There was nowhere to borrow strength in the air, and when Mo Qingge's figure fell like a floating feather, he didn't forget to beat Han Wancheng, the water dog, only to see his big sleeves swing, and the five fingers caged in the sleeves flipped like flying, and the strong horizontal fingers that were as fast as the wind and as sharp as lightning shot out of the air.

"Woo Woo ......"

The air was screaming and unstoppable.

Han Wan, whose figure had just fallen into the water, stepped down and stepped on it, and took advantage of the situation to introduce the residual energy in his body into the lake, causing the lake to explode one after another, before he stabilized his body, but he saw that the sharp fingers were intertwined, like a net covering the heavens and the earth, his eyes suddenly sank, and his left fist was lucky, waving in front of him.

"Puff puff ......"

A muffled sound sounded, and several deep blood holes appeared in Han Wancheng's right shoulder, lower abdomen, thigh, and other places, and several deep blood holes appeared, and the red blood gushed out from them, and it couldn't be stopped.

The piercing pain came from all over his body, Han Wancheng couldn't help but snort a few times, just as he was subjected to the impact of the majestic strength like the sea, not only the bones of his right arm were shattered, but his internal organs were also severely damaged, so in a hurry, he could only lift two or three points of true power, and failed to block all the fierce fingers that shot at him.

Standing on a piece of broken wood, Han Wan's eyes widened, looking at Mo Qingge, who was attacking through the air like a bird, and immediately gathered enough strength to meet the attack angrily.

With a light smile, Mo Qingge was dressed in white, like a butterfly among the flowers, a bird in the mountains, his body was extremely smart, he brought up the remnants of the Dao, raised his fists and claws, and attacked Han Wancheng with a fierce attack.

Facing the enemy with one arm, but in a moment, Han Wancheng hit several more moves, and his injuries became more and more serious, and when he was about to fight to the death, the remnants of the Dao in front of him suddenly dissolved, and even Mo Qingge's figure disappeared.

What about people?

Han Wancheng looked around, but did not find Mo Qingge's figure, at this moment, an invisible pressure came from the top, Mo Qingge looked up, only to see that Mo Qingge had swept above his head at some point, and was now raising his palms towards him in the posture of his head and feet.

This palm that fell from the sky seemed to be extremely subtle, up and down, the void in all directions, under this palm, all began to shrink rapidly, the vast heaven and earth turned into a drop in the ocean, and the white-clothed figure that originally fell straight down became more and more blurred, as if retreating from the heaven and the earth to the outside of the heaven and the earth, and disappeared between the sea of clouds.

Such an absurd and strange scene, but the feeling that gives people is so real, the palm power is not obvious, only the palm power that contains heaven and earth, at this moment, Han Wancheng feels that he is not dealing with one person, but the entire heaven and earth.

The shadow of death gradually spread over his heart, Han Wancheng was both shocked and angry, he couldn't help but roar, his left fist suddenly burst out, like a scorched thunder explosion on the ground, the air rolled and exploded, and the surrounding space showed a hazy and distorted feeling, and the fierce fist power spread like a hurricane, filling the void and lingering.

Fist and palm.

With Han Wancheng as the center, the surface of the lake formed a huge semi-circular concave, and the waves of the water were agitated and discharged, even shaking the boats where other people were standing.

When everyone's attention involuntarily diverted a trace to this, Han Wancheng's left arm suddenly made a continuous explosion, and his body sank into the lake at once, and Mo Qingge's figure also plunged into the water.

After about ten breaths, a slender and white figure broke through the water and flew into the air, Mo Qingge swept the figure in the field, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said leisurely: "Han Wancheng is dead, you are still not restrained, how long do you want to resist?"

Mo Qingge's words were clear and elegant, as if he was leaving, as if he was coming from outside the sky, and it seemed to sound in his heart, with a strange and indescribable magic, which involved and attracted the minds of the remaining four Han family disciples, causing his thoughts to fall into a dead end, leaving only the thought of "the head of the family is dead" hovering and echoing in his mind.

The clay sculpture and wood carving also stood in place, and the four Han family disciples looked dull, ignoring the sharp blades that were chopped over, and they were hit one after another, planted in the lake, and the blood stained a large area of water.

Han Qianchuan's cultivation was far superior to the four Han family disciples, and after a slight trance, he immediately woke up, stepped on strange steps, and his figure flashed wildly, even if so, he was still half a beat slower, and his arm was cut by Wang Mang's scimitar.

After failing to make a knife, Wang Mang looked calm, turned the scimitar in his hand, brought up the cold knife light, and once again erased Han Qianchuan's neck with a tricky and mysterious trajectory.

