After saying this, the red long sword in the hand of the leader suddenly burst into a string of clear flames, and seeing such a subtle technique, the eyes of the onlookers flashed with a touch of shock!

It is worthy of the swordsmith's guild, even one of the guards and servants has such a profound fire control method!

Mo Shuang's brows furrowed slightly, could it be that this person is also a swordsmith?

Seeing Mo Shuang's puzzled expression, the man smiled disdainfully and said, "I, Yang Guo, have been practicing the method of forging swords since I entered the Sword Casting Guild, and now I am already a master of the middle level of entering the room, Inner Temple boy, are you afraid?"

Mo Shuang was helpless, is this person sick in the brain? When Master Zijing forged a sword for himself that day, he was not as arrogant as you, a swordsmith who entered the room was at best a swordsman among cultivators, where did he get a sense of superiority......

He couldn't help laughing, looked at Bai Yan beside him, and said, "Brother Bai Yan, there are really talents and talents in your guild!"

Bai Yan was also shocked by Yang Guo's arrogance, and when he heard Mo Shuang's words, he smiled understandingly, and said, "Then Yang Guo dares to be rude to Brother Mo Shuang and show off his cultivation in front of you, it is indeed time to suppress it." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Mo Shuang nodded secretly when he heard this, it seemed that Bai Yan's heart had no hesitation at all, for these people who dared to offend him, there was no sympathy in his heart at this moment.

It's just that the sword can't be drawn out yet.

Mo Shuang patted Bai Yan on the shoulder and whispered, "Brother Bai Yan, I will help you clean the portal today, and in the future, what will happen if you personally face your eldest brother Bai Bai and the people who framed you?"

Bai Yan gritted his teeth, his face was much firmer, "At that time, I will definitely not show mercy!"

"Okay!" The look of praise in Mo Shuang's eyes flashed, and he didn't doubt the truth of what Bai Yan said, like this kind of big family disciples, sometimes they only need a little push to be able to have a complete epiphany!

Although he and Bai Yan have only known each other for an hour, the image of the other party who is approachable and has a heart higher than the sky has been deeply imprinted in Mo Shuang's mind, which gives him a feeling of seeing crispy, the other party is also a child of a big family, but there is no shelf, this cultivation is commendable!

I saw that the broken edge sword in his hand emitted a ray of blue light, the whole person's body was blurred, and the surrounding wind was surging, he raised his sword and went up, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at Yang Guo's throat!

The people around exclaimed, this ink frost seemed to be just a seventh-order swordsman's cultivation or so, but how could he mobilize such a huge wind?

The joy in Chu Mengxi's eyes flashed, and the ink cream was stronger than a few days ago!

Bai Yan looked at the back of Mo Shuang in the distance, and a strong color of gratitude instantly appeared in his eyes, he had only known him for an hour, he saved his life, and now he is still fighting for himself.

Mutter!

Bai Yan's eyes suddenly moistened, his hands clenched into fists, and he muttered, "Brother Ink Frost, you are my friend and benefactor for Bai Yan's life!"

The Broken Edge Sword in Mo Shuang's hand trembled slightly, but it was resisted by the opponent's long sword when it was about to hit Yang Guo, and the two blades rubbed a scorching spark in mid-air, and the ground in the center was shattered by this powerful sword momentum with a click!

"Hmph, isn't that amazing?"

Yang Guo sneered, and immediately the green tendons on his arms burst out, and he pressed the Broken Edge Sword back, pressing it in front of Mo Shuang's shoulder!

A glimmer of light flashed in Mo Shuang's calm eyes, worthy of the existence cultivated by the Sword Casting Guild, although the strength on the surface of this Yang Pot was only in the late stage of the seventh-order swordsman, but with his powerful fire control technique of the middle-level swordsmith who entered the room, he could not fall behind when fighting against some eighth-order swordsmen!

Peng!

The long swords of the two of them separated, and their bodies jumped backwards, only to see that the center of the battlefield suddenly exploded, and the terrifying wind flow spread towards the surroundings along with the flames! The crowd fled in horror, and the eyes of the two people who looked at the scene were full of shock!

Obviously, they are all seventh-order swordsmen, but they actually played the effect of eighth-order swordsmen.

Evil spirits!

