Lin Shuiyue was very satisfied with the performance she had just performed, and after Lin Shuiyue handed over the water, she stood back in the queue of servants like a little maid, and continued to wait for the 'waiter'. For more up-to-date chapters, visit: ШЩЩ.(7)(9)XS.сОМ. And she quietly watched every move on the stage.

Lou Yun's first reaction when he saw Ling Mo was to salute, Lou Yun hugged his fists and bowed, "I've seen Senior Brother Ling." "Although Lou Yun is a true disciple of the true lineage, he himself is still very humble. Except for a few disciples who have mastered the entrance of the hall to assist the directors who do not need to be humble, the other disciples of the same generation must respect him as a senior brother regardless of the length of time they have been in the 'door' and their age.

And Ling Mo's real age is indeed a little older, and his master is still the second master and the elder of the Gong. No matter what point this senior brother screamed in Lou Yun's heart.

Ling Mo's silent face didn't have any superfluous expression, he just looked at Lou Yun coldly, his brows jumped slightly, and then said: "You are the true heirloom, I am in the room, and your status is high for me." This senior brother is not called right, and now that I am fighting as the Northwest Ling family, there is no need to perform these etiquettes to me. Let go of those friendships with the 'door' today, I am now Ling Mo, your opponent, I hope you can go all out. ”

Lou Yun closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, then clasped his fists and said, "I know, then please ask Ling Gongzi for more advice." ”

Ling Mo's pale and cold face finally filled with a hint of expression, it was a smile, although he didn't look good when he smiled......

Ling Mo shouted, "Ha!" In an instant, the entire ring was shrouded in cold air, and the cold wind blew through everyone, and everyone couldn't help but shiver.

Frost began to appear under Ling Mo's feet, and his whole body began to emit cold aura, and even his light exhalation was a burst of white mist. And the source of the cold is his hands.

Lin Shuiyue, who was on the field, was very appreciative of Ling Mo's moves, and Lin Shuiyue thought: "Yes, it is indeed a cold silkworm palm, but it seems that there is still Xuan'yin' true qi." The young man of the Ling family in the northwest is a little interesting. ”

Not to be outdone, Lou Yun saw Ling Mo's move, and he also gently pulled out his Bingqing sword. Seeing this sword, Lin Shui Yue was slightly stunned, and her pupils shrank. Somewhat surprised.

She didn't expect that she would still see this sword, and it was still in the hands of this child, oh! yes, he was Yun Meng's apprentice, maybe Yun Meng passed it on to him. Lin Shuiyue thought so.

Lin Shuiyue thought to herself: "Boy, don't lose the face of this sword. ”

Seeing the cold light of Lou Yun's hand, Ling Mo was even more excited. The cold wind around him became more and more violent, and the water in the air was frozen into ice.

Lou Yun recalled the previous operation method 'door' of the mental method, and began to try to urge and guide the cold qi in his body, and gradually the cold qi in his body attached to the sword along the meridians.

It is like a hundred rivers converging and flowing into the sea.

And his sword wind also carried this cold air, and under the influence of this cold wind, thin snow 'flowers' slowly drifted away. It forms a strong pair with the frost 'flower' on the opposite side.

Lou Yun still remembered Lin Luoyao's words, he couldn't use the horizontal sword, although he couldn't use the horizontal sword, but only with the swordsmanship of the flowing wind and snow and the heavenly machine 'gate', Lou Yun had the confidence to fight with him.

Lou Yun's feet stand in a dry position, and his flowing wind and snow have already started, a radius of several zhang is already his domain, although this 'door' martial arts and its consumption of internal force, but Lou Yun can't take care of these, because Ling Mo's body is his and it is also surprising, if his steps are ghosts, then Ling Mo's is a walk of gods and Buddhas.

In the battle against Xue Hu once, Ling Mo had already shown the true strength of the Qinglian step, one withered and one glorious, seven holy lotuses, and more than doubled as strong at the time of the sword test meeting.

And Lou Yun just wanted to turn his body into an area under my control, only in this way would Ling Mo not easily approach him. And no matter where Ling Mo is, he can feel it with his eyes closed.

The first lotus 'flower' had bloomed under Ling Mo's feet.

Lin Shuiyue looked at the lotus 'flower' at Ling Mo's feet and thought: "Oh, this is ~~~ Shaolin Zen's green lotus step, I didn't expect to be able to see this 'door' martial arts today, fortunately he learned to flow the wind back to the snow, otherwise Qiu Xiaogongzi would be in trouble this time." ”

This time, Ling Mo didn't do much, just walked forward silently, and the lotus 'flowers' under his feet also bloomed one by one. Step by step gives birth to lotus, this is the supreme realm of Qinglian step. This lotus 'flower' is not so simple as decoration, each lotus 'flower' has left a step of Ling Mo, and also left a phantom of Ling Mo, I don't know which phantom is the real him.

Ling Mo silently walked forward and walked in the posture of a god and Buddha again. He didn't seem to care about Lou Yun's wind and snow at all.

Lou Yun was a little suspicious, he didn't know what Ling Mo was going to do, and in a moment Ling Mo finished his own way, leaving green lotuses all around Lou Yun's body.

Although Ling Mo moved forward, he did not go to Lou Yun's forbidden domain, but only left a phanther outside his realm.

But in the next moment, the surrounding phantoms stretched out their hands at the same time, and the cold air went towards Lou Yun. This is the Ling family's Han Silkworm Palm. Han Silkworm Palm 'Yin' Han Wu, Lou Yun's eyebrows and body, hair began to contact frost and snow.

Lou Yun exhaled cold air, a little uncomfortable.

At this time, Ling Mo's voice came: "We are fighting in a dignified manner, always hiding inside, waiting for your internal strength to run out, even if it is not interesting to defeat you." ”

His voice echoed in the ring, like the whispers of a god and Buddha in the sky.

Lin Luoyao couldn't help but worry about Lou Yun, she knew that Lou Yun's body had not completely recovered, and she had already suffered a big loss in this hasty battle, how could she be in harmony with Ling Mo at the peak.

Qiu Yuling is a doctor, she knows Lou Yun's physical condition better, so she shouted to the stage: "Idiot, admit defeat, we can't!"

Lou Yun didn't care, he was thinking about a way to solve the current predicament, if he couldn't defeat Ling Mo this time, maybe he would really kill him.

The excessive coldness made Lou Yun calmer, and Lou Yun's body began to form frost and snow, and there was frost all over his feet within a radius of a few feet. And his sword began to form ridges of ice.

Lou Yun said: "Since this is the case, then I will have a fair time with Senior Brother Ling." ”

Lou Yun turned the sword horizontally, the cold air of the sword was instantly dissipated, and the ice edge of the hilt of the sword was shattered, suspended in the air under the control of the flowing wind and snow, like a crystal clear gem, emitting light under the sun's rays.

And the frost and snow around the sword body slowly formed a solid ice edge.

Then Lou Yun canceled the flow of wind and returned to the snow, took a step forward, waved the Bingqing Sword in his hand, and several ice ridges entered Ling Mo's "Lotus 'Flower' Array" like sharp arrows, and where the ice ridges passed, the lotus 'flower' withered, and the phantom turned into a bubble.

In the end, there was only one person left, and that was Ling Mo's true body, and that ice edge was also tightly grasped by Ling Mo. Then pinch the crush.