Forcibly enduring the pain in his arm, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Han Qianchuan's eyes, ignoring Wang Mang's throat stab, and with a "snap", the gilded folding fans in his hands suddenly joined together, and pierced Wang Mang's heart as quickly as electricity.

Wang Mang naturally didn't want to exchange his life with Han Qianchuan, and he died together, and his expression moved, and the cross-cutting scimitar turned halfway through, and changed to a downward stroke, opening the gilded folding fan that pierced his heart.

"Ding!", Wang Mang was shocked by the strength of the gilded folding fan and took three steps back, Han Qianchuan smiled proudly, flew backwards with the help of his strength, and stepped lightly on the surface of the lake like a dragonfly, his body turned in the air, and flew towards the shore like a ghost.

"Wang Mang, you traitor, and that little bastard, you remember it to Young Master Ben, one day, Young Master Ben will come back to you to settle today's account. ”

As early as the moment when his father was defeated and died, Han Qianchuan had already retreated in his heart, as the so-called staying in the green mountains, not worrying about no firewood, but he did not return to the Han family and trapped the city of sorrow, but prepared to go to the Valley of Paradise in southern Xinjiang, he also has a master of the Yang God Realm in the Valley of Happiness, just say that if he moves, he will be able to avenge his father's hatred today.

It seems that no matter how people in that world are, they all have the common urine nature of saying ruthless words if they can't beat them!

Secretly sighed in his heart, Mo Qingge lifted his breath and lightened his body, and chased through the air like an electric sword, the truth of cutting grass and eradicating roots does not need to be repeated by others, Lao Tzu has been killed, how can his son let it go? .

Han Qianchuan's ghostly body technique is certainly mysterious, but it is longer than a square inch to dodge, but it is far inferior to Mo Qingge in a straight line, so in just a few breaths, he has been caught up by Mo Qingge later.

"Won't Han Gongzi stay to accompany Ling Zun, where are you going?"

With a long laugh, Mo Qingge's sleeves crossed and swept out, like a cloud hanging from the sky, pulling the air currents in all directions, converging into a whirlpool of wind.

Han Qianchuan, who was flying and fast, only felt the strong wind in front of him, and in the next moment, he was already caught in the cold storm, surrounded by sharp and small energy, and it was difficult to get out for a while, and his heart suddenly sank.

He was more than 20 zhang away from Mo Qingge, and he asked himself if he was not weak, and he took another step ahead, how could he have imagined that he would be caught up and stopped by him in just a few breaths, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and at the same time, he also understood that he was afraid that he would not escape today.

Turning around, Han Qianchuan looked at Mo Qingge with resentful eyes, the purple-red glow from his eyes was almost condensed like substance, and a purple-red slender blood line appeared on his pale as paper, terrifying as a demon, such a vision, it was obvious that he had transferred the Bliss Valley Demon Skill he had learned to the extreme.

"Little bastard, you're forcing a tiger to jump over the wall!"

His face was distorted and hideous, Han Qianchuan ignored the strong wind like a knife cutting his face, and let his robe be chewed by him, tearing countless subtle wounds on his body, only turning the flesh and blood essence of his whole body upside down, and pouring it into the gilded folding fan continuously.

As the flesh and blood essence qi passed, in the blink of an eye, Han Qianchuan was transformed from a handsome son into a skeleton, and the gilded folding fan in his hand was completely wrapped in a dark red blood qi, which squirmed and expanded, exuding an extremely terrifying ferocity and a disgusting fishy smell.

The gilded folding fan unfolded, and a blood-colored flower blooming on the bank of the Yellow Spring bloomed instantly, and where it passed, even the strong wind corroded it, making a "snort" sound and wafting a faint white smoke.

Different from the false move against Wang Mang, this time, Han Qianchuan really planned to fight for his life!

"Han Gongzi's skills are poor! Your trick is a hundred flowers after my flowers bloom, I have already seen it in the next, I failed to get it last time, and this time it will not work either!"

Mo Qingge shook his head and laughed, as if he didn't think much of Han Qianchuan's all-out blow of risking his life and dying with the enemy, the wide cloud sleeves rolled up in the air, and in an instant, the heaven and the earth were like returning to the cold winter wax moon, and the cold and killing Sen Han fingers poked out his sleeves, and the white figure and Han Qianchuan's figure staggered.

The blood-colored flowers on the other side had just bloomed, but they had withered in the blink of an eye, and the cold wind escaped, and the icing sound of "click" suddenly continued to sound.

The surface of the lake is covered with a layer of crystal thin ice!

Mo Qingge stepped on the thin ice, turned around slowly, and Han Qianchuan, who was on the other hand, still maintained a posture of making moves, and the next moment, the position of his chest suddenly exploded, splashing a cloud of blood mist, and the thin body shaped like a skeleton trembled and shook twice, and then fell into the lake and went with his father.

