Seeing the moves of the two people, I have to admit that they have indeed reached the point of perfection. This kind of cultivation is difficult to achieve without thirty or fifty years of hard work on the premise of having a wise spiritual root.

And Mo Ling was thanks to the martial arts he cultivated in his previous life, if it weren't for the advanced martial arts cultivated by Mo Ling, he would have died many times long ago. And it is also against the Zhiyang Xuanhuo and the Demon Pill on Mo Ling's body, otherwise let alone against these two elders, I am afraid that Su Qian'er has already chopped Mo Ling into meat sauce before.

At this time, Mo Ling's body shape is naturally smart and weird, but his cultivation has not yet reached the middle of Huiyuan, and he can't fly with his sword, so even if Mo Ling's body is smart, it is only limited to the ground.

The fat and thin elder naturally sensed this, so the figures of the two of them were basically suspended in mid-air.

So although Mo Ling looked like he was at ease, his clothes were already soaked with sweat.

Even Mo Ling in his previous life had never taken a game so seriously, and while fighting, Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

In fact, Mo Ling in his previous life had the cultivation of the late stage of the Xuan Realm at the age of thirteen, and the powerhouses of the Gathering Spirit Realm could not enter Mo Ling's magic eye at all.

So even in this life, Mo Ling still has a sense of arrogance in his bones, and in the face of everyone in the City Lord's Mansion, Mo Ling is still fearless.

But after the fight, Mo Ling couldn't help but be horrified in his heart, the current Mo Ling was just a cultivator in the early stage of Huiyuan, and in front of the two elders, he actually looked a little embarrassed.

Mo Ling secretly said in his heart about this, it would be good if there was a magic weapon in his hand.

The Shadow Patrol Technique was realized by Mo Ling from the sword book "Sword Tyrant Technique", and then it was cultivated by combining Mo Ling's own characteristics.

This "Sword Tyrant" was created hundreds of years ago with the swordsman, the originator of the sword, and the swordsman relied on this sword trick to travel the Zhengyang Continent for hundreds of years, experienced more than 100 battles, and never had a defeat.

After the death of the swordsman, only half a fragment of this sword book remained, and it was later completed by the head of the Kuyang faction, Kuyangzi, that is, the master of Mo Ling in the previous life, in the Song Jing Pavilion hidden in Kuyang Mountain.

This "Sword Tyrant Technique" is powerful, but the writing technique is weird, and the content is extremely obscure, so few people practice.

And this Song Jing Pavilion is like his own bedroom for Mo Ling in his previous life, but among all the magic weapons, Mo Ling loves sword skills, and Mo Ling rarely pays attention to other martial arts, so there are rumors in the mountains that Ku Yangzi's personal disciples can only understand the sword and not make the sword.

In order to crack this rumor, Mo Ling did not go out of the door of the Song Jing Pavilion for five days, and devoted himself to understanding this set of swordsmanship, until the sixth day, Mo Ling walked out of the Song Jing Pavilion, and in front of all the disciples, the three sets of sword moves of the "Sword Tyrant" were completed in one go from beginning to end.

All the disciples of Kuyang Mountain present were all shocked, and even the many elders and Dharma protectors of Kuyang Mountain sighed to themselves when they saw it.

Since then, the rumor has been shattered randomly, and no one in the mountains dares to despise Mo Ling.

But because Mo Ling only loves swords, and doesn't like swords, he has never used that set of "Sword Tyrants" since.

This is Mo Ling's spirit, he doesn't dare to be careless, if he makes a slight mistake, he will die here.

Mo Ling secretly said in his heart: "If it continues like this, I am afraid that I will not be able to take advantage of it." Now I can only use my own killer move!"

Thinking of this, Mo Ling immediately used his spirit element to turn into a transparent barrier, enveloping his entire body in it.

And the fat and thin elder's sword qi immediately slammed into the barrier that Mo Ling had transformed.

"Bang ......" a crisp sound.

"Stinky boy, do you think this will be able to stop us?" The thin elder looked at the barrier formed by Mo Ling and said contemptuously: "If I don't stab you, I can't solve the hatred in my heart!"

As he spoke, the entire body suddenly connected to the long sword and turned into a pillar of light, stabbing straight towards Mo Ling.

Mo Ling also smiled indifferently, looking at this old guy who wanted to penetrate his own barrier and then assassinate himself.

However, this was also what Mo Ling wanted, because Mo Ling believed that as long as they got close, the two elders would definitely lose.

