"Modi Sword...... It's really the Ink Emperor Sword!"

"In terms of rarity, it is no less than nine arrows of archery!"

"I didn't expect Mo Ziyu to even bring this thing. Music-Literature"

......

The crowd changed color.

Even the Mo family sword cultivator didn't expect Mo Ziyu to come to the sage battlefield with the Mo Emperor Sword.

You must know that this is the family heirloom of the Mo family, and it is the luck of the Mo family.

Once something goes wrong, it's impossible to imagine.

"Don't worry, my grandfather allowed me to bring this thing!"

Mo Ziyu said with a smile: "He said that my trip may be dangerous, bring the Mo Emperor Sword in case of emergency...... It's good now, it's really a hard bone. ”

"However, no matter how hard the bones are, they will not be the opponent of the Modi Sword!"

Mo Ziyu's eyes were blazing, as if he was winning.

"Brother Ling, please be careful...... The Modi Sword is the sword of the first head of the Mo family, forged from the remains of demigod beings, and its power is amazing. ”

Lu Chen hurriedly reminded Ling Jiuxiao.

"Not bad!"

Ling Jiuxiao nodded again and again, his eyes glowing.

"What's the matter with this person?"

Facing Ling Jiuxiao's gaze, Mo Ziyu only felt uncomfortable.

Isn't it?

Ling Jiuxiao's first reaction to the Ink Emperor Sword was not fear, but a touch of covetousness.

It's like a mortal visiting the emperor, but staring at the queen next to him and drooling.

Punish the guilty!

"Slash!"

Mo Ziyu was so angry that he raised his sword and slashed down!

"Hehe, it's all in the palm of your hand, and you don't allow me to take a look?"

Ling Jiuxiao smiled: "Originally, I thought it was your heirloom, if you retreat in the face of difficulties, I may have some kindness and make a deal with you...... After all, it's a good sword. A good sword must be matched with a master like me. ”

"However, if you don't know what to do, don't blame me for taking it by force!"

Ling Jiuxiao's face was straightforward: "It just so happens that I have cultivated the way of the sword, so I will weigh the sword path of the Mo family, a wealthy family outside the world, and compare it with me, which is higher and which is lower!"

As soon as these words came out, the hall burst into laughter.

The Mo family's attainments in kendo are so strong that they can be said to be famous all over the world.

Now Ling Jiuxiao wants to weigh the strength of the Mo family's sword...... Let me ask you, do you have the qualifications?

However, in response to their laughter, it was not Ling Jiuxiao who was split in half by the Mo Emperor Sword, only to see that the young man with three heads and six arms was not only timid, but instead took advantage of the situation, and the six holy relics were sacrificed together to resist the blow of the Mo Emperor Sword!

"Boom!"

The sharp sword shook the six holy relics, but Ling Jiuxiao didn't give an inch, but Mo Ziyu was shocked by the huge force that came indirectly, and his arm was numb, and he almost couldn't grasp the Mo Emperor sword.

"This ......!"

The arrow not far away took in this scene and widened his eyes...... In a head-on confrontation, Mo Ziyu is at a disadvantage?

"Isn't he just a saint?"

"The Modi Sword, the former natal thing of the Modi Emperor, has been nourished by the blood of the Mo family for many years, and its power is unstoppable. ”

"Why Mo Ziyu is not as good as him, it's really strange!"

......

Jian Bufan's thoughts fluctuated, and he looked at Ling Jiuxiao as much as he feared!

On the other hand, Ling Jiuxiao.

He and Mo Ziyu shook him hard and was unharmed, but his expression was calm.

"This sword is excellent...... Although it is not as good as the Extreme Dao Divine Soldier, it is definitely not far behind!"

Ling Jiuxiao was amazed by the Ink Emperor Sword.

Although he already has nine dragon sparrows, it is only sometimes difficult to use them...... Because it's too much of a blink.

