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The Wind Hermit swung his sword to block the sword light from the ink clouds.

In his opinion, that dead ghost Mo Sangui was the Holy Lord of the Holy City.

The same saint is called a stunt, but that's it.

With a wave of his hand, he can slash the sword light.

Even if you can't, show a little, but it doesn't matter.

The vestments on your body can be easily defended, and you don't want to hurt yourself at all.

But who knows.

Now this guy's sword light that seems to be sent out in a hurry will be so powerful.

The sword in his hand can't withstand such power.

Break in an instant.

The remnants of the sword flashed, slashing at the white clothes of the Wind Hermit, but there was nothing at all.

This time it scared the wind hermit.

How far the dodge floated out, and there were palpitations.

From time to time, he looked at the place where the magic robe was slashed by the sword light, and made sure that there was no damage, so he let out a long breath.

In my heart, I sighed that this person was much stronger than that dead ghost!

couldn't help but squint at Mo Yunqi.

Is this person so powerful?

It's the same as the dead ghost.

It looks almost, but unexpectedly can't stop it.

Look down at the hand to break the sword stubble.

It was not broken by the brute force of the sword light.

The incision was smooth, and it was actually cut by the sword light.

It can also be seen that this person is different from that guy.

People who have the ability to kill themselves.

Turn your head to look at the rocks.

It was not deliberately arranged.

I want to borrow a knife to kill someone.

From the beginning to the end, they didn't want to let me go.

That dead ghost is good enough.

But there are so many sword lights that are not terrifying to this person.

Hide until this time to shoot.

What do you mean?

There is reason to suspect that the old enemy is going to deal with him!

I can't help but look at my own vestments.

The place where the sword light was blocked just now.

Fortunately, it was strong enough to block it.

But at this moment, he has no bottom in his heart.

This kind of sword light cut off the sword in his hand before slashing to the magic robe.

If you cut directly to the vestment, there will be no damage.

The guy in front of him didn't mean it.

You want to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger!

This person is so powerful, but he has been hiding and not moving.

A guy whose status is not as good as the person before is actually hiding behind.

The reason is unreasonable!

If someone else is changed, he will be sent to fight a long time ago.

Is it the finale, you have to be caught off guard!

If so, it must have been arranged by that person.

Such a lowly person has such ability, and he can't be instructed to turn around!

But this is not the case!

For a moment, the Wind Hermit hesitated.

I'm afraid that there will be a trap, so I have to see if I want to talk about it.

"Holy Lord...... Holy Lord ......"

The monks on this side of the Holy City were excited.

The power of a sword.

It's exactly the same as Mo San, and it's still powerful.

What does it mean?

The Holy Posture has really shifted.

Mo Yunqi hugged Mo San's corpse.

The old return to heaven, the new to the world.

One goes, one comes.

Perhaps by some coincidence, the holy posture shifted.

Providence so.

The holy city is immortal.

Ancestors!

As for how the Holy Posture was transferred and what conditions were required, no one cared.

As long as there is a holy lord again in the holy city.

The Monks of the Holy City are like regaining their self-confidence.

The backbone has been regained.

Yell!

A new Lord has appeared.

See, hear, and what could be more persuasive.

Hearing Mo Yunqi reciting the sage's words, he saw the sword light waving his hand, which was far more powerful than the previous Mo San.

Especially when Mo Yunqi turned his head, the black holy characters on his forehead had a different kind of pale gold.

The holy word that is different from Mo San.

Looking sacred, Ling Ran is inviolable.

The old and the new!

"Became ......"

Mo Yunqi heard the cries of the monks of the Holy City all around.

That sentence of the Holy Lord made his heart have mixed feelings.

Something you've always dreamed of.

From then on, he was also a superior person in the Holy City.

Tears almost burst out of his eyes, choking and tilting his head slightly to prevent his emotions from getting out of control.

Are you going to get ahead after all?

Suddenly, I woke up from my dream in a trance.

This is where it is.

Battlefield!

It's not the time, you can't get carried away.

The Holy Lord is in the likeness of the Holy Lord.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to convince the public.

He gave it all and turned his head to look at the rocks.

The gratitude is palpable!

Without him, there would be no current self.

This kindness cannot be repaid.

Mo Yunqi believes that rocks can create miracles and erase miracles.

That is, he can make himself the holy lord of the holy city, high above.

You can easily let yourself fall into the abyss.

Or even erase yourself.

With the inkstone in hand, you can also use ink.

That scene, looking back, is so unreal.

He can do miracles at will.

A holy lord was too simple for him.

It's a matter of randomness.

Grab a child of the Mo family and tell him that he wants to make him the new Holy Lord, and I believe that no one will resist.

Comparing the heart to the heart, it is very easy to understand.

It all feels like a world away.

Spit can get ink.

Who can do that.

Holy Lord!

Hehe, he is the real Holy Lord!

A person who can perform miracles is the Holy Lord.

You can't get carried away.

If you can't tell the truth, you'll die a miserable death.

Rock saw the stupid ink cloud rising, and quickly shook his head.

What is this guy doing!

How to look at the appearance of children's affection.

Stuck in it and unable to extricate yourself?

Damn something, told you to calm down, calm down, calm down again.

Knocked unconscious by pie falling from the sky?

