Yu Wuji is dressed in white, just like the so-called if you want to be pretty, you are plain. Yu Wuji has excellent appearance, fluttering white clothes, ignoring his overly serious and upright face, he is really a good beautiful man.

Mo Yan was dressed in dark black, his sleeves and placket were dark red, and there was a red hairband on his hair, which was tied casually, and with his attack, the red hairband also flew away.

One white, one black, intertwined in the air.

Like two black and white lights and shadows, spiritual power collided, and a fierce battle was raging.

Ziqian Mo is a small group, watching the battle seriously, she can see that Yu Wuji is very good, but the actual combat experience seems to be a little weaker than Mo Yan, and the moves are too academic, and Mo Yan is a blade washed with blood, every move and style is fatal, and there is no ambiguity in attacking the key points at all.

Looking at it now, the two may be evenly matched.

But in a quarter of an hour at most, Yu Wuji will reveal his defeat and cannot be reversed.

"Who the hell are you?"

Yu Wuji became more and more struggling, feeling a little uncomfortable, the more he fought with Mo Yan closely, the more he felt that Mo Yan's silhouette was very familiar, "Have we met somewhere." ”

Mo Yan swept with a leg whip and swept directly towards Yu Wuji's side head.

That's his answer!

Naturally, I have seen it.

He went to Principal Yu's study, and Principal Yu also came to the door three or four times to take him as an apprentice, and one of them, he brought Yu Wuji and Yu Zhujun with his two sons.

Principal Yu hopes that his son can make friends with Mo Yan, especially the eldest son.

However, what I didn't expect was that Mo Yan and Yu Wuji did not talk speculatively for more than half a sentence, but became close friends with Yu Zhujun's "mud that can't be put on the wall".

"Buzz—"

Suddenly, the Burning Xi Twin Swords, which had not moved, seemed to have discovered something, and their sword bodies trembled excitedly.

When the spiritual weapon reaches the seventh grade or above, there will be spirituality, and even the birth of a machine spirit.

This Burning Xi Twin Swords, at the peak of the moment, is a nine-rank divine soldier, there must be a weapon spirit, at this moment, the instrument spirit is happy, the two swords scrambled to win, and ran in the direction of Xiao Bai Ze.

Zi Qianmo: "......"

What kind of magic operation is this?

Is this Burning Xi Twin Swords crazy, isn't this demon trying to rob you, it's Mo Yan and Yu Wuji who are robbing you, shouldn't you pick a master from among them!

Zi Qianmo glanced at the Burning Xi Sword in disgust.

Scarlet Sword stiffened, and bent his head (hilt) aggrievedly.

Lan Jian was stunned for a moment, and his body (sword body) trembled sadly.

Zi Qianmo took a small short claw and moved a few steps to the left, opening up a distance from the Burning Xi Twin Sword.

Don't come here, my soul is light!

This demon doesn't want to be the target of public criticism!

This demon just wants to watch the battle quietly and eat a melon.

However, as if he couldn't understand her face, the two swords of Burning Xi persevered and followed, and instead of narrowing the distance, the distance was shortened.

Ziqian Mo was speechless.

She lifted her little white paw and wanted to whip it!

But who knows, as soon as the Burning Xi Twin Swords saw her raise her claws, they immediately rushed to put the hilt of the sword into Zi Qianmo's claws, with a flattering attitude of begging you to use me.

The corners of Zi Qianmo's eyes twitched, and he slapped the two shameless ones away with one paw.

Don't pester me!

Why aren't you reserved at all?

After so many years, he has lived to the belly of a dog, and he is also a thousand-year-old instrumental spirit.

The two swords of Burning Xi were whipped out by the claws of the Demon King, and they slammed into the wall with a clatter, and the two swords hugged each other's heads and hummed aggrievedly.