Mo Ling followed the Taoist to the stage, and the eight leaders on the opposite side also arrived one after another. After the head of the center said the scene, the competition officially began.

How to deal with the eight heads of the Tianzi Pavilion, Mo Ling has no bottom in his heart, so he can only take one step at a time. On the contrary, how to deal with the eight Daoists of Jing Si Yuan, the heads of the sect have long been clear: these seven black-clothed Daoists are not their opponents at all, and the key to this competition is to take down the white-clothed Daoist with a big hat hidden behind them.

As soon as the judge gave the order to start, the eight masters took the lead, bypassing the seven Daoists and heading directly towards the Demon Ling.

Good guy, Tianzi Pavilion's intentions are clearly revealed: this competition is not for anything else, just to find out the magic feather!

The seven Taoists couldn't react, they were exploited by the masters, and they regretted it in their hearts, and it was too late to turn back at this time, because the eight masters had surrounded the Demon Ling in the center, and their fists and legs were together, and they were about to catch the Demon Ling with one move.

Mo Ling snorted, first read the word "slow" in his mouth, and summoned an invisible spiritual pressure around his body, the hands and feet of the eight heads were trapped in it, unable to move for a while, not waiting for everyone to react, and listening to the word "broken" by Mo Ling, the spiritual pressure that trapped the hands and feet "Tom!" exploded, not only shaking the eight heads back a few steps, but also leaving a sore pain on their hands and feet, no matter how they exercised, they couldn't get rid of it.

The eight heads have missed!

The crowd in the audience was stunned for a while, and suddenly broke out into a monstrous shock.

The attack of the eight masters failed, but was repelled by the white-clothed Taoist, only this move, the judgment was made, no wonder everyone was so shocked that they forgot the hustle and bustle.

I don't know where this big hat is sacred!

Not only everyone in the audience, but also the seven Taoists on the stage, the eight masters, and even the Qing Kite and Liu Qishuang in the distance, were all shocked in their hearts, what kind of master can take the sneak attack of the eight top masters in a very short period of time and fight back?

The faces of the repulsed leaders were like ashes, stealing chickens and rice, not only failed to catch the magic feather, but lost face. What made the leaders even more frustrated was that in the battle just now, no one saw through the tricks used by Demon Ling. In other words, the magic feather casts so fast that no one can see it clearly.

In addition to these people, the five people present were in a different state of mind. One of them is Fan Yin, "Mr. is really hidden, and it is also his blessing that Mo Ling can become a close friend with such a master." ”

The other two are Lan brothers and sisters. Lan Zhi said: "I'll just say that we underestimated that adult's methods, and Brother Heng doesn't believe me." Lan Heng was convinced: "I didn't expect that she was not only powerful in her inner family, but also in her outer martial arts, and her martial arts were also unfathomable. ”

There was another person, buried in the depths of the crowd, dressed in a way similar to Mo Ling, "Could that person on the stage be ...... Mr. Mei Yu, sir, she's back to Qinglong City!"

The last person, hiding in the arms of Demon Ling, poked his head out at this time, and said distressedly: "That spiritual talisman was made by you after spending a lot of work, and it was really a waste to use it in vain." ”

"The talisman has been used, and if we go back and make another one, Tianzi Pavilion wants to give us a dismount, then we will return the color. Mo Ling replied.

If a sneak attack is unsuccessful, it will be difficult to have a second time, and the head of Tianzi Pavilion can only show his true skills now and honestly fight the Taoist head-on. The seven Daoists also gathered back around Mo Ling and re-formed their formation to meet the enemy—unlike just now, the Daoists were now greatly more confident, and seemed to see a glimmer of hope for victory.

"I'm tired of all the Taoist friends dragging a head in front of me, and the rest of the head is left to me to deal with. Don't let the other party use the spirit clone, if you really can't stop it, I will help. Demon Ling instructed the Seven Dao people.

The seven Daoists had suffered losses before, and they took this very seriously, and they all pulled out their weapons, and each found the head who had fought with them before.

"I can't help myself!" the faces of the leaders were full of disdain, but they were a little uneasy in their hearts, and they didn't know what it meant for Mo Ling to hide behind and stand still.

The seven Daoists quickly fought with the seven masters, and only the new Red Monkey Masters and Demon Ling were left to look at each other from afar.

"This red monkey head has not yet learned his methods, but I have only heard that he is the most powerful of the eight masters. Mo Ling whispered.

"Defeat him, and the contest will be won. Fu Qin saw Mo Ling's intentions, and asked the seven Daoists to temporarily hold back the seven masters, and he himself found a way to defeat the remaining masters, "Are you sure?"