Because Mo Ling's trick 'Zhiyang Xuanhuo' hasn't been used yet.

As for the other fat elder, when he saw that the opportunity had come, he suddenly turned around and turned into a pillar of light from top to bottom, stabbing straight towards Mo Ling.

Suddenly, a burning sensation rose from Mo Ling's body.

Looking at Mo Ling's eyebrows, a red light flashed, and after the light, a flame mark appeared.

At this moment, the fat elder seemed to notice that something was wrong, and suddenly turned around and flew to the side. However, the speed of the thin elder in front of him did not decrease at all, and he went straight to Mo Ling's front door.

"Count you as fast as you run!" Mo Ling said when he saw the fat elder.

Then he looked at the Slender Elder again, and at the moment when the Slender Elder broke through the barrier he had formed, Mo Ling's fingertips suddenly rose a little red light, and then he hit the Slender Elder directly.

In an instant, a snake-like flame emanated from Mo Ling's fingertips, winding its body straight towards the thin elder.

The thin elder was in his heart when he was proud of the barrier laid by Mo Ling, and was so effortlessly shattered by himself, that a red light flashed in front of him, and before he could see what it was, his entire body had turned into ashes.

Along with the falling ashes, a long sword fell from his head, impartially, and fell right on Mo Ling's hand.

"Ah......h

At this time, Bailihua, who was still sitting in front of him, suddenly stood up. With his mouth wide open, he looked at everything that was happening in front of him in horror.

In less than a month, the cultivation of this stinky boy in front of him has progressed so perverted, which is completely incomprehensible to him.

Thyme clenched her fists tightly, and a cold sweat broke out between her hair. Because he knew that Mo Ling would definitely seek revenge on himself, because Xiangfeng was killed by himself.

If he had known this, even if he lent him a hundred dares, he would not dare to move half a finger, but it was too late.

And the black-robed man beside him was still calm and motionless, still unable to see whether he was surprised or delighted.

At this time, Hou Bao on the side didn't know when he had disappeared.

The Solstice Yang Xuanhuo had disappeared, and looking at the long sword in his hand, Mo Ling smiled faintly.

"You?" the fat elder looked at Mo Ling and said in horror, "Who are you?"

Mo Ling's fingers gently touched the long sword in his hand, and an extremely weird smile appeared on his face, which made the fat elder in front of him already have a creepy feeling in the far distance.

The fat elder looked at Mo Ling with straight eyes, and his expression was very cautious.

Mo Ling ignored what the fat elder said, holding the long sword in his hand, and a stream of spirit yuan rose up and ran through the long sword along his arm.

"......Hum," the long sword immediately let out a deep groan.

Then a red beam of light suddenly appeared on the sword body, and Mo Ling held it in his hand, and then looked at the fat elder.

Looking at Mo Ling's every move, the fat elder would never believe that the person in front of him was actually just a third-rank sect master.

"Swordsmanship, it's not like that!"

After speaking, Mo Ling waved the long sword in his hand, like Tai Chi, and danced.

At first, the movement was very slow, but slowly Mo Ling was the only one, and after a while, it turned into two phantoms, and after a while, it became four ......

Several ink spirits appeared around the fat elder at the same time, but the ink spirit's movements were still very slow, but several phantoms were practicing different moves at the same time.

At this time, not only the fat elder and Bailihua, but even the black-robed man couldn't help but raise his eyes to look over, although his face was hidden under the black robe and couldn't see clearly, but from his sideways head, it could be seen from the pupils that had become larger, Mo Ling's tricks were enough to make him feel horrified.

The trick Mo Ling used at this time was from the formula in the "Sword Tyrant Technique" written by the swordsman, called "Phantom Sword Realm". It is also the most subtle style of the sword technique.

Among them, there are two other styles in "Overlord Sword Technique", which are 'Splitting the Wind Slash' and 'Xuanyu Duel'.

However, while the people next to Zhou were surprised, Mo Ling had slowly put away his tricks.

Looking at the fat elder next to him, his whole body stood stiffly to the side, and then a bloody mark suddenly appeared on his neck.

"Boom......" The human head fell from the fat elder's body.

The cultivation of the swordsman back then had already cultivated to the realm of spiritual cultivation, and that casual move was enough to split mountains and rivers.

And Mo Ling at this time, due to the limitations of his cultivation, he has not yet revealed the true strength of the Illusory Sword Realm, but this is enough to shock everyone.

"If you dissolve Saiki now, I can spare you from dying!" Mo Ling said in a deep voice as he looked at the black-robed man.