Updated: 2013-07-11

In an extremely dark stone cave on the Unicorn Peak, where the light is sparse and the environment is quite gloomy, the bonfire crackles and burns, the dull flames dance weakly, and the vision is suppressed and hazy.

Looking through the vague and gloomy tunnel, you can see several black shadows sitting around the campfire in the darkness, one of which is the leader of the black cloth mask, the wide black robe shrouds his body, an eerie and fierce aura, slowly emanating from his body.

The atmosphere in the cave was a little depressing, and after a long while, the sitting black shadow raised his arm, stretched out his sleeve robe with a pale palm, picked up a dry branch and picked up the flames, which made the light slightly better.

"Elder Zhao Soul has already confronted that old thing from Mo Ling?" a hoarse and indifferent voice came from under the black robe.

"Well, it should have been handed over by now. In the room, a dark shadow on the left side moved, and a deep voice was heard.

"That old thing of Mo Ling hunted a thunderous eagle, and he did bring his disciples to condense martial arts, it seems that the information provided by the eyeliner this time is true. ”

"Jie Ji, then let's wait to make meritorious contributions to the martial arts meeting. The black shadow at the head was silent for a moment, and said with a grim smile.

"Boss, can we do it now? A dark shadow asked impatiently.

"Don't be in a hurry, wait for the third child to report back, find out their situation and then make the next step, have you forgotten the lesson of twenty years ago?"

"Twenty years ago, hmph, I'm afraid that there will be no second Xun Changfeng in his Giant Seal Martial Arts Pavilion!" The people on the side snorted disapprovingly, obviously still haunting this past.

"Be careful with the Ten Thousand Year Ship, let's wait and see. ”

There was silence in the dark hole again......

In the afternoon, the sun pass through the branches shrouded in the air, spreading a remnant on the mountain, Mo Ling stared at Zhao Soul not far away, and the fist under the sleeve robe was secretly clenched.

A ray of light fell on Mo Ling's old face, and his razor-sharp eyes didn't blink, staring at Zhao Soul's every move.

This time it's really a tough battle!

"Could it be that the Yang Wu Society has been planning for a long time, and Zhilu Dao himself will bring his disciples here today to hunt demon beasts to deliberately block him here, so wouldn't it be troublesome to say that Xun Qiu and Feng Ayaluo are here?!"

Thinking of this, Mo Ling suddenly raised his head, his calm and easy-going face was cloudy, with a fierce look, and then he stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and he actually took the initiative to rush towards Zhao Soul!

"What a death!"

Seeing that Mo Ling actually took the initiative to rush over, a grim sneer also appeared on Zhao Soul's face.

With a sharp step, the powerful Gangyuan fluctuations surged out of his body, and the gravel on the ground was blown and rolled up. A trace of hideousness flashed in Zhao Soul's eyes, and then a punch suddenly blasted out, and a low sonic boom sounded.

With a fierce fist, in Mo Ling's suddenly shrunken pupils, a majestic attack was projected, he instinctively punched a block, and the next moment he only heard a loud sound like a gold and iron strike, and the two people who fought were already defending themselves!

Bang!

Mo Ling's fists suddenly poked out, and his body quickly moved sideways to the right, and with a hula, the iron fist slashed against Zhao Soul's arms. Then he bent his arm, shook it fiercely, and slammed a hook punch straight into the opponent's temple, and the violent force actually flipped the hat on Zhao Soul's head to the ground.

With a bend of five fingers, the nails of the two palms swelled by three feet, glowing with black light. At the moment when Mo Ling made a move, Zhao Soul's eyes also flashed a fierce light, like a ghost's clawed hands swallowing evil colors, and tearing at Mo Ling's neck fiercely, his attack was tricky, his attack position was fierce, and he was familiar with the road!

Bones!

Seeing Mo Ling's iron fist attack on the head, Zhao Soul's neck stretched out suddenly, and he immediately bent one hundred and eighty degrees to his back! The whole neck was as soft as a noodle, and he dodged a killing punch hanging and hanging.

Dodging a blow, the Gangyuan storm that drove it still cut the neck with a tingling pain, the angry Zhao Soul clenched his teeth, and the thick black Gangyuan condensed layer by layer in the palm of his right hand, and without hesitation, he slashed down with a claw, and the direction was slightly deviated, and it tore at Mo Ling's shoulder nearby.

