After a short and half a moment, Huan Yin stood opposite Mo Shaoge, smiling strangely at Mo Shaoge, the way he looked at Mo Shaoge now was exactly the same as the way he looked at the other disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect before.

In the previous small half of a moment, more than thirty disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect had become Huan Yin's nutrients. As for the rest, Huan Yin didn't chase anymore, because those people had already run away, and Huan Yin had almost changed back to normal now, but the heroic spirit between his eyebrows had long since turned into evil energy.

Mo Shaoge stared at Huan Yin on the opposite side with a solemn face, now Huan Yin gave him a much stronger feeling than before, and he had even felt the pressure from the cultivation fluctuations coming out of Huan Yin's body.

"Not running away?" Mo Shaoge asked Huan Yin.

"It's your turn. Huan Yin grinned, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more obvious.

Mo Shaoge laughed loudly: "Hahaha, okay, let's fight head-on and see if it's your evil magic that is powerful, or my cultivation is profound!"

Huan Yin shook his head and said contemptuously, "You're just my prey." ”

Mo Shaoge no longer talked to Huan Yin, stroked the piano with both hands, played it again, and played various spells against Huan Yin again and again. But this time Huan Yin's target was Mo Shaoge, he didn't expose his back to Mo Shaoge again, but directly pulled out the Yin sword and rushed towards Mo Shaoge's spell.

"Djinn, come on!" Huan Yin galloped rapidly, and a loud roar was heard during this time.

The giant spirit that was repelled by Mo Shaoge in the air raised his double mace again and killed Mo Shaoge. One person and one spirit attacked, and Mo Shaoge suddenly felt a sharp increase in pressure, especially the current Huan Yin. He felt that Huan Yin in the condensation period was a few points stronger than himself.

"How is it possible!" Mo Shaoge found himself unstable. Hurry up and concentrate. Cast spells frantically at Huan Yin.

However, Huan Yin rushed with extremely fierce momentum, and the sword qi continued to play out when he raised his hand, not only blocking Mo Shaoge's spells one by one, but also counterattacking the past, so that Mo Shaoge was suddenly blinded by a burst of sword qi.

"So strong!" Mo Shaoge was shocked, and as soon as his spiritual power surged, he flew into the air. instantly avoided Huan Yin's sword qi, and even wanted to cast a spell on the qin again.

However, as soon as Mo Shaoge lifted into the air, the giant spirit was already waiting for him in the air. As soon as Mo Shaoge's body arrived, the giant spirit suddenly pressed down with a wedge, and caught Mo Shaoge off guard.

Mo Shaoge was shocked, and instantly took out a tambourine to block the giant spirit. The tambourine grew in the wind, and instantly blocked Mo Shaoge's figure completely. Then I only heard a loud "bang", and the djinn's double gong hit Mo Shaoge's tambourine.

Mo Shaoge's tambourine was really strong, and the djinn struck with all his might. It didn't move in the air. However, Mo Shaoge under the tambourine was buzzing in his head. A wave of vertigo.

Huan Yin saw Mo Shaoge revealing his flaws, and instantly broke the spell in front of him and killed him wildly.

Mo Shaoge was shocked, and suddenly saw a sharp and incomparable sword qi hitting him, and his face was shocked, and then he was under the tambourine, and quickly straightened the seven-stringed seven-tone piano, and shouted in his mouth: "Sixth tone, high mountains and flowing water!"

As soon as the sixth note came out, all the spells that Mo Shaoge had played before disappeared instantly, but Huan Yin suddenly stopped in the air, and even the sword qi he played out seemed to be eaten by something, and his speed slowed down instantly.

At this moment, Huan Yin felt as if he was suddenly deep in the quagmire, and his every move was pulled by an unknown force, and it was difficult to move.

"You can force me to use mountains and rivers, you can be proud!" Mo Shaoge was in the air and said to Huan Yin.

"It's just flowing water now, as for the mountains, you can listen to me!" Mo Shaoge's face was gloomy and he shouted loudly.

It turns out that what traps Huan Yin now is flowing water, but Mo Shaoge's flowing water is really weird, not only silent and invisible, but also like mud, so that Huan Yin is trapped by death and can't control himself.

Next, Mo Shaoge continued to play in the air, and as his piano sound became more and more intense, the sword qi shot at him had also dissipated, and a huge mountain peak phantom gradually condensed above Huan Yin's head.

For the first time, Huan Yin's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he looked at the phantom of the mountain peaks in the air that was becoming more and more condensed, and his heart gradually began to become clearer.

"Ten layers of condensation, it's really a terrifying realm, it actually made me lose my mind and become a killing machine. However, if I can really kill Mo Shaoge, maybe I will completely gain a foothold in this realm and no longer become so crazy. Huan Yin thought to himself.

Then, Huan Yin's heart thought came out, and he threw the Yin sword, which immediately made the Yin sword fly above his head. Huan Yin looked at the Yin Sword above his head, his spiritual power surged, and he shouted: "Shadow Sword Technique!"

In the blink of an eye, the sword was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight in the air, and finally the shadow of the sword was arranged in a line on the top of Huan Yin's head.

