Ning Yue turned her head indifferently, and on the isolated boulder behind her, two figures, one blue and one purple, stood with their swords in their hands. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the woman's flower and moon appearance, but the man is a roe eyebrow mouse. The two figures just stood together and looked so funny.

But Ning Yue didn't smile, no matter how ugly the master looked, once the grandmaster's temperament unfolded, it would be a dazzling demeanor. And the two people in front of him are definitely the top masters in Shuzhou.

"Yes...... It's Qingcheng Mocang and his wife...... Hahaha...... Ning Yue, you have done a lot of evil, and you are finally going to be retributed! Qingcheng Mocang, Tsing Yi and Black Sword, tried the sword in the world, and did not taste defeat. Even if you are cruel and murderous, you will not be able to resist the Huanghuang righteous path after all, Ning Yue, you can be captured!"

The martial arts heroes who fell to the ground shouted with joy, Ning Yue's martial arts were just not in the stream, and Mo Cang and his wife could kill Ning Yue with a wave of their hands. Ning Yue didn't pay any attention to the dryness of the tongue underground, and looked at the two people in front of her with a calm face, pretending to be motionless.

"Whew-" A gust of wind sounded, and crisp coquettish voices came one after another. The dazzling moment will be, and the vision in front of you will freeze again. Dozens of Emei sect disciples stopped Ning Yue with long swords in their hands. All the white clothes are better than the snow, and the flowers and the moon are all the same.

If it weren't for the long sword in front of him, Ning Yue's bearing and demeanor should be the most suitable for the Emei disciples. If there is no scene in front of him, he may be mistaken for Ning Yue as a young talent in Emei.

The sharp edges pointed at Ning Yue from afar, but Ning Yue couldn't feel the killing intent coming from beside her. Raising his head suspiciously, he swept over the group of Emei disciples who surrounded him in the middle with a smile, and his heart was a little clear for a moment.

No wonder some people say that three points are destined, seven points depend on hard work, and the remaining ninety points depend on appearance. It turns out that appearance is not only important in the previous life, but also so effective in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes. No wonder the reputation of the four sons of Jiangnan will be so loud in the martial arts of Kyushu, and the four young talents with different personalities but all of them are outstanding, even if their martial arts are not the best, they will be praised to the sky.

Swept by Ning Yue's gaze, all the Emei disciples turned crimson one after another, and several of them lowered their heads shyly with trembling tips. They have been included in Emei since childhood, and the male and female disciples of Emei are separated from the mountain gate. Unless there are elite disciples like Emei Sijian or other elite disciples who have the opportunity to enter the mountain of female disciples, as for ordinary disciples, it is estimated that they have not seen a few times when they are so old.

Like the girls who have been practicing martial arts since they were children but are used to hearing the stories of heroes' children, where have they seen a young man with such a compelling demeanor as Ning Yue. It was Emei who was undying with Ning Yue, but the Emei disciples did not have a deep hatred for Ning Yue, and the moment they saw Ning Yue, they had already been shaken in their hearts by Ning Yue's flower thieves who killed people without blinking.

"Uh-huh!" A cold snort woke up a group of Emei disciples, and Duan Qingxuan, the senior sister of Mo Cang's wife, the head of the Emei faction, snorted coldly with a gloomy face. The Emei disciple suddenly became distracted, and once again pretended to be fierce and stared at Ning Yue, his momentum surging, firmly locking Ning Yue's big acupoints around his body.

Mo Cang's eyes flashed with a hint of resentment, but he still tried his best to maintain his master's demeanor. Holding the sword in his arms, he turned around coldly and walked towards Ning Yue step by step.

Because of his appearance, he was ridiculed from the moment he debuted in martial arts. No matter which woman you like, you will be laughed at as a toad who wants to eat swan meat. Those good-looking young heroes of the same period are obviously inferior to themselves in everything, but they can be recited by others with the girl they have admired for a long time.

Senior sister, junior sister, and those chivalrous girls who have experienced the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes together. They will never look at themselves squarely, and they will always have only those who are personable and extraordinary.

Mo Cang worked hard and despaired, so he turned his jealousy of his handsome appearance into motivation, and every lonely night, he used the time spent by others to cultivate hard. Finally, his martial arts are getting higher and higher, and finally, he has become the top master of the young generation, and finally, he has entered Emei's field of vision.

Mo Cang used facts to tell everyone in the world that in the rivers and lakes, only martial arts are fundamental. He married the Emei woman who used to be able to only look at the moon at night and dream. With the support of the Emei faction, he sat in the position of head of Qingcheng. Those women who once looked down on themselves can now only wag their tails and beg for mercy in front of their eyes.

And when he saw that Ning Yue had attracted the hearts of a group of Emei disciples, he vaguely seemed to have returned to twenty-five years ago, and vaguely remembered his experience of being snubbed and ridiculed back then. Endless jealousy rose, as if his woman was being snatched of love.

"Are you Ning Yue?" Mo Cang came indifferently to Ning Yue's body three zhang away. With a slight wave of his hand, the Emei disciples surrounding Ning Yue spread out into a fan shape to block the way down the mountain.

"Why do you knowingly?" Ning Yue smiled faintly, and that smile was like a thorn in Mo Cang's eyes.

"I will allow you to kill yourself!" Mo Cang raised his eyelids, looked at Ning Yue's eyes indifferently and said slowly.

Ning Yue was slightly stunned, and looked at Mo Cang in front of her in astonishment, "Where did Mr. Mo get his confidence?"

