"The Hundred Poisons Sect Mao Dao Sect respectfully asks Taoist friends to teach us. ”

The two appeared in the ring almost at the same time, Wu Qi's opponent was a young man dressed in the clothes of a mortal scholar, after standing still, the scholar immediately said to Wu Qi with a fist, and went up with great grace and politeness. [Search for the latest updates]

Wu Qi's mental strength was so strong, he clearly sensed that after that person stood still, he saw that his opponent was himself. The surprise that flashed on his face and the cold murderous intent in his eyes, although he hid it well, it couldn't be more obvious in Wu Qilai.

"This time I am competing with Taoist friends, just to complete the hope of the sect, the two of us will have a discussion, and we will stop at the point and divide the victory and defeat. If your strength is not as good as that of a Taoist friend, you will not be entangled with a Taoist friend. ”

This Mao Dao Zongsheng is delicate, and he is wearing a scholar's robe, if he doesn't know this person, he is afraid that he will be deceived by his performance. It's a pity that Wu Qi knew it from the beginning.

After a few thoughts in his heart, Wu Qi suddenly curved the corners of his mouth with a touch of arc, and opened his mouth to reply to the Mao Daozong.

"That's fine, I don't want to fight with others too much and get hurt, after all, it took me many years to cultivate to such a state, if I get injured too badly, it won't be beautiful to lose my cultivation. ”

Hearing Wu Qi's words, that Mao Daozong immediately smiled and nodded yes, but he sneered in his heart.

"Hmph, lose your cultivation? You kid won't even be able to save his life after a while, and you still have time to worry about your cultivation. ”

"In that case, I also ask Taoist friends to give me advice. ”

Mao Daozong smiled and spoke, the light in his hand flashed, and a pitch-black folding fan appeared in his palm. As soon as the folding fan appeared, there was a ghostly light flashing, and a fierce and sharp aura emanated, as if it was not a fan, but a sharp sword and spiritual weapon. Tiny black wind blades surrounded the fan, and the sharp aura seemed to cut through the void, emanating from a fan, which was terrifying.

"This fan is called the Phantom Blade, it is the best spiritual weapon, and you should be careful. ”

This Mao Daozong didn't know if he was addicted to acting, and he even had to say something to Wu Qi before he made a move.

"Smack"

made a move, and Mao Daozong saw that Wu Qi was expressionless, and he didn't mean to strike first. With a faint smile, the black folding fan in his hand opened as soon as his palm moved.

With a movement of his arm, holding the black folding fan, Mao Daozong gently fanned in the direction where Wu Qi was. The next moment, a terrible scene appeared.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom", "Boom", "Boom............", "Boom", "T

The sky was full of ink, and wind blades like black scimitars erupted from the small folding fan, truly forming the momentum of cutting the void, and swept towards the space where Wu Qi was.

At this moment, the young man who looked like a scholar revealed his cultivation, and in the late stage of the Jiedan, he was actually a great master in the late stage of the Jiedan.

If you don't do it, it's enough, and if you do it, it's a big killer move.

This Mao Daozong was still polite and polite before, putting on a bright and upright appearance, but he didn't want to make such a huge move as soon as he made a move.

The people who were watching the battle outside secretly cursed shamelessly when they saw this. This guy has the cultivation of the late stage of the Ming Dan, and he controls the best spiritual weapon, so he actually puts on that kind of appearance to a monk in the middle stage of the Dan.

The pitch-black wind blades in the sky did not exist at all, and the entire sky was covered by those wind blades, giving Wu Qi no place to hide.

"Hey, hey"

Behind the Sky Wind Blade, the Mao Dao Sect sneered a few times, and his figure disappeared out of thin air.

In an instant, behind Wu Qi's body, the space fluctuated, and Mao Daozong's figure appeared. At this moment, there was an undisguised killing intent and sneer on his face, as if he believed that Wu Qi would not be able to escape from his palm at all.

The black folding fan slowly stretched out and pointed at the back of Wu Qi's heart. The best spiritual weapon, held in the hands of a late stage sect master monk of the Jiedan, if he was defenseless and was clicked by him, I was afraid that even the peak monk of the Jiedan would not be able to bear it, and he would have to be seriously injured.

It's not just that Mao Daozong thinks that he has the chance to win, even those who are watching the battle have this thought, the faces of the people of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect are a little difficult, but the other two sects all show happy expressions.

"It's a pity, this kid is so stupid that he would let Mao Daozong, an insidious bastard, strike first. ”

"After all, he is still too young, and the Mao Dao Sect is really too insidious, don't say that this rookie disciple who came out of nowhere. The disciples of the other three sects have suffered a lot from him, and it is rumored that in the Hundred Poison Sect, the disciples who are connected to the peak of the Dan will not easily provoke that guy. ”

"It's over, a genius is about to fall. ”

Outside the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, everyone was talking, and when someone saw that Mao Daozong appeared behind Wu Qi, they immediately came to a conclusion.

In the ring, Mao Daozong was holding a black folding fan and was already about to point to Wu Qihou's heart.

