Xu Mingding clenched his sword tightly.

He couldn't do it against the man he had been drinking tea and laughing with a few days ago.

The black-robed man looked at Mo Haoqiong, who was so shocked that he was stunned, smiled quietly, and slowly moved a few steps closer.

Mo Haoqiong turned his head without warning.

The jade flute immediately turned its direction and slammed Han Zimei's sword body in succession, like a green snake wrapped around the long stick, making it unable to exert force.

With a demeanor, this jade flute struck sixteen times in a row, and the fluctuating internal force was completely fed on Han Zimei's sword body, and passed to Mo Haoqiong's right arm.

The black-robed man turned around and looked at the pure water-like ice sword in Sect Master Mo's hand in surprise.

Her trick is the famous stunt of the Wuliang Mountain on the rivers and lakes, she only secretly learned a trick to break the sword, and she is still half-refined and half-lifed, but every time she used it in the past, three percent of the sword was broken, and the rest were cracked. Besides, she has used it many times, and the more proficient she is, the stronger it should be......

But there is no crack at all, it is the first time she has seen it.

"Sect Master Mo, your sword and the slave family are a little greedy~"

Mo Haoqiong was like a stuffy gourd, he didn't answer a word, just took out his sword.

He didn't know when he stuffed back the gentleman jade in his underwear, and he fainted out a gentle internal force and poured it into his whole body.

Behind.

Xu Mingding clenched the sword, and the green of the long sword's body gradually returned to his body, and the sword body regained its original iron luster.

Chen Songchen had yellow paper on his head, and he staggered forward, looking inconvenient and slow. But Xu Ming must understand that as long as the sword in his hand moves, it will inevitably be terrifying.

Xu Mingding lifted his left foot lightly and stepped forward half a foot.

The man in front of him didn't move much.

Wrong. Xu Mingding frowned, his behavior like this was already a great provocation, why didn't Chen Shaochen make any moves?

"Master Xu be careful, sweeping the dust is a flying sword!"

Mo Haoqiong, who was quickly retreating to avoid the attack of the black-robed man, hurriedly prompted.

As Mo Haoqiong's words fell, the simple long sword on Chen Sweeper's back came out of its sheath with a thud.

His fingers pinched up, and with a wave, a thread of internal force hooked the tail of the flying sword, allowing him to manipulate the sword out of thin air.

The flying sword is out!

The flying sword is very fast, but Xu is also very fast.

Hooked back and slashed, easily parrying the flying sword attack.

The Qingya sword technique of his Yanshan faction is not bad, but it is not as good as light skills.

Only for Xu Mingding, he was even satisfied with this battle situation. He didn't want to hurt Chen Songchen, but Chen Songchen would definitely make a move...... Then deal with this sword with all your might, and let Chen Sweep Chen go away without physical strength.

It's simple to say, but Chen Shaochen is indeed killing every move, Xu Ming must use all his mind to deal with the flying sword, and he has no energy to help Mo Haoqiong anymore.

But Mo Haoqiong was already retreating step by step.

The black-robed man did not relax, she clearly noticed that Mo Haoqiong did not cultivate at all...... Lingtai is weak and her internal strength is thin, but she can keep it under her attack for so long without falling, and she is worthy of being the sect master of one of the twelve masters of the righteous path, and she is full of treasures.

After a long battle, the black-robed man turned over, separated from Mo Haoqiong a few feet away, and then stepped back, flew straight against the wall, and brought the jade flute in his hand to his mouth.

"Why can't Sect Master Mo be obedient~ It really gives the slave family a headache. ”

Ten fingers, intricately miscellaneous.

The whimpering and desolate sound of the flute sounded again.

Soul-stinging.

Han Zimei fell to the ground, Mo Haoqiong covered his ears tightly, the light and shadow in front of him seemed to overlap and scatter, only to feel that the sky was spinning, and the memories of the past in Sword Valley squeezed into his mind violently, twisted, kneaded, and countless porcelains were broken on the ground, bursting out with a crisp and irritable sound, and countless old wooden doors opened and closed, groaning sharply and dusty.

