Mo snorted coldly, and stabbed Wu Qingtao with a sword, the speed was as fast as a breeze, but with a thunderous killing intent!

Wu Qingtao's pupils shrank, and a simple sword actually gave Wu Qingtao the feeling of being in danger, like a storm, pouring out. But Wu Qingtao did not retreat in the face of this sharp sword, but stretched out his Fengyin sword, and the 108,000 jin huge force burst out, and he went forward with an unrivaled force.

Jingling!

The two sharp sword tips were in one place, and the powerful impact shook both of them apart, and they took a few steps back. Mo Qingyan was very surprised, although this sword was not used with all his strength, but the speed was so fast that even in the middle of qi refining, it was difficult to react, but he didn't expect Wu Qingtao not only to react, but the power of the anti-shock transmission to his hand, actually shocked his palm numb, and even trembled a little.

"Hey, the first move. Wu Qingtao said with a smile. The instinctive reaction of the battle was enough for Wu Qingtao to face a lot of tricks. Unless the opponent is really fast to the extreme, Wu Qingtao has no time to react. Once captured by Wu Qingtao's perception, the brain has no time to give instructions, and the body's fighting instinct will also make Wu Qingtao react quickly and make the most correct way to counterattack.

"It seems that you kid is so arrogant, you have real skills. I didn't expect you, an early stage cultivator of the thirty-sixth week of Qi refining, to have such great strength, it's really strange. But even so, there are still ninety-nine moves, and you can't stop it. Mo sneered lightly and rushed forward again, not giving Wu Qingtao a chance to speak at all.

After fighting for more than half a year, my brother will be killed five times today! Wu Qingtao roared angrily in his heart and stepped forward.

Clutch swordsmanship - Yin detachment!

Mo Qingyan is a cultivator of the wind attribute, and his speed is extremely fast, based on this alone, there are very few cultivators in the middle stage of Qi refining who can go through ten moves in Mo Qingyan's hands, but Wu Qingtao has only been refining Qi for thirty-six weeks, and in the early stage of Qi refining, a cultivator in the Qi Gathering Realm can actually keep up with his speed?!? which is really incredible.

"Black Wind Swordsmanship First Form - Wind and Rain are coming!"

Mo Qingyan used his own swordsmanship, the Black Wind Swordsmanship, which was his own original swordsmanship. The first type alone, the wind and rain are coming, it gives Wu Qingtao a feeling that the black clouds are pressing the city and wants to destroy it, and it invisibly gives Wu Qingtao a huge pressure, and he is at a disadvantage in an instant, the offensive is becoming more and more fierce, fierce, and obviously has a trace of artistic conception, wind and rain sword intent.

Wu Qingtao resisted very hard, and the sword was light and agile, but in Mo Qingyan's hands, there was a feeling of heaviness, which made Wu Qingtao have to increase his strength every time he blocked, which was very difficult. Even if it is Wu Qingtao's most skillful sword point, with chocolate, the effect is minimal.

Because Wu Qingtao's understanding of swordsmanship is far inferior to Mo Qingyan. Mo Qingyan's sword intent is as thick and depressing as a black cloud pressing down on a city, and it is as dexterous as a breeze, invisible with the wind, light and heavy freely. There were two times when it wasn't Wu Qingtao's instinctive reaction to fight, and he might have been hit.

Mo Qingyan became more and more frightened the more he fought, and a sword turned into countless sword shadows, stabbing at Wu Qingtao, falling one after another like dense raindrops, the speed was so fast, and the trajectory was elusive.

Wu Qingtao couldn't help but be stunned in the face of the dense sword shadows, and shouted loudly, and a sword went up, clutching swordsmanship Yin and yang, separating yin and yang!

Under Mo Qingyan's astonishment, Wu Qingtao accurately found the most authentic sword in the sword rain, and a sword was pointed on the blade of Mo Qingyan's black long sword, and in an instant, all the sword shadows turned into foam and shattered, Wu Qingtao also took advantage of the situation and returned a sword to Mo Qingyan.

