"Yes, it's been a lot of progress. Mo Qingning nodded in appreciation: "On the peak of Yingyue Spring that day, even if you are not injured, you will definitely not be able to receive such a blow." ”

Sure enough, they were testing me...... Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief, but he was even more vigilant in his heart, this blow is a test of the physical body, and the next blow must be ......

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Qingning's body moved, and the long sword came towards Song Yi again, and it was actually the first style of the Zhaoyue Sword Technique!

Song Yi was already mentally prepared, and he also greeted him with the first style of the Zhaoyue swordsmanship, and the sword light flashed in the courtyard for a moment, and the figure moved, which was not only a duel, but also a martial arts.

Song Yi's mastery of swordsmanship is now several times more proficient than that day, and the changes contained in it have been integrated into his bones and blood, and he can instinctively make moves without thinking alone. In these days of hard training, Song Yi has also recalled Mo Qingning's sword countless times, imagining how he will make moves and how to close the momentum, but after thinking so much, it is better to face the real person at this moment.

Mo Qingning moved his sword like the wind, and the sword seemed to have been integrated with the thoughts of a living person, more accurate and tricky than all of Song Yi's ideas, the two of them had passed less than fifty moves, and he had attacked from places beyond Song Yi's judgment several times, cutting through Song Yi's two clothes, and leaving a wound on his arm.

At the last moment, Song Yi changed his tactics to deal with it, although he was a little embarrassed, he finally rubbed the red line to get through the crisis.

It was so dangerous, it almost completely disrupted the rhythm of Mo Qingning's swordsmanship.

Song Yi broke out in a cold sweat.

In this way, you come and go, from the first style of the Zhaoyue Sword Technique to the last style, Mo Qingning's strength is getting bigger and bigger, and the offensive is getting tighter and tighter, and when it comes to the final seventh style, it is already a sword like thunder, stirring the air around him, and Song Yi's body seems to have become a knife and axe field, and if there is a slight difference, he will be cut into several sections.

Recalling the "Moon Chopping" used by Mo Qingning on the peak that day, Song Yi was secretly frightened, compared with this moment, I don't know if he used fifty percent, no, three percent of his strength?

Again and again, retreating again and again, being suppressed by Mo Qingning again and again, although he was already at a disadvantage, Song Yi never showed a big flaw, and barely kept up with Mo Qingning's sword momentum.

Brush -

Looking at the vacancy, Song Yi struggled to hand out a move to "cut the moon", and a chilling true qi rushed towards Mo Qingning at the same time, and the surroundings were solemnly agitated. At the moment when Song Yi thought he had succeeded in this move, Mo Qingning turned his sword and danced in a semicircle in front of him, and a faint red light appeared behind him, turning Song Yi's vigorous offensive away and dissipating invisible.

Song Yi was stunned, almost unable to believe what he saw.

What is that?

How did he get rid of his moon slashing?

Mo Qingning took a step back and nodded again: "The swordsmanship is much smoother, it can be called mellow, but there is still more practice, and there are still many small problems." ”

This aspect seems to have passed, Song Yi didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and suddenly saw Mo Qingning's wrist move, raising his sword to the sky, and the entire courtyard trembled, and a low humming sound rolled underground, like a prelude to a major earthquake, and it seemed that the sky was rolling with thunderclouds before the storm.

This is...... Worst!

Song Yi's brows furrowed, his teeth clenched, and he secretly screamed in his heart, is it not good, does this guy want to play with me......? ! I'm afraid it's going to test the overall cultivation!

Trying to test muscles and bones and swordsmanship, as long as you don't engage in protracted battles, they all belong to seeing moves, you go back and forth to fight, you don't use too much true qi, and you can't shake the foundation of cultivation, even if you are injured but the pain of flesh and skin, it is different now......

Not daring to delay, Song Yi calmed his mind, ran Zhou Tian, liberated the demon breath in his body together, and integrated it into the true qi of the circulation of hundreds of limbs, and suddenly his breath was like a sea, gushing, and he turned his sword at the moment, and attacked Mo Qingning with all the full strength that the sixth layer of the Liuquan Heart Technique could urge!

Seeing Song Yi's offensive coming, Mo Qingning was not in a hurry, his body flashed, and a red light rose from his shoulder, condensed into a semicircle, and hung above his head.

Song Yi's true qi was surging like a dragon, and he rushed straight at Mo Qingning, but when he was about to reach the red light, he saw the light flickering slightly, as if countless stars were circulating, and with it, his offensive disappeared.

This...... What is this?!

Song Yi was startled, turned over and retreated, staring at Mo Qingning firmly.

Mo Qingning smiled slightly, looked at the four courtyard walls around the two of them, and said: "There is a magic circle hidden in your courtyard, as long as your strength cannot break through the boundaries of the magic circle, these four walls will never fall, and if the four walls do not fall, no matter what kind of damage there is in the courtyard, it can automatically recover as before." ”

Yes, this is the magic circle set by the master, but ...... How did Mo Qingning know?

Song Yi stared at him deadly, did not answer, and did not dare to relax his guard in the slightest.

"Its boundaries at the moment are the same as these four walls. Mo Qingning pointed to the red light hanging above his head and said with a smile: "You can't knock down these four walls in one go, and you can't break through this light, any of your attacks will be absorbed and disintegrated by it." ”

That's how I cut the moon just now......

Song Yi was stunned for a moment, suddenly understood, and asked, "How do you know the magic circle set up by the master?"

