Xie Xuan fell to the ground, feeling that his chest was hot, as if there was a scorching flame in his body, and blood was constantly spitting out from his mouth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He slowly raised his head to look at the opposite side, and a vague figure rushed towards him with a large sword, trying to get up and dodge, but his body was not under his control. The big sword in Zhang Jiao's hand seemed to have conjured into an incomparably powerful Venerable at this time, and stepped on his chest, making it gradually difficult for him to breathe. I thought to myself that I was about to die? My father's revenge has not been avenged, and my grandfather's revenge has not been avenged, but I didn't expect to die like this, I am really unwilling.

The disciples looked at Xie Xuan silently, they didn't expect the senior brother to be so ruthless, they had already heard that he was at odds with Xie Xuan and the others, but there was no need to hurt people's lives no matter how they said it. The Xuanji Daoist not far away also saw that the situation was not good, did Zhang Ji want to kill Xie Xuan? Wasn't he afraid of being expelled from the sect? But now he can't think about it so much, he must immediately come to the rescue, otherwise Xie Xuan will probably die today!

The Xuanji Daoist quickly pinched a trick and prepared to shoot Zhang Ji away. And at this moment, two figures flew behind Xie Xuan, and the speed was so fast that Zhang Xuan didn't even see it, and still slashed at Xie Xuan. Suddenly, a basin-sized ink-colored "two" character appeared in front of Zhang Jiao, this sudden change made him panic, and he hurriedly erected the big sword in his hand to block it, and the word "two" instantly dissipated under the resistance of the big sword, leaving a few points of ink-like true qi to spread in the air.

At this time, everyone looked at Xie Xuan calmly, he was still lying on the ground at the moment, but there were two more people next to him, one of them was holding a white medicine bottle, and sprinkled the medicine powder in the medicine bottle on the sword marks on Xie Xuan's chest, this person was Sima Mo.

Sima Mo was originally very sleepy on the sidelines, but when he saw Zhang Jiao take out the Gangqi Sword, he secretly said that it was not good, although he didn't know this sword, but the faint white light emitted from the sword seemed to know that it was not an extraordinary thing, so he cheered up and prepared to make a move, but he didn't expect Zhang Jie's strength to be very strong, and in the end, he was a step too late, which made him seriously injure Xie Xuan. So he couldn't care about anything else, so he quickly flew to Xie Xuan's side with light skills and applied Jinchuang medicine to him to stop the bleeding. But what he didn't expect was that Nangong Qin actually flew over with him, looking at Xie Xuan with a nervous and anxious expression.

Xuanji Daoist saw Sima Mo playing, so he didn't continue to shoot, he was also very curious about whether Sima Mo was really a gentleman, so he planned to observe it first, but he didn't relax his vigilance, in case Sima Mo was defeated, he immediately stopped it.

Sima Mo looked at Xie Xuan's wound after applying the golden medicine, and at this time the medicine began to work, and the blood had slowly stopped, so he put away the medicine bottle and stood up, looked at Zhang Jiao, who was red-eyed, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, why are you doing this? They are all brothers of the same sect, what's the big deal? Aren't you afraid of being expelled from the sect?"

When Zhang Ji heard that he was expelled from the division, he was also nervous in his heart, and after thinking about it, he said: "I competed with him, the sword has no eyes, and it is inevitable that he will be injured by a little mistake, and besides, I have a sense of proportion in my heart, and I will not kill him!"

"Hmph, Senior Brother, I really didn't expect you to be able to do such a thing! No matter what, he is your junior brother, you really did it!" Nangong Qin looked at Zhang Ji viciously and said.

was sneered at by Sima Mo, Zhang Jiao didn't feel anything, but Nangong Qin also said that he wasn't, so he couldn't stand it. Why is Xie Xuan injured and Nangong Qin so nervous? What is their relationship? Questions popped up from Zhang Jie's mind.

Zhang Jiaogang wanted to open his mouth to explain to Nangong Qin, but Sima Mo said one step ahead of him: "Senior sister, don't talk nonsense with him, you take Xie Xuan to the sidelines to heal, and leave it to me here." ”

Nangong Qin looked at Sima Mo and said "Be careful", and then beckoned Jin Ruiwan to carry Xie Xuan out of the martial arts arena with her and lay on the sidelines.

"Hmph, senior brother, senior brother, if you go to Xie Xuan now and kneel down and kowtow to him and apologize to him very sincerely, I will let you go with a few kind words from the head of the family, you have already violated the rules of the door, don't you want to unite and love each other? But as a senior brother of this sect, you actually hurt your own junior brother ruthlessly, what a sin this is!" Sima Mo looked at Zhang Ji and talked eloquently.

"Hmph, I've already said it, I don't want to kill him, you don't want to lie here to confuse the public!" Zhang Ji shouted.

"I'm lying to confuse the public? Okay, why don't we go to the head of the house now to judge and see who is right and who is wrong?"

