Nie Wushuang crossed the demon sword in his hand and said coldly: "Don't whisper, you are fast enough." ”

Mo Qingyu was expressionless, and bowed his hand and said: "Congratulations to Deputy Hall Master Nie on his promotion to the position of Deputy Hall Master, Mo Qingyu came today because of the stagnation of marksmanship, and he wanted to ask Deputy Hall Master Nie for advice. ”

Nie Wushuang looked at Mo and whispered, sighed, and said, "There are only two reasons for coming here, either you want to kill me, or you want to take me as the deputy hall master, since you are here, why do you have to act like this?"

Mo Qingyu hurriedly interrupted Nie Wushuang: "Mo Qingyu didn't dare, but his subordinates heard that Deputy Hall Master Nie could kill He Protector, and they wanted to come and ask Deputy Hall Master Nie for a lesson or two." ”

The hatred for Mo Qingyu in Nie Wushuang's heart is not too deep, and the intersection with Mo Qingyu is not much, except for some conflicts between the two of them sending spirit stones to each other, perhaps it is also because of He Qingshan's obstruction, the two have no bad relations at other times, but Nie Wushuang heard from Bu Yanyun's mouth that Mo Qingyu often obstructs his meeting with Bu Yanyun, and after coming and going, Nie Wushuang naturally has no good impression of Mo Qingyu.

Although there is no hatred for killing his father, there are contradictions and resentments, Nie Wushuang thinks that this matter must be solved, in the cultivation realm, between the cultivation of the third order of foundation building and the fourth order of foundation building, it is not without the strength of a fight. So he looked at Mo whispering, pointed at the Demon Sword, and said, "Let's do it." ”

Mo whispered to see Nie Wushuang coming with a horizontal knife, a hideous smile appeared on his face, and the three-pointed two-edged spear in his hand spit out the aura, and his body burst up, killing him instantly.

Swords and guns fight, Nie Wushuang can only be regarded as fighting against people in the true sense this time, and the opponent's spear carries a spiral spiritual power into his long knife.

Although Mo Qingyu is only a small realm higher than Nie Wushuang, Mo Qingyu's combat techniques are skillful and his spiritual power is full of momentum, which is not comparable to Nie Wushuang at all.

Moreover, Mo whispered that the three-pointed two-edged spear stabbed out with a little bit of spear shadow, which seemed ordinary, but the angle was very tricky, which was obviously a more advanced technique.

Nie Wushuang's combat experience was too weak, and the only two people he killed, one was killed by taking pills, and the other was He Qingshan, who had no power to fight back, and when he really faced the enemy, he felt that he was indeed too weak in terms of experience and combat power.

While Mo whispered a sneer in his mouth, the three-pointed two-edged spear in his hand was cold, and the aura shot out with the cold light of the spear tip, and Nie Wushuang blocked left and right, and for a while he had no power to fight back, which was extremely embarrassing.

In the vast shadow of the gun, while Nie Wushuang dodged in embarrassment, he found that the spiritual power in the middle of the shadow of the gun was thin, which was a huge flaw, so he was ready to go, and when he saw the opportunity, the demon knife stabbed at the middle of the gun shadow, and the spiritual power in his body surged out.

Mo Qingyu sneered, the spear retreated, the shadow of the spear rolled, and Nie Wushuang's demon sword rolled out of his hand, at this time, he instantly turned the tip of the spear, stabbed again and again, the shadow of the spear was sufficient, and the huge spiritual power swept in instantly, where is Nie Wushuang, who is the opponent of a monk like Mo Qingyu, who has been in a hundred battles? In an instant, he was stabbed in the left shoulder by Mo Qingyu's shot, and his body was hit by the aura and flew upside down, falling heavily in the medicine field, and three bloody holes flashed on Nie Wushuang's left shoulder.

Mo whispered and stepped forward, pointed the three-pointed and two-edged gun at Nie Wushuang's neck, laughing, and the voice was full of cathartic pleasure.

