After a bloody battle, he retreated from Yan Yunqi, Yun Liu'er was happy, but he heard a loud noise, and then scattered colorful light from the west, Yun Liu'er was stunned. That direction, since it is the direction of Mojia Tianshui Villa, Tianshui Villa, how is it?

The Mo brothers noticed it earlier than Yun Liu'er, and in the future, they had time to look at each other, and they took a step ahead of Mo Ming, and used their wonderful body skills to run to Tianshui Villa.

Mo Ming followed, and he was anxious.

Seeing the two leaving, whether it was Yan Yunqi or the guards in the city, they didn't move. The ghost hand Cangfeng walked towards Yun Liu'er, and without waiting for Yun Liu'er to draw his sword, he heard the thief king say: "It seems that your identity is not bad, Lord Zuo Xiang will order you to come to Mo County." ”

Yun Liu'er glanced at the ghost hand Cangfeng, and said disdainfully: "If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't help myself, this kind of Aza thing would be done by you and other rats." ”

As soon as he heard this, the ghost hand Cangfeng couldn't help laughing, but this laugh made Yun Liu'er at a loss.

And in the shadows, there is no knife and a broken gun, one is calm, and the other is anxious to become a monkey.

Without a knife, he rewarded a chestnut with a broken spear, and said: "What are you doing in a hurry? Isn't the second brother already arranging someone? Besides, there are only one or two in the Jindan period in the Sword Sect in the world, and if those dolls who practice qi can hurt Xiao Thirteen, then Xiao Thirteen is not worthy of being a disciple of the master." ”

When he heard the broken gun, he felt reasonable, and then said sadly: "Third brother, you say that you are not angry, why is Xiao Thirteen's life so good? ”

After about half an hour, the two brothers arrived at Tianshui Villa. As far as you can see, where is the mountain gate still the majesty of a big sect in the past, the dragon pillar is destroyed, the plaque is broken, and the stone steps are full of potholes.

Then to Zhuangzhong, the servants and guards suffered heavy casualties, not as good as today's Yanyun Ride.

How Mo Ming didn't recognize the old woman who held the broom back, she always pestered her to listen to the stories under the mountain when she was young. Those few swords have been destroyed, and the men who are hideous in death have also watched themselves practice swords in the martial arts arena many times, begging to learn one and a half moves. The little girl's name should be Lingbo, and when the young man grins, he will reveal that he is missing a tooth······

All kinds of things, what you see in front of you, turn into anger.

Look again, in the sky above the square, a group of white-clothed people stepped on the flying sword, their clothes fluttering, like immortals.

Without waiting for his reaction, Linghu Changkong had already rushed forward before him, but he heard this Asai man shout "Thin Horse"!

A blue light struck, causing Fox Changkong to reach out and hold it, and the sword left by Liu Sanqing was already in his hand. Linghu Changkong urged him to jump up a few feet, and then, the flying sword of the white-clothed man in the air rose, and the height was already beyond the reach of ordinary people.

At this moment, I can't wait to tear off the skin, and as the young master of the Mo family, I torture and kill these unknown people.

However, anger is not worth mentioning in the face of the real disparity in strength.

Several black shadows flashed, and eleven people stood in front of Ying Ruge. Eleven people all had Rakshasa armor on their faces, dressed in black, and barefoot. In his hand, he was not holding a long sword, but a variety of weapons of different styles.

Mo Ming was also surprised, when did such a group of people appear in the Mo family.

But listening to a man in black who was on a dragon's head and had a rickety figure, he could see at a glance that it was an old woman and said in a deep voice: "Two young masters, and retreat first, we have been hiding from the catastrophe for too long, and it is difficult to know the severity of the shot." ”

Ying Ruge was obedient like a milk dog, his body flew back, and when he returned to Mo Ming, he frowned slightly and looked at Mo Ming. And Mo Ming just stared at these eleven people.

