Chapter 55: The Sword Stops

In the early morning, the fog had not yet lifted, and the grass and trees were full of fog.

As the momentum of that figure dispersed, step by step, the mist on the grass and trees also shook and ticked.

He's Mo Qing.

Dressed in Tsing Yi and a sword, there was no killing intent on his body, only the fighting intent burning, and his gaze fell on Su Hao, who was sitting cross-legged on the boulder in front of him, his eyes were blazing.

Astonishing battle intent burst out from his eyes, and behind him, the long sword let out a crisp sword groan.

Through the fog, Su Hao seemed to feel something, his eyes suddenly opened, and he looked up, his eyes flickered slightly.

"Su Hao, you and I will fight!" Mo Qing spoke, his voice was loud, and a crisp sword sound sounded between the reverberations.

The echo of Mo Qing's voice woke up many monks of the outer sect located in this mountain one after another.

"What's going on?" someone spoke, walked out of the hut, and walked towards where Su Hao's hut was.

"Core disciple, Senior Brother Mo Qing!" someone with sharp eyes recognized Mo Qing and exclaimed.

There were even outer sect disciples who saw Su Hao on the boulder not far in front of Mo Qing, and some of the outer sect disciples who participated in the Immortal List trial knew the inside story in the Beichen Mountain Range, and their eyes showed excitement.

And some people who don't know the inside story are sarcastic.

"This Su Hao is really overwhelmed, and he dares to provoke Senior Brother Mo Qing. ”

But then he felt the strange look on the faces of some of the outer sect disciples around him, which made them even more puzzled.

"I'm here today, just for a challenge, I don't believe in your cultivation!" Mo Qing spoke again, and the Qingyang Sword in his hand suddenly groaned, and a cold light erupted on the blade.

"Senior Brother Mo Qing is ranked fifth on the Heavenly List, why did he take the initiative to challenge Su Hao, this is not normal?"

Without waiting for them to discuss, Su Hao's voice slowly sounded: "You are not my opponent. His words were like thunder on the ground, and they exploded among the disciples of the outer sect.

With the sensation here, more and more disciples of the Great Mountain of the Outer Sect came to the Great Mountain here, and there were even core disciples among them.

Such as Fang Yang, Guanshu and others.

The news of Mo Qing's challenge to Su Hao whistled like a raging wind in this quiet early morning, spreading throughout the entire sect, shaking the sect.

"Arrogance, Senior Brother Mo Qing is not your opponent Su Hao. Those who didn't know the inside story sneered and said to Mo Qing: "Senior Brother Mo Qing, this Su Hao is too arrogant, you can abuse him with one hand." ”

"That's it, Senior Brother Mo Qing, if you don't give him a little look, he really thinks that the cow is flying in the sky. ”

But to their surprise, Su Hao's words did not cause Mo Qing's rebuttal, but silence.

Not only Mo Qing was silent, but some people who knew the inside story were also silent, because in the Beichen Mountain Range, they also witnessed the rise of Su Hao.

It wasn't the cultivation of the inner sect disciples, nor the cultivation of the core disciples, but it surpassed the core disciples and reached the peak of condensation.

Fifteen realms of condensation!

And Mo Qing's cultivation was only the ninth layer of Qi Condensation, and there was a difference of six realms between him and Su Hao.

Although it is only a small realm, it can be doubled in one realm, and in six realms, it is not doubled or doubled.

"I can't believe it unless I test it myself. Between you and me, but ask for a fight. Can you take the battle?" Mo Qing raised his head, looked at Su Hao with sharp eyes, and said.

Generally speaking, can the challenger dare to engage in battle?

But what Mo Qing said was that you can fight. Although it is a difference of one word, the charm of the two is completely different. The former carries respect, while the latter is a form of contempt.

After Mo Qing finished speaking, he looked at Su Hao again without saying a word, his eyes were sharp, and his fighting spirit was pervasive, waiting for Su Hao's answer.

"What if I don't. Su Hao opened his mouth and said lightly.

This scene fell in the eyes of those uninformed disciples, it looked extremely weird, and many people frowned, looking at Mo Qing suspiciously, their eyes flickering, and they vaguely seemed to notice something.

"If you don't agree, I'll turn away. I will come back the next day. If you still don't say yes the next day, I'll come on the third day until you say yes. Mo Qing said, his words were very concise, but the meaning was clear.

Whether you Su Hao agree or not, I will keep challenging until you agree.

Although this sentence seems rogueous, it carries a kind of respect.

In the cultivation realm, the weak eat the strong, and the strong are respected. Regardless of whether Su Hao was really in the fifteen realms of condensation, he had witnessed Su Hao's posture in the fifteen realms of condensation.

Whether it's a secret technique or a means, no matter what kind of thing it is, it is worthy of Mo Qing's respect.

Just like in life, when dealing with opponents, you must learn to respect. Only by respecting the opponent will you respect yourself, and will you be qualified to succeed and gain the respect of others.

And although Mo Qing is a scoundrel, he has respect for Su Hao.

Su Hao was silent for a while, and his eyes flashed slightly. After half a salary, he spoke: "If you insist on fighting, then fight!" His words were as concise as he was, and he saw Mo Qing's respect.

Although there was a contradiction between the two, Su Hao still chose to respect his opponent.

The moment his words fell, Mo Qing's eyes suddenly bloomed with a strong battle intent. The robe hunted, the slender hand pressed on the Qingyang sword, and the human sword was one, resonating with the sword.

Battle intent, sword intent!

Mo Qing didn't have any reservations, and the cultivation of the ninth layer of condensation qi was fully exploded. In the midst of the wind and clouds, the figure flashed, and the whole body suddenly shot out like a sword light.

Airplanes!

The sword light is like a rainbow, and the sword intent is soaring to the sky.

A sword was slashed, and the grass and trees were also pierced out like a sword, and with the sword pointing at the distance, the dew on it was thrown up by the young leaves, and it also shot out with the sword light.

This sword, seemingly casual, contains a certain meaning, and has reached its peak!

Looking at the sword that stabbed him, Su Hao's eyes suddenly flashed, and the pupils in his eyes shrank suddenly. But he quickly returned to normal, his right hand suddenly raised, and the Gu Li in his body roared, pointing forward at will.

On his fingertips, a blood-red light shone, and a rune slowly rose from his fingertips like a star.

The moment it appeared, the coldness of the moonlight diffused and spread. There was some kind of silence that flew out and collided with the sword light.

There is no earth-shattering roar, no monstrous explosions, only silent interweaving.

As soon as the rune touched the tip of the sword, a sense of vicissitudes exploded, making the sharp sword qi like a deflated ball, and most of the sharp sword qi was directly cut in half.

But all this is not over, a drop of dew is like a sword qi touching the rune, the rune clicks, and those dew drops are like falling water droplets to the ground, dissolving invisibly.

Qingyang's sword light did not decrease, breaking through the power of the runes, and piercing Su Hao's eyebrows.

Sen Han Su Hao at the tip of the sword felt it, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes did not blink, he slowly raised his hand, and his fingers suddenly clamped.

Buzz, sword stop!

Qingyang Sword was firmly clamped by Su Hao!

This battle took place between lightning and flint, and many people didn't even see it clearly, but it ended with the sword stopping.

Su Hao sat cross-legged on the boulder from beginning to end, not moving half a step, and the winner was decided.

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