There was a hint of mockery at the corner of Jun Ling's mouth, with the particularity of the Immortal Sword Technique, he could vaguely perceive the cultivation of the Mo Clan's youth, roughly in the middle of the eighth stage of the day after tomorrow, the eighth stage of the day after tomorrow is also very rare among the three major families in Xiangcheng, as far as the Jun family is concerned, the masters of the eighth stage of the day after tomorrow can be counted with both hands.

This Mo clan youth should also be extremely outstanding in the Mo family, and his cultivation is not much better than that of his eldest brother Jun Hao, they are all supreme geniuses, and an acquired eighth-stage master who is not yet thirty years old is not a genius.

Although Jun Ling Xiuwei was only the seventh stage of the day after tomorrow, he had a lot of means, and it was not a problem to defeat the Mo clan youth at all, and the Mo clan youth's provocation against him and that kind of faint look down made him extremely unhappy.

"Okay, I'll fight you. Jun Ling took a few steps forward, his eyes were full of battle intent, this battle intent was extremely powerful, and the long clothes on his body were sneered at by this war intent.

The Mo clan young man's eyes narrowed, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed away, and he sneered: "Okay, let me see if you have the strength to fight me, but boy, if you don't have the strength, it's better not to be strong, otherwise you will bear the consequences." ”

Jun Ling didn't speak, still looked at the Mo youth indifferently, at this time, the eyes of the Mo youth in the ring changed from looking down to annoyance, hum, pretend, it's better for someone who pretends to be forced like this to trample him under his feet and trample on him fiercely, otherwise he really thinks that he is invincible in the world.

The Mo clan youth has also seen a lot of such people, and he has a hundred ways to trick him, and the Mo clan youth's eyes flashed coldly.

Jun Ling felt the cold gaze of the Mo youth, his eyes were cold, the sword in his hand shot forward, the sword light flashed, and the long sword slashed through a black light, heading straight towards the Mo youth.

At the same time, Jun Ling performed light skills and jumped three times in mid-air, and finally drove to the ring.

In the ring, the Mo youth obviously didn't expect that Jun Ling had not come up yet, the attack had already arrived, the dark long sword flashed a faint cold light, and the lightning and flint had come to the Mo youth, the Mo youth was furious, and raised his fist and blasted towards the cold ice sword.

Dingding

With two crisp sounds, the Cold Ice Sword was blasted back by several punches from the Mo Clan youth, and he himself retreated again and again, and the scene was in an uproar.

The eyes of those who watched Jun Ling's joke in the scene were straight, and someone exclaimed: "Oh my God, that kid launched an attack so quickly and took the young man's life, and the means were ruthless." ”

At this time, the Cold Ice Sword was repelled by the Mo Clan's youth, and it happened that Jun Ling also went to the high platform with his light skills, and grabbed the long sword with one hand, and the long sword made a buzzing sound.

Someone exclaimed: "What a beautiful dragonfly with three points of water, the whole thing is muddy, and it is not weak at all with mud and water, and the swallow three water copies just now of the young man of the Five Poison Sect are not weak at all." ”

The term "young master" crossed the hearts of everyone present.

The disciples of the Golden Dao Sect were all happy, and at the same time a little nervous, the most nervous of them was Feng Erniang, at this moment Feng Erniang had already sat in the position of the Golden Dao Gate, looking at the field, a glimmer of hope rose in her heart, she asked Xiaoqing sitting next to her, how did she know Jun Ling, a young master.

Xiaoqing thought about it, she promised Jun Ling that she couldn't tell that he came out of the ice, so she told Feng Erniang that Jun Ling was a friend she met by chance, but she didn't expect him to be so powerful.

Feng Erniang believed it, with a joy on her face, not to mention whether Jun Ling could defeat the Mo Clan's youth, as long as she could find some face for the Golden Dao Sect, it would be very good.

Continuing to look at the ring, she found that the two people on the stage looked at each other at this time, and neither of them was in a hurry to attack.

