I don't know if it was the reason for the summoning of Mo Lingling's martial soul or something else, Qi Lu Ma's eyes were bubbling with faint green fire, and some of the skin (ròu) on (shēn) was directly broken, and the green blood (ròu) and internal organs could be seen from the outside.

The ink and the reins were pulled up, and the front hooves of the green horse were raised high, and a long neighing sound was made.

The front hooves of the Qilu horse fell, Mo Lingling's legs clamped the horse's belly, and one of the front hooves of the war horse was hollowed, and he gasped for two breaths, and charged towards Zi Jin quickly.

Zi Jin's ten-fist sword was white and shiny, wrapped in red murderous aura, and Mo Lingling (shēn) wore a long green skirt and rode a green war horse under her crotch.

The two rays of light, one red and one green, are approaching quickly (bī), and when they are about to touch, the red rays actively stop.

Zi Jin stepped forward with his left foot, took a big lunge, raised his ten-fist sword high, and slashed towards the head of the Qilu horse.

As soon as the knife slashed out, she used the second soul technique.

"Red Stream Secret Sword!"

Zi Jin let out a loud shout, and the yellow soul ring on (shēn) flashed, and a whole row of red sword shadows split on both sides of the Ten Fists Sword, and his momentum also increased in a large circle.

Seeing Zi Jin coming head-on, Mo Lingling was slightly startled.

She had never seen Zi Jin make a move, and she had never understood Zi Jin's martial soul before, so she thought that she could easily defeat it, but now she knew that she had seen it.

If it is slashed head-on by Zi Jin, the Qi Green Horse will definitely die, although it is a dead thing, but it loses its head, and the remaining body is ugly and difficult to move.

The point is, if Zi Jin is bullied (shēn), Mo Lingling does not dare to guarantee that he can fight with ten fists in hand-to-hand combat.

After quickly estimating the situation, Mo Lingling turned the reins.

The head of the green horse quickly turned to her left hand, and the front legs also turned to that side, and at the same time, Mo Lingling was able to hold the green sickle in her right hand and slash diagonally.

At the same time, the first soul ring on her (shēn) shone brightly, and her mouth shouted, "Ghost possession!" ”

Ghost possession, Mo Lingling's first soul skill, the soul ring is taken from a soul beast that is more than 700 years old, and the volume of the Qi Green Scythe can be doubled after the soul skill is used, and the attack power can be increased by 50%.

When the soul skill is used, the Qilu Scythe martial soul rises against the storm, the handle of the knife doubles, and the blade also doubles and thickens.

Now, the length of the handle of this green sickle has reached four meters, and the length of the blade has reached three meters.

The huge Qilu scythe suddenly became longer and larger, slashing diagonally, the handle was still in the air, and the tip of the blade had already reached Zi Jin.

Zi Jin's face was solemn, and after quickly thinking about countermeasures in her heart, she did not bully forward (shēn), but retreated backwards again and again.

It's not that she doesn't want to be close (shēn), it's that she can't.

Now, if you are close to the forward (tǐng), with the speed of Zijin, it will definitely not be comparable to Mo Lingling on horseback.

Once Zi Jin stepped forward, Mo Lingling only needed to clamp the horse's belly, and with the speed of Qi Green Horse, he could get out of Zi Jin's attack distance in one fell swoop.

At the same time, Zijin (shēn) is within the 90-degree inner edge of the blade and the hilt of the Qilu sickle, and Mo Lingling only has one belt, and he can use the corner where the blade joins the handle to harvest Zijin like cutting wheat.

Scythe-type weapons have to do the most damage, one is to slash with the tip of the knife, and the other is to harvest with "horns".

If he really did this, Zi Jin was afraid that he would be cut in half in an instant.

Therefore, she had no choice but to retreat.

