Mo Shaoying didn't seem to care about this problem at all, but the Imperial Liuyuan frequently attacked, and for a while, the sword qi was practiced, the mountains were cut and the snow was cut, and the black mangs danced wildly, and the snow powder was all over the sky. If it weren't for Mo Zhongqing's thought of Mo Li's flying sword to block it, I am afraid that the two of them would not have been cut into minced meat on the spot.

Ding Dong watched the blue and black sword qi constantly fighting between him and Mo Zhongqing, and his delicate body trembled with fright for a while, and he already cried with a faint cry: "Brother Shaoying, what's wrong, he, he really wants to kill us?"

Mo Zhongqing didn't answer, and he didn't want to believe it, but the situation in front of him had to be worrying. Could it be that the rumors are not wrong, could it be that the notorious wicked man is really the second senior brother, has he completely changed his appearance!? He suddenly shouted, his body rose high and jumped three feet, and in mid-air, the five-fingered halberd stretched backwards and instantly clenched into a fist, and handed a questioning blow towards that Mo Shaoying.

And Mo Shaoying had also caught this punch steadily.

"Why!"

Just three words are full of thousands of words, and just three words can knock directly on the heart, but what responds to him is a cold iron fist.

"Poof!"

The swift blow hit Mo Zhongqing's chest directly, causing him to suddenly sulk, and before a hot pain could spread, he heard the fist wind in his ears howl like a violent storm coming again. The dingdong behind him was stunned, as if he had forgotten to breathe at this moment, and his eyes were full of surprise, as if to say: "Fight back, don't fight back!"

Of course, Mo Zhongqing has also fought back.

Just look at his face is angry, his anger walks at will, and the Kunlun in his body is determined to take advantage of the situation to form an invisible aura within half a zhang of the surroundings, and Mo Shaoying's body in it is immediately blocked, and the punch is like a turtle speed, but it is only a pause, only to see a small handful of black flames in the fist wind, and the speed of the fist wind returns to normal very quickly, and it smashes on the snow with a "bang", stirring up a piece of broken jade.

Of course, this punch was missed, Mo Zhongqing took advantage of the pause to withdraw away, and then took a step, and stuck to Mo Shaoying again, almost with a face and asked:

"Why don't you speak, why don't you answer? Have you changed? You really did those things!"

The master's life-and-death duel is a fraction of a second, and Mo Zhongqing's move is inevitably a bit exaggerated, but he knows that this is the case, but he has to ask, because at this moment, his heart is already churning with doubts. But what's worse is that he can't see what kind of look is behind the cold mask, and he can't hear even a word of explanation, could it be that the second senior brother has planned to acquiesce to them all, does he really want to kill them all?

Mo Zhongqing was completely angry, and while his fists frequently exchanged attacks to block attacks, he had already pushed the Kunlun Decisive in his body to the extreme, which made Mo Shaoying's figure slow down significantly, and he seemed to feel that something was wrong.

"Bell"!

Of course, Mo Zhongqing had already noticed the abnormality, but he never thought that the second senior brother would really sneak attack in secret, which made his heart even more incomprehensible, and he suddenly put away his sword in his hand, his face was already full of determination, and at this moment, anyone could see that he was going to move seriously.

"Second Senior Brother, you and I practice swords together at fifteen and get along with each other day and night, but I don't want to see each other again for a year to be in such a situation!

Mo Shaoying smiled, he straightened up and shook the abyss, and said with seven points of ridicule and three points of playfulness: "Okay, I'll give you this opportunity." ”

Mo Zhongqing didn't reply again, he knew that the second senior brother had placed a sword at random to move to that station, which seemed to be empty and flawed, but in fact, this was exactly the same as the same should not change, with the wonderful momentum of one to ten thousand, this is like if you only say the first word at the beginning of a sentence, you will never know what this sentence will say, not to mention that he knows that the second senior brother is always full of strange tricks, so wonderful.

Since he can't win with odds in his moves, and he can't see his flaws, he can only break it with strength. But what sword moves can he make to achieve a winning point in an instant? Mo Zhongqing pondered, and suddenly closed his eyes, at this time, he had already remembered the scene of the battle between the head of the Kunlun faction in the earth realm, Zhengyi, and that Meng Po, and naturally remembered the earth-shattering sword!

And Mo Shaoying on the other side was always smiling, but after a while, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore, he was surprised to find that his junior brother Mo Zhongqing's emotions were gradually stabilizing, and what surprised him even more was that even the junior brother was slowly disappearing from his qi induction, if he hadn't been able to see his junior brother with his eyes, he would have mistakenly thought that his junior brother did not exist. And his sword, huh?

"It's ......!"