As soon as Zhang Jiao heard this, this Sima Mo directly moved the head out, and when he got to the head of the house, it must be his own mistake, anyone with a discerning eye can see it, but he must not admit that he did wrong, otherwise how can he get mixed up in this Chongyang faction?

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiao opened his mouth and said: "I don't need to bother the head of the house for such a trivial matter, you fight with me, if I lose, I will definitely kneel down to apologize to Xie Xuan, what do you think?"

"It's better to be respectful than to obey!" Sima Mo smiled with a clenched fist.

Zhang Ji expected that Sima Mo would definitely not dare to compete with himself, he was idle every day in the sect, everyone knew how he could be his opponent. But I didn't expect Sima Mo to agree so simply, so I was ecstatic in my heart, not only did I seriously injure Xie Xuan today, but I could also teach Sima Mo a lesson, which was really good!

"Sima Mo, let me see what you are capable of, you can make a move first!" Zhang Ji looked at Sima Mo and smiled.

"Then offend!"

After Sima Mo finished speaking, he picked up his big brush and wrote an ugly "one" in front of him, and then waved the brush in his hand, and the word "one" flew towards Zhang Jie, Zhang Jiao looked at it and sneered, waved the big sword in his hand, and the word "one" immediately disappeared without a trace.

"Hmph, Sima Mo, just your little trick, let's quickly admit defeat, lest I accidentally injure you too!" Zhang Ji said.

The onlookers were confused as they watched Sima Mo's attack, what kind of attack was this? Is this an attack? Since Sima Mo joined the sect, those ordinary disciples had never seen him make a move, so naturally they didn't know about Sima Mo's attack. The three Xuanji Daoists who were standing not far away had seen Sima Mo's moves, but now they shook their heads when they saw such a vulnerable attack.

Sima Mo looked at Zhang Jie, then at the brush in his hand, and said with a bitter face: "This can't hurt you? It seems that you can only show all your strength!"

After speaking, Sima Mo's pen flashed with a faint white light, and then wrote a very neat and beautiful "one" word, and then waved the brush in his hand, and the word "one" flew towards Zhang Jiao quickly, Zhang Jiao saw that this word was much neater than the previous word, and vaguely exuded a trace of internal force fluctuations, so he seriously held the big sword and hit the sword, and flew away with the word Chao. And Sima Mo was not idle, he wrote neatly from two to ten next to each other, and after writing one, he waved the brush, and the words went towards Zhang Jie, and the ten words flew out one after another in the air, and the air fluctuated with one by one.

Zhang Jiao's side, seeing Sima Mo's words constantly coming to him, the whole person quickly danced the big sword, and then faster and faster, only to hear a sound of "huh, huh", the big sword emitted a series of sword rays and flew towards the ten words. The sword and the words were about to erupt, and the sound of "bang, bang" was endless, and soon, the sword disappeared, and Sima Mo's ten words also dissipated, and only Sima Mo and Zhang Ji were left in the field with weapons and staring at each other, and the clothes on their bodies moved without wind, and those who understood knew that the two of them were urging their respective internal forces.

"Sima Mo, you've finished writing all ten words, what other tricks do you have? Haha! Although the writing is a little better than the previous one, it's still far from it! Master asked you to be diligent but you refused, and now it's your turn to regret it." It's really sad that your parents gave birth to such an incompetent son as you, but I think your parents are just as incompetent as you, right?"

Zhang Jiao raised his head and laughed after speaking, he now thought that he was completely sure that he would defeat Sima Mo and then humiliate him. But after listening to Zhang Jie's words, Sima Mo put away the hippie smile he had always had, lowered his head slightly, and his face was full of murderous intent. Slowly, he said:

"Zhang Jie, you can scold me, you can beat me, but you can't scold my parents, please apologize immediately!"

"Apologize? What if I scold your parents? Why are you so serious? You want to beat me? Can you beat me, little bastard!"

"Okay, okay! Since you don't apologize, then it's no wonder I'm not polite, I never want to use force to solve things, especially people I don't hate, today you are fortunate to be a person I hate very much! Since I was a child, I have been the pistachio of my parents, and it has been my lifelong dream to make them happy all the time, so I don't need to fight and kill, there is no need to let them know the sweat that their son sheds in order to satisfy them, just let them know that I am a simple child. But today, you dare to insult the person I love the most, insult my dreams, and your sin is unforgivable!"

After speaking, Sima Mo's whole body burst out with dazzling white light, shaking so that all the disciples could barely open their eyes, Zhang Jiao was shocked, and looked at Sima Mo hard, only to see that Sima Mo at this time seemed to have changed a person, his eyes were cold, his face was expressionless, his body was dancing not far from him, and the brush in his hand was writing quickly in the air, "Pick up the lamp to see the sword when you are drunk, and dream of blowing the horn company camp." Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. It only took three seconds to write the five ancient poems of the autumn soldiers on the battlefield, and the next moment, with a big stroke of his pen, all the words flew towards Zhang Jie!