Nie Wushuang had too little experience in battle, and only then did he understand that the flaws in Mo Qingyu's shadow just now were actually deliberately exposed by the other party to attract him to come forward and fight hard.

Obviously, Mo Qingyu had already calculated this blow in his heart, and when the tip of the spear pierced Nie Wushuang's left shoulder, the spiritual power rushed into the spiritual veins in his body at the same time.

The external aura strangled and invaded, and the aura in Nie Wushuang's body suddenly became chaotic, and the chaotic aura instantly oppressed his spiritual veins into no rhythm, and under the influence of the invasion of the spiritual veins, his blood vessels were squeezed at the same time, and the blood in it suddenly seemed to boil, surging upward.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Nie Wushuang felt a little more comfortable, barely holding up his upper body and half-lying in the spiritual field, his face was pale, looking at Mo who was raising his gun in front of him.

Mo Qingyu put away his laughter, his face became hideous and terrifying, the long scar on his face twitched like a centipede crawling, and the tip of the gun was removed, Mo Qingyu bent down, slowly leaned his face forward, and said softly: "Don't worry, after you die, I will take care of Yanyun." ”

If it was said that Mo Qingyu's killing intent was only exposed when he first came, then at this time, Nie Wushuang had completely felt the boundless killing intent on Mo Qingyu's body, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and the spiritual energy in his body was chaotic, and he had no power to fight back at this moment, and at the same time, due to the surging blood and qi in his body, he had to forcibly press the meridians and spiritual veins everywhere, and for a while he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Mo Qingyu suddenly took a step back, his right hand stepped forward, and the three-pointed two-edged spear stabbed, and the three bloody holes that had originally appeared in Nie Wushuang's left shoulder were inserted into the same place by Mo Qingyu's three-pointed two-edged spear again, and severe pain came from his left shoulder.

Mo whispered as he watched the blood flow out of Nie Wushuang's left shoulder along his weapon, and said with a hideous smile: "Nie Wushuang, this shot is your wishful thinking about Senior Sister Bu. ”

Nie Wushuang couldn't move at all, he was completely passively beaten, at this moment, his eyes were full of anger towards himself, knowing that the cultivation realm was extremely cruel, but he didn't cultivate well, so that he fell into the hands of his opponent today, let alone fight back, even if he didn't have the strength to fight back, he was bleeding in his mouth at this time, but his heart was extremely unwilling, but there was no way to act.

This feeling of extreme aggrieved made Nie Wushuang's own aura tumble again, and the aura in the spiritual veins in his body was like a flood in a big river, squeezing the meridians and blood veins in his body.

With a mouth, Nie Wushuang's blood couldn't help but spurt out of his mouth, this mouthful of blood was not because he was injured, it was purely due to grievance.

Mo Qingyu suddenly pulled out the three-pointed two-edged spear, and suddenly sent it forward, this shot, the spiritual power was wrapped, the effect was very different, and Mo Qingyu was like insulting Nie Wushuang, this time the three-pointed point on the spear once again pierced the wound on Nie Wushuang's left shoulder.

The spiritual energy on the three-pointed two-edged spear spit out, Mo whispered that this shot pierced Nie Wushuang's left shoulder, he looked at Nie Wushuang, and suddenly shouted angrily: "This shot, stabbing is that you issued spirit stones that day and dared to humiliate me, I really don't know whether I live or die." ”

Nie Wushuang already had a huge anger in his eyes at this time, although he had been bullied a lot since he was a child, it was the first time that he had been repeatedly stabbed to death by Mo Qingyu in such a cruel way, and Mo Qingyu's method was already pure torture of his opponent.

Nie Wushuang's shoulder was in great pain at this time, and he had long lost his ability to fight.

But his heart was beating faster, his blood was boiling, and his pale face was flushed with it.

