Mo Zicong looked at Lu Chuan, who was constantly attacking around him, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: What a monster like a brute beast!

He pinched his fingers, and the white light on his chest flashed, and in an instant, he turned into an angry dragon and went straight to Lu Chuan with a whistling sound, and the sound was very similar to the sound of a dragon's roar. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Great Dragon Yin!" When the spirit dragon flew out, Mo Zicong's eyes lit up and he let out a low snort.

The spirit dragon roared, opening its huge mouth and swallowing directly towards Lu Chuan.

Kindness?

Lu Chuan's eyes narrowed, and his body retreated. His eyes glared at the spirit dragon, and he kicked the ground suddenly, and the ground around him suddenly sank a few points at the moment of the spiritual energy explosion, and Lu Chuan was already like a cannonball out of the hall and went straight to the spirit dragon.

"Scatter me!" he burst into a shout, his hands clenched each other like hammers, his whole body burst with aura, and the white light on his hands flashed, and he smashed towards the spirit dragon at once!

Rumble!

It's like a boulder falling into the sea, instantly setting off a monstrous wave. A whistling force rushed out of his face, and the surrounding bushes and leaves were rustling.

The spirit dragon dissipated, and Lu Chuan fell to the ground.

"Your attack is not very good, but your iron lump is as hard as a turtle shell!" Lu Chuan teased.

Mo Zicong couldn't hear the sound outside the strings, he chuckled and pouted, pinched his handprint, and the Mitsubishi shield suddenly turned into a streamer and sank into the mustard bag on his waist.

"Brother Dao, the power of this brute beast, you don't dare to touch it hard. However, although the defense is good, it is not as good as attacking, Brother Dao be careful!"

After Mo Zicong finished speaking, a mustard bag spirit sword instantly appeared in front of him, the white light was dazzling, and the aura was compelling.

"Slash!"

With Mo Zicong's shout, the spirit sword slashed forward, and suddenly a sword light pierced through the four directions, hitting Lu Chuan directly with the sound of breaking the sky.

Lu Chuan's expression became serious,

"Damn, the master doesn't have a weapon! This mustard bag is really active...... "glanced at the mustard bag on Mo Zicong's waist, then clenched his fists, and galloped again with a shake of his body. At the last moment, he dodged the galloping sword qi, and the sword qi fell to the ground, the surrounding bushes broke off at the waist, and the ground debris splashed everywhere, leaving a long deep pit mark!

This Nima!

Seeing the attack of this sword qi, Lu Chuan gasped and felt palpitations. However, his heart was not yet at peace, Mo Zicong picked up the spirit sword and jumped over, attacking again, the spirit sword was like a spirit snake swallowing a snake core in the air, and every attack carried a deterrent power, and for a while Lu Chuan could only hold his head and run away, without the power to fight back.

"Haha, why don't you sacrifice your weapon, if you escape like this, it's boring to fight!" Mo Zicong kept the long sword in his hand, but said loudly in his mouth.

I'll sacrifice your uncle! Lu Chuan whispered to himself!

Think you'll be able to scream like this?

A hint of fierceness appeared in Lu Chuan's eyes, "Ghost Hurry!" When the words fell, his speed increased instantly, and he carried an afterimage behind him when he walked away. The sudden increase in speed made Mo Zicong unexpected, Lu Chuan dodged his attack at once, his body shook and he got close to him, and hit Mo Zicong's head with a whip leg!

This speed!!

Mo Zicong's pupils shrank suddenly, and he didn't have time to marvel at Lu Chuan's strange acceleration, he burst out with aura and elbows to block Lu Chuan's attack.

But Lu Chuan's strength was so strong, even if he was a tenth-level Qi cultivator, this blow directly kicked him into the air, breaking the bush next to him and falling to the ground in embarrassment.

Ahem......

Mo Zicong's qi and blood surged, but fortunately, the body of the tenth-layer cultivator of his qi cultivation was strong, except for being embarrassed, it didn't matter much. Of course, this is also because of Lu Chuan's control of strength, if the two of them fight, this kick will never be so easy.

"Haha, happy! Since you are so obsessed with my rabbit meat, what will you do!" Lu Chuan succeeded in his blow, and he was in a happy mood. The end now is the best result, this person's spirit sword is very tricky, and if he continues to fight, he will only suffer.

With a shake of his body, he came directly to the bonfire, and the golden juice of the rabbit meat had turned yellow, and the meat was fragrant, which made people salivate! Lu Chuan grabbed the rabbit meat and threw it to Mo Zicong, and then his body jumped, like a green swallow, stepping on the branches and leaves of the bushes and gradually moving away!

The spirit sword in Mo Zicong's hand moved, and it stabbed straight into the flying rabbit meat. His hair was a little disheveled, his face was covered with dust, and he looked at the rabbit meat with a wry smile.

This man...... Interesting!

He didn't get angry at all, but became more interested in Lu Chuan. Today's battle is not fun, but no matter who you are, Dabi will eventually show up on the day, and then fight again!

"Brother Mo, what is this?"

After a while, a figure quickly came, feeling the traces of aura remaining in the air, and seeing Mo Zicong's embarrassed appearance, he immediately came to Mo Zicong and said with questions.

"Brother Er, it's okay, just a little bit of a discussion with a Daoist brother of your sect just now!" Mo Zicong's aura in his hand moved, and he threw out a dust-removing method, and he returned to his previous appearance as a handsome son.

When the person heard this, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he was at the peak of the tenth layer of Qi cultivation in front of him, and it was estimated that the only person who could beat him so embarrassed was a monk in the foundation building period. But this is within the scope of the Divine Fall Pavilion, where did the foundation building monks come from?

"Brother Er, do you know which Daoist friend of your sect has made achievements in the formation and body refining?"

"Formation and body refining?" The person who came thought for a moment and continued: "The only ones who have made achievements in the formation are the senior brothers of the Formation Immortal Pavilion, and there are only a few people who can compete with Brother Mo, but I haven't heard that they have practiced the art of body training!" As he spoke, his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, and continued: "Brother Mo is sure that it is a technique of body training, not some kind of spell that blesses the body? As far as I know, the Formation Immortal Pavilion has a formation that can bless itself for a certain period of time!"

This person directly ignored the Divine Fall Pavilion, not that he didn't expect the Divine Fall Pavilion, but that he knew that the Divine Fall Pavilion was only existing in name only. Lu Chuan of the Divine Fall Pavilion, he knew, he was just a disciple who had just passed the Life and Death Monument for a year, even if his physical skills had improved, but he could beat a monk of the tenth level of Qi cultivation so embarrassed?

"Oh?" Mo Zicong's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression. In this way, he was really not sure if Lu Chuan's situation surrounded by aura was a body refining technique. However, as soon as he heard this person say it, he was closer to the effect of the formation blessing. "Hearing what Brother Er said, the trick that person used was really like a blessed formation. At that time, I was confused, and I actually believed that this person could achieve such an achievement in formation and physical skills at such a young age...... Oh, I wonder if Brother Er knows about this person?"

There was a hint of admiration on the face of the person who came and said, "If you say that, then only the ink white-clothed senior brother of the Array Immortal Pavilion can have such ability!"

"Ink white. Mo Zicong muttered in his mouth, and gradually the battle intent in his eyes was revealed.

When the visitor saw this, although he didn't show anything on his face, he shook his head in his heart. Although this Mo Zicong practiced Qi tenth-level cultivation, Senior Brother Mo was a formation mage in the foundation building period, and it was impossible for him to be an opponent.