Between the lightning and flint, Kurong Zen Master was seriously injured and dying, his life hung by a thread, and the three senior monks of Tianlong Temple fell on the spot, Mo Qingge was like a thunderbolt and thunderbolt-like killer, not only did not let a group of people retreat, but aroused their anger and blood, and pushed the fierce battle situation to a higher peak. [with _ dream]ā

The air crackled and exploded, and a warrior monk of Tianlong Temple saw the tragic death of the senior monk in the temple, and he couldn't help but burst into tears, and he was furious, and the two copper sticks in his hand rolled up a gust of evil wind, and swept straight towards the top of Mo Qingge's head!

With a cold snort, Mo Qingge raised his palm and split the copper stick in the hand of the warrior monk of Tianlong Temple, and the crystal right hand of Yuhui reached out, pressed lightly on the other party's smooth bald head, and directly pressed his head into the chest.

After taking the enemy's life with one blow, Mo Qingge shook sideways, and narrowly avoided the judge's pen that pointed at the jade pillow point on the back of his head, his eyes flashed, and his palm power was hidden but not revealed, and his backhand was imprinted on the middle-aged scribe who was holding the judge's pen.

The middle-aged scribe spilled blood from his mouth and nose, snorted, and threw his body obliquely out, landing in the crowd, smashing several good hands to the ground!

"Knock Knock ......"

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the body of the middle-aged scribe, like a hammer drum, and at the moment when the sound came, the middle-aged scribe's body began to expand abnormally, and finally with a "boom", it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

In the carriage, Mu Wanqing hugged Ah Bao, looked through the curtain, observed the situation outside, only to see all kinds of figures flickering incessantly, and the sound of "crackling" breaking through the air was endless, followed by wind and rain.

The wind is a bloody wind, and the rain is a bloody rain!

The air was thick and viscous with blood!

The creepy wailing and screaming had never stopped since it sounded, and Mu Wanqing really couldn't imagine how tragic the battle situation outside was!

"Mo Lang's martial arts are so high, there shouldn't be anything. ”

Mu Wanqing whispered softly in self-comfort, her beautiful face was full of worry, she suddenly felt that her martial arts were too low, and it might be enough to walk the rivers and lakes, but in such a sinister situation, she could only sit here, which was not what she wanted.

If Gu Mozhi knew Mu Wanqing's worries, he would definitely shake his head and laugh, the martial arts of the person who planted a ban on him and made him respect and fear, hate and fear is not only high?

At first, Gu Mozhi was also very worried, after all, two fists are difficult to defeat four hands, and a good man can't stand a lot of people, but now, he knows that those worries are completely superfluous, and anyone who bullies the carriage, even if he doesn't die, he can't escape the fate of being seriously injured and dying!

So far, no one has been able to cross the thunder pool by half a step!

Sizzle......

The air was like a cloth, easily opened by a lancet filled with true strength, which was both fast and fast, and slashed at Mo Qingge in a strange arc.

The black hair on his head was blown wildly by the overflowing knife wind, Mo Qingge's eyebrows and eyes narrowed, and the two white and slender fingers were like a stroke of genius, although they didn't know where they came from, but they flashed out when they should have appeared, sandwiching the cold blade between the two fingers.

The usual invincible killing move was frustrated, and the swordsman couldn't help but let out a gloomy snort, twisting the handle of the knife, and was about to sring off Mo Qingge's fingers, but before he could make a move, a cold and fierce energy had already come from the knife, and it rushed into his body brutally, destroying his true qi and scattering it, and then penetrating his internal organs.

This swordsman, who was originally famous in Yunnan martial arts, had bulging eyes, blood spurted from his mouth, and he immediately fell to the ground!

Grabbing the knife in his hand, Mo Qingge did not drag the mud and water, and with a flick of his long sleeves, he suddenly took out the knife.

The first knife is bent like the soft eyebrows of a stunning beauty; the second knife is poignant, like the afterglow of the sunset in the sky; the third knife trickles and flows, just like a clear spring flowing out; the fourth knife, the shadow of the knife is swaying, like a bamboo leaf swaying in the wind......

Mo Qingge has never learned knife techniques, but that doesn't mean he can't!

