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In the clouds and mist, Lin Yi's figure appeared again. Looking at Mo Zhi, whose expression was uncertain, he said coldly: "Do you have to kneel and beg for mercy?"

With a dark face, Mo Zhiyu snorted, pulled his beard fiercely, shook his head and said: "Trying to provoke the old man is nothing more than that you have built a foundation and have not succeeded in your own means! I have to say that the old man has lived for two hundred years, and it is the first time he has seen a young man like you who is witty and decisive...... No, no, you and I are also friends of the same generation, and it is the old man who is rude. ”

It's like a different person, and Mo Zhiyu's black face has a few rare extra laugh lines. It's just that the young man who looked at the other party raised the corners of his mouth again, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he continued: "Those few people escaped alone, and you were left alone to block the enemy, what is the difference between the same door? The old man was puzzled, and he was also deeply unhappy for his fellow Daoists!"

Lin Yi stood far away, posing as if he was leaving at any time, and said curiously: "Old Mo...... Why do you regard me as a disciple of Xuantian Sect?" It means that whether it is clothing or appearance, it has nothing to do with Xuantianmen.

A strange look flashed in his eyes, and Mo Zhiyu sighed: "Oh! It's really a misunderstanding! I have offended before, Mo Mou is making amends!" He arched his hand, took two steps forward with emotion, and said: "I don't know where the name of Youzun and the immortal gate are?

After two steps, the five flying swords were also gone, which made Mo Zhiyu's expression soothe a lot, but seeing that the other party also smiled lightly, he asked rhetorically: "You Black Mountain Sect, is it still comparable to Xuantian Gate?"

"Hehe!" Mo Zhiyu smiled to himself, and said ostentatiously: "Xuantian Gate?

"Hmm, isn't the prestige of the Yuanying Monk enough......" Lin Yi was stunned and silent halfway through his words. He had heard something from Mo Zhiyu's words, but he couldn't believe it. However, why did the immortal sects abandon harmony and draw their swords against each other? This is by no means a sect hegemony in the secular rivers and lakes. People in the immortal path want to live forever, and they want to become immortals, rather than blindly being strong and competitive. And he is just a monk who will build a foundation, Mo Lao'er is so scheming, what is he?

"Haha!" Seeing the other party's disdainful appearance, Mo Zhi, who thought that he had a plan, said with bewilderment: "As long as you join my Black Mountain Sect, you can truly know the strength of my Northern Black Mountain! And you only need to dedicate the sword array to the sect master, and you can ascend to the sky in one step! How ......?"

Lin Yi showed a sudden look, and asked in a puzzled tone: "The Black Mountain Sect is already so powerful, would it care if a sword formation is not successful?"

"Just a sword formation?" Mo Zhiyu said in a lost voice, and after a busy conversation, he said helplessly: "But just a sword formation, dedicating it to my sect master, you can reach the height of the sky, why not?"

It was like talking to a Taoist friend who had been familiar with him for a long time, and while sighing, Mo Zhiyu took two steps forward very casually. saw that the other party raised the corners of his mouth again, his expression was cold, and his body moved suddenly. At this moment, a dazzling brilliance suddenly flashed, and Sen Sen's sword formation rose from the ground-

"Kid treacherous ......" Mo Zhiyu shouted, and the flying sword in his hand went straight to Lin Yi.

"Hmph, old man is shameless!" replied, Lin turned around and left, disappearing into the clouds and mist.

"Boom-"

Another explosion was deafening, Mo Zhiyu was blocked by the sword array, and when he had no choice but to fall down, there were countless swords everywhere in his eyes, and they came overwhelmingly with fierce killing intent. He hurriedly shook his hand, and the nine rings took off his hand, turning into the size of a zhang in an instant, connecting end to end, and rotating rapidly, protecting it in the moment.

"Jingle bell-" The sword struck, all of which were blocked by the nine rings, but the dense attack sound like a shower made Mo Zhiyu secretly shocked. In this heaven and earth, sharp swords are everywhere. Although it is safe for a while, it can't get rid of the shackles of the sword array at the moment.

This is like a siege of five monks in the early stage of foundation building, and the five flying swords are unpredictable, sending and receiving from the heart, and controlling them freely, which is even more difficult to deal with.

This kid's sword array is really extraordinary! Fang Cai still had a little doubt, thinking that the other party was just bluffing, who would have thought that the long-lost sword array would reappear in the world! If you can get this sword formation, this world is so big, you can get it.

In addition to the burning heart, there are some gains and losses. This kid is so slippery, if it weren't for the fact that oil and salt didn't enter, why would the old man be so eager!