At this time, Wang Mang had also flown over, looked at Mo Qingge with awe, turned the handle of the knife, and bowed like Mo Qingge: "Villain Wang Mang, I have seen Mo Gongzi." ”

In the world where this "chivalry is forbidden by martial arts" is vividly interpreted, any strong person is worthy of respect, Wang Mang saw that Han Qianchuan, who had been fighting with him for a long time, was defeated in Mo Qingsing's next move, plus the aftermath of killing Han Wancheng, for this mysterious young man wearing a mask, Wang Mang already had a sense of awe in his heart.

"What's the matter?" Mo Qingge asked lightly.

Wang Mang only felt that two gazes like essence shone through the mask and on his body, and suddenly gave birth to a subtle feeling that all the secrets on his body were understood by him, and his muscles tensed unconsciously, and the sense of awe in his heart was even greater.

Holding a scimitar in his right hand, he reached into his arms with his left hand and took out a thread-bound ancient book, which Wang Mang respectfully presented.

"This is the shopkeeper Jia asked the villain to transfer to you on behalf of Mr. Mo. ”

Mo Qingge's mind moved, his five fingers were buckled, and he took the ancient book in the air, copied it in his hand and looked at it, and what caught his eye was the four big characters of "Shaking the World Boxing Sutra", turning over the old pages, Mo Qingge took a rough tour, and then reflected his one-sided understanding of this set of boxing techniques when he fought with Han Wancheng, and the mental formula recorded on it.

After a while, Mo Qingge, who confirmed that it was correct, closed the cheats, rolled them up and put them in his sleeve, and said lightly: "You go back and tell Jia Huo that what Mo promised him is done, and this book of regretful boxing is not taken in vain." ”

"Mo Gongzi's words, the villain remembers them, and he will answer them truthfully for you!" Wang Mang replied respectfully.

Mo Qingge smiled, carried the sun's true qi to evaporate and dry the water on his body, and then the rabbit rose and fell, and after a few dragonflies dotted the water, he returned to the flower boat.

In the flower boat, Mu Yunyan, who was sitting upright, saw Mo Qingge come in, and her pretty face bloomed with a sweet smile, and said, "Seeing that Mo Gongzi came back unscathed, Yunyan was relieved." ”

Mo Qingge sat down opposite him and said with a smile: "Yunyan's tune is really effective, and together with the sound of the qin, the skill under it will more than double, otherwise it would not have won so quickly, let alone come back intact." ”

When Mu Yunyan heard this, a pair of soft and charming eyes that seemed to be full of autumn water turned on Mo Qingge's body, and he seemed to smile and said: "Mo Gongzi picked up some good words, is he flattering Yunyan?"

Mo Qingge took off the mask on his face, poured himself a glass of wine, looked at the amber liquor in the glass, and said leisurely: "If the words from the bottom of his heart can be regarded as flattery, then Yunyan should be flattering you, but compared to flattery, I think the word flattering is more appropriate." ”

Mu Yunyan glanced at him charmingly, and said coquettishly: "If it weren't for the kindness of the shopkeeper Jia, Yunyan wouldn't have said more to you, the guy who smeared honey on his mouth......"

Mo Qingge raised his eyebrows and said curiously: "Why is this?

Mu Yunyan shook gently, Bai Nenyu's finger lightly touched the strings, and said in a quiet tone: "Son, you are too likable, the teacher who once taught Yunyan Qin music said that a man's sweet words are arsenic wrapped in sugar, and after a short period of sweetness, it must be the pain of liver and intestines, so I can't believe it the most." ”

Mo Qingge sighed lightly and said helplessly: "Then your teacher must have been deceived by a man's sweet words, so he would have such an extreme idea, this stick is down, good men, bad men have let her beat to death." ”

Mu Yunyan squinted and smiled: "But there are always more bad men than good men in this world, my teacher said, this is called killing mistakes, don't let it go." ”

Mo Qingge smiled, looked through the window, looked at the rippling lake, and said abruptly: "I'm going to leave Hanjiang City tomorrow, and I don't know if he will have the opportunity to meet Yunyan again in the future, I also know that Yunyan doesn't like yellow and white vulgar things, think about it, or give Yunyan you a roll of music as a parting gift." ”

Mu Yunyan lowered his eyebrows, looked at the seven-stringed phoenix tail piano on the table, and a soft voice came lightly: "Oh? I can let Mo Gongzi use it as a parting gift, it should be very extraordinary, I don't know if it is the music score made by that everyone?"

Mo Qingge touched his nose, and said shamelessly: "It's not everyone who composes the music, it's just a mere one, the name of the song is called ......."

"Laughing proudly!"