Qu Gongzi looked at Yin Mo's unavoidable situation, and a rune lit up in his hand.

Although he knew that his support was actually useless, he couldn't escape the rampant style of printing ink with his veteran experience.

Li Xianxian could only be anxious on the spot, and he didn't even have the qualifications to meddle in the battlefield in front of him.

"Step forward and slash!"

The afterimage of Yin Mo was smashed by Dao Ming again, and Dao Ming's blood-red eyes were so angry that he was angry.

He had long felt that the foundation of printing ink was very tricky, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't help printing ink after he had used all the absolute saints and abandoned wisdom. It's not just tricky, it's even a bit tricky.

But fortunately, the strength of Yin Mo is really low, and it can't break through Dao Ming's defense. This made Daoming breathe a sigh of relief, although he couldn't defeat Yinmo, but he was invincible.

Yin Mo finally understood through the test of Daoming just now.

With his current skill system, the damage is obviously a bit insufficient. There's nothing wrong with beating a golden pill, but once you cross the ranks, it's too much. Output is a problem, unless other skills are upgraded like the Rogue's Way, and the unreliable [Spirit] is used. Yinmo feels like this is an unrealizable dream!

The charged critical hits given by Lv4 of the Way of the Wave are quite powerful, but the other Slash Steel Flash, Forward Slash, Wind Barrier, and Wind Breath Slash are still the same as before.

Therefore, once faced with the inability to break through other people's defenses, the output of the ink will continue to be the opponent's painless tickling.

Every time I hit MISS or -1 damage, it makes it very uncomfortable for Yinmo, who has a heart for output.

In fact, this status quo is normal in Qu Gongzi's opinion. You are a rookie who builds a foundation, and you fight each other crazy with a yuan baby, and only an iron-headed baby like Yinmo can do it.

If it weren't for the speed of the ink moving fast enough, the Yuan Ying would be able to press a foundation into a cake with a raised hand.

Although Yin Mo can't help Yuanying and can't break through the defense, with this kind of record, he is enough to be proud of the world of cultivating immortals.

Fortunately, Qu Gongzi didn't understand Yinmo's thoughts at this moment, otherwise he would have been shocked to the point of three liters of blood.

You're still thinking about how to put down a Yuan Baby, brother, don't be kidding, okay?

Do you think that the aura that people swallow is rice, fields, and communal?

However, what Qu Gongzi didn't expect was that Yin Mo would be worried about Jin Dan. The skill will face the problem of insufficient output, although there is Lingbo Fairy as an endorsement, there is no shortage of immortal magic in printing and ink. But Yinmo is still reluctant to give up, and he has been with him for so many years.

"I'm really reluctant!"

Yin Mo let out a long sigh, and the black sword in the ink glass sword box instantly rushed out and plunged straight in front of Yin Mo.

"Face the wind!"

The people in Qingfeng Temple had long been attracted by the battle between Yin Mo and Dao Ming, and at this time, Li Chengqing was standing in front of the mountain gate and gathered in a pile after pile.

Li Chengqing was extremely calm, and Daoming's stinginess made him stand by without any pressure. Originally, they were even worse than Li Xianxian in this battle, so they only had to watch and eat melons.

It is impossible to cheer, in case Yin Mo casually throws some immortal magic at them. The Qingfeng View is estimated to be watched together, and the mortals in the world of immortals only have the share of looking up.

But when Yin Mo lifted the three-foot sword and shouted the slogan of the second incomparable.

The Taoist priest of the entire Qingfeng Temple couldn't sit still, and exploded in an instant.

"My mother, Swift Wind Sword Hero!"

Maybe the world of cultivating immortals is not very familiar with this name, but in the mortal world. The meaning represented by the Wind Sword Hero is the heart of all those who pursue the strong to look up and respect.

Qingfeng Guan's reaction, Dao Ming naturally saw it in his eyes. He had also heard a little about the Wind Sword Hao, but he didn't expect that after fighting for a long time, he finally found out a little bit of the bottom of the ink.