Withdrawing two or three steps, Zi Jin's ten-fist sword was still in the air, and as soon as the blade turned, she changed direction and slashed towards the outer caries of Qi Lu's sickle

One green and one red, the two colors of knife light collided fiercely.

"Bell ——!"

The sound of the clash of gold and iron sounded violently, and the Qilu sickle in Mo Lingling's hand was shocked and raised high diagonally backwards, and even flew out directly!

She still underestimated Zijin too much.

The current Zi Jin, with the blessing of the dual soul skills, has reached four times the original attack power, and in terms of pure attack, it is no less than a forty-five-level soul sect.

And Mo Lingling's attack power is only increased by fifty percent, compared to the two, the gap is naturally extremely far, and it is normal to be shocked by the martial spirit.

Mo Lingling was startled, her legs clamped the horse's belly, and Qi Luma took her away from Zijin quickly.

Running to the edge on the other side of the field, Mo Lingling's right hand stretched out, and with a suck of soul power, the Qilu Scythe Martial Spirit that had fallen in the distance flew back to her hand.

Glancing at Zi Jin with a solemn face, Mo Lingling commanded Qi Lu Ma, dragged Qi Lu Sickle with his right hand, and charged at Zi Jin again.

Seeing this, Zi Jin rushed forward.

The distance between the two was still more than ten meters, but Mo Lingling suddenly stopped in advance.

As soon as she pulled the reins, the front hooves of the green horse were raised high and then lowered.

The purple thousand-year-old soul ring on (shēn) flashed brightly, and the Qilu sickle dragged by Mo Lingling swept up from the bottom.

"Uhhh

A green arc-shaped knife slashed against the ground, and where the knife passed, the floor was all broken, and a deep ravine was cut out in the middle.

Death Chopping Blade, Mo Lingling's thousand-year-old soul ring technique, after use, slashes out a green arc-shaped knife, if the knife hits the enemy, it can also hurt the enemy's soul.

Mo Lingling kept moving, she let go of the reins, held the handle of the Qilu sickle with both hands, and moved quickly left and right, drawing dozens of green death slashes in a row

Opposite Mo Lingling, Zi Jin took a deep breath, and the ten-fist sword was raised above his head.

She originally wanted to move sideways left and right to dodge, but Mo Lingling's thousand-year-old soul technique was very fast, and if Zi Jin dodged now, she would definitely encounter this green knife halfway.

Her speed is not particularly block, and she will definitely be in a hurry at that time, and if she is accidentally hit by the mountain, won't she end up at that time?

Thinking of this, she decided to use her thousand-year-old soul technique to offset it.

It's all thousand-year-old soul skills, so it shouldn't be weak, uncertain......

Mine is better than hers!

Zi Jin's guess in her heart was very accurate, her current thousand-year-old soul technique, the Chiliu Sword Gang, would definitely be stronger than the death slashing blade sent out by the Qi Green Scythe.

The reason for this is the strong blessing of Zi Jin's dual soul skills.

Making a decision in his heart, the purple thousand-year soul ring on Zijin (shēn) flashed and shouted, "Chiliu Sword Gang! ”

The thousand-year-old soul ring technique was used, and Zi Jin slashed down with both swords, and three red sword qi (shè) burst out, forming a spiral disc to meet the flying green arc-shaped knife.

Zi Jin kept moving, swinging his knife and slashing continuously, and used the Chiliu Sword Gang more than a dozen times in a row.

The red swirling sword qi continued to fly out, and the green arc-shaped sword also kept flying close to the ground.

The two collided, and there was a constant thumping sound and roar in the ring.

The surrounding floor was all shattered, either shattered by the agitated sword qi or cut by the arc-shaped sword.

After this battle, it will cost a lot of money to repair the Soto Great Fighting Arena.

After more than ten seconds, the two stopped, and the sword and sword qi dissipated each other.

The ring was in shambles, and not a single good tile could be found.

Zi Jin and Mo Lingling were both pale, and the two of them were panting and sweating profusely.