"Hahaha......" Mo Cang looked up to the sky and smiled, "There used to be many people who thought they were young heroes and looked up to themselves very arrogant and arrogant to the world, guess what happened to them? Most of them died, and the rest never heard their voices on the rivers and lakes again." And you're the one who died—"

"Hum-" Suddenly, the long sword in Mo Cang's arms trembled violently, and the powerful momentum spread out like the aftermath of the explosion. The clouds in the sky suddenly converged, and in an instant, the whole heaven and earth became extremely gloomy.

The long sword slowly rose, revealing the pitch-black blade inside, "It's still too late to kill yourself, and when my sword is unsheathed, it's not so easy for you to die-"

Ning Yue still had an indifferent smile on her face, and the internal force in her body was running wildly in an instant, like a surging sea. The moment the momentum emerged, the strength was already rapidly converging at the fingertips.

It was as if a little starlight appeared in the sky, and at the moment when Mo Cang was stunned, the immeasurable tribulation finger had already been pointed out. The scorching finger force seemed to have crossed time, and it suddenly came out in front of Mo Cang's eyes. Before he had time to think about it, Mo Cang hurriedly raised his sword in front of him.

"Boom-" The finger force exploded, penetrating Mo Cang's momentum, and exploded on his black sword, exploding an earth-shattering flat thunder. The clouds in the sky trembled in an instant, and Ning Yue's rising momentum was like an optimus pillar that went straight to the starry sky. The moment the clouds shattered, a divine soul phantom stood proudly like a god and a demon.

Ning Yue's attack was so sudden that Mo Cang was caught off guard and was forced to retreat by a finger, and he retreated several steps in a row before he stabilized his figure. Before he could raise his angry expression, a sound that resounded through the world made him feel terrible again.

The colorful sword spirit of the qin heart fell from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the top of Mo Cang's head. At this moment, Mo Cang, how can he still have time to take care of his master's demeanor. Hurriedly drew his long sword, and slashed at the sword qi in the sky with both swords.

"Boom-" A white light lit up, and the heavens and the earth were eclipsed in an instant. Ning Yue struck with all his strength against a sword qi in Mo Cang's panic, and the victory or defeat was already sealed before it was launched.

Mo Cang's sword qi shattered like crystal, and the colorful qin heart sword spirit slammed into the top of Mo Cang's head with no indomitable progress. The expression on Mo Cang's face finally froze, and his violently opened eyes were full of fear and panic.

Although he had long known that Ning Yue's martial arts were extremely high, although he had long known that Ning Yue was also a master of the unity of heaven and man. But Mo Cang still couldn't believe that Ning Yue's martial arts would be so high, and he couldn't believe that although Ning Yue had just stepped into the unity of heaven and man, his realm was so stable.

The colorful sword qi came to the top of his head in an instant, but Mo Cang was no longer able to send out a sword to stop this nirvana. Strong unwillingness and deep regret tore Mo Cang's heart, if he didn't take it lightly, if he didn't underestimate the enemy, why would he have lost so badly?

"Snort-" A sword aura suddenly crossed the air, stopping Ning Yue's sword qi in time at the moment when the sword spirit in the heart of the qin was about to fall.

"Boom-" The air waves flew and the rocks shot out. In an instant, smoke and dust filled everyone's field of vision. A cyan figure flew upside down, fiercely towards the end of the cliff.

Suddenly, a figure that wrapped Mo Cang and flew away violently pulled back to Duan Qingxuan's side.

"Are you alright?" the voice was extremely cold, although it was a concerned inquiry, but no one could hear the concern. It seems that it was not her husband who almost died just now, but a stranger who was saved casually.

"It's okay-" Mo Cang's face was gloomy as water, and his face was red from what he had just said. The smoke and dust seemed to be sucked up by an invisible range hood in the sky. In the blink of an eye, the eyes are clear. Ning Yue gently fanned the folding fan, still so impressive.

Looking at Mo Cang not far away with a smile on his face, an evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Mr. Mo, what did you say just now?" I didn't seem to hear clearly......

"You—" The anger in Mo Cang's chest turned into hot magma burning in his chest, and the eyes around him seemed to laugh at his inadequacy. And the female disciples of Emei had already stared at Ning Yue in the wind with round eyes.

Mo Cang is a real master of the unity of heaven and man, in the land of Shuzhou, except for his own head who dares to say that he is sure to defeat him, the other masters can only resist him with a draw. And what did they see? A young master about their age could defeat him in two moves? Such an astonishing talent was so brilliant that they had never seen it, or even heard it.

"Husband, don't talk nonsense with him, the head of the house has an order, be sure to kill this person. We don't need to settle the rules with him, you and I will join forces to fight quickly!" Duan Qingxuan said indifferently, but his tone was commanding.

"Even you think I'm not his opponent?" Mo Cang's face turned dark and he asked coldly.

"This is the order of the senior sister of the master, husband, do you want to disobey?" Duan Qingxuan turned his face coldly, and his eyes pierced Mo Cang's eyes like lightning.

Mo Cang clenched his fists inadvertently, his body trembled slightly imperceptibly, but the anger in his eyes quietly extinguished as if he had encountered cold ice. The figure was slightly gloomy, and he turned around silently, "Madame is right, everyone who picks flowers and thieves will be punished, and there is no need to talk to him about the rules of the rivers and lakes......"

"Tut-tut...... This wife is strict...... It's too serious, isn't it?" Ning Yue chuckled and put away the folding fan, "Qianduxue is not so majestic in front of me, Mr. Mo, I really sympathize with you, you have been very aggrieved all these years, right?"

"Shut up-" Mo Cang's anger was ignited in an instant, and a sword crossed the air, and a sharp sword qi appeared in an instant, slashing down at the top of Ning Yue's head.