The black-clothed man's face changed suddenly, and he raised his sword to take these several spiritual pressures with his divine thoughts, but his body was shocked back a few steps. Seeing that the man in black used his sword to take the move, instead of responding with spiritual power, Mo Ling muttered in his heart: Is it because of the martial arts competition, there are suddenly many foreign masters in Qinglong City.

If simple spiritual pressure can shock the other party back, it means that the mental attainment of the man in black is indeed not high. In the case that the disadvantages of the outer swordsmanship are not obvious, he is far superior to the opponent in the inner family's mental method, and there is no need to continue fighting, and the victory or defeat should be predictable.

But Moling didn't want to stop until he knew the true face of the other party. After making up her mind, Mo Ling quickly took out two pieces of rune paper from her arms, and the sound of the spell in her mouth sounded, and her fingers twisted the rune paper and threw it straight into the air. In an instant, the originally lonely and calm sky suddenly changed, and pieces of dark clouds converged from all directions, and in an instant, they condensed into rolling thick clouds, obscuring the bright moon and stars, and thunder and lightning flashed faintly between the clouds, ready to come out. It wasn't over yet, as the clouds grew thicker and thicker, and the tranquility of the night was torn apart by the sudden blowing of a gale that swirled and soon turned into a roaring and roaring wilderness.

The residents of Qinglong City, who had been awakened from a light dream, pushed open the window and looked at the sudden vision in the sky in surprise, only to feel that a sudden storm was coming.

It only took a few breaths before and after the magic feather cast, and the man in black just stood in place and did not take the opportunity to attack, and the next words of the man in black shocked the magic feather.

"It's a good trick for the mountain rain to come and the wind is full of buildings," the man in black clapped his hands and praised, "I heard before that in addition to the secret method of the four natures of feng shui, earth and fire, there is also a secret method of thunder, but I have never been able to see it with my own eyes, and today it can be regarded as an eye-opener." ”

"It's not too late to sigh after I take this trick. Mo Ling suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and said.

"If I want to fight with you, I'm afraid I can't fight you. The man in black confessed, "But if I use all my strength, your invisible sword may not be able to stop it." ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" "Who said they were going to fight you." The man in black turned around and jumped, wanting to escape, but Mo Ling naturally refused to let go, and with a wave of his big hand, he covered the man, and the man in black suddenly felt that his body was slow and his steps were difficult. Out of nowhere, Mo Ling pulled out a large net woven by spiritual power and put it on the head of the man in black - as long as he was caught in this net, the man in black should not be able to escape even if he wanted to.

Unexpectedly, the man in black was already alert to this, and immediately swung his sword and slashed at the top of his head, smashing the spiritual power net. This familiar scene, Mo Ling has encountered it for the second time.

The carefully beaten abacus fell through, and Mo Ling was shocked and hated in his heart, knowing that he couldn't keep the man in black anymore, he couldn't help but raise his sword to chase after him. The man in black snorted coldly, struggled to break free from the wild land, and disappeared into the endless night after a few consecutive dodges.

"......" Demon Ling stood alone under the lonely night sky, listening to the sound of the wind in the air, watching the dark clouds dissipate and the bright moon returned, all kinds of helplessness turned into a long sigh, floated into the air and met the broken rune paper unexpectedly, and fell to the ground together.

Just when Mo Ling was about to leave, a thin piece of paper floated in the distance, and Mo Ling reached out and brought it, and there were only a few fine words on it: The tree is big and the wind is blowing, and Mr. is careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

This man in black, who is sacred?