His eyes were like torches, staring at Mo Whispering, his blood-covered hands clenched into fists, and his whitish joints emerged from under the cover of bright red blood stains.

Mo Qingyu slowly pulled out his blade and looked at Nie Wushuang with a hideous expression, at this time, Nie Wushuang's left shoulder had been pierced by Mo Qingyu with three holes piercing.

Seeing the blood flowing on Nie Wushuang's left shoulder, Mo Qingyu slowly squatted down, changed his hand from the back end of the gun handle to the front of the gun handle, pinched the position close to the gun head, and slowly pointed the three tips at the gun head against the three blood hole wounds on Nie Wushuang's left shoulder that had been pierced, and poked them again little by little.

This time, Mo Qingyu didn't use any force, just gently and slowly pushed the tip of the three-pointed spear into Nie Wushuang's wound, and he used it very lightly, but every time the tip of the spear entered an inch, Nie Wushuang's pain deepened.

Looking at Nie Wushuang, Mo Qingyu's eyes suddenly showed strangeness, and he whispered: "This shot is to avenge He Qingshan." Little bunny, you dare to kill him, do you know how important he is to me?"

When Mo whispered, he didn't tease Nie Wushuang anymore, he suddenly got up, his palm flew back, pinched on the handle of the three-pointed two-edged gun, and suddenly pulled out the three-pointed two-edged gun that was originally inserted in the blood hole in Nie Wushuang's left shoulder, and with a swing of his right hand, the three-pointed and two-edged gun slashed through the air, and the aura surged like a violent wind, and the tip of the spear stabbed straight at Nie Wushuang's neck.

It's too late, it's too soon.

A huge spiritual power swept in, Nie Wushuang was instantly sucked up by the spiritual power, and with a bang, his entire injured body fell heavily from mid-air to the door of the stone house.

Mo Qingyu was also pushed by the huge force, and he retreated more than a dozen steps in a row, until he retreated from the small courtyard to the Lingtian before he stopped.

Fu Xuesong stood at the door of the stone house and said indifferently: "Mo whispering, you have a grudge with Nie Wushuang, you pick a time to solve it, but at this moment and here, you are not allowed to kill him, if you are not convinced, I can accompany you through a few moves." ”

Mo Qingyu's body trembled violently, his eyes stared at Nie Wushuang, his gaze shifted to Fu Xuesong, Mo Qingyu said unwillingly: "Hall Master, do you want to interfere in the fighting between the disciples under the sect?"

Fu Xuesong said: "According to the rules, I can't stop you from killing him, I know that you have a grudge with him, as for whether the hatred between you is a life and death feud, I don't care, but this place is my Cedar Hall, that is, I Fu Xuesong has the final say, since I don't allow you to kill him now, I won't allow it." Do you still need me to give you an explanation? Not only you, but no one up or down in Cedar Hall, before Zongbi. ”

Mo Qingyu's heart was unwilling to swell suddenly, but in the face of Fu Xuesong, who was ruthless, he really didn't dare to say anything, he had his own thoughts in his heart, and said: "Since this is the case, then I will look for him after Zongbi." Saying that, Mo whispered the spear and pointed at Nie Wushuang, and sneered: "I hope that the hall master can keep you safe for the rest of your life." ”

The corners of Fu Xuesong's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak.

Mo whispered to Fu Xuesong and saluted, "Subordinates say goodbye." ”

Fu Xuesong nodded and said: "Wait, after Zongbi, if you want to kill him again, I won't stop you; just right, you bring a message to all the disciples of Cedar Hall for me, if you want to challenge the deputy hall master Nie Wushuang, either challenge above the sect competition, or wait for the sect competition, these nine days, let everyone prepare for the sect competition, before the sect competition, no internal fights in the hall are allowed, and if you have any ability, you can take it to the sect competition to show." ”

Mo Qingyu's face changed slightly, and he agreed, and turned to leave after saluting.