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The Nth revision.,If you don't subdivide it again.,Let's do it first.。。。 I'm sorry.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at her coldly and didn't defend herself.

With a flick in the woman's hand, a snow-white long silk appeared, she held both ends with her bare hands, and the soft long silk fluttered in the wind. "I won't bully you either, how about letting you make three moves?"

Mo Xiaoxiao doesn't care, the other party's arrogance is her opportunity, and she won't be stupid to refuse.

"In that case, then concede!" The Rain Qingfeng Sword in Mo Xiaoxiao's hand was still wrapped in a thin layer of pale cyan halo, her figure was like a swallow, her right leg flicked, her body jumped up, and she slashed at the female foundation building monk's chest!

Although the female Zhuji monk had a smile on her face, she was actually secretly wary in her heart, but out of confidence in the realm, she did not dodge, but sacrificed white silk and hung a white wall in front of her.

Mo Xiaoxiao slashed at the white silk with a sword, and the magic weapon that seemed to be full of spirituality made a piercing crashing sound, and a string of silver sparks sparked.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at it intently, and the white silk was not unharmed, but a white mark was scratched. It looks as if a perfect piece of silk has been pulled out of an axis, which is very conspicuous.

The female Zhuji monk looked solemn, "Good kung fu!" Her white silk is her most important magic weapon, wouldn't it hurt her to hurt her like this, she couldn't help but regret saying things like letting Mo Xiaoxiao make three moves, but the words have already been spoken, and she is not good at breaking her word and getting fat.

The female Zhuji monk turned her mind a few times, recalled Bai Aya, and swirled around her body, protecting her figure in all directions. The white silk and red clothes complement each other, and they look beautiful.

Mo Xiaoxiao didn't appreciate it, she carefully calculated the angle she could take. Although this white silk is just circling around, it can be seen that its defense is not ordinarily strong, and if it is still according to Fang Cai's swordsmanship, I am afraid that it will not be able to bring a little damage to the Tsukiji monk. She didn't want to waste the good opportunity to talk about these three tricks, but she would suffer later.

She thought about it for a while, and decided to try to use the second form of the Fusion Sword Technique, which had just reached the path not long ago, but had not yet broken through, combining the spell of the Glowing Water, the second form of the Four Seasons Reincarnation Heart Technique, and the second form of the Guiyuan Sword Technique!

Mo Xiaoxin recited the heart trick and sword trick in his heart, and his hand was ready to go, the sky was completely dark, and the sky was completely invisible in the dense jungle, and he could only see the black shadows rising from the ground.

The sun is blessed, and all things are brilliant!

This style is to seize the light of the sun and the moon and turn it into a supreme sword technique. But now at night, the timing is not very right. However, Mo Xiaoxiao still tried her best to urge the exercises, absorbing the power of the sun and moon that slowly fluctuated in the air around her, and finally, between her hands, a dazzling golden light cluster was formed, Mo Xiaoxiao continued to urge the light cluster, fused to the sword body, and a cold light flashed on the sword body, like an ancient murderer.

At the same time, Mo Xiaoxiao also urged the green light water essence in his body, and the green water vapor spread out, also covering the sword body. The cyan and gold colors combined to form a light purple light on the sword's body, which looked mysterious and full of danger.

This is the second form of the sword technique she comprehended, the glowing purple light.

It's too late, but it's just a breath of time.

The female Zhuji monk looked at the purple cold light that flashed on Mo Xiaoxiao's sword, and couldn't help but palpitate, this girl, what kind of weird swordsmanship is this?

She has the heart to regret her promise, but she can't wipe off her face.

When she saw Mo Xiaoxiao coldly raising the sword in her hand, the sense of crisis in her heart became even stronger, and in the end, the female foundation building monk had a horizontal heart, how many years has she walked the rivers and lakes, how can she care about this false name! It's okay to make a move, such a girl, if she doesn't kill her, she will be a scourge after all!

She must be in her heart, and she immediately urged the body protection technique and the white silk in her hand at the same time, this white silk can be attacked and defended, but it is a real top magic weapon!

It's just a little girl, can she compare with a foundation-building monk like her? It's just splendid on the surface, but unbearable on the inside!

Mo Xiaoxiao didn't pay any attention to the movements of the female foundation cultivator, she had already prepared the sword in her hand, this style, after several years of enlightenment, although it was the first time to use it, she didn't feel condensed at all, and it was even more handy than the first style!

The others had almost forgotten about their respective grappling and stopped to watch the duel between the two.

In the eyes of everyone, only two figures were seen, one purple and one white, which looked even more brilliant in the night, colliding together at a very fast speed, and then quickly separated.

Li Xueyan originally followed behind Mo Xiaoxiao, and when the female Zhuji monk came to find her, she stepped back a little, but she also watched the fight between the two directly.

With another breath, the purple dissipated, and the white still lingered in the figure of the female foundation monk in the blur.

Did the foundation monk win? Seeing this moment, this judgment popped up in Li Xueyan's mind. After all, building a foundation or not building a foundation is a chasm between a monk and a monk!

However, in the next moment, everyone noticed something unusual, the female Zhuji monk always maintained a square posture, holding the white silk in front of her right hand and her left hand behind, and her body was originally flying gracefully diagonally, but now it looks a little awkward. However, the white light lingered, and it looked a little hazy and not very real.

Mo Xiaoxiao turned around, the cultivation of the female Zhuji monk was really not to be underestimated, the white silk almost crushed her arm, fortunately, she not only wore a magic robe, but also brought a defensive magic weapon.

It's done, she must have been restrained by the illusion, her illusion is still relatively shallow, and she definitely can't make the female foundation monk die unconsciously, and she has to do it herself. But—

"Bold! What did you do to Ying'er? ”

A male voice mixed with anger came, pointing directly at Mo Xiaoxiao, but it shook the eardrums of everyone in the audience.

Mo Xiaoxiao glanced at the female Zhuji monk, and when she heard the man's shouting, she seemed to loosen a little, and she knew in her heart that this person's threat to herself was fake, and it was true to wake up the female Zhuji monk, and she couldn't delay more, so she brushed the ground in her hand and drove the Yuqing Feng Sword again, and the purple light flashed again, in the eyes of everyone, it was like thunder and lightning in the sky.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the male foundation monk: "If it were usual, maybe I would still cherish you as a talent, but now you kill my brother, it is unforgivable!" ”

Mo Xiaoxiao sneered, these people were obviously ruthless, and they even said these words that no one believed.

The male Zhuji monk held his magic weapon in his hand, a round of six-star Falun, the golden light was dazzling, Mo Xiaoxiao had seen him and the female Zhuji monk cooperate with the means of dealing with his own team leader, the female monk was bound by white silk, and he used the Falun as the main attack, which was indeed very powerful.

Mo Xiaoxiao was not afraid at all in his eyes, but he was quickly calculating in his heart, if he also dragged this person into the illusion, what was the probability of his success. At first glance, this person is a hard-minded, ruthless person, and his cultivation is much more exquisite than that of the previous female cultivators.

Mo Xiaoxiao raised the Huayu Qingfeng Sword again in her hand, her right hand was backwards, ready to attack, she couldn't take the initiative, the other party was also the main attacker, whoever moved first would lose the opportunity.

The male Zhuji monk originally hoped that she would strike first, and then give her a fatal blow, but seeing that Mo Xiaoxiao refused to make a move, although he would not be impatient, he also felt that he had no intention of stalemate, so the six-star Falun in his hand was thrown in the air, turning into thousands of afterimages, cutting towards Mo Xiaoxiao from all angles, bringing up a cold wind!