The two of them didn't look at the lonely goose and Mo Sheng in the field, and they didn't look at the inexplicable crowd on the stone steps in front of the hall.

They just looked at each other and said moves.

In fact, when Xue Wuxian said the first move, Chu Muyun began to deal with it.

Xue Wu's second move is to deal with Chu Muyun's response.

Their voices floated in front of the quiet Fuyao Temple, in the square and in the night.

Their voices were not loud, but they were very clear, especially in the ears of Gu Yan and Mo Sheng, it was more like thunder, rumbling!

Gu Yan and Xue Wuxian have known each other for a long time, and they have a deep understanding of each other.

So when Xue Wutear said the name of the first move, Gu Yan comprehended, and his hands were running with colorful spiritual power, and he began to gather momentum. He knew what that first move meant, and Xue Wuxian meant to let him decompose the colorful spiritual power and use the spirit pattern body to attack.

His spiritual power is somewhat special, it is not an ordinary single-attribute spiritual power, but a fusion of seven attribute spiritual powers. And the two moves of rolling yellow dust and a thousand weeping willows are exactly the spirit pattern body outlined by two of the seven attributes of spiritual power.

As for Mo Sheng, at this moment, he didn't have time to think about why Chu Muyun knew about the techniques he had learned, and seeing that Gu Yan made a gesture, he subconsciously followed Chu Muyun's words and fused the spiritual power of the fire attribute demon beast Yuan Dan to prepare for the Gathering Pattern Qingluan.

So under everyone's nervous watching, Gu Yan and Mo Sheng began to fight each other.

The huge Qingluan Spirit Pattern body was surrounded by raging flames, all of which burned the willow branches like divine chains, and the yellow dust on the battle platform was billowing and holding each other.

The lonely goose performed the second trick of Xue Wu's tearless instructions, and a cold west wind rose in the field, blowing in front of people's eyes. Then he unleashed his rapid body technique, and in an instant, countless afterimages slashed the palm knife, trapping all of Mo Sheng's back paths.

This is the west wind, nowhere to be found. Compared with the spirit pattern body previously cast, they are from different techniques.

And the remnants of the soul were taught by Chu Muyun through Mo Sheng, and only one concept was used.

Whatever you do, I'll burn it with fire.

Mo Sheng locked the position of the lonely goose's body in the countless remnants of the body, and he urged the Mo clan to learn the magic of the lamp.

So a seedling-like wick ignited from the feet of the lone goose, burning more and more fiercely, like a palm wrapped in flames, actually holding itself up out of thin air.

"A finger of the rhino!"

The lonely goose looked solemn, and hung upside down, like a sharp sword falling from the sky, pointing out a finger in the air.

I saw that the light that was like a drop of water suddenly gathered into a spirit blade at the fingertips, and the spirit blade was like a waterfall slashing, and the wind blowing around it was actually cut into pieces.

"Boom!"

The spirit blade lit on the flames like a lamp, and suddenly countless flame fragments shot out, blasting towards the surrounding battlefield. That kind of restlessness is more than the mountain falling into the sea and gradually rising endless waves.

Mo Sheng's palm power was blown away, and his body was shocked out more than ten meters before he could barely stabilize himself. His face was blood-red, and his spiritual power in his body was disordered, and he was tormented.

"Buddha Seal!"

However, he was still insisting, he knew that Chu Muyun must not want to end up in such an embarrassment, so he believed that this last formula would inevitably have a result.

He sealed his hands and performed the last pose instructed by Chu Muyun.

In fact, these two types of magic, in the Mo royal classics he studied, were originally connected together, one offensive and one defensive, one bright and one dark, and one for two purposes.

Therefore, after the burning palm of the lamp was shattered, there was another burst of Buddha light, and the golden 'swastika' character was printed on the falling lone goose with a lightning speed.

Gu Yan only felt that his eyes were dizzy, and then the surroundings seemed to be silent for an instant, his vision and hearing were blocked, and he felt that the surging spiritual power around him seemed to be trapped in the boundless darkness and had nowhere to release, and finally rushed into his body.

The body could not withstand such a violent and defenseless impact, and the lone goose, out of instinct, released all its strength at this moment.

A breath of the Inscription Realm and the oppressive power of the divine soul quietly swept away, and between his eyebrows, white points of light shone out. Above that point of light, two divine patterns could be faintly seen circulating, which was the embodiment of the inscription realm inscribed two divine patterns on top of Tian Yuan.

The lonely goose that completely released the realm stabilized its body and slowly landed on the ground.

On the other hand, Mo Sheng, who was already exhausted, was shocked out of the battle stage by the realm that had been suppressed and finally rebounded like a flood beast at the moment when Gu Yan released his strength without any scruples.

"Be careful!" Chu Muyun and the others had been staring closely at the battle platform, and seeing that the situation was not good, Hua Danqing decisively swept out and caught Mo Sheng, who was shocked by embarrassment.

"How are you?" Chu Muyun and Zang Ao also surrounded one after another, and he looked at Mo Sheng, who was pale, apologetically, and said.

The scorching battle suddenly came to an end, and everyone was silent for a while, as if unwilling to accept this contrary to expectations.

The lonely goose on the battle platform turned around and looked at the snow under the stage inexplicably, with a puzzled face.

In the process of dismantling each other, the first one fell behind.

He didn't understand why this was happening, and although he didn't understand it, he would accept it.

Because he is not a villain who is untrustworthy, he knows that neither is Senior Brother Xue Wuxi, and Prince Qinglong is not.

He was silent for a while, and then in front of everyone, in front of the Qingyun List that had recorded his glory, in the eyes of all the Qingyun Testers, he respectfully saluted Mo Sheng: "I lost!"

Yes, he lost.

There was a rule before the battle, and you could only use the strength of the Tattoo Spirit Realm. Although at the last moment, he only released the suppressed realm out of instinctive self-protection.

But a loss is a loss, and he won't make any explanation to cover up this fact.

He is a lonely goose on the Qingyun List, and he is the goal pursued by countless children of the poor family, he doesn't need it, and he doesn't need to be like this.

There was an uproar!

Many people don't understand what happened, and maybe even Mo Sheng himself can't say it clearly.

In retrospect, the key was the final blow. The combination of the last two styles is really wonderful.

And these all came from Chu Muyun's mouth.

Xue looked at Chu Muyun without tears, Murong Luoyi looked at Chu Muyun in surprise, Elder Liu's eyes were full of admiration, Murong Bo's face was extremely embarrassed, and the expressions of several teenagers in the Imperial Sword Sect were very complicated, they had been puzzled before, why Chu Muyun was able to break out of the formation, and only then did they know that everyone had underestimated this young man.

Tonight, many people really knew Chu Muyun for the first time.

Including these people who had seen him before.

"You owe me a favor!" Mo Sheng got rid of Hua Danqing's support, reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned, and pretended to be fine.