"Do you think that only your master in the world knows this magic circle?" Mo Qingning turned his eyes around and returned to Song Yi: "If you want to use the magic array, ......"

Before the words fell, Mo Qingning lifted the sword, and the true qi on his body was surging, like rivers and seas, like clouds surging, and bursts of thunder suddenly burst out of the courtyard, wind and thunder howled, only to see a white light rising from the sword, divided into four light and shadow, and rushing straight to the courtyard in all directions!

The sudden change was shocking, Song Yi was shocked, his mind was in a flash, he suddenly understood what he wanted to do, and hurriedly moved to stop it, but the four lights and shadows were faster, as fast as lightning, as fierce as thunder! Song Yi had just taken a step, only to hear the sound of four bombardments erupt around at the same time, combined into a loud bang, and the four walls of the courtyard fell down at the same time, all shattered into tiny bricks and stones!

With one blow, Mo Qingning smashed the magic circle left by Du Yilou.

"Surrounding this magic circle, I always feel constrained, not enough fun, don't you say? ”

Song Yi was dumbfounded, he had practiced hard for more than ten days, and he couldn't even shake the two walls, he was just like that......

Is there really such a big gap between himself and Mo Qingning?!

Mo Qingning didn't care what he was thinking, and he didn't give him a chance to come back to his senses, his body flashed, and he had already arrived in front of Song Yi again, and with a sharp sword stroke, he cut a deep wound on Song Yi's left shoulder, and immediately the flesh and blood flew sideways and splashed into the air!

Song Yi was in pain, but he didn't dare to retreat, he waved his sword to block, and his true qi came out with the momentum, and he was also wrapped in the hidden demon breath, only to see a few black lines sandwiched in the blue light, which rushed straight to Mo Qingning's chest.

Mo Qingning was not in a hurry, the blade of the sword fell, and a more vivid blue light slashed in, directly cutting Song Yi's true qi into two sections, followed by a flash of red light, dissipating invisible.

It's so much worse......

Song Yi gritted his teeth and stiffened his head, forcing Mo Qingning's offensive to retreat step by step, and unconsciously retreated to the collapsed courtyard wall, Mo Qingning suddenly shook his sword, raised his left hand, and a golden light shot out from his sleeve, hitting Song Yi's chest!

Not......

Song Yi's eyes widened, and he felt that his sternum was broken inch by inch by this golden ring, and the whole person flew out like a broken kite!

Rumble!

Song Yi fell heavily to the ground, fell into the pile of shattered rubble, covered in dust, bruised, and his chest hurt so much that he could barely breathe, fortunately Mo Qingning did not continue to attack, he struggled several times before he could barely sit up, his hands and feet were sore, his fingers kept trembling, he couldn't even hold the sword, and the pain in his chest was incomparable, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out two pools of blood!

This time the injury was much worse than the previous two times......

However, Song Yi still had a hint of joy in his heart, when the golden light came, he withdrew part of his true qi in time, so as to form a layer of protection on his body, otherwise he was afraid that he would be directly beaten and his spine broken, and the golden ring was not returned to Mo Qingning's hands, but to give himself a pairing.

“...... What are you, what are you?" Song Yi clutched his chest and sat up, intending to ask clearly, but just after saying a few words, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body shook, and he almost collapsed.

"A little magic weapon. ”

Mo Qingning walked over slowly, and the golden light was on his finger, like a bracelet, turning endlessly.

Song Yi raised his eyes to look, and suddenly there was a blur in front of him, and then it became clear again, like a camera lens that had turned the aperture. He secretly said in his heart that something was wrong, and the internal injuries seemed to be a bit serious, and most of the people hit his head.

Mo Qingning's figure was reflected in his pupils, holding a sword in his right hand and a golden ring in his left hand, and a round of red light loomed above his head.

With the divine sword in his hand, the treasure in his hand, and the magic circle behind him, plus his extremely profound cultivation...... Song Yi understood that he had no chance of winning tonight no matter what.

Mo Qingning's strength was much stronger than he imagined, and the gap between the two people was far beyond all Song Yi's previous imaginations.

So far, Song Yi has been stumbling, embarrassed, and has not really succeeded in any moves, but Mo Qingning is strolling around and has not gone all out.

Song Yi was suddenly a little puzzled, how could this chief disciple of the Yuequan Sect be so powerful? he had been able to easily defeat the second- and third-rank disciples of the Upper Courtyard, and he would not be too much worse if he wanted to come to the first-class disciples, but how could he ......

Can you really only hope that the little brother will come back soon?

Song Yi peeked to the east, the night was still deep and rich, the clear full moon had gradually entered the clouds, the zenith stars were few, only the eastern sky was faintly revealing a hazy bright color, and the sky should be lit up soon, if the little senior brother could come back on time......

"Yunzheng won't come back. ”

...... What the?

Song Yi was stunned and stared at Mo Qingning, what did he just say?

Mo Qingning looked at him condescendingly and repeated: "Yunzheng can't come back, don't be delusional." ”

"You ......" Song Yi was shocked in his heart, how did this person know what he was thinking?

"Today is the day when the fifteen-day covenant between you and me expires, and it is also the day when Yunzheng goes out for a month, according to the old plan, he should indeed come back, but ......"

Speaking of this, Mo Qingning smiled slightly, took out a letter from his arms, squatted down, took the letter and gently patted Song Yi's face, and said softly: "Senior brother, read for yourself, this is Yunzheng's handwritten letter, which was only delivered this evening." I don't think you have time to go to the Bounty Court to get the letter, so Senior Brother will help you get it. ”