The poet immortal Li Bai was interested, and the quatrains of the good poems were catchy, and if he wanted to perform the knife technique, he didn't need any knife scores, just a movement in his mind.

The inspiration is not to be encountered, but to be met and sought, the bits and pieces of life are ordinary, the magnificence of nature, for Mo Qingge, are all inspiration!

Bathing in the spring breeze in his leisure time and watching the slanting sun can give him different delicate feelings, including the beautiful eyebrows of the beautiful woman in his arms that are curved like the moon and the fragrant lips that are as bright as roses, which can also bring him extraordinary inspiration in martial arts.

This is the first time Mo Qingge has used his knife technique, there is no wonderful and wonderful knife move, but even if it is a plain oblique slash and vertical slash, it can also bloom with infinite elegance in his hands, which is like everyone splashing ink and swaying, and a few strokes outline a hand-me-down work with a long artistic conception, so as to show his true skills!

The snow bright knife light spreads out, spreads and rolls, and the knife qi envelops the land within a radius of several feet, and every knife will be cut down, which will be accompanied by a person's death on the spot.

Scarlet Grace!

With a clear roar in the sky, the blade between Mo Qingge's palms turned again, and the slender jade hand that was as gentle as a twenty-eight virgin brushed the thick neck of a long-bearded man in front of him, and a narrow blood mark slowly appeared on his neck, gradually spreading, and blood overflowed.

Strangely, the long-bearded man was smiling when he was dying, as if he was not greeted by death, but by a beautiful dream.

"The thief is going to be fierce and rampant, and eat my sword!"

The sword qi roared, breaking through the void, the aggressive edge was imminent, Mo Qingge raised his eyebrows and looked, but it was Duan Zhengming, Duan Zhengchun and the crowd killed!

The sneak attack is still talking nonsense, it is really a child who cannot be taught! Rotten wood cannot be carved!

Mo Qingge secretly rolled his eyes in his heart, and the lancet swayed out carelessly.

After the knife came out, the blade became lighter and lighter, and it had completely disappeared halfway through, as if it had completely dissolved in its hands, turning into a gust of wind, soft but not like a sharp knife wind, the wind passed without a trace, and the knife took life!

One by one, the good hands that came with Duan Zhengming were like birds with broken wings, falling from the sky and falling to the ground!

Duan Zhengchun and Duan Zhengming were pale, drenched in cold sweat, and their figures were busy going back, compared to those who didn't know how to die, the two of them clearly felt the ubiquitous knife wind.

When the sword wind swept past the two of them, they somehow separated from them and made a detour, which allowed them to survive, if it were not for this, I am afraid that the two of them would have already become one of the many corpses on the ground.

What a terrible sword technique, what a terrifying martial arts!

Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun, who were born after the catastrophe, hissed, gasped, and turned their heads in unison, looking at each other, but they were shocked by each other!

Mo Qingge didn't know the horror in the hearts of the two, right now he was ethereal, he used a knife at will, harvested his life, every time he fought, he could stimulate his potential strength, and inspiration was bursting out in his mind all the time, and he would make new moves in the battle.

The reason why he kept his hand was also to guess the identity of the purple-robed middle-aged man next to Duan Zhengming, if he didn't guess wrong, this person was the "Dali Cannon King" Duan Zhengchun, who was all over the world and was responsible for no one, and he was also his "cheap father-in-law"!

If it weren't for that, his knife would have been enough to take Duan Zhengchun's life.

After swinging the knife again and killing a person, Mo Qingge lowered his eyes and looked at the cracked lancet in his hand that could not withstand his true qi infusion, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and then with a shake of his wrist, the blade instantly shattered, turning into a Dao cold star that shot out of the sky.

Each piece of the blade has a long light mark, like a peacock with the screen open, and the response to this stunning beauty is indeed a scream.

I saw the rows of soldiers who had just rushed to the carriage fell into a piece like wheat under the debris.

In the blink of an eye, dozens more people were killed!

eg. Today I went to the city with my classmates to apply for a job, and I came back a little late, so the update was also a little late, and there was only one chapter, so I was a little sorry for everyone, and when I was free, the laity must make up for the debt, and I must make up for it......