"Someone's coming!"

Uncle Seventeen reminded.

"How many people, what cultivation?" the young man's expression didn't change much, and he asked casually.

"One person, cultivate for ......"

Uncle Seventeen paused, frowning a little uncertainly, "It seems to be the cultivation of the distraction period, but the fluctuations are obvious, I don't know which stage it is in the distraction period." ”

"Oh!"

The young man sighed indifferently, but it was a cultivation in the distraction period, and Uncle Seventeen was a true monarch, so he had nothing to worry about when it came to him.

Mo Wudao soon came to this battlefield, and when he saw the girl who was besieged by five out-of-body peak monks, although his breath was a little chaotic, fortunately, there were no traces of injury, and he was also relieved.

"Boy, the people of the Elysium Palace are doing business here, please stay away!"

Although the young man's cultivation was lower than Mo Wudao's, his attitude was very arrogant, and he shouted at Mo Wudao in an unkind tone.

Mo Wudao stood on the top of a tree, clasped his hands in front of his chest, glanced at the young man, his gaze stayed on the black-clothed middle-aged man beside him for a moment, and said lightly: "This is not the territory of your Bliss Palace, why do I want to stay here?"

"Oh, it seems that Your Excellency is here on purpose to find fault. ”

The young man's face showed a faint killing intent, "I, Liu Qing, have been walking in the cultivation realm for so many years, and it's the first time I've seen someone who doesn't give me face in the Bliss Palace, who will help Ben Gongzi tear off this madman's mouth?"

"Hehe, young man, leave this matter to me, I like to teach these ignorant boys who don't know the height of the sky......"

A monk in green clothes behind Liu Qing walked out slowly, grinning, revealing his white teeth.

Mo Wudao was unmoved, glanced at the battle situation below, and found that Senior Sister Liuli was not in danger, so he took his attention back.

"Elysium Palace, I haven't heard of it, is it very powerful?"

"Hehe, it doesn't matter if you don't know now, when you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, you will know how powerful the Elysium Palace is......"

The green-clothed monk sneered and rushed towards Mo Wudao.

There were no gorgeous moves, weird magic weapons, just raised a huge fist, surging with surging true yuan, and attacked towards Mo Wudao's face.

He wanted to smash Mo Wudao's mouth with one punch!

"Huh!"

Mo Wudao snorted disdainfully, this monk in Tsing Yi was not distracted by his early cultivation, his combat power was mediocre, and he didn't use magic weapons, how could he be afraid.

Mo Wudao stood in place, motionless, letting the punch fall.

"Bump!"

A solid punch hit, but the face of the Tsing Yi monk of the Paradise Palace changed.

The other party's face was not as bloody as expected, but he felt as if his fist had smashed against a hard copper wall.

Then, before he could withdraw his fist, several sharp sword qi suddenly erupted from Mo Wudao's body, and his fist was instantly shattered.

"Ah......h

Looking at the completely crushed fist, the monk in Tsing Yi suddenly let out a heart-rending scream, and retreated again and again, his eyes full of horror and deep fear.

Mo Wudao snorted coldly and said, "Now, you can also taste the power of my punch!"

Shout!

Mo Wudao's figure flashed, and he suddenly appeared next to the retreating monk in Tsing Yi, and smashed it down with a punch.

Mo Wudao's punch was fast and ruthless, and it landed firmly on the right shoulder of the monk in Tsing Yi, directly smashing the opponent's shoulder to a shattering fracture.

Then it slammed into the ground, smashing a deep crater.

The monk in Tsing Yi clutched his completely ruined right arm, and lay in the pit crying wolf.

The faces of the people in the Elysium Palace changed slightly, the smile on Liu Qing's face gradually disappeared, and his eyes became gloomy.

"How dare you hurt my Bliss Palace disciple, go and kill him for me!"

"Order!"

Liu Qing and the two remaining monks in Tsing Yi behind Uncle Seventeen flew out together and pounced towards Mo Wudao.

Uncle Seventeen reminded: "Don't take the enemy lightly, go all out to kill!"

"Yes. ”

The faces of the two Tsing Yi disciples changed slightly, their expressions became a little serious, and they all summoned their magic weapons, and their mana surged.

"Huh!"

Mo Wudao pursed his lips disdainfully, and the flying sword under his feet flicked into his hand.

"Brush, brush!"

Mo Wudao's figure moved again, and he actually took the initiative to attack to meet the battle.

Uncle Seventeen's eyes were slightly closed, staring at Mo Wudao's figure tightly, and praised: "What a speed!"

"Uncle Seventeen, can you see where this person came from?" Liu Qing also discovered that this arrogant young man was not simple.

"It should be a sword cultivator!" said Uncle Seventeen.

"Sword cultivation?"

Liu Qingjun raised his eyebrows, his eyes showed a hint of deep thought, and he said in a low voice: "It won't be a disciple of the Wuji Sword Sect!"

Although Liu Qing is lustful, she is not an incompetent person who only covets women.

He actually has a lot of scheming and cultivation talent.

Uncle Seventeen pondered for a while, and a light suddenly burst out in his eyes, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

"Wuji Sword Sect, I'm afraid it won't be able to cultivate such a terrifying genius disciple!"

"Ahh

Uncle Seventeen was a little shocked and jealous and said, "Ye Chong and Lin Tu, lose!"

Liu Qing immediately turned his head to look at the battlefield.

The two disciples of the Bliss Palace who jointly attacked were also lying on the ground at this moment, just like the previous disciple in Tsing Yi.

Their right arms were cut off shoulder-high, and their two arms, holding the magic weapon tightly, lay in the grass hundreds of meters away.

The two magic weapons have also lost their aura, and the sword marks are dense, and they have been destroyed and useless at a glance.

And the arrogant young man, holding a purple bamboo sword, stood calmly on the top of the tree again.

"This ......"

A touch of shock also flashed on Liu Qingjunqiao's face, Ye Chong and Lin Tu, but this time in the team going down the mountain, there was the seventeenth uncle who cultivated the strongest.

The two joined forces, and even the monks in the late stage of distraction could be evenly matched.

But now it has been defeated so quickly, so badly!

"What a terrible sword intent!"

Uncle Seventeen was a little shocked in his heart, and rumored to persuade: "Qing'er, this young man, the forces behind him are probably stronger than my Bliss Palace, so it's better not to provoke them." ”

"Hmm!"

Liu Qing was not stupid, adjusted his emotions, and arched his hand towards Mo Wudao, "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is so sharp, Liu Qing was offended a lot before, please don't mind." ”

"I don't know which sect Your Excellency comes from, but I, Liu Qing, will definitely take the initiative to apologize another day!"

Liu Qing's posture was very low, although he had the support of the Fit True Monarch beside him.

But he didn't find out the origin of the other party, and he didn't dare to let Uncle Seventeen kill the other party.

"Huh!"

Mo Wudao sneered, but he had seen too many people who bullied the weak and feared the hard.

didn't talk nonsense, directly pierced Liu Qing's hypocrisy, and said: "I understand what you mean, you want to trick me!"

"If I have no sect or faction, you will definitely let the masters around you kill me, if I have a sect, and the sect is stronger than your Bliss Palace, you will not provoke, I am right!"

Mo Wudao was so straightforward, and his tone was full of mockery, which made Liu Qing and Uncle Seventeen's faces a little ugly.

But that's exactly what they had in mind.