"It's hard, I don't know how long they can hold on. "Don't worry, I'm here. "Okay. If I can't handle it, I'll give you the burden of the decision. "Wrap it up on me!"

The head of the red monkey watched the movement of the demon feather's lips from a distance, not like Nian Decision to cast a spell, and he was probably muttering something. Looking at the other leaders in a blink of an eye, they have gradually gained the upper hand - the head of the red monkey decided to spend it with the Demon Feather first, and consume the other seven people to win one after another, and then gather the strength of eight people to win the Demon Ling in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, Demon Ling made a preemptive strike, which made the red monkey's abacus fail. I saw that Mo Ling took out two pieces of rune paper from his arms, threw them into the air without looking at them, chanted words in his mouth, and flicked his ten fingers into the air, and soon made a move "The mountain rain is coming and the wind is full of buildings", and then he jumped and flew towards the red monkey with the wind.

"So fast!" I don't know if the red monkey said that the magic feather was casting too fast or moving too fast, but before the red monkey could put on a posture, the magic feather had already stuck to him and swung the "sword" to cut down. The red monkey dodged sideways, but unexpectedly, a blue light flashed, and there was a small "swoop" sound, and a blood gushed out from the arm. The red monkey was shocked and hurriedly used his other hand to block Mo Ling's back sword, but he heard a cracking sound of "hiss", and another bloody wound appeared on his arm.

"What hard arms!" Demon Ling was secretly surprised, his spiritual sword could cut gold and bronze jade, and even cut off the corpse knife, but he could only take advantage of the red monkey's unpreparedness to cut an inch-deep scar on his arm.

The red monkey couldn't tell what kind of weapon the demon Ling was using, but he only knew that this weapon was very powerful, not only did it easily cut through the layer of spiritual protection on the surface of its body, but it also entered the flesh for three points, almost injuring the muscles and bones.

The red monkey didn't have time to think about it, and there was only one thought in his head: escape.

Mo Ling had already prepared, and at the moment when the red monkey turned around, he pulled through the air and covered the red monkey's body. The red monkey was stunned, and he didn't know what he had hit, and for a moment he felt that he couldn't move an inch. Demon Ling rushed up and slashed indiscriminately - since you have rough skin and thick meat, then I can be unscrupulous.

Thick clouds rolled in the sky, thunder was faint, and not a drop of rain had fallen, and the ground was already covered with blood. When everyone in the audience saw this terrifying scene, they felt their hearts pounding and their throats were dry and hoarse. How could the red monkey, who was secretly pushed to be the head of the eight heads, be hung in the air and beaten like a water dog?

"Brother Red Monkey, I'm here to save you!" The other heads couldn't stand it, and they all broke free from the entanglement of the Daoist and rushed to the red monkey's side, Mo Ling swept his eyes sideways, and shouted angrily, "Delusional!" Then he raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and then heard an explosion in the sky, and seven purple thunderbolts fell from the clouds, heading straight for the heads of the seven masters. The seven heads were shocked, and every inch was in chaos, some of them were lucky to escape, but their clothes and hair were not both, and some of them were hard to answer, only to end up vomiting blood and retreating. The seven Daoists took the opportunity to catch up and dragged the head back into the fight again.

Looking at the head of the red monkey again, the huge body had shrunk into a ball at this time, only shivering, scarred all over his body, and there was no intact skin. However, Demon Ling did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and brandished his long sword like crazy, licking the only remaining blood on the red monkey's body.

"Mo Ling, it's almost over!" Fu Qin, who was hiding in his arms, couldn't bear it, "He's already lost!"

But Demon Ling didn't seem to hear at all, and watched as the splatters of blood splattered all over his body, staining his vision red.

"Demon Ling!" Fu Qin was so anxious that he was about to fly out of the jade pendant, "If he cuts it again, he will die!"

"Shut up!" Demon Ling shouted, shocking Fu Qin's heart.

Magic Feather ...... Is this still the same Moling I know...... Fu Qin's mind was blank and he couldn't speak.

Fan Yin in the distance clenched his palms tightly, and kept chanting: "Stop, sir, stop......"

Qing Kite and Liu Qishuang on the side glanced at each other and did not speak to each other.

The original noisy crowd of people fell into a seeping dead silence at this time, and no one thought that the majestic head of the Tianzi Pavilion would end up in such a situation.

Crazy, this white-clothed Taoist is already crazy, and if he continues to fight, he will die.

Then at this time, the head of the red monkey, whose whole body was already blurred with flesh and blood, suddenly roared into the sky, and tore the wild Lan caged on his body with both hands. At this moment, Mo Ling raised his sword and stepped forward, and a sword stabbed into the chest of the Red Monkey Leader.

"Demon Ling!" "Sir!" Fu Qin and Fan Yin shouted at the same time.