"Su Xingchen?" When the besieging teenagers heard this name, they hummed and let out an exclamation, as if they had exploded into a nest.

"Didn't he leave Flame Sky Island?"

"Where is he?"

"Why does he instruct him? He knows the martial arts of the Fire Cloud Sect? This is really unusual......

"He injured Cheng Qingyun with his own hands...... This man is so weird......"

Su Xingchen stood outside the battle circle, with a sigh on his face, his robe was torn, like a wild man. When Ling Mofeng's eyes were directed at him, everyone's eyes brushed and fell on him.

Cheng Qingyun looked at Su Xingchen, who had been hidden for more than a month, his eyes were slightly dark, and a cruel killing intent gradually contained in his eyes. It was Su Xingchen who let himself be injured and humiliated, and he lay on the kang for half a month before he recovered, and he also made himself a laughing stock!

Su Xingchen raised his head, his cold and lightning-like gaze fell on Ling Mofeng and Lu Taichong, and said lightly: "Mofeng, after you fight Lu Taichong first, see if he can still rush." ”

Murong Qing stood behind Cheng Qingyun, her pretty face was cold, her hand pressed the hilt of the sword behind her waist, but she didn't dare to pull it out, she just bit her small mouth, and there was hatred in her beautiful eyes. For some reason, she suddenly felt a panic. She could see clearly that Su Xingchen or Qi Control Technique was not as good as Cheng Qingyun, but he was able to injure him, which showed how terrifying Su Xingchen's potential was.

When I saw him again at this time, looking at the smile on the corner of his mouth and the hidden smile, my heart became even more uncomfortable. "Where has he been hiding for more than a month? At this time, his qi control technique has probably advanced greatly, but I don't know how it is compared to Qingyun now!"

Ling Mofeng nodded and said respectfully, "Yes, Senior Brother!"

Turning his head to look at Lu Yuchong, his demeanor still did not change and he was respectful, and said, "Please advise!"

Lu Taichong sneered: "Since you want to find death, Young Master Ben will fulfill you!"

Zhu Meng's gaze swept over Su Xingchen, revealing a hint of surprise. "Senior Brother Lu, don't underestimate the enemy!"

His figure flashed, and he had already reached a zhang in front of Ling Mofeng, he adopted a preemptive strategy, and with a fierce wave of his right hand, the Yan King's sword qi roared out, and the strip flame of the shaped knife slashed towards Ling Mofeng.

When Ling Mofeng saw him step forward with his left foot, he knew that his right hand would swing out the Yan King Sword Qi, which was already clear to his chest, and he avoided it obliquely, and the Yan King Sword Qi flew straight over with his face, burning a strand of hair, and even his face was red by the flames!

As he dodged, the long sword stabbed Lu Taichong's chest.

The two swords exchanged swords, and they fought together fiercely again.

Su Xingchen shouted loudly: "Ling Mofeng, Lu Taichong's invisible sword qi is only a zhang, it is difficult to control, although the palm is fast, the momentum is too slow. I'll count to ten, and you'll knock him out!"

"One!" Su Xingchen shouted. In his eyes, every step of Lu Taichong is full of flaws. With a cultivation like Lu Taichong, it was really a bit reluctant to cultivate the Yanwang Sword, which required profound fire and qi. But even so, in the entire Imperial Sword Sect, except for Cheng Qingyun, no one could stop its power!

The disciples of the Huoyun Sect all laughed, only Zhu Meng's eyes flashed, but he didn't speak. Even the people of the Imperial Sword Sect shook their heads and sighed. With Ling Mofeng's ability, it is a great fortune to be able to remain undefeated, and it is really whimsical to defeat Lu Taichong when he counts to ten!

"Two!" Su Xingchen raised his breath and snorted, as if he intended to wake up Ling Mofeng, but the sound was like thunder, and he suppressed the laughter of the disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect.

