Therefore, the night scales were identified by Mo Qing as a soft-footed shrimp who did not do their best, but not only did not have the slightest gratitude, but still felt greatly stimulated.

Therefore, Mo Qing's purple spear became more and more urgent, and the more it stabbed, the more ruthless it became.

Finally, Mo Qing, who found a flaw in the night scales, stabbed down wildly, and instantly nailed into the shoulders of the night scales.

This was the result of Nightscale's hasty dodge, and if the team hadn't dodged, the shot just now would have stabbed him directly in the head.

Cold sweat ran down Nightscale's forehead, covering his stunned expression.

"Nightscales, you idiot!"

Leng Meiying scolded that hatred of iron could not become steel, and then a piercing sword swept towards Mo Qing.

Mo Qing snorted indifferently, and the purple spear with night scales and blood was frantically slammed, and her beautiful and slender fingertips like green onions flew quickly or passed a piece of purple light.

In mid-air, a bright shield of light flashed out, violently blocking the sudden attack of Leng Meiying.

The purple shield was majestic, and it was attacked by the power of Leng Sleepy Shadow fifty percent, but it was not broken.

However, Leng Meiying's attack was not so simple, the three-inch short knife flew out of the air with one slash after another, and slashed towards Mo Qing.

Mo Qing's purple shield blocked the first wave of attacks, the second wave of attacks, but when the third wave of attacks came up, it was suddenly shattered, and it was so completely shattered that a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Mo Qing's mouth.

Leng Meiying's knife light is sharp and domineering, it is a knife technique that Night Scale has never seen, after each swing, there will even be a remnant of the knife in front of Leng Meiying, which is very magical.

Mo Qing's gun didn't mercilessly pick it up, and the attacks of the two collided heavily.

The loud sound of the two fighting sounded in mid-air, no one gave in, no one showed mercy, and the power of the two waves of holy orders was undoubtedly displayed at this moment.

As the old saying goes, an inch is long, an inch is strong.

However, when a person's strength is strong enough to condense the sword qi and sword gang, this kind of 'strongness' is far from relative, and it cannot make the user really stronger.

It's like the current Leng Sleep Shadow and Mo Qing.

Mo Qing's spear is obviously much longer than Leng Meiying's three-inch short knife, but Leng Meiying is a powerful existence with a sword, so this relative strength is very ruthlessly offset.

This is the first time that Leng Meiying has done his best since he was promoted to the Holy Rank, and almost all of Zhou's body is full of swords, as if it is a white lotus blooming in a lotus, so beautiful that it is incomparably beautiful.

Leng Meiying's strength at this time made Mo feel an inexplicable palpitation, because the intelligence before coming showed that Leng Meiying was just a strong man in the middle of the Martial Emperor, and this kind of firmness was obtained by Yan Ruyu, who had fought with Leng Meiying twice, and it was impossible to use it wrong.

But now it seems that she is still a powerhouse in the middle of the Martial Emperor Realm? Is there a domineering sword warrior in the middle of the powerhouse? At this time, whoever looks at it is a holy step!

Oh my God, this is only a long time, is there a month before and after? He was actually upgraded from a Martial Emperor to a Holy Rank!

Could it be that the Holy Rank is no longer valuable? When did the Holy Rank become so easy to advance? And it's still two levels in a row, is there such a way to advance?

Mo Qing, who was full of calm face, was also a little flustered with fright, this kind of promotion was really too terrifying.