In the ring, two figures stood tall, a man and a woman.

The wind blew, Mo Qingyuan's black silk flew, and his slender body carried a long sword, which set off the graceful curves and slender posture.

"Senior sister, it's really unfortunate that I met at this time!"

On the opposite side of Mo Qingyuan, a man stood casually, looking a little lazy, with a long sword overflowing with blue light hanging from his waist, his right hand was lightly covered on the hilt of the sword, Jun Wuregret smiled lightly, tilted his head to look at Mo Qingyuan, and then said softly.

"It's also a kind of fate. ”

Mo Qingyuan nodded, having said that, there was a dignified look on his face, Jun Wuregret's strength was quite strong, and it was really a little tricky to meet at this time.

"Please also ask the unrepentant senior brother to teach!"

Mo Qingyuan pulled out his long sword, the sword was like autumn water, his delicate face became serious, and with a slight wave, there was a sword sound in the air.

"Senior sister, please!"

Jun Wuregret stretched out his left hand and made a gesture of please, and at the same time held the right hand of the hilt of the sword, and with a slight lift, the long sword and the scabbard were separated a little, and the sword light flashed, and the blue light flowed out.

Mo Qingyuan tiptoed a little, her body fluttered out like a butterfly, and at the same time, the long sword danced, and a sword light formed in the air, when she appeared three zhang in front of Jun Wuregret, seven cold light forced the sword shadow to levitate in front of her, and with a wave of her slender jade hand, the sword shadow broke out of the air.

The sword shadows flickered, and they rushed forward in a spiral array, and the overlapping seven sword shadows were as indestructible as a poisonous dragon drill.

"Sevenfold Shadow Thorn!"

Mo Qingyuan snorted lightly, and the light of the seven sword shadows flashed, and the speed increased suddenly, rushing out, and in an instant, he appeared in front of Jun Wuregret.

Without stopping, seven sword shadows stabbed out.

Mo Qingyuan looked at the place where the sword shadow fell, her face was serious, she knew the strength of Jun Wuregret, so as soon as she made a move, she had no intention of tempting, and directly used powerful martial arts.

The sevenfold flash stabbed out, Mo Qingyuan did not hesitate, the handprint changed again, and the yuan power around his body appeared like a cloud, and immediately converged on the long sword, from the hilt of the sword, spreading to the tip of the sword.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", ......

In the light of Yuan Li, a piercing voice came out, a figure gradually became clear, Jun Wuregret pulled out the long sword, the blue light overflowing sword body, flowing out of the cyan flame-like Yuan Force, the tip of the sword has not completely left the scabbard, forming a cyan shield of light in front of him, allowing the sevenfold sword shadow to rush forward, but it has never been able to break through.

"Poof!"

Jun Wuregret raised his right hand, the long sword was completely unsheathed, and a cyan arc of light flashed, completely blocking the sevenfold sword shadow at once, and the light turned into a point of light, flying in the wind in the ring.

With the cyan long sword in his hand, Jun Wuregret raised his eyebrows, and a shadow in the sky in front of him tore through the heavy points of light, and his slender arms overlapped, and the delicate long sword was covered with a light as pure as armor.

"I'm in a hurry. ”

Jun Wuregret seemed to laugh, and when Mo Qingyuan's long sword stabbed over, his figure flashed, and disappeared directly in place, Mo Qingyuan swept by, his face changed, he turned around quickly, and the long sword went up.

"Ding!"

The cyan long sword that suddenly appeared behind him was picked open by the long sword, Mo Qingyuan snorted lightly, and the long sword swung out, swept out in a dazzling attitude.

The frequency and strength of the attacks have reached a very powerful point.

But this kind of bombardment-like attack is not as rough as imagined, but has a hearty wanton chic, and it looks like it has a kind of exquisite beauty.

Just like a butterfly, shuttling and dancing in the space, the dazzling figure is comparable to the exquisite and elegant landscape paintings in the world.

Wei Qianmi was a little stunned, he couldn't wait to be Mo Qingyuan's opponent, even if he was cut a few scars by that sword shadow, it was worth it, I have to say that this kid's obscene mind is really a bit bad.

Everyone looked at the splendid hand-to-hand, and they were also a little amazed, admiring Mo Qingyuan's beautiful and fierce offensive like a thousand miles, and at the same time, they were also impressed by the overwhelming sword shadow who was still calm and unhurried, and walked leisurely like a leisurely stroll.

After an offensive, but was resisted by Jun Wuregret, Mo Qingyuan's face was solemn, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Senior sister, be careful!"

Jun smiled without regrets, and suddenly made a mistake, as if he was lightning speed, he sideways in front of Mo Qingyuan, and his palm poked out, directly grabbing Mo Qingyuan's arm.

Immediately, a soft and boneless delicate body, fanning the fresh fragrance, rushed into his arms, Jun Wuregret bent the corner of his mouth, and his palm swam out like a needle, and immediately directly hugged the slender willow waist that was as slender as a willow and as warm as jade.

Slightly cold, but warm and soft to the touch, like a small electric current flowing between the palms of the hand, crispy and numb.

"Ahh

Mo Qingyuan exclaimed, and a trace of redness immediately appeared on his face, but it immediately turned into anger, and the long sword was raised upside down, and his backhand stabbed out from under his armpit.