In the depths of the clouds and mist, Lin Yi quietly watched the sword array wield, and his heart was also agitated. The original sword formation has always been a means for him to sneak attack the enemy. And Mo Zhiyu's cultivation is profound, and he is afraid that he will not be able to fight with him, so he sacrifices the Five Elements Sword Formation that will take shape. Unexpectedly, the sword array that was cast after the foundation was built was unbelievably powerful. It can be seen that the previous cultivation was limited, and it was difficult to display the true power of the sword array. I remember that there is a cloud in "Xuantian Sword Technique", and when I learned the "Xuantian Sword Array", it is difficult to find opponents left and right. I didn't care about it at the time, but now the formation is powerful, and it's worth looking forward to!

Mo Zhiyu, Mo Lao'er, your words flickered, and your intentions were calculating, when I don't know? It's just that you are cunning and cunning, and it still makes me puzzled! However, the matter of Xianmen has nothing to do with me, and how to kill you is the most important thing.

Lin Yi stepped forward and slowly hid his figure, grabbed the wolf tooth sword in his hand out of thin air, and jumped to the top of Mo Zhiyu's head without a sound. While he was dealing with the sword formation, he held the sword in both hands and slashed down—

The self-defense weapon 'Nine Links' is a high-grade spiritual weapon, and at this time, just like the Nine Dragons Ouroboros are connected to each other, the front and rear left and right are tightly defended. Mo Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly saw that the kid was gone, his heart palpitated, and a fierce killing intent came from the sky. He didn't dare to slack off, with a little finger, the nine consecutive rings suddenly became the number of ninety-nine, forming layers of rings, rising from the sky.

The sneak attack was noticed by Mo Lao'er again, Lin Yi snorted secretly, and his eyebrows were upside down. The sword array was stunned, and the five flying swords turned into a monstrous white wolf fang, which was raised high by him again, and in the whimper, a moonlight poured down-

"Boom-"

Heaven and earth collided together at this moment, and in the explosion, the three rings shattered, and Mo Zhiyu took a few steps back, with a shocked face. Lin Yi flew upside down more than ten zhang away, and only after stumbling did he gain a firm footing, with a grim expression. The surrounding clouds and mist swept away like the wind, and the dark crypt that had not been seen for a long time seemed to be looming, which was actually a sign of the instability of the four elephant arrays.

After sacrificing a few tricks and stabilizing the formation, Lin Yi secretly sighed. The sword that had just gathered the power of the sword array should have the full force of the monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and compared with Mo Zhiyu, it was still inferior. This Mo Lao'er is really a headache!

The Nine Rings are gone, and the momentum of the chain has been destroyed, and it can't stop the power of the sword array at all. Looking at the shattered ring on the ground, Mo Zhiyu's face was terrifying.

How could this vicious boy be so tricky! He was originally just a junior who practiced qi, and he could crush him to death with a single finger. But this is only ten days of work, such a boy who is not amazing, has turned into a foundation building monk. A monk in the early stage of foundation building has not yet established a solid foundation, and it is not enough to shine at all.

But this kid is different! At the beginning of the foundation building, he was like a wolf cub with sharp teeth, revealing a fierce appearance of cannibalism. If you don't have nine consecutive rings, if you weren't a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, maybe you would have been swallowed by this wolf cub!

The six rings slowly flew up, barely protecting the head and tail. Mo Zhiyu's expression could not see a trace of carelessness, he stretched out his hand and touched out three small flags, and said to the kid with a fierce light not far away: "Boy, not only do you have a rare sword formation in the world, but your cultivation is so weird. If you let it go unchecked, will you not become a scourge?"

Lin Yi's eyes stared at the three small flags, his figure disappeared into the clouds, and then he walked out angrily, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he replied: "Mo Lao'er, in my eyes, aren't you also a scourge?"

"Haha!" Mo Zhiyu snorted coldly, walked slowly towards Lin Yi, and said: "You say so, there is some truth! It's just that the old man is hopeless Jindan, so he won't harm more people! You are different......" As he said, seeing that the other party did not flee, he nodded and stopped.

Pointing to the small flag in his hand, he gestured to Lin Yi, and Mo Zhiyu continued: "If you reach the middle stage of foundation building, how can you sit down in peace if you cultivate like the old man? If you reach the Jindan stage, how will you let those fellow Taoists deal with themselves? In time, when you can really cultivate to the late stage of Jindan, except for those three masters, the world is so big, who can control you? Yu Xianmen, Yu Daxia, you are such a heresy, what is it if it is not a scourge?"

Lin Yi, who was careful, couldn't help but be speechless when he heard Mo Zhiyu's words! Is Mo Lao'er's words really ridiculous?

Therefore, the old man will do a great good today...... Kill you!" As he spoke, Mo Zhiyu's tone suddenly became gloomy, followed by three flashes of black light—