Mo lightly retreated lightly and dodged Wu Qingtao's sword.

"Thirty moves have passed, you better come out with real skills, these alone are not enough for me to warm up. Wu Qingtao raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

"Yes, as you wish. Mo Qingyan's face was solemn, he clenched the black long sword in his hand, and finally became serious, ready to go all out.

As for Yongtian, Yi Zheng, and Yan Kuan and others had already been stunned, it turned out that Shen Liang's death at the hands of Wu Qingtao was not unjust, and many people questioned that Wu Qingtao had killed so many disciples of the Holy Blood Sect, all of which were conspiracy and tricks. It turned out that Wu Qingtao's strength was so much higher than his cultivation, he couldn't be said to be a genius, he could simply be described as a monster.

Wu Qingtao didn't expect that his strength could be improved so much after suppressing his cultivation for so long. Even in the middle stage of Qi refining, there are very few people who are their opponents. However, in the later stage of Qi refining, it is still extremely dangerous. Just now, Wu Qingtao seemed to have simply broken Mo Qingyan's move, but to be able to break that move, in addition to luck, there was also Wu Qingtao's full understanding of swordsmanship.

After all, Wu Qingtao is not like the natives of the Honghuang Continent, who has been cultivating since he was a child. Wu Qingtao has been cultivating for less than two years so far, and the time for practicing the sword is even shorter, if it weren't for Su Xian, a sword immortal, to teach him all the time, Wu Qingtao would not have been able to crack Mo Qingyan's sword so skillfully anyway.

"Next, it's the second form of the Black Wind Sword Technique - the wind rises, and the rain comes!"

Mo lightly said that the strong aura of the whole body exploded, in the later stage of qi refining, the cultivators of the explosion qi realm could achieve a real explosion, and in an instant, exert a strength that exceeded the usual several times!

Wu Qingtao's pupils shrank, and his swordsmanship, which was already difficult to resist, strengthened several times! Mo lightly stabbed with a sword, which caught Wu Qingtao off guard, so he had to retreat again and again, wanting to swing his sword to resist.

It's a pity that Mo lightly said that the sword was like a dragon playing in the water, and the wind swept away, and in an instant, countless sword shadows surrounded Wu Qingtao, and the offensive was really like a storm, extremely violent, and Wu Qingtao's formation was chaotic, and his rough swordsmanship was broken. In just a dozen moves, Wu Qingtao had a few more injuries on his body, although it was not fatal and did not affect Wu Qingtao's combat effectiveness, but it still hurt Wu Qingtao's teeth.

"!!"

Mo shouted lightly, and a sword slapped off the Fengyin Sword in Wu Qingtao's hand, followed by another sword, like the wind to the invisible, the rain fell silently, so fast that he only saw an afterimage, which broke through the air and stabbed Wu Qingtao's throat.

"Hmph! All things are immortal, only I am eternal!

Wu Qingtao was empty, and in the eyes of others, losing his weapon was equivalent to losing half. But Wu Qingtao's strongest thing is not swordsmanship, but his understanding of god-level exercises, the immortal eternal burning scriptures of all things!

Between the electric light and flint, Wu Qingtao sacrificed the Burning Sutra, the method of refining qi All things are made of fire, the method of refining the gods flame red lotus visualizes Dafa, burns the aura in the body, turns into the fire of the red lotus, reveals Wu Qingtao's body, and gathers a lotus-shaped flame at Wu Qingtao's feet, scorching and burning. There were also countless flames erupting from Wu Qingtao's pores, eyes, mouth, nose, and even ears, and countless flames were intertwined, condensing into a raging flame phantom, holding a halberd, stopping Mo Qingyan's sword.

Burning Sutra, Red Lotus Fire, release it with all your might!

"Hey, hey, seventy-first move. ”