Ink Frost stood opposite the Yang Pot, frowning, he didn't expect it to be so difficult to take down this person, at this time, the Silent Demon Trace suddenly spoke, "Ink Frost Boy, you can't beat this Yang Pot, are you kidding me?"

Mo Shuang was helpless, and said, "Tease you with a yarn!" This Yang pot can actually be compared to an eighth-order swordsman, and I even had a faint advantage in fighting with him just now, right?"

"If you can't do it, you can't do it, you think others are cheating at every turn, don't let me look down on you." ”

"Poof!" exclaimed, Ink Frost, who almost spat out a mouthful of blood, "What the hell, when did you look down on me?"

"Ahem, okay, okay, don't you think it's strange?" The Silent Demon Trail was a little embarrassed, it seemed that he really couldn't find it once, this was his future student, in case he was depressed by me, it would be a tragedy.

"What's strange?

Ink Frost's body flashed, dodging Yang Guo's attack, only to see that the flames in the sky formed a giant dragon, and the teeth and claws were rushing towards him!

Red Dragon Fire Dance Swordsmanship!

Ink Frost's eyes flashed, this swordsmanship was a high-level fire-type swordsmanship that had been passed down from the Qiyuan Continent, and the first time he saw it was when he was fighting against Zhao Zhiyang, the caretaker of Nabei Village, in the Thorn Barren Forest.

The fire dragon roared and pounced on the ink frost, and he also dodged it with the three-step ascension method, a trace of cold sweat broke out on his head, and grandma's was almost knocked into ......

At this time, the Silent Demon Trace continued, "You fought against Yang Guo this time, and the system didn't issue a task to you, don't you say it's strange?"

"Huh, yes, why didn't you issue a task?" Mo Shuang was stunned for a moment, her flesh hurt, she was actually doing a thankless job, and she was so tired......

The Silent Demon Trace looked down on it and said, "It may be that the system has determined that you can easily defeat Yang Guo without much effort, so you don't bother to issue a task." You kid think about it carefully, your talent has reached the low 9 stars, and there will be only a little bit of progress, right?"

Hearing the hint of the Silent Demon Trace, the divine light in Mo Shuang's eyes flashed, and he immediately pursed his lips, and his body flashed blue, but he used an instantaneous slashing technique!

With a whoosh, his figure had already appeared behind Yang Guo, but the other party seemed to have felt it, sneered, put the flame sword behind his back, and the huge sword momentum shook the ink frost into the sky in an instant!

The ink frost in the sky, his eyes were slightly closed, recalling his past battles, and when he faced Liu Fu that night, the feeling between life and death, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his left hand was on the sword body of the Broken Edged Sword, and a thin cyan line was faintly revealed!

Yang Guo laughed when he saw her appearance, and said, "Pretending to be a ghost, what can that wind line do?"

"Lonely and unheard!Have you ever heard of the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique of the Chu Family in Musen City?" Mo Shuang snorted coldly and said.

"Liuyun Swordsmanship?" Yang Guo frowned, took a closer look at the Ink Frost's Broken Edged Sword, and was suddenly shocked; "Is it possible for you to ......make this move?"

"The sword is gone like the wind?!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a blue light on his body, a thin line passed softly through his chest, and the figure of the ink frost in the sky suddenly disappeared, he turned his head with difficulty, and saw that the other party had already stood quietly behind him for some time.

Good...... What a speed!

Click, click!

As the breeze blew, the connection of this thin cyan line was broken one after another, and suddenly, Yang Guo's complexion changed wildly, wanting to escape the range of this thin line, but unfortunately it was too late!

Peng!

A muffled sound came, and he lowered his head and looked at his chest, where a small hole pierced his body!

How so?

How so?

I, Yang Guo, am obviously a genius with infinite hopes, how can I ...... Dead in ...... Here?

With a pop, his body fell to the ground, and the fire dragon in the sky wailed, turning into shards of flame and drifting away with the wind!

The audience was silent for a moment, and then it was completely boiling!

"This, how is this possible? Yang Guo, who is comparable to the existence of an eighth-order swordsman and is also proficient in the art of fire control, was actually killed by this inner hall member with a sword!!

Their eyes were all focused on the young man holding the broken edge sword in the field, only to see the young man raise his head slightly, his dark eyes blinked, and he looked at the remaining minions in front of him who were trembling, his steps stepped forward slightly, and the voice came out.

"You guys, why don't you go together?"