The momentum of the tiger is better than that of the leopard!

But fortunately, it has not yet broken through the top realm.

First-class masters are also strong and weak!

Martial arts practice, the further back the gap becomes, the third-rate realm, open up a canon, and open up the eleven canons, the strength of the internal force is not the same, the second-rate realm, open up a strange scripture, compared to the five strange scriptures, it is much worse.

In the realm of first-class masters, although only the second pulse of Ren Du is blocked in front of him, this level is like a moat, blocking the way of countless first-class masters.

There is danger in rushing through the pass, and if you are not careful, you will be killed on the spot.

If you want to smoothly open up the second pulse of Ren Du, in terms of strong true qi and purity and control, you must reach a very high level.

The true qi in the body of the first-class master is condensed like water, and the top master is as pure as steel, not to mention the control of the true qi of the top master, the combat power that a point of true qi can exert is much stronger than that of a first-rate master!

Gangbao belongs to the ordinary first-class realm, relying on the strength of King Kong's fingers, it has extraordinary combat power, which is a few points worse than the Gangxiang he killed.

But between the gestures of this Ganghu, the vigorous strength came to the face, and the person who pressed was almost suffocated, when it came to strength, he was stronger than the Gang Leopard, and among the first-class masters that Mo Li had fought against, it should be slightly weaker than the old first-class like Kunlun head He Taichong, and a point stronger than the head of Huashan Xian Yutong.

This is a master who is expected to be promoted to the pinnacle in the future!

However, Mo Li breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the reason why he didn't come up and took all his strength to defeat Gangbao, but hid his strength, what he was afraid of was the martial arts of this Ganghu.

If the other party is really a top master, plus Gang Leopard and so many Vajra Sect disciples are embraced, it means that he has excellent swordsmanship and profound internal strength, and he must avoid the edge for the time being.

So he wasn't too arrogant, he just said that whoever beat him with one and a half moves would give way, and what he wanted was for the other party to take turns and give him a chance to break through.

As long as the leopard loses its combat effectiveness, Ganghu is the top master, seeing that he just relies on scheming to win, he will also have a little contempt, at that time, he suddenly burst out with all his strength, and may not be able to kill Ganghu with one blow.

After all, his internal strength is almost to the limit of a first-class master, and the sword intent is a realm that can only be comprehended by a top master, and with the blessing of the two, his instantaneous burst of combat power is definitely not much worse than that of a top master!

Only now, these preparations seem to be useless.

Mo Li looked at the two iron fists rushing towards him, felt the majestic wind brought by the opponent's fist, and slowly put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

This movement was very slow, very slow, and everyone could see the slowness, as if it was too late to draw the sword.

However, in the next moment, a sword roar sounded, like a dragon's groan.

A sword light suddenly lit up, like a heavenly river hanging upside down, stunning and dazzling, brilliant, just like above the nine heavens, the Milky Way fell, a mighty trend, and non-human beings could resist it.

Wudang swordsmanship, flowing clouds and waterfalls!

Everyone was pressed by this sword intent, and a great fear rose from their hearts, and in the face of this sword, they didn't even have the courage to resist!

What an amazing sword!

None of the people present had ever seen such swordsmanship!

In the northwest borderland, although the people are fierce and the martial arts are prosperous, the martial arts inheritance is much inferior to that of the Central Plains, and the top masters rarely have activities here, let alone the top swordsmen who have comprehended the sword intent.

Ganghu's face changed, he never expected that the young man he regarded as his prey a moment ago turned out to be a fierce tiger with hidden fangs, and it was not until this moment that his true face was revealed!

Unstoppable! Absolutely unstoppable!

Facing this amazing sword qi and feeling the irresistible momentum, Ganghu clearly understood in his heart that the vajra finger power he had cultivated for decades was not the opponent of this sword at all!

And the unstoppable result is death!

He doesn't want to die, he still has beauties to marry, and huge wealth waiting to take over.

"Master Sammo help me!"

Ganghu shouted loudly, his voice full of fear.

Sanmo? And the masters?

Mo Li couldn't help but think of this when he heard this, but he didn't care in his heart.

Anyone who makes a move, it's too late to save him at this time!

"Amitabha!"

In the crowd, a Buddha horn suddenly sounded, and the sound contained a different kind of power, and Mo Li couldn't help it, so he followed the sound and saw that among the disciples of the King Kong Sect behind Ganghu, a thin old monk was smiling at Mo Li.

The old monk's eyes were full of divine light, with a charming power, Mo Li only felt that this look was extremely kind, and he couldn't help but want to put down the long sword and listen to the words of the old monk.

Shout!

The meridian sword stopped when it was still an inch away from Ganghu's chest, and the sharp sword aura cut through all the clothes on Ganghu's chest, and red blood slowly seeped out on his skin.

Stop! Stopped!

Ganghu's eyes were filled with great fear and joy for the rest of his life, and he gasped for breath, and his whole body was already wet with cold sweat!

"Thank you, Master, for saving your life!"

Ganghu, who took a few breaths to calm his mind, hurriedly thanked the monk.

The old monk nodded at him slightly, and shouted again: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, donor, don't you still understand?" ”

But seeing that Mo Li was very obedient, he bent down and obediently put the sword on the ground.

Seeing this scene, everyone was taken aback, how could they have expected that the genius boy who had just revealed his peerless swordsmanship and was about to kill Ganghu was at the mercy of others at this moment!

"Young Master Mo!" "Young Master Mo!" ……

Several calls came from the crowd, and it was Old Man Jin, Yue Qing and others.

And Wen Ling'er's mother and daughter pinched the corners of their clothes nervously, just a little bit, so they don't have to be afraid of King Kong Gate anymore!

However, this old monk who suddenly killed destroyed their hopes in one fell swoop and made them fall back into the bottomless abyss.

Without Mo Li, who can save them from fire and water?

"Hahahaha, die to the stinky boy!"

Ganghu smiled proudly, ignoring his injuries, and smashed at the defenseless Mo Li with a punch, but at this moment, the change was abrupt!

But seeing Mo Li's figure flickering, he dodged the iron fist, his toes pointed a little to the ground, and the meridian sword was like an arrow off the string, piercing the old monk with lightning speed!

What!

Ganghu was shocked, but he saw that Mo Liren moved with the sword, turned into a green shadow, and when he arrived in front of the old monk, he pulled out the meridian sword, and when the sword light flashed, he killed Ganghu again.

This sword light sword momentum is ethereal, and the tip of the sword is swaying, making it impossible to predict the trajectory of it, but it is amazingly fast!

Ganghu was shocked in his heart, he had already been frightened by Mo Li's sword, where did he dare to take this sword at this time, he turned around and wanted to flee to the side.

However, how can his body be as fast as Mo Li's body method?

I saw that the sword light flashed away, and when the blood splashed everywhere, the tiger had already fallen to the ground, lifeless.

Mo Li put away his sword and returned it to the sheath, his expression calm.

He stood in a pool of blood, his green shirt, clean and clean, spotless.

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