What are you thinking?

At this moment, there can be no mistakes.

I finally pushed you to the position of the Holy Lord of the Holy City.

Don't try it at the moment.

Consolidate it.

What are you waiting for!

Don't you see that there are still monks in the Holy City watching!

What to say.

It means that people still don't trust you!

Hurry up and show them a little bit of means.

Only when the hearts of people are held can he be regarded as the true Holy Lord.

Think long-term!

Don't be short-sighted!

Otherwise, he is just an ordinary person after all.

Do you think everyone will listen to you because of this?

No kidding.

People are not stupid.

Especially those who originally received the benefits of Mo San, it is impossible for them to return to their hearts immediately.

For these people, it's hard to get your heart shut.

Either high pressure or enveloping.

Now is the time for you to use your means.

Don't expect to ask for everything.

These are all things you have to do.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to gain a foothold.

What kind of diversion of the Holy Lord, deceptive tricks, you can't take it seriously.

If you take it seriously.

That's a bad thing.

I deceived myself, but I am the biggest fool in the world.

Mo Yunqi shook his head when he saw the rock, and instantly understood that his position was not strong enough.

Don't get carried away!

It's just that some people know it, but it doesn't mean that all the monks of the Holy City are obedient.

That's it, it's already this point anyway.

If you don't do it, you have to do it, and you have to do it.

Again.

Make progress a little faster.

The seat of the Lord belongs to me.

Mo Yunqi thought silently in his heart.

The sword in his hand holds a sword flower, and the sword points to the wind hermit.

With a solemn expression, he opened his mouth and came.

"The sage said: repay grievances with virtue, how can you repay virtue ......"

Mo Yunqi swung his sword again, and the sage said, but it was not a little more than Mo San.

There was a complete quote.

The key is to follow his words.

With a wave of his hand, characters fluttered in front of him.

The black characters disassemble themselves.

Every stroke is a sword light.

It is conceivable that such a saint quotes.

When Mo Yunqi finished reading, there were characters dismantling in front of him.

The sword light is complicated, and the chaos is flying.

Such a situation stunned the Holy City monks.

How Mo San used the sage is vivid.

But the ink clouds in front of him have completely changed.

It's scary to watch.

Far more than Mo San.

The complete quotations of the saint accompanied the saint said.

This was followed by a qualitative change.

The sword light that waved out was too scary.

Countless sword lights flickered, overwhelming the sky.

Fortunately, Mo Yunqi at this moment is not skilled at all.

Watching the sword light flicker, it was terrifying.

But in fact, it doesn't work.

There is not one in ten sword lights that really reach the front of the Wind Hermit.

However, even if there is only one, it is enough.

In such a situation, even the wind hermits were frightened.

I wanted to run away, but it was too late.

I had to swing my sword to resist, and I lost a lot of magic clothes on my body.

Resisted twice, and escaped again.

Even if the ordinary sword weapon in his hand is broken, it will not hurt himself.

But it was only a moment of effort, and a few swords had already been changed.

Pi is tired of coping!

Immediately frowned.

Can't stay any longer.

Something is going to happen.

This guy is much better than the one before.

It is also because it can be seen that people are not skilled, otherwise it would never be like this.

Maybe I'm lying down now.

The thought of such a result scares the spirit.

Once the guy in front of you gets skilled

I don't have a reliable means to fight it.

And he also saw that Mo Yunqi's rustiness was slowly changing.

Over time, it doesn't necessarily stay that way.

If you don't get it right, it's an injury.

Maybe it's really going to fold here.

The problem is that there's another guy next to him staring at him.

Don't think that people really will keep their word.

That's on the condition of wanting to wait.

Once you lose your combat effectiveness, you will see if others will fall into the ground.

I'm afraid I'll come to harvest my head as soon as possible.

Could it be that the guy arranged it on purpose.

Say let me go.

But if he is stopped and killed by others, it is not considered that he has broken his promise.

It's possible!

Walk.

The Wind Hermit did not hesitate to choose to run away.

If you don't leave now, when will you stay!

Bang bang bang.

Among the monks of the oblique Holy City, he was wearing a magic robe.

Hit it hard.

It's really a rampage.

The Holy City monks scurried in all directions, and countless people were injured.

There was no way, and he didn't want to.

It's important to run for your life alone.

I can't care so much about it.

"Get out of the way and ......"

Mo Yunqi was emotional.

Ran away.

The guy ran away.

Excited!

Such a powerful character is afraid of himself.

him!

Kill him!

Shouted for the Holy City monks to get out of the way.

There is really a posture of a superior person.

Got into the role so quickly.

The Holy Lord of the Holy City is himself.

Give orders, don't dare to disobey.

Wow

The monks of the Holy City went to both sides, not daring to stop the wind hermits.

It's horrible.

Injuries on impact.

You can't make a hard touch.

What's more, the new Holy Lord called out of the way.

Hey, it's better to be a new Lord!

For the sake of your subordinates.

If it was the Three Holy Masters of Mo, this was the time to fight hard.

Never call out of the way.

Instead, it will rush to stop people.

That's a big difference.

Well, this Holy Lord is good to his subordinates!

It's good for us to support it!

You don't have to work hard all the time, and you can't get any benefits.