Ling Mo slowly walked up to the stage, turned to look directly at Liu Yueming, and said softly, "I'll compete with you." There was a hint of coldness in her eyes.

Liu Yueming was a little shocked when he saw this woman's light skills, and came back to his senses, "Hanyumen, as far as I know, your forces are not on the ranking of the Chunye Conference." “

A light effort to scare me, I'm not a three-year-old.

He looked at Ling Mo's eyes and raised his eyebrows, "Although the girl covers her face, it doesn't look like this look is any worse, so I will reluctantly play with you and loosen your neck bones." “

Liu Yueming thought that shouting again could scare the girl. But Ling Mo's eyes had no fear at all. He didn't react when he saw the woman, thinking that she didn't know how powerful this dragon fan was.

Suddenly, Liu Yueming opened the folding fan and forced Ling Mo with an arrow step. She leaned back slightly and took three steps back. took a small step to the right, held the ice silk in his right hand, and directly drew a deep mark on Liu Yueming's fan-holding wrist, which was directly displayed on the wrist, and the blood couldn't stop gushing out.

At the same time, Ling Mo accumulated internal strength and quickly knocked the opponent off the stage a few feet with one palm. I'm afraid that if she exerts a little bit of force, this person will directly fall to the place where the top ten power sects are seated.

"One... A trick?"

"It's just one trick?"

She cut off Liu Yueming's wrist meridian. Sun Yong saw Liu Yueming who fell not far away.

At Liu Yueming's wound, frost slowly appeared, and the pain was extremely multiplied. He felt the pain and lay there screaming in grief.

Suddenly, a smell of blood rushed to his throat and spurted out of his mouth, and blood slid down his mouth. Fainted here, unconscious.

"Yuan Yu, ask the disciples of Nancang to help the leader of the Liu Alliance to Xinglin Yuan. Mo Chen commanded.

"Yes. “

No one reacted in time. On the stage, Ling Mo turned around, "You..."

The Nancang disciple who was sitting on the ground saw her eyes facing him, as if he was about to say something, and he also looked at her.

Ling Mo reminded, "Shouldn't you say something?"

I...?

The Nancang disciple was ignorant, and returned to his senses in a trance. He got up and saw the name of the sect on the wooden sign.

"Cold... Hanyu Gate Victory, ranked on... Rise to fifteen. “

Suddenly, a woman rushed forward in the crowd, it was Han Lanyu from Mulin Villa. She had long heard that the Hanyu Sect was a sinister, cunning, and cold-blooded faction. What qualifications do disciples who make a living from assassination have to participate in the Chunye Conference. She had been resentful for a long time, and said angrily to Ling Mo.

"A sect of evil forces that makes a living by assassination is worthy of participating in the Chunye Conference!"

That group of people also knew about the Hanyumen, and they rejected this faction very much.

"Hanyumen is not welcome here!"

On the stage, Ling Mo, hearing their exclusionary words, patted his clothes and dust, and said coldly, "You don't let me send it to the Chunye Conference, because I'm afraid.... Can't you beat it?"

Ling Mo looked at them coldly, and everyone was silent. After all, the competition just now has proved everything.

Han Lanyu heard Ling Mo's cold and arrogant tone, and was instantly annoyed. What kind of crooked and evil ways simply defile the Chunye Conference. She picked up her sword and flew straight to the stage, to compete with Ling Mo.

The jousting begins

Han Lanyu drew his sword and rushed straight towards Ling Mo. In the air, he immediately performed the heart shadow move in Mu Lin's swordsmanship. Her apparitions become two, three, four.

Ling Mo was keenly perceptive, his eyes were fixed on one place, and the ice silk in his right hand was flicked and pulled. Wrapping the opponent's sword and wrist several times, and she pulled it harder, the ice silk tightened, and the opponent's hand couldn't move at all.

Because the cold air had penetrated directly into the skin of her entire arm, Ling Mo then made another effort to throw the other party out a few feet.

