Hearing the sound of shouting, Mo Xuan didn't pay attention to it, only to see his hands sealed, urging the palm thunder to rush towards Mo Ling at a faster speed, originally he just wanted to teach Mo Ling a lesson, Mo Xuan was a human being in two lives, and Mo Ling's bullying of himself over the years was just a child's play in his opinion. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But now that Mo Ling has murderous thoughts about himself, how can Mo Xuan still endure it? Although he doesn't like to fight for these false names on weekdays, but since others have bullied him, then Mo Xuan is also a person with backbone and temper, how can he endure this matter?

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, I saw the thunderball shooting towards Mo Ling, and at this time, Mo Ling couldn't move in a stunned position, and could only watch the palm thunder gradually enlarge in his eyes, and he seemed to have seen the blurred scene of his flesh and blood being blown up by the palm thunder.

Just when Mo Ling could already feel the blazing heat of the thunder in his palm, and closed his eyes and waited for death, an old palm narrowly grabbed the thunderball in his hand.

Seeing that the thunderball was rubbed a few times by the owner of the palm of his hand and then disappeared without a trace, Mo Xuan turned his head to look, only to see Mo Yuanlong looking at himself with a gloomy face.

sighed secretly in his heart, it was still unrealistic to kill Mo Ling in front of the public today.

"At a young age, you can't leave you behind!" With an angry shout, Mo Yuanlong raised his hand and came at Mo Xuan.

This Mo Ling is Mo Yuanlong's own grandson, and Mo Yuanlong's lineage has been passed down from generation to generation, if he hadn't seen the opportunity and made a decisive move, I'm afraid that Mo Ling would be seriously injured even if he didn't die, which made Mo Yuanlong how could he endure it? Under the anger in his heart, he couldn't care about a lot.

Seeing Mo Yuanlong's move, Mo Xuan's face changed slightly, Mo Yuanlong's ability to serve as the Great Elder of the Mo family is naturally not an ordinary person, he wants to take action against himself, where does Mo Xuan have the strength to fight back?

But how could Mo Xuan be a person who was waiting to be killed?

I saw that between Mo Yuanlong's sprints, a faint cyan aura appeared on his right hand, and this aura condensed into a knife in Mo Yuanlong's hand in an instant.

Mo Yuanlong's right hand aura knife was strong and stabbed at Mo Xuandang's chest, seeing Mo Yuanlong's blow, he was going to stab Mo Xuandang in the chest.

Seeing that this blow was amazing, Mo Xuan couldn't help but panic, and shouted: "Old horseman, it's really shameless." ”

As the words fell, Mo Xuan raised his spirit, frantically operated his aura, formed a palm with his left hand, and pushed it out fiercely in front of him.

I saw that the aura in Mo Xuan's left palm was gushing wildly, and with the power of the recoil of this palm, Mo Xuan's left foot retreated, and his right foot took a step to the left, and his whole body turned in a circle, shooting towards the ring.

Mo Xuan dodged Mo Yuanlong's blow to the chest, and stood still by the ring, feeling a tingling pain in his chest. Looking down, I saw that the clothes on my chest were torn apart by the wind pressure brought by Mo Yuanlong's sharp blow, and blood continued to flow out of a shallow wound.

Mo Xuan was secretly afraid in his heart, and he was a little nervous, and the index finger of the middle finger of his left hand was a sword finger, pointing at Mo Yuanlong in the air, and an almost transparent aura shot towards Mo Yuanlong.

This trick was learned by Mo Xuan from Tianxin Kuhailu, and it was a means for secular martial artists to cultivate to a higher realm of martial arts, called Sword Qi, and this Tianxin old man incorporated a lot of this secular martial arts in the book.

According to the old man Tianxin, the predecessors of these secular martial arts were some ancient techniques, but the cultivation in the bodies of ordinary martial artists was a mixed and unrefined internal force true qi, so they could not reproduce the power of this ancient magic.

The sword qi that Mo Xuan used the aura in his body to cast was naturally not comparable to ordinary martial artists, and he saw that the sword qi shot towards Mo Yuanlong like a torrential rain.

Mo Yuanlong didn't expect that Mo Xuan actually had the power to fight back, and he was caught off guard by this not weak sword qi in a hurry, and he dodged only to see that there was actually a hint of embarrassment.

