The sky was dark and overcast.

A cold whimpering wind swept through the faint smell of blood, spreading.

Inside the land temple, the eyes are full of devastation.

In the clearing, Lu Tu was waiting for him, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Mo Qingyang with a strange aura in front of him, especially the blood-colored long sword that the other party's palm was holding.

His right hand was held in the air.

In the flickering of dazzling ghostly light, a ghostly long knife about six feet long condensed suddenly.

"It's weird that you dare to attack the old man?" Mo Qingyang's voice was low, and his eyes were as black as ink, with a little white light, "Today you will die!" ”

As soon as the words fell.

Airplanes!!

The spear in his hand shuddered violently, and a large gray mist instantly flooded from the tip of the spear, like a living thing, and quickly surrounded his body.

Boom!!

A dull sound suddenly sounded, and the ground under Mo Qingyang's feet exploded on the spot, and his figure suddenly flashed, as if moving on the ground, and disappeared in place in an instant.

When he reappeared, he had already appeared in front of Lu Tu, with a spear in his hand with an astonishing momentum and a strange gray mist, pointing directly at Lu Tu's eyebrows.

Poof!!

The crisp sound of gold and stone intersecting suddenly echoed in the temple, and the ground shook violently, and a large number of sparks flashed.

Lu Tu held the knife in both hands, placed it horizontally on top of his head, and held the blade with his arms motionless, resisting Mo Qingyang's heavy blow.

"That's it?" Lu Tu's eyes were cold, revealing a strong killing intent.

And Mo Qingyang's eyes also shrank suddenly, he didn't expect that the weirdness in front of him could actually resist his blow.

Oooo

Suddenly, Lu Tu exerted force with both hands, and the ghostly long knife brought a gust of evil wind, which swept away from the bottom to the top in the blink of an eye, and the momentum was violent.

For a while, the crisp sound of gold and stone collision in the temple kept ringing, and the ground kept shaking.

The two figures, constantly flickering, accompanied by the ghostly light and red light that flashed from time to time, collided fiercely.

Poof!!

After resisting Mo Qingyang's blow again, Lu Tu's figure flickered, and he turned over and retreated with his strength, standing with a knife in his hand, looking at each other coldly.

Seeing this, Lu Tu's face was solemn, he took a deep breath, his whole body's spiritual power was surging, his body was faintly thick, and his whole body was covered with a faint layer of red light.

At this moment, he did not hesitate to cast the spirit technique-Burning Spirit, and his strength rose a few points again.

"Death to the old man!" At the same time, Mo Qingyang's figure suddenly flickered, and instantly appeared above Lu Tu's head, and he was shot down with a shot.

Its speed was so fast that Lu Tu didn't react for a while, and suddenly an indescribable strong wind hit from the top of his head, and the long hair behind Lu Tu was blown away, and he only felt that his scalp was numb.

The Spiritual Technique-Instant Shadow was used to the extreme, and the whole person was like a red ray, disappearing in place in an instant.

Rumble!!!

A terrifying roar sounded, and a blood-colored spear slammed into the ground, and the ground shook violently like a cow turning over.

Laugh at!!

Suddenly, a red light lit up in the temple, and the red light tore through the airflow, and the temperature in the hall seemed to rise a few points out of thin air.

"Die!" Behind Mo Qingyang, there was a sudden loud shout, followed by a sharp sword light that seemed to be able to tear everything!

Seeing this, he did not hesitate to get up, and his outstretched hands held the blood-colored spear horizontally, and held it upwards hard.

Poop!

The sound of metal crashing that seemed to pierce the heart sounded, Mo Qingyang's figure shook suddenly, and then he stumbled and knelt directly on one knee to the ground, and then was directly split by a strong force.

Oooo

In an instant, there was no other sound in the entire temple, and the red sword light in the sky, accompanied by the sound of metal colliding, occupied the entire hall.

Lu Tu looked crazy, holding the Phantom Light Long Knife in both arms, and slashed towards Mo Qingyang one after another, with no interval between each knife.

Although he doesn't know advanced sword skills, he can outperform all tricks by virtue of his full strength to explode a huge force of nearly tens of thousands of catties.

In the main hall, the blood-colored light flickered violently, and Mo Qingyang quickly met every sword light with a spear in both hands, the flesh and blood between his palms were already blurred, and the corners of his mouth were constantly overflowing with blood.

In the pitch-black pupils, red knife light was reflected one after another, and his face was even more angry.

If he hadn't used the forbidden technique, how could he have been suppressed by the other party.

"Get out of the way of the old man!"

Mo Qingyang suddenly shouted, and an incomparably powerful force suddenly erupted in his body.

He parried the longsword that Lu Tu slashed at again, ricocheting it away, and then the spear slid between his hands, and when it was about to slide out, his hands gripped the iron cast at the bottom, and slashed the spear into an arc and swept forward.

In the temple, Lu Tu's eyes flashed, his toes tapped, and the whole person quickly dodged and dodged the blow.

But at this moment, the blood-colored guns in the sky were also overwhelmingly and quickly.

Before he had time to think about it, the long knife in Lu Tu's hand swung impenetrably, quickly resisting the galloping spear, and his body retreated again and again, as if he was repelled by a huge force.

At the same time, Mo Qingyang jumped on the spot, and rushed directly to the land with a hideous face.

The blood-colored spear in his hand swept fiercely, with a strong wind, and smashed into Lu Tu's waist.

Seeing this, Lu Tu's face turned ruthless, and he no longer dodged, and the long knife in his hand slashed down on the head, and slashed straight at the spear.

Poop!

A huge force that was even stronger than before was transmitted along the blade of the knife and acted on Lu Tu's hands.

The force of this blow was more than doubled, and the powerful force directly cracked Lu Tuhu's mouth, and the long knife was directly forcibly blasted out of his hand and smashed down on the ground on the side.

But at this time, Lu Tu also turned around sharply and kicked Mo Qingyang's wrist fiercely, kicking the spear in his hand away.

As the saying goes, the arm can't twist the thigh!

If Lu Tu's arms can burst out with nearly tens of thousands of catties of tremendous strength under the Spirit Burning Technique, then his legs can burst out with more than twice the strength of his arms under the action of the Spine Dragon.

In the blink of an eye, both sides were knocked down with their weapons.

But neither of them hesitated at all, and rushed straight up, fist to flesh, and fought with bare hands.

But with just a few moves, Lu Tu suffered a big loss.

Blasting it away with another punch, Lu Tu's legs stomped on his waist, his figure flickered, and he turned over and retreated behind him with his strength.

At the same time, he waved his hand.

More than a dozen ghostly light palm prints that appeared out of thin air in the void broke through the air, forcing Mo Qingyang who tried to step forward to retreat.

Standing in place, blood overflowed from the corner of Lu Tu's mouth, and he looked down slightly at the injury that had collapsed in his chest, feeling the hot pain in his chest, and his face was gloomy.

He is not Mo Qingyang's opponent.

Even if the means are combined, it can only be a temporary tie with it.

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If you put it on the shelf, it should be about 300,000 words, according to the rules, you can't eat the recommendation, and if you want to put it on the shelf, it must be this number of words.

So I wrote it slowly, and it was almost two million or so. That's exactly the number of words in the outline plan.

I haven't dared to look at the data, because it's so bad, in case I see the explosion of mentality, after I have no motivation, it is very likely that I will swing the knife again. (After all, if you don't make money, you have to post time and energy, and most people can't stick to it.) ）

Therefore, it is better not to watch, if I don't watch, I don't know, I don't know, it means that everything is fine.

The goal is to honestly finish the story of this book and save the reputation of the eunuch first.