"Slash!" Huan Yin shouted, and the eight Yin swords lit up at the same time, and rushed towards the mountain peak above his head.

"High mountain!" Mo Shaoge saw that Huan Yin resisted, his hands danced faster, and he shouted, and the mountain peak above Huan Yin's head instantly condensed into a real huge mountain, and pressed down towards Huan Yin.

Huan Yin looked at the behemoth that suddenly fell, his face was ruthless, and his spiritual power surged wildly, controlling the eight Yin Swords towards the top of the mountain.

The eight sword rays quickly entered the shadow of the mountain peak, and came into contact with the mountain, and a huge sound of confrontation followed. Huan Yin's sword was extremely sharp, and it soon split Mo Shaoge's mountain peak into earth and rocks, like rain falling.

It's just that the falling earth and rocks are like a drop in the bucket for the huge and heavy peaks, and the mountains in the air are still as calm as ever, pressing down little by little. Even if Huan Yin used all his strength to control the eight Yin Swords to resist, it could only play a role in slowing down the fall of the mountain peak, but it could not block the mountain peak at all.

Finally, the mountain in the air pressed in front of Huan Yin, completely covering Huan Yin under its shadow, and the Mo Shao singer in the air continued to play, and a smug smile was already on his face.

"As long as I can kill you today, even if I return to the sect and be scolded by the sect master, it's worth it!" Mo Shaoge laughed wildly.

Suddenly, in the darkness covered by the shadow of the mountain peak, a light suddenly lit up, and then Mo Shaoge heard a voice shouting: "Tear the night!"

As soon as this voice came out, the light under the mountain peak began to spread to the interior of the mountain, and a bright light soon appeared in the middle of the mountain.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the ray of light reached the top of the mountain peak, and then the mountain suddenly split in two in the air and collapsed in both directions.

In the middle of the collapsed mountain peak, a figure suddenly rushed out, it was Huan Yin.

"What kind of spell is that, it actually broke my mountains and rivers, how is this possible!" Mo Shaoge's expression was distorted, and he couldn't believe his eyes. His spell was broken, and a surge of blood in his chest surged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out immediately.

However, Huan Yin, who rushed out of the mountain, was no better, his mouth was already bloody, and it seemed that he should have been injured when he fought against the mountain.

"I don't believe that you, a condensing monk, can carry my seventh note. Mo Shaoge's face was crazy and he roared loudly.

Then, he pushed the seven-stringed seven-tone piano forward, stroked it with one palm in his left hand, and took out a booklet with his right hand, which seemed to be a musical score.

"Seventh tone, Guangling San!" Mo Shaoge opened the booklet with his right hand, looked at the booklet with both eyes, and played it again with his left hand.

This time, as Mo Shaoge played, bursts of yellow smoke began to emanate from his center, spreading outward.

The smoke spread extremely fast, and soon came into contact with the grass on the ground. As soon as the grass was smoked, it withered in an instant, and even the stones in the middle of the grass met the smoke, and they immediately turned to ashes.

"The doorman of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, the trick is really to use poison!" Huan Yin solemnly looked at Mo Shaoge, who was immersed in playing, and at this moment, there seemed to be nothing else in his eyes except for the music book. The grass around him was already barren, and this barrenness was still spreading outward.

Huan Yin looked at Mo Shaoge solemnly, stretched out his hand, and the previous eight Yin swords flew in front of him, and then he pointed at Mo Shaoge who was in the air, and the seven shadow swords flew towards Mo Shaoge.

However, just as the shadow sword flew into the range of yellow smoke, a trace of smoke suddenly rose from it, and then the sword slowly disintegrated in the air.

"So strong!" Huan Yin was startled, picked up the Yin Sword in his hand and shot another sword qi towards Mo Shaoge. It's just that when the invincible sword qi entered the range of yellow smoke, it began to disintegrate on its own, and it completely dissipated before it could rush in front of Mo Shaoge.

"What kind of poison is that!" Huan Yin was shocked, but at this moment, a sneer had already appeared on Mo Shaoge's face.

"My Guangling San, was handed down by the sect master himself, I think you can help me?" Mo Shaoge said coldly.

Huan Yin looked at the smoke that was constantly approaching him, and finally took out the Yang Sword. Then he lunged forward, raised Yang Jian Yao and pointed at Mo Shaoge, and read in his mouth: "Tear the night!"

The moment Huan Yin spoke, Mo Shaoge's expression suddenly became extremely solemn, because he could feel a great pressure from the sword in Huan Yin's hand, especially after Huan Yin used his spiritual power, that pressure became more obvious.

This is the first time Huan Yin has used the Yang Sword to exert Shaoyang Sword Qi, as soon as Huan Yin's spiritual power reaches the sword, the power of the Yang in the Yang Sword instantly stimulates the power of the first yang needed in the Shaoyang Sword Qi, and the power of Shaoyang at this moment is extremely strong, Mo Shaoge is so far away, he actually felt the high temperature on Huan Yin's sword.

"What kind of sword is this, what kind of power is this!" Mo Shaoge's face finally showed surprise, and his hand increased the force to play, stirring up the poisonous fog around him even more.

"Boom!" A blazing Shaoyang sword qi with endless light, like a real sun, slashed towards Mo Shaoge! )

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