As she collected the ice silk, the blade tore open her skin, her skin opened, and blood gushed out. The same situation as Liu Yueming just now is that layers of frost have formed on the injured area, and the cold is so cold that it stings into the bones.

This competition was so fast that before everyone could accept the result of Liu Yueming's defeat, they had already seen Han Lanyu of Mulin Villa defeat fiasco.

"Ice silk!" Sun Yong had already seen the weapon in Ling Mo's hand.

"The Han Jade Gate uses ice silk as a sharp blade, and the cold qi is close to the other party's internal organs..."Mo Chen said what he saw in Yuelou Pavilion a few days ago.

"Mo Shao, you know?"

"I've seen it in books a few days, and I've actually fought with this person. I didn't expect it to be a woman?" Mo Chen said, his eyes locked on this Hanyumen disciple, and he never left for a moment.

"Hands!" Sun Yong, Feng Yanyang, and Xie Nanyan showed panicked looks.

"And what is the purpose of this woman?"

"I don't know about that. “

Participate in the Chunye Conference and investigate the Soul Breaking Sword, what is the conspiracy between them.

In the discussion of several people, Ling Mo has defeated many martial arts warriors on the stage.

"It's too fast. “

Feng Yanyang, who usually talks a lot, felt frightened when he saw this situation, and only said three words simply.

Sun Yong looked at the competition intently, he was sure that this girl's martial arts were far above him, and the ice silk could feel the cold air here, which showed the depth of the internal strength of the person who used it.

"Hmph, I'll meet you with the Zhong Li Gang!" A man resisted a heavy sword and walked up to the Cangya platform, his body was mighty, and as soon as he came on stage, he suddenly looked much smaller.

"It's the leader of the Baoshan gang of the Zhong Li Gang!"

"The internal strength of Bao Gang Master's cultivation can make the body invulnerable, and this time the girl on the stage has little chance of winning. “

"I tried it with Bao Gang Master last year, and although I was big, I was also very fast. “

On the Cangya platform, the sun is high on the top of Nancang Mountain, and the sun is shining in every place, and it is already noon.

Bao Shan and Ling Mo stood on either side of the stage. The competition was about to start, and Bao Shan rushed towards the opponent with a heavy sword in both hands. Swing it from the right side, following the path of the heavy sword, and a crack appears on the stone slab on the table.

Ling Mo avoided it lightly, and the sword qi of the heavy sword hit directly on the boulder next to the Cangya platform, and cracks appeared.

She dodged again, throwing out the ice wire with her right hand, towards the other person's back. The ice silk touched its back, but there were no scars. On the contrary, the ice silk also bounced aside.

"The invulnerable body can even resist the ice silk. “

The audience applauded excitedly.

Ling Mo withdrew the ice silk, and Bao Shan, who turned around, said to her, "Your weapon is useless, what other moves do you have?"

Ling Mo saw him, thought for a moment, and said softly, "It seems that we have to change." “

He took a step forward, soared, and threw out the ice silk and flew towards the opponent's left shoulder.

"I don't think I can do it, I've said it all!" Bao Shan sneered, and instead of dodging, he swung the heavy sword with one hand, and the ice silk and the heavy sword struck each other in the air, and the movement was not small.

Ling Mo arrived behind Bao Shan and attacked him from behind again. But this time it was the left shoulder, and the ice silk did not bounce back, but was retracted by her with a light touch.

Bao Shan swung his heavy sword horizontally again. Ling Mo rolled sideways in the air to avoid the sword qi of the heavy sword, stepped on it with strength, and reached the sky with light power. Throwing out the ice wire and hitting him on the right shoulder, but it was only a touch.

"What is this Hanyumen disciple going to do?" Xie Nanyan had no clue at all about Ling Mo's actions.

Ling Mo fell on the stage, and Bao Shan continued to attack. She lunged straight over a lower waist and passed under the heavy sword. The sword grazed her face, and at that moment she threw out a wire of ice and struck her opponent on both feet. This attack was painless for Bao Shan.