Mo Shaoying was startled but clenched the hilt of the sword in an instant, he knew that he couldn't wait any longer, if he let his junior brother use this sword, the consequences would be unimaginable, and he would never allow himself to fail!

However, if he wanted to go one inch further, it was even more difficult, he was frozen on the spot as if he had been pointed, and at this time, his junior brother Mo Zhongqing had already opened his eyes, those eyes were crystal clear, faintly shining, he couldn't see joy and anger, he couldn't see sorrow, as if there had never been the slightest fluctuation in eternity. Because of this, this pair of eyes does not seem to be attached to one thing, and it will not be ruthless to all things, which sounds a little contradictory and obscure at first glance, but isn't this the realm that sword practitioners dream of?

"No self and no sword, too forgetful!"

Although Mo Shaoying had not systematically studied the Kunlun School Sword Immortal Technique, these myths and legends had long been familiar with what Master Mo Xingze and Qi Yanzhi said.

"It's going to be defeated, heh!"

Mo Shaoying was wearing the bronze mask on his face, so he couldn't see what he looked like at the moment, but it must be uncomfortable to think of defeat, and this kind of body shape was locked by the sword intent and slaughtered by others, and no one would be willing to do it.

And at this moment, a poignant and sad Xun sound came into Mo Shaoying's heart, which made him suddenly think of the dead Peony, Qingqing, Jiu'er! This made him feel inexplicably angry, and the evil qi in his body also surged, and Mo Zhongqing in front of him naturally heard this desolate Xun sound, the difference was that he thought of Bai Suyi, and when he thought of Suyi, there was suddenly a feeling in his eyes-the private feelings of mortals.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, there was an invisible "click" crack around him, as if something had cracked deeply. Mo Shaoying naturally knew that this was the sword intent wandering around, and it was the constant sorrow of the sword intent, as long as this sword intent was broken, it would be an excellent counterattack for him.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard the second crack, Mo Shaoying suddenly stretched his body, and Mo Zhongqing, who was close at hand, was stunned and felt a flower in front of him, followed by a pain in the back of his neck, and his consciousness disappeared immediately. And what puzzled him and couldn't believe it was that Dingdong wanted to help the second senior brother? Could it be that all this was arranged by the second senior brother and Dingdong in advance?

Ding Dong saw Mo Shaoying knock Mo Zhongqing's sword to the ground, and immediately quickly snatched the sword box on Mo Zhongqing's back made of the branch of Jianmu, and there was also a picture of Sumeru that had long been destroyed. And that seems to be the purpose of Clank.

"Hey, what are you doing so hard, what if you knock Brother Zhongqing badly?"

At this time, Jingle Bell had long lost his previous fearful attitude, and held the sword box of his size in front of his chest and snorted. That Mo Shaoying snorted coldly, and suddenly his right hand trembled slightly, and a black sword qi visible to the naked eye suddenly swept towards Ding Dong. The latter was startled, and just before he could dodge, he said coquettishly: "Okay, you Mo Shaoying, you want to cross the river and tear down the bridge?!"

Mo Shaoying sneered: "We've never been friends, we just take what we need, so before I change my mind, let's get out of here." ”

Ding Dong was stunned, and just wanted to say a few words angrily, but after looking at the sword box, he couldn't help but stomp his feet and said, "Okay, you don't have to regret it." ”

"Regrets?"

Mo Shaoying smiled, he didn't plan to look back.

......

The damp dampness, the pungent musty smell, the room was dim and unclear, except for a light like a bean on the stone table in the middle. Beneath the light and fire was a half-mask, and the entire figure of the person wearing the mask was hidden in the shadows, as if deliberately highlighting how hideous and cold this mask was.

By the hazy light, it can be roughly judged that this is a dungeon, but its simplicity is ridiculous, the four walls are not said to be hung with some decent torture instruments, and even the surrounding walls are made of irregular mud and wood, so it is more accurate to say that it is not so much a dungeon as a dungeon.

There is only a pair of cross wooden frames and shackles in the earthen kiln, and the shackles are brand new and distinct, and they are not as good as this kiln should be. There was also a man in handcuffs, and when the masked man added new oil to the old lamp, the handcuffed man was able to wake up.

With an unconscious moan, Mo Zhongqing will wake up. Although there was still some dull pain in the back of his neck, it did not prevent him from gradually understanding one thing, he was not dead, but it seemed that death was not far away, he shook his somewhat slightly dull head, and with a slight movement of his hands, he heard a series of metallic sounds as promised.

"Wake up? I can't imagine that you have become so vulnerable after not seeing you for a year. ”

Mo Zhongqing's face was stunned, and then he saw the cold mask in front of him, of course he recognized this mask, and he was also familiar with this slightly playful ridicule.