Obviously, the blow just now was just a tentative blow from Jun Ling, but from that blow, the Mo clan youth felt the thunderous sword power from the cold ice sword, and when he repelled the cold ice sword, the Mo clan youth's hand was also numb, and he had no contempt for Jun Ling in his heart.

This fight may be a good fight, because with the move just now and the reaction of the two people on the stage, you can guess something.

At this time, the people outside the stadium are inevitably excited.

"You said that the young man was able to resist a few moves of the Mo youth. One of the four men and six gangs said to the person next to him.

Another said: "Ten moves at most!." ”

"No, I think the young man of the Golden Sword Gate can withstand twenty moves, didn't you see that the young man of the Golden Sword Gate directly knocked back the young man of the Five Poison Gate by two steps with the blow just now. ”

"Phew, just that young man, it's obviously a sneak attack, I said five or six moves would be good. ”

"I said twenty moves, do you dare to bet with me?"

"Bet on it. ”

"Twenty taels of gold, do you dare to bet?"

"Okay, Lao Tzu will bet, twenty taels will be twenty taels. ”

"I bet thirty taels, and the young disciples of the Golden Dao Sect will lose if they don't make fifteen moves. ”

For a while, the discussion sounded, and many people also gambled, making it very popular, the scene was so lively, if it weren't for the presence of a few bigwigs from the above, the scene would have been chaotic.

Several disciples of the Golden Dao Sect were so angry, how to say that Jun Ling also represented the Golden Dao Sect, and he actually bet on how many moves Jun Ling lost, which was not a shame, so several disciples of the Golden Dao Sect directly bet on Jun Ling to win in the past, which made many people laugh.

Those disciples of the Golden Sword Sect were so angry that they almost got into trouble with the disciples of the other sects.

On the other hand, the two people in the ring, moved at this time, and the first to move was Jun Ling, he didn't want to waste time, as soon as his posture changed, a sword qi directly swarmed away.

The young man of the Mo clan was taken aback by Jun Ling's sword qi, as soon as he made a move, he was sword qi, and his strength would never be weak, and he once again looked up to Jun Ling.

The Mo clan's young man's internal force surged out and turned into a giant knife, and the master of the eighth stage of the day after tomorrow was able to break through his qi and turn into a sword outside his body, and his strength was strong.

The giant sword rushed towards the sword qi with a booming sound.

The energy was scattered, and there were rolling waves all around.

Jun Ling stood with his sword in his hand, his eyes were indifferent, the two of them were facing each other, and the sword qi and the giant sword were offset in one blow, and they were evenly divided.

"Oh my God......"

"No......"

The eyes of many disciples of the sect almost dropped, if it was said that Jun Ling was just a sneak attack at the beginning, it would be understandable, but now that the two of them are clearly doing their best, the young man of the Mo clan actually can't help Jun Ling, which is a little meaningful.

Many gambling disciples swallowed and spitted, and on the other side, the disciples of the Golden Dao Sect raised a middle finger at the other disciples one by one, with a smile on their faces, and looked at the stage again, the depression on their faces dissipated and they stared with hope.

I saw that the young man of the Mo clan had a solemn face, and Yun Zizhong, the master of the Five Poisons Sect in the audience, saw a little bit of the doorway, and directly copied the Xuantie Sword in his hand, which turned out to be a very rare beginner-level mortal weapon in the martial arts.

"Brother Mo, take the sword. ”

Zheng, the long sword was unsheathed, shooting directly at the Mo youth, and when the Mo youth saw this, he caught the long sword with his hand, and the long sword flashed with a faint light.

"Oh my God, this is the sword of the master of the Five Poison Gate, the Xuantie Sword, and the golden knife of the Golden Knife Gate, the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle of the Tang Gate, and the Qixing Weapon Divination Star of the Bagua Gate, all of which are beginner-level mortal weapons. ”

"Now the boy is dead. ”

The Mo clan young man took the Xuantie Sword of the Five Poison Sect, his heart was settled, his figure flashed, the distance between the two was instantly shortened, Jun Ling was not to be outdone, and slashed down with the cold ice sword in his hand.