those who shot before.

Whether it is Yang Jie's Tibetan knife or Fan Yeming's mountain and sea collapse skills, even if they can be moved a little, they can't make them take it to heart.

Even the later Gutong was one weight short.

First!

The meaning of this represents is extraordinary.

Now that Fang Xiu has been born, Yu Sansheng has retired, but he can't erase the strength he has.

You must know that people like Bai Jinglun have all met with Yu Sansheng.

For each other's strength, they are quite recognized.

Even King Ping's eyes flashed with a look of interest.

Mo Yunhai and Yu Sansheng are all geniuses who are qualified to break the innate threshold and enter the martial arts grandmaster.

At their level, they are already qualified to enter the eyes of the Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Seeing Yu Sansheng, Mo Yunhai's cold eyes also showed a solemn look, and he said in a cold voice: "I originally wanted to share a rivalry with Fang Xiu, but unfortunately he didn't come today."

But if he defeats you and uses this as a battle book, I believe Fang Xiu won't be able to sit still!"

The fiasco of Lingyun Cave at the beginning was tightly wrapped around him like a maggot attached to the bone, making Mo Yunhai think about shame all the time.

The reason why he came to the Imperial City this time was partly because of the order of the Heavenly Demon Palace, and on the other hand, he came for Fang Xiu.

"You can try!"

Yu Sansheng's expression was indifferent, and he was not angry at Mo Yunhai's words.

Although Mo Yunhai's martial arts cultivation has made some progress, he is also not afraid.

"Kill!"

Mo Yunhai's eyes were cold, and the surrounding air was immediately frozen with a palm slap, and the invisible cold wind turned into a tangible, like countless tiny knives penetrating everywhere.

Yu Sansheng waved the folding fan in his hand, and the terrifying aura rose to the ground, colliding with the cold wind, and both of them were wiped out invisibly.

Only the iron-stone floor in the center of the two turned to powder when the breeze blew.

Terrible!

Seeing the power caused by the tentative sexual confrontation between the two, many people suddenly changed color.

A simple fight made them clearly feel what kind of strength the heirs sent by the Zhenzhou Sect were.

Yang Jie, who had just retired from the field, was also discolored when he saw this scene.

It is the same innate realm, but the gap is still very large.

It's just this hand, he is not sure that he will be the premise of not using the hidden knife.

When Yang Jie was shocked, Mo Yunhai and Yu Sansheng had already completely exchanged hands in the field.

The Heavenly Mandate Hall is almost the strongest of the thirty-six halls of Tiangang, and the connotation contained in it is also the most profound and unpredictable.

As the descendant of the Heavenly Mandate Hall, Yu Sansheng has learned martial arts that should not be underestimated.

I saw that the folding fan points, pokes, fans, horizontals, and hits in Yu Sansheng's hands were flawless, and all of Mo Yunhai's attacks were intercepted.

The air was full of air, and the vibrating air exploded.

I don't know what material the folding fan is made of, and it has still not been destroyed in the face of the extremely strong innate qi.

The more he fought, the smaller the advantage Mo Yunhai occupied.

Every time his icy palm was just shot, he was broken by Yu Sansheng's first move, and it can be said that Yu Sansheng seemed to be able to predict his next move, so he was bound by it.

"The martial arts of the Heavenly Mandate Hall are mysterious, it seems that I still underestimate you. ”

A palm was broken again, Mo Yunhai pressed the hilt of the sword on his waist with one hand, and blasted out a blast with the other.

Yu Sansheng folded the fan and closed it, and a palm was also patted out.

Boom!

The two palms faced each other, and the aftermath of terror broke out, the two of them made a sound of clothes, and their bodies were shocked and exploded backwards.

Airplanes!

Mo Yunhai's hand holding the hilt of the sword jerked suddenly, and an evil, tyrannical, and murderous aura appeared like a volcanic eruption, and at the same time, a blood-red sword slashed through the void and slashed towards Yu Sansheng's head.

Yu Sansheng was horrified in his heart, and a fan swept out, and the arc-shaped Gang Qi shone into the night sky like a silver moon scimitar, rushing towards the blood-red Sword Gang.

Tear and pull!

When the arc-shaped Gang Qi touched the blood-red sword gang, it was directly cut as if the light yarn had met a sharp blade.

Yu Sansheng's toes exploded back, and Jian Gang had already slashed at the position where he was standing in the next moment.

The martial arts arena is shaking!

A pitch-black crack appeared there, spreading out for several feet before it stopped.

"How so!?"

Bai Jinglun's fists were secretly clenched, and he looked at Mo Yunhai's eyes with unprecedented solemnity.

The sword just now had already posed a great threat to him.

Even if the sword didn't fall at him, it still made him frightened.

When his gaze fell on the blood-red long sword in Mo Yunhai's hand, Bai Jinglun's pupils contracted again.

This is......

Fire Sword?

How could it be, the Huolin Sword had already disappeared in the long river of history, how could it fall into the hands of Mo Yunhai.

Could it be ......

Did you get it at the Lingyun Cave Bell?

In just a moment, Bai Jinglun's mind turned up turbulent waves.

Not only Bai Jinglun, but also Wudang Song Zhengchu and a small number of people suddenly changed their complexions when they saw the Huolin Sword.

Holding the Huolin Sword in one hand, the blood-red sword body was brewing with terrifying sword intent, Mo Yunhai said with a wicked smile: "Yu Sansheng, how about this sword, it is qualified to kill you."

Throw in the towel now, and I might be able to spare your life!"

Yu Sansheng's face was cloudy, and the indifference at this time had long disappeared.

The folding fan in his hand also quietly appeared an indelible break, which was left by the Huolin Sword.

Yu Sansheng never expected that Mo Yunhai would have a magic weapon in his hands.

Moreover, it is not an ordinary divine soldier.

If the divine soldiers are also divided into ranks, then the Huolin Sword in Mo Yunhai's hand is already qualified to be regarded as the kind that is close to the top.

With the help of the other party's divine soldiers, Yu Sansheng had to admit that his chances of winning were no longer good.

I thought so, but Yu Sansheng didn't mean to give in, and looked at each other coldly and said, "Divine soldier...... It seems that this is your confidence. ”

"Haha!"

Mo Yunhai laughed wildly.

After laughing, the corners of Mo Yunhai's mouth outlined a cold smile, and said: "Yu Sansheng, even if you don't have the Huolin Sword in your hand, you won't be my opponent, with the Huolin Sword, you will only lose faster." ”