Jun Wu regretted letting go, and retreated lightly, Mo Qingyuan's back was subjected to a soft force, took two steps forward, and stood up straight.

Looking at Jun Wuregret, Mo Qingyuan's cheeks were crimson, but his eyes flashed with shame and anger, Yuan Li flowed out, and he directly screamed, and rushed towards Jun Wuregret again.

Facing the figure of the beautiful woman rushing over, Jun Wuregret was quite calm, his palm was bent, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he felt really good just now.

The soles of his feet stepped continuously, as if stepping on seven stars, and under a few flashes, he appeared next to Mo Qingyuan, and the rapid speed made the latter lose his face, and before he could make a move, his body was crooked, but there was a warm feeling in his hand, and a figure standing straight pulled her.

"You ......"

Mo Qingyuan had complicated thoughts in her heart, holding the long sword in her other hand, and stabbed at Jun Wuregret at once, but there was a strong force in her hand, and her body was brought up again, and then a fat face flashed in front of her, and one palm was gently wrapped around her waist.

The body, as if it had been shocked, had a strange feeling.

A few strands of hair flew between the two faces, the face with a lazy smile was almost smeared, and the tip of Mo Qingyuan's snow-white and upturned nose was gently wiped.

This scene made Mo Qingyuan a little sluggish.

Jun Wuregret's body suddenly froze, and he froze directly in front of Mo Qingyuan, and his two faces were almost close together.

Mo Qingyuan's pupils shrank, a face approached, and then closed his eyes reflexively.

A touch of coldness, it's for Sakura!

Jun Wuregret gently took the red lips in his mouth.

Then, immediately pull out!

At the same time, there was a hearty laughter.

Mo Qingyuan stood in place sluggishly, the long sword was on the ground, the breeze blew, the hair was lifted and flew diagonally across his face, and on his delicate and fair cheeks, a seductive crimson like a burning cloud was completely smudged away.

It is a kind of water lotus flower that is not shy, blooming between heaven and earth, exuding unparalleled beauty.

Time and space seem to be frozen, and all that fills my mind is the face just now, that little warmth, that kind of softness, and that kind of possession.

In the sight, Jun had no regrets, the man stood quietly not far away, but at this moment, Mo Qingyuan suddenly had no idea of making a move, and the whole person seemed to be drained of strength.

"...... Uproar"

However, the crowd watching the battle might as well be silent, and the blazing noise exploded, staring at Jun Wuregret one after another, like a sword and sword, trying to poke him through.

This is too rampant, too unscrupulous, and everyone in the ring dares to do such a thing.

Shameless, rascal, so immoral!

Many monks howled, and the group was angry, one by one they pulled their sleeves and wanted to dismantle Jun Wuregret's posture, Mo Qingyuan, a woman who was incredibly beautiful, that kind of indifferent and light temperament, but also captured the hearts of countless monks, and now they are molested by this kind, no matter who you are, they will be drastically chopped together, and then chopped into meat sauce.

Among the angry people, Wei Qianmi shouted quite happily, jumping to his feet with an angry look, as if he wanted to eat Jun Wuregret alive, but in his flickering little eyes, there was a hidden sentence: Brother, bring me this kind of good thing!

Although he was shouting at this time, Wei Qianmi had already decided, he had to study hard with Jun Wuregret in the future, this guy is a talent, a technical party, and he directly stunned the woman, how did he do it?

Mo Qingyuan came back to his senses, his face was full of anger, he only felt his qi and blood surging, and rushed towards Jun Wuregret with his long sword, but the light and shadow flashed in front of him, and Jun Wuregret appeared beside her.

She fainted all at once.

Jun Wuregret hugged Mo Qingyuan, smiled, and immediately walked to the edge of the ring, but the hateful thing was that he also waved to many monks.

Hang and bomb God!

Wei Qianmi looked admiring, he finally met a guy with thicker skin than him, this Nima did not feel guilty at all, but had a kind of glory and triumphant self-satisfaction.

This should be accompanied by another sentence: comrades have worked hard, then they will be blind.

"You have no regrets!"

As soon as he walked to the ring, a figure flashed like lightning in the distance, and the voice containing strong anger resounded, making the hearts of many monks tremble.

"Ahem, uncle, don't stare at me like that. ”

Jun Wuregret's words made everyone's jaws almost hit the ground.

Under the ring, the man in the moon-white shirt with an angry face also twitched the corners of his mouth, and his whole body of yuan power rolled out, and the terrifying power spread, and his palm was raised, with a posture of wanting to slap Jun Wuregret to death.

However, Jun Wuregret's body flashed, and the ring behind him shot out of stones, he looked at the man, his mouth was full, and his eyes looked in front of the square.

"You wait for me!"

The man's face was gloomy, his voice was low, Yuan Li retracted into his body, walked over and said fiercely: "Give me Qingyuan!"

"Come, uncle, take good care of my daughter-in-law!"

After Jun Wuregret finished speaking, he disappeared as soon as he slipped through the smoke, and a sentence floated out of the crowd: "Ahem, uncle, come on, don't be eliminated!"

"Jun!

Behind, the man hugged Mo Qingyuan, looking at the direction where Jun Wu regretted disappearing, three words, low and full of power, burst out from his throat.