"How long can you hold out?"

Mo Qingli chuckled, and the sword in his hand was a little heavier.

The arms bent down slightly, and the palms sank a little more. Night Nineteen slowly straightened up again, and the distance from the top of his forehead slowly returned to his previous position.

"Mo Qingli, you've been cultivating this Demon Domain Dragon Slayer for a long time, right?"

"Yes, how did you guess?"

He smiled bitterly, "If it weren't for a long time of cultivation, how could you be so proficient in it?

In my eyes, what exercises in this world cannot be cultivated? I will practice whatever exercises are strong? As long as I can defeat you, no matter what it is, I will practice them!"

"Is it really that important to beat me?"

"Of course! Ever since I first met you, you've been like those ants and grasshoppers, and I can easily kill you with just one finger. Even if I look at you more, I feel like I've surrendered my identity. However, every time I saw you, you became a little stronger, and I watched you finally be able to look at me at eye level. Do you know? I wanted to fight you, and I was always considered a genius among my generation, and I was called the first of the younger generation. But your rise is so fast, every time I hear someone compare you to me, I actually feel an insult in my heart!"

"Why do you think that?"

"Huh...... Why do you think like this? You were just a wandering orphan at that time, with no background, no power, and no powerful resources for your cultivation! And I, the young master of the Tibetan Hidden Mansion, how many people in the world dare to talk to me on a level-headed basis? And how many martial arts secrets are there for me to choose and cultivate? There are no rare and wonderful medicines in the world that can improve the realm of cultivation, and there have never been fewer in the Tibetan Hidden Mansion? But you can be compared to me, and in the eyes of all the people in the world, they will think that I am inferior to you!"

"Alas...... Isn't it important to have a false name?"

"Do you know? This battle between you and me should have been three years ago. At that time, you had the night knife, and you had not yet fallen into the devil. I wanted to ask you to fight, but because of Mei'er, she always regarded you as the only relative in this world. She didn't want me to be your enemy, so I agreed to her, and even before she fell asleep, she asked me to take care of you! But how could I ever let go of the fighting spirit in my heart? Now, I have no scruples! Today must be the time of your death at night!"

The red Jiao suddenly rose up, and it had already escaped the momentum of the night nineteen.

The snow-white robe has turned into a phantom, and the red blood has turned into a remnant. At this moment, Mo Qingli had already circled around Ye Nineteen dozens of times, stabbing out thousands of swords!

The night nineteen Xuanyi wind dance, in the same place seems to be unmoved, but the actual hands or flick or cut, such as thousands of arms, fingers and palms and red Jiao are already thousands of blows.

No one in the world can see the movements of the two of them clearly, like an illusion, but they are killing everywhere!

The red net trembled, and the sword qi between the two of them had destroyed the red net to the ground.

Mo Qingli escaped leisurely, and at the tip of the red sword, a string of blood beads were sprinkled. was reflected by the red pillar of light, but the string of blood beads flashed with a colorful halo.

Night nineteen, looking at the ink in the distance. The bloodless pale face suddenly flushed.

"Poof...... ＂

Blood, spurting out of the mouth. The shirt was torn, and more than a dozen bloody mouths bloomed.

Blood, trickling down.

Night Nineteen was injured and defeated.

Wounds, are serious injuries. Even Mo Qingli couldn't suppress the magic sword qi left in the wound, the wound cracked, and the blood flowed out.

However, he smiled, and all the technical forces of the two of them just collided with each other, and they were all transferred into the void by him, and they did not spill out of this lonely old peak at all.

"You, win...... ＂

"What are you?!Night Nineteen!Didn't I know that you used the power of the collision to break through the space just now?You didn't do your best!In your mind, I didn't even qualify for a fair fight?" Mo Qing twisted away from his face and roared loudly.

"Who said that? Look, isn't your blood broken?"

Several fingers were printed with both hands, and a colorful rainbow broke through the net! Through the starry sky, the entire night sky had been reflected by the rainbow into a colorful starry sky.

The stars and moon can no longer be seen clearly in the sky, and only the sky is full of rainbows.

The Stanley that connects the sky and the earth, is bloody. Under the cover of the rainbow, it gradually faded and faded, and finally slowly merged into the rainbow and disappeared.

Mo Qingli looked up at the sky, he was already stunned. Since the day the Blood Demon was created, no one had broken it so easily. Only a little clearing, or waiting for it to slowly dissipate on its own, and now it is assimilated and dissolved.

"How is it possible? How is it possible...... Mo Qingli muttered to himself, the red Jiao in his hand, and the tip of the sword had hung down.

"Ahem, ahem...... A clear cough woke him up again. Looking at Ye Nineteen, who was coughing up blood, Biyan was gloomy in his eyes.

"I'm still not your opponent, you're really strong! It's just that I don't want to lose or win, I just want your life!"

The red Jiao bounced up and shot out, like light, but it had surpassed the light.

The light, when you see it, is already shining on you.

There was no obstacle, no barrier, and the red Jiao was inserted in the right chest of Night Nineteen.

Ye Nineteen's eyes were still as clear as a clear spring, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, and he sat down slowly, slowly.

Succeeded so easily, Mo Qingli couldn't believe it, and he was stunned.

Taking a deep breath, his chest was burning like a fire, and it was the Yuan Force attached to the Red Jiao raging in his body.

Hold the red Jiao between the fingers of his left hand, and slowly pull it out inch by inch and put it aside.

Mo Qingli saw him pull out the red jiao, and stepped out in one step, and the distance of more than ten zhang was like a void. The next moment, he was standing in front of Night Nineteen.

looked at Ye Nineteen condescendingly, and said coldly: "This, you don't die?"

The right hand is aimed at the top of the forehead and is about to be smashed.

Ye Nineteen suddenly smiled, and looked at Mo Qingli with clear eyes. The right hand stretched out, "Do you remember this?"

The fist suddenly stopped in the air, and Mo Qingli stared straight at the palm of Night Nineteen's hand.

In the palm of the hand, there is only a small green bamboo branch, and nothing else.

Green bamboo branches, verdant and verdant, full of greenery.

This is not really a green bamboo branch, but a piece of jade bamboo carved from green jadeite.

Mo Qingli carefully stretched out his fingers, and in the gentlest way, took the jade bamboo from Ye Nineteen's hand.

The breath on it is so familiar and so cherished, this is Mei'er's jade bamboo.

From the first time I saw her, the jade bamboo was worn around her waist and never left her body. At that time, she had been sealed in her memory, but she never refused to leave this bamboo behind.

Mo Qingli looked at the jade bamboo, and the blue in his pupils had turned blue. The red hairnet on the top of the lonely old peak gradually retreated, and Mo Qingli looked at the jade bamboo gently, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Your surname is Mo, but you look so white? Mo? How dark is it? I, I only know that my name is Mei'er, and I don't remember the rest. Why do you call you Senior Brother? You are not as good-looking as Mei'er...... ＂

A small person in front of him, wrinkling his beautiful little eyebrows, was looking up at his little pink carved face, shouting angrily.