Just when Murong Qianfan was entangled.

A dark lotus flower appeared in the void.

It blooms, and the void grows lotuses everywhere.

It slowly floated towards Mo Wen, and the petals turned into deadly blades and scattered.

In the blink of an eye, it was in front of Mo Wen's eyes.

An earth-shattering death intent struck my heart.

......

The spiritual power turned into a barrier, and the two swords in his hands were waved.

The petals were pierced by a sword, turning into spiritual power and dissolving on the sword.

Mo Wen raised his eyes and looked at the other side of the mountain.

One woman and one man, one black and one white, one in front and one behind, one cold and one hot.

Zhou Yutong and Xu Youjian.

The light shone obliquely on them, but the shadow covered his face.

"Xu Youjian, take care of your wife!" Mo Wen scolded coldly: "If you dare to provoke unreasonably next time, you will be killed!"

What responded to him was Zhou Yutong's cold killing intent.

And also......

"Brother Mo, I ....." Xu Youjian wanted to speak, but there was a tearing pain on his face.

Mo Wen looked at him quietly.

Between the staggered lights, the overlapping palm prints can be faintly seen.

"You hit it?"

Mo Wen's eyes were full of murderous intent, forcing him to look at Zhou Yutong.

He couldn't imagine.

What kind of infatuation does a man have to allow a woman to trample on his self-esteem?

Or maybe.

The moment Xu Youjian fell in love with her, she became his self-esteem.

But no matter what.

At this moment, he had an unprecedented monstrous killing intent towards Zhou Yutong.

"I hit it!" Zhou Yutong did not deny it, the whole person was like an iceberg and a boulder, his tone was stiff, and his voice was cold.

"Okay, okay! It's good that you hit it!" Mo Wen said angrily.

No longer suppressed his killing intent, he raised his sword and rushed towards her.

"Brother Mo, don't!" Xu Youjian hurriedly stood between the two.

He was 10,000 and didn't want the two to fight.

"Get out of here!" snorted.

It's not Mo Qian, it's not silver dust.

It's Zhou Yutong behind him!

Her jade hand wrapped in black spiritual power and fanned his head.

Syllable!

Xu Youjian was fanned up, rolled in the air a few times, and finally fell to the ground.

"Hey, look at that guy!"

"He seems to be one of the inheritors of the Nine Swords!"

"Why, it's like a dog!"

"That is, how can the Nine Swords Inheritor be so unbearable?"

Xu Youjian lay on the ground.

He heard the crowd talking.

His eyes were blank, and he raised his eyes to the sky.

The light in the sky is like the moon on Shu Mountain.

......

Last night, he was lying on the ground like this......

A cold glow, stagnant on the face.

She cried......

He wiped away the spilled tears for her.

He was slapped for a long time.

Hey...... Whining......

......

The two fought together.

Mo Wen completely exploded with all his might.

He held the nameless sword and slashed Zhou Yutong wildly, while the heart sword controlled the Xingchen Sword with the sword technique, and launched a deadly and fierce attack on it.

Dual-minded and merciless.

The sword intent erupted wildly, pressing madly towards her.

The Polar Sun Earthquake was running at full strength, and he was covered in thunder and fire.

He is like a god of war at the moment.

The stars are swords, and the flames are armor.

The spiritual power of the fruit hidden in the body before was also quickly digested.

The pores of the whole body open and close.

The supply of spiritual power is endless.

With each blow, he blasted the air and dispersed the aura of heaven and earth.

But the more he beats, the more he can find that Zhou Yutong's progress during this period is like a god.

Her attention to detail has become more and more prominent, and it is not at all as rough as the first battle with Silver Dust.

Between her shots, there are all kinds of martial arts, and they are at her fingertips.

Black and red light intertwined, devouring everyone's minds.

They were blown away by this level of combat.

This is definitely the best of two kings!

A smile flashed in Murong Qianfan's eyes on the side.

A dog has his day!

He's going to enter the arena now and give Mo Wen a fatal blow!

Just as he was making a move, a spear flew from afar and stuck at his feet.

"Let's take care of yourself first!"

Silver Dust sneered and rushed in front of him, knocking it back with a punch, holding the spear in his hand again, and struck away in a combo.

......

She took out her scythe.

Black lotus fills the void.

"Hate the Sky Scythe!"

Fast as a ghost, hooking the soul and killing the world.

Void lotus flowers bloom everywhere, turning into a ghostly blade to accompany me.

The shadowy blade collided with the Star Sword.

The pitch-black scythe and nameless sword made a sonorous sound.

The two of them collided with fists and feet between their swords and sickles, and their blood and qi were surging.

It's getting faster and faster.

Mo Wen once felt that his clothes were about to be torn rapidly.

Bang bang!

......

A mist treads water.

Waves from behind.

Memories are like shadows in the fog.

Something, in my field of vision.

Zhao Qingfeng saw Mo Wen again.

The unfamiliar voice exploded in my mind again, echoing repeatedly: "Fight with me, you are killing yourself!"

But this time, it's no longer a quick glance.

The unfamiliar voice became more and more familiar, and the gloom in his eyes gradually dissipated.

A realization rose in his heart: Kill that person, his name is Mo Wen!

......

Xu Youjian stood up again.

He slapped his cheeks full of slender palm prints fiercely: "I'm really not human, how can I get tired of Miss Zhou?"

He decided to keep fighting!

Just as he was about to act, a shadow suddenly burst into his eyes.

That shadow seemed to be attacking Brother Mo......

No, I'm going to stop him!

Xu Youjian's heart moved, his body rushed away, and the long sword behind him came out of its sheath and flew into his hand.

He shouted: "Thief, don't do this sneak attack! If you want to hurt Brother Mo, pass me first!"

Zhao Qingfeng saw Xu Youjian rushing over with a sword.

His gaze froze.

This is...... The same disgusting breath!

Then ...... Destroy!

And then destroy Mo Wen!

The sword intent domain is staggered in the gusts of yin wind.

......

"I heard that there is a Nine Swords Descendant on the other side of Mirror Lake?" Chi Yan leaned on the stone chair with one leg and whispered to a charming woman beside him.

"Hui Gongzi, yes, he is a descendant outside the top six!" the charming woman replied repeatedly, admiring the autumn water.

In the face of such a stunning appearance, ordinary people are afraid that they will be fascinated and obey her.

But Chi Yan snorted coldly and slapped her to the ground with one palm.

He couldn't stop coughing up blood in his mouth, and a pale appeared on his bewitching and delicate face

"You mean I'm afraid of the top six?" Chi Yan said coldly.

He is destined to sweep the world, how can he be despised by others?

"Childe spares his life...... The slave didn't dare to ......" The charming woman quickly knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

The snow-white and tender forehead was pierced by the rubble and a messy wound, and a bruise appeared.

But without Chi Yan's consent, she wouldn't dare to stop at all.

She had seen Chiyan's violent and cruel methods with her own eyes, and she didn't want to experience it in her life.

"Hmph, I'll spare you this time! Next time, I don't want to hear anything like that again!"

Chi Yan finally spared her, and motioned for the woman to get up: "Give me an order to go down and prepare for Mingjing Lake!"

"Yes! The slave and maid retreat!" the woman nodded again and again, and did not dare to stop for a moment and retreated.

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