Bao Shan lightly narrowed the distance and swung his sword longitudinally at Ling Mo. As soon as she turned around, she wrapped the ice silk around the blade of the sword, and pulled one end with her left hand, and the ice silk resisted the force of the blade's direct attack. An ice wire between Ling Mo's hands formed a shield.

"A single ice wire can block the heavy sword of the Bao gang leader! This is also!!" Feng Yanyang was terrified when he saw this.

Bao Shan increased his strength and wanted to cut the ice silk directly. Suddenly, a cold air struck, and the ice silk wrapped around the sword body, emitting bursts of cold air, suppressing the sword qi of the heavy sword.

At the same time, his left shoulder, right shoulder, and feet began to stiffen, making him unable to exert force.

Ling Mo resisted the heavy sword, looking at this situation, it was already expected. The hands are clenched, and the internal power of Xuan Han is emitted in the body, along the ice silk to the opponent's sword blade, sword body, and sword hilt, penetrating into the opponent's left and right hands, and slowly extending to the arms.

"The internal force is gathered at one end of the ice wire, and when it is hit, the internal force penetrates the cortex and hits the veins, and soon the cold will force into the limbs. Mo Chen thought about it carefully and saw how Ling Mo subdued Bao Shan.

"It looks like the game is decided. “

"The Zhong Li Gang lost the ability to fight again, and this game won the Hanyu Gate, and the ranking rose to eleventh place. “

When Mo Ye saw this situation, he knew that his previous thoughts were right.

Scarred! She's back!

The name of the head of the Hanyu Sect appeared in his mind, and the tragic scene ten years ago resurfaced in his eyes.

"Chen'er, stop the Chunye Conference, stop the disciples of the Hanyu Sect!"

"Yes. “

"Master Mo. An old voice came, it was Tang Che's head of Fuhe. He looked at the woman in white on the stage, "I'm afraid it's too late." “

Because the ranking of the Hanyu Sect has reached eleven, the top ten forces must fight.

In the tenth place of the Chunye Conference, Yu Linyue, Minghuafang, a light gong flew to the Cangya platform. Holding a long sword, the sword grid resembles a tangled twig, with petal patterns on it, wrapped between the hilt and the blade.

Yu Linyue came up and used the shadow of the water moon building. The crimson sword qi was continuously emitted, and the sword rushed towards Ling Mo. She turned sideways to dodge, and then Yu Linyue used another set of Hundred Flowers Sword Technique, but they were all dodged by Ling Mo one by one.

Ling Mo didn't take these opponents seriously. Her purpose is only Nancang, which is the first in the Chunye Conference. She looked at Mo Chen in the top ten in the distance.

I can only force him.

Ling Mo changed from passive to active. As soon as the ice silk came out, Yu Linyue was forced to retreat. She tried her best to think of Ling Mo behind her.

But don't see through it. Twice, three, four times, Ice Silk hit her on the body. Yu Linyue's snow-blue clothes were stained with blood in many places, and it was distressing to see it.

If it was someone else, he would have stopped, but Ling Mo didn't want to let her go at all. He threw out the ice wire again, hurting her in several places. The other party looked like he was cold and had no power to fight back.

Ling Mo drove the ice silk and drew it towards Yu Linyue's sword-holding right hand. The sword was out of his hand and fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, rushing forward, Bingsi rushed towards Yu Linyue's left chest.

"Not good!" Sun Yong said nervously, "This is Yu Linyue's life!"

Bingsi was the last step away from Yu Linyue.

Suddenly, a silver and blue light sword qi blocked the ice silk, and the sword qi surged. Ling Mohou took a few steps back and smiled slightly.

"Mo Shao?"

Yu Linyue saw that Mo Shao used the Huayuan Sword to block her for her, and her nervous heart finally let go. The scars all over the body are a little dizzy.

