"Trap?" Wen Zhaoyun's eyebrows sank, and he immediately sneered.

"The dead duck has a hard mouth, but he is a scholar who has no power to restrain the chicken, if it weren't for my junior sister to protect you, you would have died ten times, and now even the Yangcheng garrison you rely on the most has been transferred by me with a trick, what other means do you have? Let's die obediently! ”

said so, but Wen Zhaoyun still looked around cautiously, fortunately, they were all empty mines, and there was no place to hide people, Wen Zhaoyun put his mind at ease, Mo Qian's own strength was not terrible, but his strategy made him suffer many losses, and he was very vicious, but he should not take it lightly.

"Then why are you talking to me so much? Even if you come at me with your sword, you can rest assured, the view here is so wide, I can't hide even if I want to, after all, you are just afraid. ”

Mo Qian smiled and beckoned to Wen Zhaoyun, but he didn't mean to take the other party in his eyes at all. These words made Wen Zhaoyun angry, "Look for death!" ”

"Poo" pulled out the sword and stabbed at Mo Qian, as fast as lightning, and in an instant, it was within three steps of Mo Qian, under the full force of his three-grade strength, the average master of the same level did not dare to follow hard, and could only avoid its edge.

If you don't have any martial arts, then you won't have the strength to fight back at all, Wen Zhaoyun smiled secretly, it's unfortunate, Mo Qian belongs to such a person, a person who has studied hard for more than ten years and has been admitted to the Jinshi, what achievements do you expect him to have in martial arts?

Only the slaughtered! Jian Feng was getting closer and closer to Mo Qian, and Wen Zhaoyun was getting more and more nervous.

Finally, the long sword finally pierced into Mo Qian's body as expected, slowly submerged into it, and finally penetrated through the back shoulder blades, Wen Zhaoyun finally breathed a sigh of relief, swallowed his anger for so many days, and this time he could finally raise his eyebrows.

After all, he is the winner of the roar, not only with the help of Mo Qian's hand to get rid of Sheng Hongji, but also to solve the scourge of the widows, leaving a group of dragons without a leader of the prosperous Yangcheng, and it is a matter of course to enter the Yangcheng, which is really a triple win.

But Wen Zhaoyun's eyes widened slowly, because even if he was pierced through his body, Mo Qian's body did not have the slightest wound, and he didn't even let out a moan, let alone bleed.

"Ding", the sword in Wen Zhaoyun's hand seemed to be bounced back by something, he hurriedly put away the sword, but the original condensed body slowly began to dissipate, and finally disappeared.

"Afterimage?" Wen Zhaoyun was a little incredulous, but did he say that Mo Qian didn't have martial arts? But now it seems that the other party not only has martial arts, but also his strength is not much weaker than his own!

This news is really terrifying, a martial arts master who was admitted to the Jinshi in the year of the crown, this is no longer something that can be described by a genius, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a demon.

Wen Zhaoyun's heart was a little cold, how could he think of provoking such a person? But it was useless to say anything now, Wen Zhaoyun turned his mind and saw a person standing quietly on the ground a few steps away from the afterimage just now.

It was still the gentle and elegant Mo Qian, the difference was that at this time, there was an extra sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword trembled slightly, as if it was the excitement of seeing the light of day again after not being unsheathed for a long time, it was the divine soldier given by others when he was in Ningyuan, the evil sword.

The brilliant sunlight on the sword body flowed slowly, and the edge was revealed, and it was obvious that his sword was knocked back by this divine weapon just now.

Mo Qian's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the power in his body was no longer suppressed at all, and it was released unscrupulously, even the surrounding air was a little colder, and the blade of the evil sword pointed at the ground obliquely, "Who do you say is looking for death?" ”

"Three...... Three-grade master? Wen Zhaoyun stammered, "How is it possible, aren't you a scholar?"

How can it be martial arts, and it is still so profound? It's impossible for you to start cultivating in your mother's womb, both civil and military! This must be your trick, it must be your conspiracy! ”

Mo Qian was expressionless and did not answer, he also broke through to the third grade after this half a month of thrilling experience, and he himself has the prestigious "Xuanji Heart Method" in the rivers and lakes as the base.

Coupled with the vast sea of martial arts cheats in the imperial court and the guidance of the masters of the Dragon Guardian Villa, the genius earth treasure is supplemented, even if you want to upgrade quickly, it will not be possible, and it is precisely because of this that Mo Qian will have the confidence to compete with Wen Zhaoyun head-on.

"Isn't it a trick, won't you know if you try it?"

Mo Qian's voice fell, and Wen Zhaoyun repeated his old tricks, rushing over with a sword and stabbing Mo Qian's heart.

This time it was when the other party was unprepared, and Wen Zhaoyun was very sure that he would be able to seriously injure Mo Qian. But he saw Mo Qian's mocking look, so he stepped on the seven-star step sideways to avoid it, and quickly turned the sword from a thorn to a sideways.

only heard the sound of "second", and the clothes on Wen Zhaoyun's chest were torn, and there was a bright red blood mark. Wen Zhaoyun was dumbfounded, but Mo Qian didn't give him room to think, and kicked him out with a move of the green dragon's tail and fell to the ground.

When Mo Qian was about to make up for him with a sword, Wen Zhaoyun rolled and dodged, but his image was long gone, his messy hair, and his body pierced by sand and stone were full of embarrassment.

As soon as Wen Zhaoyun stood still, he launched another attack, but unexpectedly he was kicked back by Mo Qian in an instant, he found that his internal strength may not be worse than the opponent's, but his martial arts are 108,000 miles behind, no matter what moves he makes, the opponent can always easily crack it.

Within a quarter of an hour, Wen Zhaoyun had already been completely convinced, and he was even already regretting why he was so arrogant, just let them hand over Mo Qian to themselves.

Mo Qian was still slowly approaching, and he had no intention of letting him go.

Wen Zhaoyun hurriedly stepped back and blurted out, "Mo Qian, if you kill me, aren't you afraid that Yunlou and the martial arts sect in Jiangnan will find you to pay for your life?" If you let me go, we can have a good talk and compensate some money, how about this matter be settled? ”

Mo Qian sneered, his eyes became more and more gloomy, he was still talking about the conditions at this time, it was really a pity to die. Wen Zhaoyun looked at Mo Qian's eyes, and immediately panicked, because he couldn't see a trace of fear and vacillation in Mo Qian's eyes, only resolute killing intent, Mo Qian really killed him this time.

"Don't, you won't survive if you kill me!" Wen Zhaoyun roared loudly. Mo Qian raised his sword high and was about to fall.

But at this time, there was a sudden change, and a figure suddenly appeared behind Mo Qian, and then a stiff voice came, "Yo Xi, I finally found you!" ”