Shao Wei had already seen Mu Tong and the others, so he didn't care. He hugged Mu Qiu with one hand, grabbed a small piece of jerky with the other, and returned unconcernedly: "I don't know." I was being chased by the old man, and even the secret method was cast, but I couldn't get rid of him, and just when I was about to fight hard, Lao Fan appeared, injured the old man with one move, and replaced me. I'll be watching the play next to me. Anyway, the masters of the Heavenly Master are fighting, and I can't help them, so it's better to watch the show. ”

"Yo, Lao Fan is called, and you still say you don't know?" "Isn't this a lifelong friendship that has fought together, and if you don't call Lao Fan, it will look rusty." Besides, if I'm not mistaken, Lao Fan is still a swordsman! Heavenly Master-level swordsman, even if the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, it can still condense and form. If you don't hug this kind of thigh, what kind of hug do you want?"

Shao Wei rolled his eyes and looked at Mo Qing like an idiot, looking embarrassed at Mo Qing.

Indeed, there is no shortage of Heavenly Master masters on the Seven Xuan Continent, but there are not many on the surface.

There are only about a hundred kingdoms on the surface, and the Mohai Kingdom is the least, and there are no fifty, and they are still distributed in various counties. There are many heavenly masters in the martial arts, but they are also rare.

After Shao Weiyi's reminder, Mu Tong and Mo Qing suddenly realized how powerful this Heavenly Master swordsman who was definitely not more than forty years old was! Sure enough, after seeing a top-notch boss like Lu Shanjun, the two of them almost felt that Heavenly Master was just like that, completely forgetting that this was a world where an earth master could run rampant in the rivers and lakes.

Generally, those who can break through the Heavenly Master before the age of fifty are considered geniuses. Many people are stuck at the peak of the Earth Master until they die, unable to break through.

And those who can break through the Heavenly Master between the ages of thirty and forty are basically existences that can become saints on half a foot.

And if you want Mo Qing to be sure that he will reach the Heavenly Master before the age of twenty, he is either an absolute demon, or he is a false genius who has piled up medicinal materials and overdrawn his potential.

And this kind of false genius generally appears in the sect, and there is a high probability that it is cultivated by the head of the sect.

Now that I have met this Fan Twelve, he has not only reached the cultivation of the Heavenly Master at a young age, but also comprehended the extremely rare method of condensing and transforming into shapes, and he is also the most powerful swordsman in the Heavenly Master, and even the swordsman who is known as the top two Heavenly Master Warlocks dare not easily provoke. The scene of the sword qi is really the nemesis of the warlock, and it is impossible to prevent it.

Off the field, Mo Qing and Shao Wei were talking nonsense, and life and death on the field were changing rapidly.

But I saw that the old man of the Zhu family, who was originally confronting Fan Twelve, after a long time of gaining momentum, brazenly launched an attack, and as soon as he made a move, it was the most powerful move.

"Superman!"

One move that consumed his six success powers was played, almost exhausting the old man of the Zhu family.

I just hope that one move will make a contribution, otherwise he will run away immediately.

This swordsman is too difficult, but a few simple fights will leave him scarred, and if he continues to fight, he will explain here today.

In the face of the old man's devastating move, the swordsman Fan Twelve did not panic.

The old man of the Zhu family is gathering momentum, and he is also gathering momentum.

The oncoming pressure and the majestic palm force could not shake him in the slightest.

The "Heavenly Hand" really turned into a golden hand, and it was actually pushed over like a collision.

Along. The opposite side of the "Heavenly Hand" was plowed over, raising a cloud of dust, rolling up an earth dragon, trailing behind the golden light hand, and rushing towards the swordsman Fan Twelve.

said so much, in fact, it was just an instant in the eyes of Mu Tong and the others who were watching.

"Shocking!"

"Poof!"

A low groan, a sword roar.

A cold light flashed, the bare hand shattered, the earth dragon also collapsed, and the dust fell to the ground.

Fan Twelve actually cut off all the dust with a single sword!

This frightened the old man of the Zhu family and stunned the four onlookers!

Sixiao can't see the meaning of this sword, but can't the old man of the Zhu family see it?

It's not as simple as cutting down the dust!

The old man of the Zhu family didn't say a word, turned around and ran.

This is a demon that came out of nowhere, but the strength of the lower level of the Heavenly Master can be on a par with him, a veteran of the middle level of the Heavenly Master Realm, which is already terrifying. (Ahem, people think they are equal, old man, don't you want to save face?)

Now you can still cut off the space, how can you fight this!

The use of space is a realm that can only be touched by a sage!

Even if the old man of the Zhu family deceived himself and thought that he was on a par with this swordsman, he would recognize the reality in the face of this sword and run for his life.

"Want to run?"

Watching the old man of the Zhu family slip away, how could Mo Qing let him get his wish, he directly used his body method, and caught up with the other party in three or two clicks.

Don't look at Mo Qing's realm is not as high as the old man of the Zhu family, but he can't stand his body technique, the body technique taught by the ancient mother-in-law is extremely rare, plus Mo Qing has been focusing on his body for many years, but other kung fu is not very good, so he caught up with each other in just two breaths.

"I'll stay for the master!"

Mo Qing rushed forward, crossed the old man of the Zhu family, stopped in front of him, and slapped his palm at the other party, trying to stop him.

"Get out!"

The old man of the Zhu family shouted violently, and directly faced Mo Qing with one palm, in order not to be stopped by Mo Qing, he also deliberately used his strength.

"Bang!"

Mo Qing flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell into a dead dog.

It's also to blame him for not measuring his strength, he is a high-level earth master who came up with drugs, his foundation is unstable, and there is no problem with bullying the middle and lower ranks of the lower earth master, but to the heavenly master?

Even if someone is injured, they are also heavenly masters, and they don't have oil and lamps, how can he deserve it, plus he holds it up, and he hurriedly wants to stop a heavenly master who escapes for his life with a palm, this is not nonsense!

It's also a shame that people are running for their lives, and he doesn't care if he slaps him away, otherwise he will be made up by the old man, and he will be crippled if he doesn't die.

"Little Aoko!"

"Uncle Qing!"

Mu Tong and Mu Qiu were startled, and rushed towards the place where Mo Qing landed.

"It's boring!"

A cold and murderous voice came, and the three words of plainness, with infinite killing intent, accompanied by a cold light, caught up with the old man of the Zhu family who was fleeing in front.

"Poof!"

The cold light swept across the body of the old man of the Zhu family, and the old man of the Zhu family felt a chill in his heart, and then fell to the ground, and then his eyelids sank, and his vision gradually blurred.

"It's strange, why those legs can still run without a body, and they are a little familiar......"

This was the last thought of the old man of the Zhu family.

"Old Five!"

A mournful cry came from a distance, and a group of warriors in strong costumes were performing their skills and rushing towards this side. A short and fat old man in the lead was like a pumpkin rolling on the ground, holding a long stick with a thick arm, and rushed over with a thunderous momentum, and ran and shouted: "Good thief! Don't run, return my fifth brother's life!"

"Let's go!"

Fan Twelve, who had already put away the sword style and came to Mu Tong and the others who were watching Mo Qing, coolly squeezed out this word. It would be even cooler if he wasn't so pale.

Finding that Mo Qing was fine, but he was interrupted, the five of them quickly got up and ran.