"I heard that you defeated my brother-in-law Lei Wenwei with one move, but you are just a first-class martial artist?" Liu Wenyang continued to ask. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Li Molan smiled and said nothing, neither admitting nor denying it.

He slipped off the back of the ox, floated into the room, stood in the middle of the two groups of people in the Famous Sword Villa and the Fumo Mountain, looked at Liu Wenyang, and asked, "How are you going to solve it?"

Liu Wenyang slapped the scabbard, the famous sword white bird instantly unsheathed, silently fell into the palm, these years he and the white bird sword life and death dependence, has already reached a powerful realm of human and sword integration, equivalent to the sword heart transparent and the sword spirit is connected to each other, the heart has a soul, there are very few swordsmen who can achieve this step, but it is not an amazing thing for Li Molan, he will have the dragon like sword on his waist a long time ago, and his mind is connected.

Liu Wenyang said expressionlessly: "Naturally, I want you to die." ”

The corners of Li Molan's mouth turned upwards in an arc, looking like she was a little conceited that she didn't know whether she was alive or dead, and at the same time, the two groups of people from the Famous Sword Villa and Fumo Mountain also leaned back, leaving a large enough space for the two people in the field, these two people shot is tantamount to a fight between the gods, although no one has a clear understanding of the strength of the young man in the green shirt, but being able to defeat Lei Wenwei, the mountain lord of Fumo Mountain, with one blow, is enough to show his strong cultivation, and Liu Wenyang, the white bird sword, is a big swordsman with few opponents in Gusai Prefecture, you can imagine what kind of thunderous battle it will be for a while。

The old green cow drooped his head, his eyelids did not lift, he glanced at Liu Wenyang, he squinted his eyes and dozed off without care, and the famous sword villa who noticed this detail Rui Heng's heart moved, this old green cow is a psychic demon cow, it must be extraordinary, since it doesn't care about the safety of its master, then could it be that things have actually taken a turn for the better?

More people couldn't see these details, their eyes fell on the two people in the field, and most of them showed fanatical looks at Liu Wenyang, as if they had seen a lifelong idol, and even the masters of the Famous Sword Villa showed such a look, as if they admired Liu Wenyang of the White Bird Sword very much.

In terms of appearance, Li Molan, a handsome and elegant bookish boy in a green shirt, naturally looks unfathomable, but since he is facing the White Bird Sword floating back and forth between the eighth and ninth rooms of the Gusai Prefecture Martial Arts Review, it is difficult to gain the favor of others.

Li Molan smiled lightly, and did not pull out the simple long sword in the sandalwood sword box, but turned to the owner of the Famous Sword Villa Zhang Zhuang and asked, "Can you borrow a famous sword from Li Mou and use it?" ”

In his opinion, to deal with Liu Wenyang, there is no need to sacrifice the Beihai Dragon Elephant Sword, so that the sword can be cut into two as soon as the sword comes out, Li Molan has no mortal enmity with him, and for the swordsman, the hatred of folding the sword is no less than the hatred of killing his father and taking his wife, so he did not use the Dragon Elephant Sword, but was ready to borrow a famous sword from Zhang Ruiheng that could be on par with the White Bird Sword.

What's more, killing chickens with a knife is used.

Zhang Ruiheng saw Li Molan's calm expression, and for some reason his heart calmed down, and said loudly: "Engong, my Moyang, if Engong doesn't dislike it, you can use it!"

After that, he pulled out the brilliant long sword in the scabbard at his waist and threw it at Li Molan without the slightest hesitation.

Li Molan turned the sword on the spot in a handsome manner, and looked at it, although it had not yet given birth to a sword spirit, but it was a good sword with the rudimentary form of a divine sword, the sword light was comparable to the snow and green frost, and the hair was broken, and he nodded with satisfaction.

There used to be many famous swords and good swords in the mansion of the Famous Sword Villa, many of which were borrowed by some people in the rivers and lakes, but there were very few who were really willing to return them, most of them were missing, and they were borrowed or not, and this Moyang was the only one of the few famous swords left.

Li Molan, who didn't care about the origin of this sword, held Mo Yang in his hand, turned his head to look at Liu Wenyang, who was condensing the aura with a white bird in one hand and a spiritual energy in the other, and said, "Now you and I can have a good fight." ”

Liu Wenyang was silent, and the aura in his hand formed a white balloon visible to the naked eye, the balloon was the size of a human head, purely condensed with aura, absorbing the surrounding aura, and the strength of the power contained in it was enough to flatten all the ground within a radius of five hundred meters, which could be called the pinnacle of the dragon's eye.

It is not to use the White Bird Sword to attack, but to test it with magic first, obviously Liu Wenyang has completely restrained the contempt in his heart, and even implies a trace of jealousy.

The white balloon actually rolled to the ground and rolled forward, and all the snow on the ground was standing on it, but in a dozen breaths, it was covered with a thick layer of snow outside, and it was already a person high!

Everyone was stunned by the terrifying spell that could only be used in the Dragon's Eye Realm, and they retreated again and again, for fear of being harmed by the pond fish.

Li Molan's face was expressionless, and the famous sword Mo Yang, who felt quite good in his hand, floated in the air, and he was able to use the Divine Soul Sword without any scruples.

"Go. Li Molan said in a low voice.

The Moyang Sword that had just arrived in the hands of the new master and its well-behaved spirit was like an off-string arrow that suddenly exerted its force forward, crashing into the huge snowball that rumbled.

The white spirit balloon in the snowball was broken through a little, and the qi machine burst into the river, and it exploded out of control.

The snowball exploded and exploded!

Countless snow fell like hard blades flying in all directions, if Li Molan dodged sideways, the people of the Famous Sword Villa not far behind him would inevitably suffer!

The Moyang Sword was not in his hand, but Li Molan was fearless, facing the ice and snow that was overwhelmingly carrying the cold wind, drawing a circle with both hands, and the invisible true qi turned into an indestructible wall to intercept all the wind and snow in front of him, but three inches could not be entered.

The Moyang sword suddenly fell into the palm of his hand, trembling slightly, as if he was inviting merit, but it was a pity that Li Molan did not glance at it, but suddenly raised his head and looked at the snow and mist in front of him, and clearly saw that a silver light was rapidly approaching!

Like a poisonous snake showing its fangs, the white bird sword poked out of the snow mist, and a sword went straight to Li Molan's face, Liu Wenyang was born as an assassin after all, and when he was young, he was the minions of the wealthy lords of the family, so he was naturally familiar with the invincible assassination method, although the assassin is not good at facing the ground, but the practice over the years has already allowed him to integrate the assassination method with the frontal swordsmanship, a set of weird swordsmanship can be described as uncannish, and most people will feel unguarded when they face it for the first time.

"Interesting. Li Molan is very interested in this kind of swordsmanship similar to assassination, and his eyes lit up, in the past, many kendo people regarded this kind of swordsmanship as a sideline way for the pursuit of one-hit killing and hiding oneself, and could not ascend to the hall of elegance, but Li Molan, as the descendant of the Beihai Sword Immortal, felt very interesting, and couldn't help but put some water in his hand, and the finger that could have been directly seriously injured by the sword qi could have been ejected and quietly retracted.

He formed a palm in his left hand, slapped the air, and the whole person fell to the right on the spot, almost rubbing the blade of the White Bird Sword to avoid the past.

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(PS: The name of the mountain lord of Fumo Mountain in chapter 277 was written incorrectly, and it has now been corrected in the text (to be continued.) )