"Get out of the way!" a very rude but slightly crisp voice came from a distance, accompanied by the rapid sound of horses' hooves. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the pedestrians on the street heard this sound, they were as if they had seen an evil spirit, and they were so shocked that they dodged to the edge of the road or ran into the shops on the side.

The five-zhang wide street was suddenly depressed, and only a group of freshmen from the Shenjun Martial Academy remained, you look at me, I look at you, and I look a little overwhelmed.

Mo Wuchen turned his head, and suddenly saw Shao Feng on the side trembling with fright, his face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and even wet his hairline.

"Senior brother...... You?" Mo Wangchen asked in a low voice, but he couldn't say anything.

Shao Feng grabbed Mo Wuchen's sleeve and said tremblingly: "Senior Brother Wuchen, don't blame Senior Brother for not reminding you, don't say anything when you see someone coming, let alone resist, it seems that you can't hide." ”

"Who, what can't you hide?" Mo Wuchen's head was a little foggy, he didn't understand what Shao Feng said.

"It's here......" Shao Feng said in a deep voice.

Mo Wangchen looked up, only to see a tall purple horse coming from the dust. The purple horse's mane was very bright, the divine horse was very bright, and the four hooves were nailed to the black iron, and there was a crisp "click" sound at every step.

On the purple horse, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old tender white boy tightly tightened the reins.

The horse's front hooves were raised high, and then it came to a steady stop, and the tender white little student jumped off the horse's back, walking lightly.

The tender white Xiaosheng's face is very pro-beautiful, and it is a melon seed face, with white skin and snow, a jade jade pendant hanging on his left waist, a sword pinned to his right waist, and a horsewhip raised high in his hand.

"What's going on with you guys......? Zi's car didn't know how to dodge, did he have to be hit to death to be happy?"

Shao Feng hurriedly stepped forward, nodded and pretended, and said very respectfully: "Don't be surprised, my junior brothers and I have just entered the city, and I really don't know that Gongzi is walking your horse! ”

Shao Feng turned his head again, gave Mo Wuchen and the others a look, and motioned for them to make a way.

This group of students of the Shenjun Martial Arts Academy are all excellent martial artists who are one in a hundred, and they are naturally pretentious, how to hold back this breath, and they refused to give way for a while.

The tender white little student is not tall, and his cultivation is also very average, only the appearance of the early stage of congenitalism, but he is above the top and refuses to look at everyone.

His face was cold, and the long whip whipped straight into Shao Feng's face.

Shao Feng didn't say anything, but he did have a red whip mark on his face.

Mo Wuchen was suddenly furious, how could he watch his senior brother being abused and be indifferent? I saw Mo Wuchen push Shao Feng behind him, his eyes looked directly at the tender white little student, and said in a deep voice: "Quickly apologize to my senior brother!"

As he spoke, he was secretly already working his true qi, his left hand behind his back, ready to punch the man at any time.

"Haha, it's funny, it's funny! It's the first time in my life I've heard someone talk to me like this! You're the first! It's good! It's good!"

"Oh, brother is so confident, why don't you draw a line, let's fight here, if you win, we will give way to you, if I win, you will obediently detour!

"Okay!" Pink Xiaosheng agreed without hesitation, and he continued: "It's just that I haven't done it for a few days, and it's a little itchy." ”

Shao Feng hurriedly grabbed Mo Wuchen and gave him a look.

Mo Wuchen didn't know what was going on, he just pushed Shao Feng away and said, "Senior brother, don't worry about me, I have my own measure." ”

In fact, as soon as Mo Wuchen saw that pink little student, he knew that his identity was not ordinary, but if he lowered his head at this time, wouldn't he lose the face of Shenjun Martial Academy?

The pink little student took a few steps back, threw away the horsewhip in his hand, pulled out the sword at his waist, pointed directly at Mo Wuchen, and said, "What are you still grinding, show your weapons!"

Mo Wuchen stepped forward, laughed three times, and said, "These hands are weapons!"

"Since that's the case, then you're welcome!" Pink Xiaosheng's eyes lit up, and suddenly the sword in his hand stimulated a long sword qi and stabbed straight towards Mo Wuchen.

Seeing this scene, many of the freshmen of the Shenjun Martial Arts Academy were in an uproar, and at this time, they knew what kind of "great god" they had provoked, and that sword was a genuine earth-level spiritual weapon! Under normal circumstances, even Wujun might not be able to use it. And that pink little student is only in the early stage of congenital life, and he can have a ground-level spiritual weapon, which shows that his identity is extraordinary!

Mo Wuchen didn't think much about it, the fists were stacked in waves, the fist wind was like the waves, one punch was more fierce than the other, and at the same time, he skillfully cast the wind step, and between the changes in his body shape, he easily dodged the opponent's sword qi.

"Bang!" Mo Wuchen punched a strong wave of qi and directly bombarded the left shoulder of the tender white Xiaosheng.

The tender white little student's body trembled, and he took a step back, he obviously didn't expect that Mo Wuchen's ordinary punch would be so powerful. Chess against opponents stimulated his fighting spirit.

"Heavenly Sword Yellow Pole!"

The tender white little sheng snorted, and the long sword in his hand pulled out a sword flower the size of a sea bowl.

Mo Wuchen only felt that the opponent's sword was only shaking in front of his eyes, and suddenly countless sword qi attacked him in all directions, making him feel a little suffocated.

"Crash Palm!"

Mo Wuchen's fist turned into a palm, and the palms of his hands were suddenly tightly wrapped in blood-colored true qi, like blood jade, Bao Yingying.

He shoved his palm forward. The palm and the sword qi were handed over head-on, making a soft "poof" sound.

Immediately after that, there was a "boom" like a muffled thunder, and for a while, the seemingly endless sword qi receded like a tide.

Mo Wuchen only felt that his eyes lit up, and the person opposite happened to show a flaw in front of him, and he seized the opportunity to slap it away.

Pink Xiaosheng didn't expect that his such exquisite Xuan-level swordsmanship would be broken by the other party's palm so easily, he felt that his face was dull, and he was suddenly annoyed and angry, and released his bloodline void appearance.

Before the wind arrived, a round of purple circles lit up around the pink little student's body, and mysterious and incomprehensible spirit patterns lit up one after another, appearing and disappearing, dazzling.

In the purple aura, a small and delicate short sword slowly emerged, instantly condensing. The short sword was inlaid with seven-colored gems, and the treasure was impressive.

Mo Wuchen was obviously stunned, his palm was stagnant, he had never seen someone's bloodline void look turn out to be a sword.

In fact, Mo Wuchen forgot a little bit "everything in heaven and earth has a spirit!" "There is nothing that cannot become a demon, just like a sword, any weapon can become a demon, and the bloodline void can naturally be a demon soldier!"