Cheng Qingyun and Zhu Meng looked at each other, and they both saw that unspeakable surprise in each other's eyes. Cheng Qingyun was a little more uneasy. Su Xingchen's burst of shouts just now contained in the imperial qi was obviously far beyond the realm when he left Flame Sky Island.

The two fought extremely fast. For some reason, Lu Taichong found that every time he swung out the Yan King Sword Qi, Ling Mofeng seemed to be able to predict in advance the direction, strength, and even footwork of his sword! Every time he swung out, he was cut into the air, but the other party took advantage of it, and the long sword pointed at him, forcing himself to be a little in a hurry.

The muscles on Zhu Meng's face trembled, and he said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Lu, don't use the Yanwang Sword anymore, change your martial arts!"

Lu Taichong said fiercely: "Lao Tzu still doesn't believe it, I won't be able to clean up the little fart!" He used the Yanwang Sword one after another to defeat the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect, the power of the Yanwang Sword made him stand out, how could he abandon the long and use the short at this time?

Su Xingchen has already counted to "seven"!

The moment Ling Mofeng was just striding and striking at Lu Taichong, his body turned sharply and turned behind him in advance!

Lu Taichong waved out his palm, the sword was still in the palm edge, and Ling Mofeng had already stabbed him in the ribs with a sword!

Lu Taichong let out a scream of fear and rage! After the Yan King Knife was swung out, it was like a stream of water with no back strength, and it hung down softly, only swallowing a flame between the edge of his palm, which burned his sleeve instead.

The tip of Ling Mofeng's sword cut through his clothes and stabbed straight into his skin, about half an inch deep! Lu Taichong didn't dare to move again, letting the flames burn his sleeves, for fear that as soon as Ling Mofeng's long sword entered, it would pierce into his body.

Ling Mofeng suddenly withdrew his long sword, his face flushed from the rush of luck, and he snorted: "You lost ......" Looking at his momentum, he was a little twisted, as if it was not Lu Taichong who lost, but himself.

Lu Taichong panicked and blew out the flames on his sleeves, and retreated with shame on his face.

The disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect, some of them opened their mouths and wanted to applaud loudly, but when they saw that Cheng Qingyun was iron-blue, they didn't dare to speak again. The entire battle circle was terrifyingly silent.

Cheng Qingyun and Murong Qing looked at each other, both with a look of amazement. Ling Mofeng defeated Cheng Qingyun, and it didn't seem to give the Imperial Sword Sect a long face, but instead made them feel embarrassed.

Because, the one who pointed out Ling Mofeng was a Su Xingchen who was regarded as a waste and an outcast by the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect!

Ling Mofeng bowed to Su Xingchen: "Senior brother, thank you for your advice......"

The light in Su Xingchen's eyes flashed, it was a rare sincerity. He always believed that for some people, encouragement was always more important than blows, especially for someone like Ling Mofeng who lacked self-confidence.

"Senior Brother Mofeng, Heaven rewards hard work, you will eventually have a day, and you will fly for nine days! Your achievements in the future will shock the entire Shenwu Nine Lands. Trust me and believe in yourself. Su Xingchen looked around, swept around the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect, and said loudly.

Ling Mofeng's throat was blocked, his nose was sour, and he was a little choked: "Senior brother, your teachings, Mofeng will never forget ......"

Su Xingchen nodded at Zhu Meng in the distance: "Brother Zhu, don't come for January, it looks like your qi control technique has made great progress again." It's been less than a month since the Star Picking Club...... "He is naturally familiar with the cultivation of the Flame Technique, and the more profound he is, the more red his hair becomes. When he cultivated to the Great Imperial Qi Master, he would be like the Flame Ancestor, with red hair like a red cloud.

What he said was that the two had made a war contract before, and they would fight at the Star Picking Conference. Zhu Meng laughed and said, "Su Xingchen, you haven't seen you for a month, it's not too much, I can't wait for that day." ”

Su Xingchen's cold gaze swept over Cheng Qingyun and Murong Qing like a sword, and then gently patted Ling Mofeng's shoulder, and left alone.

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