Mo Ming suddenly spoke, but the words that came out made Ying Ruge a little surprised.

"Changkong, have you ever crossed paths with the Ghost Venerable of the Dusk Tower?"

What does Mo Ming mean by this? Isn't it, he is too stupid and has been known?

"The Ghost Venerable was followed by thirteen people, who were the thirteen evils of Tianluan, and in the name of the stars, these thirteen were all negative. I feel that these eleven seniors are quite similar to Tianluan and the others. ”

Yingruge didn't know how to answer, he looked at the eleven black-clothed rakshasas carefully, but he could only smile bitterly. What he has done is what his predecessors have done.

Those immortals in the sky are still chic, but the methods of the eleven black-clothed rakshasas are not general. I saw the old woman who was on the dragon head crutch earlier took a long breath, and her abdomen, which originally looked flat, instantly bulged like a pigskin ball. In the next moment, the old woman with the dragon's head crutch roared angrily at the immortals in the sky, like a bat but with a dragon's groan.

Yingruge already understood before the old woman who was on the dragon's head made a move, this is a rare music skill in the world. The old woman with the dragon head crutch made a move, and Yingruge blocked in front of Mo Ming, her arms were spread, and twelve void swords blocked him in a ring.

Sure enough, although the sound wave was directional, it would eventually affect others, and the atmosphere began to tremble for a while. Just as the aftermath was about to affect others, another tall and thin old man coughed, wonderful, the scattered sound waves converged like white pillars of light, concentrating on the immortals in the sky.

The white-clothed immortals each knotted their handprints, and more than a dozen transparent gossip patterns showed various dazzling lights, and no matter how many sound waves collided, there were only microwave ripples on the gossip patterns.

The immortal in the back smiled, and his disdain was fully revealed, but in the next moment, he had to regret it.

A skinny old man leaped into the air, waved his hands, and then landed.

The wind is still there, the clouds are still the same, and the next moment, but the wind and clouds are moving.

Ten immortals made moves to block, and several of them had an extra blood hole in their shoulders, and blood oozed out, sliding a bloody mark on the white and flawless robes.

Even if he was injured, it was fine, except for the young immortal with a disdainful smile, his body was unstable, and he swayed in the air with a flying sword. Fortunately, with the protection of other brothers and sisters, he did not fall.

The young immortal looked at the thin monkey on the ground and the man in black viciously, but he felt that his ears were buzzing, and the pain was unbearable. Subsequently, only listening to "簌簌" and "簌簌", ten sounds of breaking the air came into the human ear. It can be seen with the naked eye, as if the sky has been cut ten times in a moment.

"You, wind and fire sky thunder cone!" The young immortal disregarded his demeanor, and after scolding, he revealed the origin of the thin monkey in black's moves.

The thin monkey old man's voice was helpless, and he replied: "The immortal has been raised, the old man is incompetent, and he can't reproduce the demeanor of the wind, fire and thunder, and the style that injured the immortal is just an ordinary three-edged thunder cone." ”

This kind of explanation, ordinary listening, painless and itchless, the young immortal listened to it, and was angry. If he is injured by a mortal with wind, fire, sky and thunder, he will not lose face in front of his colleagues in the future. But this ant mortal actually said that it was just an ordinary triangular pyramid, even if it had the ability of heavenly thunder, it was only an ordinary triangular pyramid.

The anger was hard to quench, and this young immortal actually had murderous intent again because of this.

With a wave of the sword finger, the sword box behind him opened, and three flying swords flew out of the sword box and shot to the ground in a hurry.

A man in black with a hammer in his hand turned around and spun around, throwing the hammer in his hand towards the flying sword. Martial arts duel, swords are afraid of hammers, but this confrontation, one is a heavenly immortal, and the other is an earthly martial artist. Three swords against the hammer, but seeing the sparks splashing, it was not as the young immortal thought, and the hammer was cut and scrapped by the flying sword.