"Boy, remember, it was me Mao Daozong who killed you. If you have an afterlife, pray that you don't meet me again. Hahaha......... Give me death!"

The original form was revealed, and the face of Mao Daozong's scholar immediately became hideous, and with a shock of his palm, an incomparably sharp wind blade immediately spit out from the black folding fan. sneered through the space and drilled into Wu Qi's back heart.

"Bang" "Bang" ......

An extremely shocking scene appeared, in the face of Mao Daozong's abrupt and imposing attack, Wu Qi stood in place in a daze, not even making a gesture of dodging. Even when the wind blade fell, his eyes were still open.

An attack that was enough to seriously injure even a monk in the late stage of the Yudan fell on Wu Qi's body. But there was an inexplicable result that surprised everyone, and there was not a single omission of the dark wind blade in the sky, and all of them fell on Wu Qi's body.

However, none of all the wind blades could cut through even a little bit of Wu Qi's skin, and a faint ghost light emanated from Wu Qi's body. After those wind blades fell on Wu Qi's body, they were like countless raindrops falling on a hard boulder, except for a chaotic sound, no injuries were caused, and the wind blades in the sky finally turned into countless scattered points of light and disappeared into the void.

Even the Mao Daozong who was around Wu Qi's body, the black folding fan was dotted on Wu Qi's back heart, but it only made Wu Qi's body shake slightly. The sharp wind blade that spit out hit Wu Qi's body, breaking inch by inch, turning into a ball of light and dissipating.

"Not good"

When Mao Daozong saw this scene, he immediately fell into astonishment, and his eyes were full of incredulity. At this moment, his heart shook and a strong sense of crisis came to him. Without waiting to think, the body subconsciously retreated.

If the grandmaster of the late stage of the Jiedan wants to retreat, it only takes a moment, and it will be dozens of zhang away.

"Smack"

The moment he retreated, a blood-red light arrived, drawing where he had been. There was a crisp sound, and a tiny crack appeared in the ring.

Don't small this tiny crack, you must know that in the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, every ring has been refined by the three patriarchs themselves, and it has gone through thousands of years. Every thousand years, in the Great Competition of the Three Sects, there will be many genius disciples who will fight on it. The person who can leave traces on it, which one is not a genius who is amazingly talented.

"Impossible, how can this be, you only have the cultivation of the middle stage of Yudan. How can you stop my ghostblade?"

Mao Daozong's elegant and delicate face was full of surprise at the moment, glaring at Wu Qi, he was still immersed in the scene just now. Wu Qi allowed him to attack, but he did not hinder his frontal attack and a sneak attack.

"When you're dead, I'll tell you. ”

Wu Qi replied to Mao Daozong coldly, and with a movement of his arm, the dark red vine body of the corpse vine immediately turned into a blood python and devoured towards Mao Daozong. As soon as the corpse vine moved, Wu Qi unleashed the power of the Netherworld Battle Body and sealed the space around Mao Daozong.

"Hahaha...... You want to kill me, you waste, but you want to kill me when you are in the middle of your cultivation. It's a dream. ”

Mao Daozong completely threw away his disguise, and when he laughed wildly, he was about to use his magic powers to fight with Wu Qi again. But immediately, he found himself incapacitated.

Like the previous few people, Mao Daozong whipped his body with a blood-red whip shadow in front of his eyes.

"Ah......h

A terrible scream sounded, and the corpse vine was pumped on Mao Daozong's body, as if it was pumped into the depths of his soul, which was simply heartbreaking. Immediately, he let out a scream, and at the same time, a cloud of blood mist was also drawn from his body, and then absorbed by the corpse vine.

"Smack"

Another whip hit Mao Daozong's delicate face, and he immediately felt that his essence had disappeared a little.

"Smack"

"Ah, you are looking for death, let me go. ”

"Don't smoke it, I... Recognize..."

"Smack" "Ahhh

Wu Qi seemed to deliberately want to torture Mao Daozong, whenever he wanted to say something to admit defeat, Wu Qi would whip it over and pull his words back.

"Don't be complacent, boy, if you kill me, someone will avenge me. You have become a thorn in the side of the Hundred Poison Sect and the Phantom Sect, a thorn in the flesh, and no matter who you meet next, you will be the one who wants to kill you. Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men, and then every fight you have is a life-and-death fight, hahaha...... You can't live!"

Mao Daozong seemed to know his fate, and after being tortured by Wu Qi, he didn't beg for mercy and admit defeat, and said something that surprised Wu Qi with a wild laugh.

A colossal aura also appeared in Mao Daozong's body, and he wanted to blow himself up, but not all his body. Instead, he blew up his limbs and exerted a kind of self-harming supernatural power, wanting to take the opportunity to severely damage Wu Qi, and then break away from the competition to save his life.

It's a pity that Wu Qi had already expected everything.

"Smack"

The last whip was whipped on Mao Daozong's body, and this whip was different from the previous one. The moment it fell on him, Mao Daozong felt that all the power in his body had been drained, and there was nothing left.

He didn't even have time to scream before he turned into a cloud of blood mist and disappeared into the corpse vine.

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