The black-robed man's eyes lit up suddenly, Mo Haoqiong was full of flaws at this time, and with just one blow, she would definitely succeed, but she couldn't take off her hands to attack, and she had to keep the flute sound continuous, but Chen Songchen was fighting against Xu Mingding at this time......

No matter what Xu is destined for now.

Di Zhong changed a certain tune, and the flying sword that was constantly entangled with Xu Zhangmen immediately turned around and stabbed Mo Haoqiong, who was kneeling on the ground and struggling with his head on the right.

Xu Mingding was also restless, his left hand pressed his forehead, and his right eye was exposed.

What is most needed at this moment is not to immediately block the flying sword, but that Chen Songchen is defenseless now.

Forward, swing your sword!

The yellow paper on the door of Chen Songchen's head was divided into two halves.

The yellow paper floating in the lower part immediately burned out, and the yellow paper attached to the upper part slowly fell off from Chen Saochen's skull.

The highlight in Chen Songchen's eyes dissipated, and he fell straight down.

The flying sword that flew halfway down the road.

The black-robed man chuckled in his heart, knowing that he had made a great mistake.

The heart is disturbed, tortuous.

Mo Haoqiong, whose head had been greatly impacted, shook his head, understood that the illusionary dream had been broken, and reluctantly picked up Han Zimei, straightened up, and aimed at the black-robed man.

Two-on-one.

No, ahhh

The black-robed man was going crazy in his heart.

The original plan was to let the weak puppet drag Xu Mingding, the head of the Yanshan faction, first, and defeat Mo Haoqiong, the sect leader of the Sword Valley Yi Sect, in an instant, and then summon the living puppet Chen Sweep Dust two against one to defeat Xu Mingding.

Why is it now the other way around!

No way.

She didn't care about face anymore, and yelled at the hole in her head, "Kuai Baoxie, you come down for the old lady!"

Kuai Baojie jumped down and squatted beside the black-robed man, playing with the judge's pen in his hand.

The shriveled monkey-like Kuai Bao Xie just now has recovered a lot, at least alone.

"Lan Chao Rose, didn't you say that if you came, you could kill everyone here?"

"Don't mention this, the slave family is really angry. ”

"So ......?"

"I'll use the Ecstasy Flute to suppress Mo Haoqiong first, and you go and capture him. Attention, it's capture, not killing!"

"That person is Mo Haoqiong?" Kuai Baojie rubbed his eyes, and finally saw Mo Haoqiong's appearance clearly in the bright light, a little surprised and regretful, "I knew that I would have killed him ...... just now."

He didn't finish his words. It's not that he likes to procrastinate, but a sword has slashed over.

A sword that contains life, a sword that is extremely fast.

Pick up the pen, touch!

The mist on the judge's pen has faded considerably, and the body of the pen has even become a little rusty.

The flute is pressed again.

Mo Haoqiong had a splitting headache.

"Good chance!"

Kuai Bao made a false move, strode to the right, and forcibly accepted Xu's sword.

Throw!

The judge's pen was like a flying arrow.

Right in the chest!

Kuai Bao laughed maniacally, Lan Chao looked angrily, and Xu was in disbelief.

Suddenly, the expressions of the three people froze.

Because the judge's pen did not pass through the heart, but rolled aside.

A sword aura soared into the sky!

Junzi Yu flew out and stopped in Mo Haoqiong's palm.

The extremely terrifying internal force enveloped Mo Haoqiong's whole body, dragging him up completely.

Open your eyes and get up.

This vast white, which can be said to be swept away, does not seem to be him.

Be in spirits.

An ordinary and firm voice, overwhelming the world.

"In the Lower Sword Valley, Zhou Zhihuan. Who wants,

My brother's life?"