The hammer hit the ground, smashing out a big hole, and the three flying swords flew back to their masters like defeated roosters.

The young immortal was angry again, and before he could make another killing move, he was stopped by his fellow brother.

"After practicing for nearly a hundred years, he is like a naughty boy in the world, and after returning to the mountain, he should go to the Broken Nian Building to meditate for ten years. ”

The young immortal was even more aggrieved in his heart, but he didn't dare to say much, so he had to fly to the side and wait for the order.

Another white-bearded old man urged the flying sword to land slowly, until it was no more than a foot taller than everyone else before urging the sword to levitate. This man has white hair and white beard, although he has an elder's face, but looking at his skin, his face is radiant and like a teenager. The long sword behind his back, holding the dust in his hand, is a real fairy wind bone.

Ying Ruge looked at it carefully, but he was a little puzzled, why this group of immortal cultivators were different from Shizun and several senior brothers, but in all fairness, just looking at their appearance, these white clothes were more immortal.

I have made friends with Sanqing, drank happily, and my friends told me that whether it is a sword soul or a sword soul, or a sword heart, or a sword heart, or something else, most of them are born, and few are acquired. Even though Liu Sanqing is extremely talented, most of the exercises can be copied for seven or eight points after seeing them once, but after all, he has not really seen Zhiyi.

The difference in talent, even if you work hard, you can't change it, but there is one thing, but there is no talent.

That thing is, to feed war with war, and to fight for the soul of war.

Liu Sanqing once said with a smile that if he had no dust in his heart and no worries, then even if the Ghost Venerable and the Sword Destroying Master were two in one, he would not be his opponent Liu Sanqing. However, the avenue is difficult to understand, and it can't get rid of the dust and be happy, so it's boring after all. Otherwise, you can help Yingru Song refine the immortal body battle soul by yourself, if you meet some bastard immortals one day, you can't beat it, run faster, you can beat it, don't miss this good opportunity to refine the battle soul.

Lingering like a song thinking about this, the eyebrows were slightly hot, just like a mortal meeting an opponent, his hands were itchy.

Looking at the game again, the first old woman who used Yin Gong took a few steps forward with a dragon's head cane and saluted the immortals, and then her tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and said: "The Mo family has been standing in Daye for more than 800 years, and the ancestors and immortals are also the same way. The old man is fortunate to have rubbed a little bit in the Mo family, and he has lived seventy or eighty years longer than the ordinary old woman who has no candles for 70 years······"

When you are older, you are easy to chatter, but ordinary people, where you are used to listening to other people's chatter, will only cause headaches.

"Whether the ancestors of the Mo family are my peers or not, there is no way to investigate, and it is not impossible to see that the ordinary grasshopper is more than two hundred years old," the words fell, and the old immortal waved the dust again, and several winds slashed at the old woman like flying blades. Micro book bar

It was still the man in black with a heavy hammer, who was like a ghost in front of the old woman.

Even if he is a mortal martial artist, after all, the power of the human world is difficult to wrestle with the heavenly immortals. In an instant, the hammer shattered, the person fell backwards, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the combat effectiveness was almost lost.

It was difficult for Ying Ruge to be alone, so he didn't hesitate anymore and said, "Brother, do you know what the relationship between me and the Venerable Dusk Han Lou is?"

Mo Ming was curious, but silent.

"The Venerable Ghost Rider can be the Fox Changkong, and the Fox Changkong is not the Ghost Venerable. Although the words are short, the emotions of the words are extremely restrained. Then, with a loud shout, twelve flying swords of poor shape burst out of the ground of the bluestone slab and surrounded him.

Then, but hearing a phoenix's hiss, a flaming phoenix leaned down from directly above the lingering song.

Mo Ming looked at Ying Ruge, but still didn't say a word.

Lingering like a song, he stepped on the phoenix, and the twelve spirit swords surrounded his body like a protector. With a wave of the singer, the Sky Sword flew and held it in his hand.