Mo Chen immediately supported her. When he saw Yu Linyue, who was injured all over his body, he said to Yuan Yu, who had just arrived in the audience, "Take care of the disciples of Minghuafang." “

Yuan Yu listened to the order and took the stage to hug Yu Linyue.

"When Mo Shao comes to power, do you want to fight against the Cold Jade Gate?"

"Then if Hanyumen wins, won't it become the first?"

Suddenly, this person's head was hit hard, "How can Mo Shao lose!"

The beaten man covered his head and screamed in pain.

Ling Mo saw the young master of Nancang come to the stage and took a deep breath.

It's finally here.

Mo Chen on the side held the Huayuan sword and looked at her, "The Chunye martial arts competition is all to the point, is the girl too aggressive." “

Ling Mo said lightly, "Why did you come here for the first time, I don't know the rules, and I hope that the young master of Nancang will forgive me." “

Mo Chen pondered for a moment and showed sharp eyes. "Your purpose is me, so let's get started. “

The two looked at each other, Ling Mo put away the ice silk, and threw it out again, rushing straight in front of each other. Mo Chen held his sword and fearlessly stepped forward to face the battle. The sound of the ice silk and the sword of the painting abyss was continuous.

"The two sides are evenly matched, and it is difficult to draw a winner. Sun Yong looked at the situation on the stage nervously, for fear of missing something.

Seeing this scene, Xie Nanyan had never seen it before, "The speed of these two people's light work is too fast, and they can't see it clearly. “

On the stage, Mo Chen held the sword of Huayuan and stabbed at the opponent one by one. Ling Mo dodged lightly, and then cast an ice silk attack, and the other party also blocked it. Ling Mo took the opportunity to turn the ice silk route around and attack Mo Chen's shoulder.

He immediately realized that he threw out the long sword, and the sword went straight to the opponent's face, and the sword aura was overwhelming. In order to dodge, Ling Mo could only withdraw the ice silk, fly lightly, and go to the other side. Unexpectedly, Mo Chen's right hand was urged, and the sword returned to his hand again, turning around and stabbing at the other party.

As soon as Ling Mo landed, she turned around directly, and her sword aura was surging, so that she had to retreat. She urged the internal force to inject ice silk, and its light became sharper, rubbing against the sword of the painting abyss, splashing silver sparks.

"It turned out that in the previous competition, this girl only used five successes. “

"The strength of the two of them is equal, how can this be good. “

"It seems that we have to wait for someone to show their flaws before we can break through the other party. “

Sun Yong, Feng Yanyang, and Xie Nanyan discussed frequently. But do they all know that flaws are so easy to spot? Not only are the two of them equal in martial arts, but they are also the same in concentration.

Mo Yefan and Lin Fen looked at this fierce competition. When Lin Su saw this woman's light figure, he seemed a little familiar.

"Ye Fan, do you feel that this woman's figure is alone?"

But at this time, Mo Yefan was on the stage, and he didn't hear the words of the lady next to him at all.

Ling Mo rotated the ice silk, forming a whirlpool in the air, and then approached the other party. Mo Chen's internal force controlled the Huayuan Sword and rushed towards the ice silk, scattering the whirlpool. A gap was revealed in the whirlpool, and the sword qi pushed it wider and wider.

Mo Chen directly penetrated the gap, not hurt by the ice silk at all, and held his sword towards Ling Mo. Because of her speed, she didn't have time to dodge.

In an instant, Ling Mo's internal force was called, and another internal force in his body in addition to Xuan Han was triggered, accumulating his left hand to block the menacing Huayuan Sword in the air, and then forcing it back with his backhand, Mo Chen took a few steps back.

A torrent rushes straight down, the sound is like thunder, the water vapor is cloudy, this is Nancang Waterfall. The mist was soaring, and a faint red light flashed from the waterfall.

Mo Chen was surprised by that moment just now.

What kind of internal force is this? It's completely different from Xuan Han.

And why is it so familiar...