Xu Mao also raised his hand and motioned to the others not to act rashly.

In his heart at the moment, there is also a little Jiujiu.

Mo Xiaoke's strength only needs to pierce the window paper to enter the Yuanying Realm.

After so many days of retreat and cultivation, Xu Mao was still unpredictable about Mo Xiaoke's strength, which just allowed him to fight with Yun Qian and test his reality and reality.

If Mo Xiaoke wins, Xu Mao has the true situation of Mo Xiaoke.

If Mo Xiaoke loses, it will be mocking and suppressing him.

The number one master among the disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion is still Xu Mao.

The five major disciples watched coldly, and Mo Xiaoke and Yun Qian were already facing each other.

The eyes of the two sides looked at each other like electricity, and there was an invisible flash of lightning.

"Yun Qian, you are waiting to be killed now, maybe I will see you in the same door, leave you all corpses, and let you walk decently!"

Mo Xiaoke looked at Yun Qian arrogantly, as if Yun Qian was already a fish on his chopping board, and he could be slaughtered.

Yun Qian raised his eyelids and smiled: "Then I, as a junior sister, have to thank Senior Brother Mo for his kindness?" ”

She shook her head, feeling that Mo Xiaoke was really hopeless.

The thousands of disciples in the audience also began to coax.

"The two major disciples of the Slim Dust Pavilion are fighting among themselves, and the most uncomfortable in their hearts should be Han Lingbo, the elder of the Slim Dust Pavilion!"

"Senior brothers and sisters are in the same room, it's interesting!"

"After all, Mo Xiaoke has been famous for a long time, and Yun Qian is still a little tender!"

"It's hard to say, there are too many mysterious things on Yun Qian's body, Xu Mao can lose, let alone Mo Xiaoke?"

"Don't slander me Senior Brother Mo, Senior Brother Mo is no worse than Xu Mao!"

When Han Lingbo saw this situation, his old face was also calm, and he was speechless.

Xuanyuan Changqing smiled with a strange yin and yang smile: "Senior sister, the Xianchen Pavilion has made great efforts this time, after winning Yunqian, the master of this pavilion will definitely be rewarded!" ”

These words are obviously angry with Han Lingbo, the two major disciples of the Slim Dust Pavilion are in flames, whoever loses and who wins, it is a lose-lose situation for Han Lingbo, and the strength of the Slim Dust Pavilion must also be greatly reduced.

"I don't think it's a reward, the whole sect mourns for seven days, and comforts the virtuous nephew Xuanyuan Chun's spirit in the sky, which is serious!" Han Lingbo glanced at him, and his tone was a little unkind.

"Han Lingbo, shut up, ......" Xuanyuan Changqing heard Xuanyuan Chun's three words, and his old face immediately turned red, and he didn't care about the elders and children, and the identity of the pavilion master, so he scolded.

Xuanyuan Chun is his only son, and his sudden death is an eternal pain in his heart, Han Lingbo used Xuanyuan Chun to fight back against Xuanyuan Changqing, and suddenly lost control of his emotions.

The two looked at each other coldly, and then quickly turned their gaze to the stage, unwilling to look at each other more.

"Mo Xiaoke, you and I will decide life and death with one sword, and there will be a lot less trouble!"

"Okay, but you're the only one who loses!"

Yun Qian and Mo Xiaoke stared at each other, and their ideas had been agreed.

Shoot with all your might, and one blow will determine the winner and loser.

Both of them made the same movement, holding the sword trick in their right hand.

is also a disciple of the Slim Dust Pavilion, Mo Xiaoke is a proud protégé of the Slim Dust Pavilion, and of course he is very proficient in the "Spirit Sword Duel".

Yun Qian's sword technique, his fingers were pinched with sharpness.

And Mo Xiaoke's sword technique has a domineering ferocity.

These are two completely different temperaments.

The same kind of swordsmanship, but with different ways of presenting.

At the moment when the two of them pinched the sword trick, the swords were tense and the atmosphere was very depressing.

The school field instantly fell silent, including the seven great grandmasters in the audience and the six major disciples who retreated to the side to watch the battle, they all held their breath, and they didn't dare to blink their eyes, for fear of missing the wonderful scene.