"Humph!"

Mo Ling, who failed to snort coldly, shook his right arm, and his wide sleeved robe seemed to be blowing into the air, and it immediately filled up, and his entire shoulder shrank inward, driving the opponent's body to move forward and backward.

The moment Zhao Soul leaned forward, the killing intent flashed in Mo Ling's eyes, and he suddenly raised his knee and stomped on the former's chest fiercely!

Tear!

Zhao Soul's eyes tightened, hooked Mo Ling's right claw and probed inward, and the sharp edge immediately pierced into the robe, and the free left palm hurriedly slapped the knee that the other party hit.

Bang!

The left palm that reached out slapped heavily on Mo Ling's knee, and the sharp pain immediately came from the knee, and it felt like hitting the rock.

However, this blow still broke through Zhao Soul's defense, and with the help of the opportunity when he pulled out the gap, Mo Ling quickly stabilized his body, stretched out his calf, and lifted it to Lu again, and above his right leg, all Gang Yuan surged out and threw it over!

Boom!

The limbs collided, and a strong wind spread out, and the violent fluctuations of vitality made both of them breathless for a while.

Mo Ling's shoulders shook violently, and the robe on his entire left arm was torn off from his shoulder, revealing five bright red scratches on his left arm, and the flesh had been torn open three fingers, dripping with blood.

And that Zhao Soul staggered back violently, the clothes on his chest had been shredded by the excited Gang Yuan, his chest rose and fell violently, and then he coughed heavily, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Old Zamao, it seems that your skills have grown again. ”

Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhao Soul let out a warning gloomy roar from the depths of his throat, and then, a violent qi, like river water after opening a valve, rushed up from his body.

His face was tense, and Zhao Soul immediately put his fingers together, and the majestic Gangyuan quickly condensed on his fingers, crackling, the clothes on his arms burst open, and the flying strips of cloth turned into fragments.

Drink!

With a roar, his feet twisted hard, and the ground immediately collapsed for three points, and a wave of majestic black Gangyuan exploded from his body, like a bomb detonating, stirring up a large puff of dust, and Zhao Soul's thin figure was even more blurry in the flying dust.

"Undead Claw!"

A figure, like a whirlwind, pierced the sand and dust, dozens of steps in length, almost in the blink of an eye, the fierce offensive also surrounded Mo Ling layer by layer in an instant, and between the collision of the majestic Gangyuan, a low muffled sound erupted.

Zhao Soul's eyes became more and more gloomy, and his arms turned into carbon black, slender as bones, densely covered with an eerie and dead atmosphere. His palms skyrocketed by three points out of thin air, and his fingertips stretched forward more than four fingers, and at the same time as he suddenly shouted, those dark Gangyuan were condensed into a series of zigzag demon patterns, and between the extension of the demon patterns, a scalp-numbing roar of the revenant soul was immediately heard.

Blasted out, like a soul scythe-like claw wind, slashing directly at Mo Ling's neck!

The undead claw, a high-grade martial art of Xuantong, and a dark technique, can change the material composition of the arms within a certain period of time, incarnating into a soul hook claw, and those who are hit by it will not only cause physical damage, but also considerable damage to the soul.

At this moment, even Mo Ling was a warning in his heart!

His eyes were extremely turned, his body stagnated for a moment, but Mo Ling's face was extremely solemn, he was not unfamiliar with Zhao Soul's move, and the strange attributes were quite tricky to deal with.

With a ruthless expression, Mo Ling did not hesitate. With his hands raised violently, his ten fingers quickly intertwined, and an extremely brilliant Gangyuan luster erupted in front of him, and in an instant, these lusters condensed into a thick rock mountain, with a dazzling luster of energy fluctuations, coming out of it.

"Mountain Spirit Palm!"

With a roar, Mo Ling pushed forward vigorously with both palms, and the condensed mountain shadow attacked fiercely, colliding with the ushered claw.

Bang!

The sound of explosion resounded through the mountainside, and an ancient pine tree on the side was immediately uprooted, and the debris stirred up was like a speeding meteor, shooting out in all directions.

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