A sword move, it is the world's famous move "Baiyun Swordsmanship - Endless Flower Sea", but seeing that the sword qi is divided into two, two into four, until hundreds of thousands exceed thousands, the shape of tens of thousands of sword qi changes again, the shape is like a yellow flower, falling from the sky.

When the group of immortals saw the twelve spirit swords that were like a song, their eyes were immediately full of greed. Isn't it for these spirit swords that I came today?

The real thing is true, but it can't be said. I don't know which one among the immortals said contemptuously: "The grasshopper shakes the tree!"

When the words fell, the flying sword met the ten thousand sword qi. I thought that the flying sword should be like a sickle cutting wheat, but it was ruined by a broken sword.

I don't know why my sword is an immortal in the sky, but a child. If you talk about cultivation, these black-clothed and armored people should all break the five layers of Hongmeng and be the best in the world.

Goodbye gossip patterns of different colors blocked the yellow flowers in the sky, and then the wind struck from the distant sky. When I got closer, I realized that it was not an atmospheric wind, but an extremely pure sword qi.

A sword qi broke the twelve and eight trigram patterns.

The corners of the elder fairy's eyes twitched, and he didn't make any more unnecessary movements, urging the flying sword to rush upward. The group of fellow disciples behind him didn't ask much, and they also urged the flying sword to follow.

The black-clothed masters of the Mo family did not move, but they were unwilling to let the tiger return to the mountain, and the phoenix hissed and chased after the immortals.

"Sky ······" Mo Ming screamed, but he couldn't recall his righteous brother.

A group of white-clothed immortals saw a young master of the Mo family chasing after him with a phoenix, and they couldn't help frowning slightly, but the detailed report didn't say that there were immortal cultivators in Tianshui Villa. Look at this junior, the cultivation will not be bad.

The two young-looking immortals hurriedly turned around and greeted Yingruge, but they saw that the thin horse sword and Cai Wei axe were facing the two, and the sword light was flourishing, and they were merciless.

The two immortals each showed their abilities, one for fire and the other for ice.

But I saw dozens of fireballs flying on one side, and countless ice picks on the other side. Lingering like a song, the body jumped, the burning phoenix turned to ashes in an instant, and the ice and fire touched each other, and it was destroyed.

Subsequently, Yingruge's upper body robe was burned by the fire, and then his black hair turned white, his eyes turned red, and his naked upper body was covered with black demon spots. The body curled up, and then struggled to spread, and the black feather wings on his back broke through the flesh. The Sky Sword and the Picking Rose Axe shook hands again, for the sake of the Demon God's incarnation.

The ghost phoenix is evil, and the Fengting Yaxu dust is ruined!

When the immortals saw the other young master of the Mo family looking like this, they couldn't help but tremble, who is this junior?

Mo Ming, who was standing on the ground, whispered softly: "Linghu is in the sky, lingering like a song, little brother, little brother, who are you?"

Between the words, his eyes changed slightly, and he was a little evil, and if he looked at people, he was afraid that it would inevitably send chills down his spine.

"Quickly retreat!" the elder immortal shouted loudly, but those two ice and fire immortals still had scruples, and they were only dedicated to eliminating demons.

Goodbye ice and fire attacked, lingering Ruge, the corners of his mouth slightly opened, just contempt.

The left hand of the long sky sword, a sword "white cloud dog", the wind is scattered and the clouds gather, the shape is changeable, like a horse and a dog, the fish leaps and the snake swims to the fire fairy. The right hand picks the Wei axe, the sword urges the knife move "Shancheng Ming King Destroys the Wheel Cut", the half-moon blade, the gold is red, and it slashes at the ice fairy.

It's just a sword and a sword, but the juniors in their twenties have forced back two immortals who have practiced for a hundred years. The power is terrifying, and it is hard to look forward to.

Fortunately, another immortal who was as white as Maitreya stepped forward in time and turned into a large bell to wrap the two fellow disciples to spare.

