Although Moyuan's stroke is long, it will eventually be waved, just like the sky is going to rain and the mother is going to get married.

This one is really natural.

An ink river stretched in front of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, the whirlpool in the river surged, and the water waves kept rushing towards the Northern Meditation Cultivator, not like a babbling stream, but like a storm-ravaged sea.

Spiritual ink is a special way of existence of spiritual power, and after all, it will be affected by the master's spiritual power cultivation, and it is extremely difficult for Mo Yuan to create such a huge momentum with third-order spiritual power.

Several disciples of Momei Villa who were watching the battle from the sidelines let out exclaims, and a disciple with poor cultivation scratched his head a little ashamedly, secretly saying in his heart that he would be on par with the junior brother in the future.

Mo Qing shook his head a little dissatisfied.

She has the highest cultivation among the disciples of the mountain villa, and she also knows the most about Mo Yuan, how can she not see that in order to swing this fusion and harmony stroke, Mo Yuan has almost exhausted all the spiritual ink that can be used, but in order to only overwhelm the Northern Meditation Cultivation with the greatest momentum.

This way of fighting is too confident, too inattentive to the opponent, and only if the opponent survives his attack, he will only lose.

This is why young people who don't think about it will use it rashly when they don't know the details of their opponents.

However, she was very happy that her brother had this kind of momentum, although this offensive was immature and the weakness was obvious.

At this time, Bei Mingxiu's eyes were also attracted by the great river of spiritual ink that was getting closer and closer to him.

With just a glance, he saw the flaws in Moyuan's offensive.

The momentum infused by Mo Yuan when he put down the pen was too huge, like the sea swallowing the heavens and the earth, but his own spiritual power was not enough to exert such a powerful attack, and turning into a rushing ink river was already his limit.

The spirit of the ink has a spirit, and it can change freely according to the owner's will, but if the will is far above its limit, it is like forcibly carrying a lake in a small pond, and the offensive will inevitably be a little strong and dry.

Looking at the ink river that was getting closer and closer, Bei Mingxiu closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

The reason why he opened his eyes again was to give Mo Yuan some face, so that this kid would not think that he was being despised again, and then stalk him.

He has practiced heaven and humanity since he was a child, and his perception of the outside world is as natural as eating and drinking, and he does not need to close his eyes to meditate, and he can completely understand the turbulent Mo River that is attacking in this very short time.

Although the accuracy may be skewed, if the opponent is Moyuan, it is enough.

Wisps of sword intent came out from the Cold Underworld Sword, swaying and swaying, as if it was a weed swaying in the wind, weak and lonely.

But just after this sword intent appeared, countless wisps of sword intent bloomed on the Cold Darkness Sword.

Bei Ming Xiu swung his sword, and countless incomparably wonderful sword moves continued to appear in his hands, and the sword intent also danced with it, gradually meeting Mohe.

The sound of tearing the air kept ringing in the ears of everyone in Momei Villa, with a different kind of rhythm.

The disciple who was only under Mo Qing bowed his head in shame, thinking that if he faced this offensive by himself, it would take a lot of effort to break it, but soon he remembered the master's teachings, so he was even more ashamed, and watched intently the battle between his little junior disciple and the Northern Meditation Cultivator, looking for a place where he could learn.

Some of the female disciples' eyes were full of brilliance, and Wei Yi even looked intently at the sword moves of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

The swordsmanship of the Northern Meditation Cultivator is extremely elegant and agile, coupled with his own appearance of heaven and man, it adds up to an absolute attraction, and there are many spring hearts rippling for a while.

Mo Qing looked at Mo Yuan's still scrappy little face, and shook his head helplessly.

Except for Ming Dao and Mr. Wen Liu, who were also watching the battle, she was the only one here who discovered the truth of this battle.

As soon as the sword intent of the Northern Meditation Cultivator met the waves of the Mo River, it was able to easily cut off that wave directly, without even leaving any time for the ink source to perceive.

The swordsmanship in his hand is of course wonderful, but it is also accompanied by the sword intent condensed into the sword, which seems to sway out one by one sword moves, only to compete with Mohe, but in fact, the sword intent on the sword body has not leaked at all. In other words, his swordsmanship was completely performing, and he also strengthened his momentum with the help of sword intent, which made Mo Yuan in the middle of it without knowing it.