The Modi Sword is at most a half-step divine weapon, and it can already arouse people's greed.

If the matter of the Nine Dragon Sparrows is exposed, Ling Jiuxiao will definitely be in turmoil next.

This was not the situation he wanted to see.

Of course, capturing the Modi Sword will also provoke a never-ending hunt.

However, the premise of the hunt is that someone knows that he has taken away the Modi Sword.

"If the people of the Mo family can't leave the Sage Battlefield, the news will naturally not spread. ”

Ling Jiuxiao couldn't help but think.

Even so, he was not prepared to kill Mo Ziyu and the others.

If the Mo family's sword cultivation is completely extinguished, a series of life cards are broken, and the soul lamp is extinguished, it is estimated that the Mo family will inevitably send people to guard the entrance and inquire one by one.

When the time comes, it may not be easy to get out.

Therefore, Mo Ziyu and the others could only be locked up in the sage battlefield.

Anyway, this place is a little desolate, but it is not so bad that it cannot live.

Mo Ziyu seemed to see through Ling Jiuxiao's intentions, and the disgust in his heart suddenly intensified a little, and his sword was like a dragon, and he fought directly with Ling Jiuxiao.

"Good time!"

Ling Jiuxiao's fighting spirit is high, and he does not retreat but advances.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one!

Mo Ziyu is worthy of being the descendant of the sword cultivator Mo family, and his sword path is smooth, which makes people give birth to this sword should stand above the clouds.

"The sword that is high up in the sky has a good idea. ”

Ling Jiuxiao said approvingly.

"My Mo family's sword, where is it your turn to comment indiscriminately like you!"

Mo Ziyu disagreed.

That's what he said, but the speed at which he drew his sword was getting faster and faster.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

......

Although his sword became faster and faster, as fast as lightning, the distance between him and Ling Jiuxiao did not decrease but increased.

At first, he could sweep in front of Ling Jiuxiao, but now he couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

"What's going on?"

Mo Ziyu was shocked.

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't imagine why his sword couldn't touch Ling Jiuxiao.

"You rely too much on the Modi Sword, and you believe in your own sword too much. ”

Ling Jiuxiao sighed and said, "It's definitely not bad to be high, but you obviously haven't been able to comprehend the essence of the Mo family's swordsmanship...... When I arrived in Baoshan, I was a guy who only got a scale and a half claw, but he couldn't win against me. ”

"Shut up!"

Mo Ziyu was enraged by Ling Jiuxiao: "I wanted to keep my hand before, but now it seems that there is no need for this." ”

"Hey...... I know how to put gold on my face, why don't I want to think about it, master, do I need you to let me?"

Ling Jiuxiao rushed forward suddenly: "The sword stays, you ...... Get the hell out of here!"

"Be ......!"

Caught off guard, Dao Gu Jian gently provoked the Mo Emperor Sword, and Ling Jiuxiao, who had three heads and six arms, blasted it with both fists: "Fan Fist!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

......

Five fists slammed into Mo Ziyu's body without saying anything, and most of the bones in his body were suddenly broken.

The dignified sage was like a rag bag flying up, and was knocked hundreds of feet away, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Young master!"

The Mo family's sword cultivator was shocked, for fear that Mo Ziyu would be killed by Ling Jiuxiao.

Ling Jiuxiao was calm, he had already left his hand and did not kill Mo Ziyu.

Because it was too troublesome to kill Mo Ziyu, this person can't be killed now, so it's better to leave him alive.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Ling Jiuxiao only felt an indescribable danger appear in his heart, he quickly turned his head to take a look, and found that the arrow was not known to have withdrawn from the hundred zhang away.

Now he is bending his bow and shooting arrows...... A quaint-looking arrow was aimed at him.

The crisis that Ling Jiuxiao felt came from this arrow!

"Shoot the Arrow!"

Ling Jiuxiao couldn't help but think of the name of the arrow.