In this regard, Dao Ming bared his teeth, and there was a desire to beat the ink into slag.

Yin Mo's magnificent moves only made Dao Ming's clothes more tattered. With a big deal to run naked to fight you, and win the fight to pull your clothes and get revenge on you.

Dao Ming charged straight at Yin Mo again, like a red-eyed bull.

Looking at the indomitable Dao Ming, Yin Mo seemed to see the incomparably delicate man four years ago.

The same indomitable, but compared to the clumsy guy in front of him. The man was even more agile, and the sword in his hand shone brightly.

"Wind Swordman, you are enough to leave a book in the history of the mortal world. What you have, once people in the know can see it, the immortal cultivators will be red-eyed. You have also opened a new chapter for the sword. ”

"Why do you have to work hard to follow the world of cultivating immortals, in fact, you have your way, don't you?"

"Phew~"

Yin Mo, as always, spat on the same as back then. Tightened the sword in his hand, looked at Dao Ming's tyrannical face in front of him, and held the sword with both hands to slash the Huashan Mountains.

"Triple Sword Intent!"

With Yin Mo's roar, Yin Mo's original scattered sword intent retracted like a tide.

A sword slashed down, like the ghosts of three swords slowly intersecting and finally became one.

Dao Ming's eyebrows trembled, and he rubbed it straight up. It turned out that the damage of the direct MISS, under the superposition of the triple sword intent, Dao Ming felt the -1 damage of the chopsticks poke.

Especially under the force of his impact, Dao Ming was so pained that he gasped for air. And Yin Mo's whole person rolled three times on the ground like a gourd, and under the output of the sword in front of him, Yin Mo ate the aftermath of the impact, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Obviously, under the collision of Dao Ming, Yin Mo, who did not dodge, suffered a lot of internal injuries.

"Come again!"

Yin Mo rolled up from the ground and held his sword towards Dao Ming again.

"Kill you, a rookie!"

Dao Ming finally saw the effect damage he had hit, just like taking an aphrodisiac. Originally, Yin Mo's extreme dodge made him waver in his thoughts about the Absolute Saint Abandoning Wisdom, which would make him like a shark smelling blood. Holding his breath, he wanted to kill Yin Mo.

"Boom, boom, boom~~"

Every time Dao Ming stepped on it, deep pits exploded directly under his feet.

"Get out of the way, this is the Taoist explosive talisman bonus. ”

Qu Gongzi's face was shocked, he didn't expect Dao Ming to be so shameless, playing a foundation building in the state of a Yuan Infant and secretly adding a spell. hurriedly shouted at Yin Mo to warn, but Yin Mo stood there like a wooden stake and did not move.

"Quadruple Sword!"

A foot away from Dao Ming, Yin Mo handed the sword out with trembling hands.

Dao Ming almost laughed, he could already see the scene of Yin Mo's flesh and blood flying.

But when he burst out one more position, the two eyebrows on his forehead that were being pointed at by the tip of the sword fell off like leaves.

The eyelids tickled slightly, and a stream of blood swept across the eyes.

"I ......"

Dao Ming's face instantly turned sallow and sallow, and he didn't allow him to think much about it, and he directly lay down in front of Yin Mo in a posture of.

Yin Mo's trembling hands seemed to be unable to hold the black sword, and a sword light finally erupted as if it had been held back for a long time. The people in Qingfeng Guan hugged them directly, and their faces wanted to cry without tears.

"Look at it, you have to watch the immortals fight if you don't see it, it's really a dead ball. ”

The sword light, which was like a substance, was slowly wafting towards the aspect of the Qingfeng Concept. But even if it was floating, everyone in Qingfeng Guan didn't dare to move.

The sight of the dead birds passing by was terrifying. Li Chengqing is not the only one who has urinated, and the more than 300 people under his command have contributed to that large area of wet land.