Seeing that the blow was successful, Mo Xuan did not stop, and the sword qi between his fingers was even more ferocious. Mo Yuanlong's heart burned when he dodged, thinking that he had been forced into such a situation by a little monk who had just stepped into the seed-seeking realm.

I saw Mo Yuanlong shout softly, and took out a three-foot long sword from the Sumeru bag, and the sword qi was all opened between swings.

This makes the sword all rely on the flexibility of the wrist, and ordinary martial artists, no matter how fast the sword is between the sword, there will inevitably be a trace of stagnation. But Mo Yuanlong is a monk in the quenching realm, and his dexterity is not comparable to those ordinary martial artists who make swords, only to see the three-foot long sword in his hand like a straw, pointing, stabbing, chopping, chopping clouds and water, where is there a trace of stagnation?

Previously, Mo Yuanlong was just caught off guard by Mo Xuan's sudden attack, but at this time, he came back to his senses and immediately recovered his declining momentum, wielding a long sword and pressing towards Mo Xuan step by step.

Seeing that the long sword was about to come, Mo Xuan was secretly thinking about how to deal with it, and Mo Changfeng shouted loudly outside the court: "Great Elder, don't stop yet!"

Mo Changfeng's shout was mixed with a trace of the coercion of a cultivator of the Cultivation Realm, and when he heard this shout, Mo Yuanlong's heart was shocked and he came to his senses.

Today is the coming-of-age ceremony of the Mo family, there are many people who have been invited to watch the ceremony, and it is already inappropriate for them to make a move before, if they immediately restrain Mo Xuan, it will be okay, but at this time, relying on their own cultivation to be strong and hurt Mo Xuan, then I am afraid that the Mo family will fall into the name of bullying the small.

Hearing this shout, Mo Xuan also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and withdrew his hands, at this time, the spiritual energy in his body was about to be exhausted, if he insisted on it for another moment or three, I am afraid that he would not need Mo Yuanlong to do anything, and he would run out of oil.

Seeing Mo Xuan withdraw his hand, Mo Yuanlong snorted coldly and put away his long sword, and drank: "Don't get off the stage yet!"

Then he turned to the guests in the audience and hugged his fists and said, "The disciples in the clan have no way to discipline them, which makes everyone laugh." ”

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Mo Yuanlong summoned a servant to send the frightened Mo Ling back to the house to rest, and after a little discussion with several clan elders, he came to the stage to stand still.

"After the agreement of the elders and patriarchs of the clan, Mo Ling, Mo Ying, Mo Xiong, Mo Hao, and Mo Jie have excellent talents and become the core disciples of the clan, and although the rest of the people are slightly poorer in cultivation, they have also passed the clan test and will go to the three elders to accept the arrangement later. ”

Speaking of this, Mo Yuanlong looked at Mo Xuan, paused slightly, and continued: "Mo Xuanmu has no respect, and he is ruthless when he competes, from today on, he will deprive the clan of all his identities, but his cultivation is acceptable, and he will go to Yunzhou City to do some business in the clan." Do you have any opinions?" After speaking, Mo Yuanlong raised his eyes and looked at Mo Xuan, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and secretly proud in his heart, let you work hard, in the end, it is not up to me and other clan elders to have the final say?

Hearing the arrangements and dispositions for himself, Mo Xuan sneered: "Since the elders and family heads in the clan don't like me, why don't you just expel me from the Mo family?"

"Evil obstacles! The clan is so grateful to you like this, and you are still messing around here, retreat quickly!" Mo Yuanlong heard Mo Xuan's words, his old face turned red, and he shouted angrily.

"Hmph, the Great Elder doesn't have to bother much, ...... today I didn't plan to stay in the Mo family in the first place. ”

After speaking, Mo Xuan took off the Xuantie dagger on his waist and held it in his hand, and his palm suddenly exerted force, only to see the Xuantie dagger burst out like a black lightning, and it was nailed to the ring with a "bang".

The basalt ring is like tofu, and the black iron dagger is nailed up to the end handle. Everyone was shocked by Mo Xuan's sudden move, and the audience was silent.

Mo Xuan snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the gate of the Mo family.

"Rebel!" An angry shout suddenly came out, and a black figure came towards the wind in the field, and there was a trace of wind and thunder between the lines......