The sword intent he really used to attack emanated from his body, silently lurking within a foot of his body, but he didn't take the initiative to attack, just waiting for the ink source to control the spiritual ink attack, and then directly wear out the attack.

Mo Qing thought to himself that if he was looking at the Northern Meditation Cultivator's response from Mo Yuan's point of view, he might not be able to see the doorway. First Chinese Network

Seeing that Mo Yuan was still working hard to guide Ling Mo to try to break through the sword move defense of the Northern Meditation Cultivator in various ways, she couldn't help but show a smile.

Although Mo Yuan couldn't see that the other party was releasing water, he did fight very happily, and I believe that he could also learn something in this battle.

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Bei Ming Xiu chose to use his sword to respond to Mo Yuan, not only to interfere with his judgment, but also because he also wanted to sharpen his sword.

In the battle with Mo Yuan, he used almost all the sword moves he knew, even including the Cangying Sword Technique, which had not yet been fully finalized.

He observed and felt his sword in the process, which was also a way for himself to break through with the sword.

He still likes Mo Yuan's little sparring partner, he is much smarter than the four monkeys on the Shoreless Sword Peak, and he knows how to find opportunities to win, if his opponent today is not him but another real fourth-order cultivator, he may be able to win a wonderful victory.

Seeing that a lot of beads of sweat had already appeared on the forehead of Mo Yuan on the opposite side, Bei Ming Xiu knew that it was time.

The Cold Darkness Sword made a sword move, and the blade of the sword pierced through the Mo River, which had almost faded and was about to disappear, like a swift wind and thunder, and appeared in front of Mo Yuan in the next second.

Before Mo Yuan could react, the hilt of the Stygian Sword was already pressed against his throat.

Bei Mingxiu's heart moved, and the sword intent cut a few gaps in his clothes, and then wiped away the "sweat" that had just condensed with the cold qi of Bei Ming on his face, and said with emotion: "It's really not easy to win against you. ”

Mo Yuan's face turned red, and he looked at the cold sword with a chill in front of him in disbelief, and he only felt that the other party was just lucky, and he held out for a while longer than him, so he wanted to argue and compete again.

But his hand holding the pen was still trembling, and the spiritual ink had already run out, and he was powerless to fight.

Recalling the sword moves that seemed to flow continuously in the battle, Mo Yuan took a deep breath, and although he was still a little unconvinced, he still said, "I lost." ”

Seeing that Mo Yuan was not making trouble, Mo Qing felt very relieved, rubbed his hair, which was a little messy because of the excitement in the battle, and said, "Let's stop here today, there will be a chance next time." ”

Mo Yuan snorted, then pointed to the Northern Meditation Cultivator and announced, "Next time, I will definitely defeat you." ”

Bei Ming Xiu smiled helplessly, if this kid knew the truth of the battle, he might be angry.

Bei Ming Xiu nodded at Mo Yuan, and walked in the direction of Mo Meilin amid the cheers of the young girl.

Mo Qing had something to ask him, so he chased after him.

The remaining disciples of Momei Villa left separately and began to absorb the insights after observing this battle, and perhaps many of them could get inspiration from it, whether it was cultivation or other aspects.

And farther away, Ming Dao and Mr. Wen Liu have already left.

This seemingly magnificent battle is nothing more than a child's play in their eyes.

"Bei Ming will control his strength very well, just now he was able to suppress Xiao Yuan, making him think that he was only slightly inferior, but he never grasped the opportunity that was close in front of him. Ming Dao sighed, "If he does it with all his might, it may be beyond our imagination." ”

Mr. Wen Liu stretched his waist and said, "Indeed, but I think my son still has to beat and beat, and as he is now, he can make a lot of enemies if he goes out for a few days." ”

She looked at the fierce sunlight in the sky, was a little displeased, shook her head and said, "It's a little hot, I'll go back to the room first." ”

Ming Dao smiled: "Senior sister's painting hasn't been finished yet?"

Mr. Wen Liu glanced at him and said, "I'll still be wandering around outside before I finish painting?"

She knocked on Ming Dao's head and said with a smile: "Forget it, you have only been called back for a long time, it is normal not to know, in this case, the task of teaching the boy of the Northern Underworld family is entrusted to you." ”

Ming Dao was about to answer, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly argued: "No, didn't you just say that everyone was together?"

Mr. Wen Liu hummed a little song and went back to the room, ignoring it.