"Lotus Immortal Seven Styles: Vertical Splitting Huashan!" The Molin Sword turned into a black shadow and flew out, and a blood lotus condensed from the tip of the sword.

"Seven Evils of White Bones: Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood!"

The ghost king sword on Mo Xiaoke's back flew out, and in an instant, the ghosts were full of shadows, blood and qi were entangled, and there was a faint sound of ghosts crying and howling.

There were screams on the school ground, and after a long distance, there were still disciples who were injured by the ghostly evil aura, and rolled to the ground with their heads in their hands, and became a mess.

The five major disciples also put their hands in front of them, used their spiritual power to protect their bodies, and retreated.

Only the Seven Great Masters were powerful, standing in place, looking at the two of them with a surprised expression.

Yun Qian's lotus immortal seven styles are even more gods blocking and killing gods and Buddhas, and their destructive power is incomparable.

In the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion, apart from Han Lingbo himself, Yun Qian was the strongest person to perform the Seven Styles of the Lotus Immortal.

And Mo Xiaoke's White Bone Seven Evil Sword Technique made the Seven Great Masters even more jealous.

That white bone sword was refined from the white bones of gods and demons picked up in the place where the ancient gods and demons fought, and it was extremely evil, containing the remnants of the demons, and the white bone seven evil sword technique was one of the three secret skills of the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion.

Among these three secret techniques, the Nine Heavens Thunder Mantra is the first, the White Bone Seven Demons is the second, and the Lotus Immortal Seven Styles are the third.

In terms of the ranking of secret techniques, the Seven Styles of the Lotus Immortal are the last, and the Seven Evil Spirits of the White Bone are even better.

The Lotus Immortal Seven Styles burst out with lotus-like spiritual power and exploded, producing several times the lethality.

And the Seven Evil Bones of the White Bones, directly attacking the creatures of dozens of zhang square through the evil qi, are even more terrifying.

"Uh......" Yun Qian felt that his eyes were dark, and the whole world entered a void.

"Chatter!" As far away as her ears, there were countless faint ghost horns that made people's ears tingle and heart pain, and dozens of evil ghosts with teeth and claws surrounded her body, as if they wanted to devour her.

It's an illusion!

Yun Qian bit his lip heavily, and the sword technique in his right hand was still pointing forward.

"Boom, boom!" There were earth-shattering loud noises and thunderstorms one after another.

Seeing that it still has the upper hand, it is constantly spreading by the ghost energy.

"Pretty woman, the little raccoon will help you!"

At the moment when he was about to be swallowed by the ghostly qi, a familiar voice came from his ears.

In an instant, the blood lotus condensed again, this time as big as a basket.

"Hey, how can her spiritual power get stronger and stronger?"

Mo Xiaoke let out bursts of evil aura with one hand of the sword, but suddenly felt a more powerful force rushing towards him, and suddenly looked over in surprise.

I saw that on the tip of Yun Qian's sword, a blood lotus the size of a basket was condensed.

Then it expands infinitely, condensing to the size of a vegetable garden.

"Boom!"

"Boom, boom!"

"Poof!"

First there was a muffled thunderous thud, then three loud bangs, and finally a slow, abrupt whispering thunderclap.

It was a terrifying force, and when it exploded, it swept away everything like a tsunami.

This terrifying force spread out in all directions, turning into an unparalleled hurricane, and a "pop" swept and raged.

Mo Xiaoke just flickered for a moment, and his body was the first to be swept away by the terrifying spiritual power, like dust in the wind, with the surging spiritual explosion power, flying out.

The body is shattered, and the soul is scattered.

The other five disciples stood a little farther away, and they had spiritual power to protect their bodies, when that power erupted, Xu Mao, Yelu Qingyun, and Yang Shu were the first to react, and quickly floated backwards, with the power of exploding forward, they flew backwards, but they also spurted blood wildly, fell to the ground, unconscious, and only had half a life left.

And Zhou Xiaoyu and Zuo Zihe were shocked to death on the spot.