Lingering like a song, the chest is like a fire, this kind of feeling, painful but irresistible. It was the location of the twelve veins, expanding at a rapid pace, and a steady stream of Qi produced throughout the body.

Ying Ruge's right hand was released, and the Picking Rose Axe floated obediently by his side, surrounding his master's side with the other ten spirit swords.

Then he changed the Sky Sword to his right hand, his wrist moved slightly, and he had a beautiful sword flower, and then, a sword stabbed out, straight towards the white fat immortal.

The white fat immortal used extreme tricks, but the immortal power was lacking, and he didn't wait for a reaction, only to feel a slight pain in his neck, and the corpse was in a different place. When his peers saw this change, they were all stunned on the spot.

Ying Ruge licked the residual blood on the sword, and spit it out again.

"Heavenly immortals? Compared to those senior brothers of the deity, they are not more than Er'er. ”

The battlefield was at a high altitude, and Mo Ming on the ground and those black-clothed people couldn't hear what Yingru Song said, but the scene was really shocking. The opponents in black who did their best but used their arms as a car were killed by the new young owner with a sword. I don't know how to sigh, heroes are born as teenagers, or they should be feared in the future.

The demeanor of the elder immortal was lost, but he could only hold back his anger and give an order, "Go!"

One word, how much helplessness. The dignity of the immortal gate may be gone, however, compared with the head on the neck, it is worth a few spirit stones and a few immortal money.

Until everyone left, the haunting song faded away from demonization, and the burning phoenix reappeared, carrying the master on his back.

Lingering like a song slowly landed, the mortal body was tightened after all, and Lingering like a song is now like a body hollowed out, gasping for breath. In order to avoid cracked skin, Fang deliberately guarded it, but now that he thinks about it, after all, his proficiency is still poor, so he can't do whatever he wants with this magic energy.

Mo Ming stepped forward and asked with concern: "Changkong, can you tighten it?"

"It's okay, it's just that this haunting ability is not something I can drive in the fox sky after all, my brother smiled. ”

Mo Ming frowned slightly, how to understand this?

Without waiting to ask again, the eleven black-clothed men of the Mo family walked towards Mo Ming, and then knelt on one knee, still the old man with the dragon's head, and said: "Two young masters, those immortal cultivators can finally surpass the mortal realm, and the old women and others are incompetent and have negative expectations. ”

Mo Ming's eyes changed slightly, moist and affectionate, if the girl saw it, I was afraid that she would have to give her heart to the young master of the Mo family.

"The seniors are serious, even if the martial arts cultivation is even worse, how to compete with the immortals. If it is an ordinary martial artist, the predecessors have their own fighting power, but after all, the other party is an immortal. Then Mo Ming looked at the direction of the departure of the immortals, and couldn't help but sigh, "There are very few immortals who have entered the world, even if there are, how can they fight against them with one as ten." ”

The thin monkey old man who made the triangular pyramid reminded him and said, "The young master, the second young master, is it not the immortal who has entered the world?"

When Mo Ming heard this, his eyes widened, and then he looked at Yingru Song.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Ying Ruge couldn't help but be embarrassed, and replied: "Brother, seniors, Changkong has not stepped into the immortal path, and what he urged is only a lot of spirit swords, and he has stolen a little bit from the Ghost Venerable of the Dusk Cold Building. Without the blessing of these spirit swords, it would be inferior to your predecessors. ”

"If I can make friends with that Ghost Controlling Venerable, I may be able to help my Mo family survive this calamity. The words of the old woman at the head of the group were heard in the ears of the Mo brothers, and the two of them had different tastes.

didn't wait for Mo Ming to arrange anything, but when he heard a dragon groan, a black dragon flew up to the sky from another part of Mo's house, and the momentum was so fierce that he regretted the sky.

Everyone said "Oops" in unison!

Then, each of them flew towards the dragon.