Mo Yu tucked her windswept hair behind her ears, turned the handle of her knife, placed it behind her, and struck her thumb with her little fingernail with her left hand from time to time, giving people a feeling of extreme fear. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info because God knows if she's pinching her fingers or playing naughty. She smiled and said, "Do you think I don't know that Yun Zhongyang believes in Xia Yunran and suspects me of rebellion? ”

Wanqing said: "I'm just taking revenge, what does his life and death have to do with me, and the safety of the fairy world has nothing to do with me." ”

Mo Yu snorted and laughed: "Why do you hate me so much, if I don't kill Bai Yu, what will you do? Don't interfere, or overthrow the immortal world with me? The disaster in the yang world should have nothing to do with you, there is no need to hate me." ”

Wanqing said coldly: "I feel disgusted when I see you, so I want to kill, it doesn't matter if you kill Bai Yi or not." ”

Mo Yu said: "I still have this stinky temper when I die, it seems that I have to let you see my horror." For the attainment of dark words, there is no second person in the world, because Hei Luo has been sealed in the 'not that Fanghua', and poor Yun Zhongyang still thinks that it is in Moxian Lake. ”

Wanqing was surprised: "You even know this?"

Mo Yu smiled sideways, awe-inspiring as ice, and snorted: "Back then, Nai Jiu'e sent Nalan Candle to persuade me, and I used this to argue and fight with him, and deliberately let Hei Luo go. It's not a big deal to let her go, anyway, if she becomes a fox, she won't be able to be a human body, so why not use it to practice swords?"

Wanqing stared at her eyes and said angrily: "But now the sword is in Nalan Candle's hand!"

Mo Yu said: "Sooner or later, it's mine, don't worry." 'No's Fanghua is a magic sword that can devour people's souls and become a puppet of the sword. The best destination for this kind of person is to step into the darkness, and he will take the initiative to come to me, and I see Nalan Candle as well. ”

Wanqing said: "You are too whimsical!" After finishing speaking, she stepped forward, one move and one style were incomparable, but Mo Yu dodged very easily, and the fight was extremely easy, not because she was strong enough to aggravate Wanqing's injuries, and her knife skills were not as exquisite as before. Wanqing suddenly felt struggling, as if she was being played, and said hatefully: "Damn, this demon girl's 'Zhuanhua Sword Escape' is like a pagoda that stores the secret books of the exercises, what do you want, how can I reverse the situation?"

At this time, Mo Yu flew elegantly, with a volley in the air, Xu was unlawful, and Wanqing parried with the oblique knife but didn't want her Tang knife to pass by, like flowing water in a roundabout way, stabbing towards Wanqing's heart from an impossible direction. As soon as Wanqing's body retreated, Mo Yu changed his backhand to an oblique cut, and his knife technique was varied, and there were always many techniques to yin the enemy, which was actually the art of war in the knife technique. Often invisible to people, not perceptible, not to hear, not to do the direction of the haunted by the ghost.

Although he was seriously injured, he naturally avoided the instinctive reaction that came from the hard practice of the day, and the knife burial in the "Burial of Yumei" was just and unscrupulous, and only within a few moves, Mo Yu felt soft, and had to withdraw and retreat to change to the "Mo Dun" Xuanfa to defeat the enemy from afar.

Mo Yu wanted to take advantage of her injury to win back a game in the knife technique, but she didn't want to be difficult to suppress, so she knew the horror of Wanqing. She spit lightly, and cast the "Demon Talk", and her true qi dispersed, like black thunder and black fire, squeaking and resonating, and the darkness fell on the day of the collapse of the sky in a trance. The neon clothes bulged, the Tang knife was bright, faintly, in a trance, as if the moon in the sky fell into the world, just fell into Mo Yuan's heart.

Russia, the real anger is cold, and there seems to be a bright moon hanging behind Mo Yuan, and there is a great realm of "catching the moon"!

"The essence of the moon, the devil said. This is Mo Yuan's interpretation of the Lanyue Sect. It means that darkness also needs people to defend it, and the darkness begins the hunt. In Mo Yuan's eyes, darkness is light, and this light is born in the truth of "the winner is king".

Mo Yu said awe-inspiringly: "If you can kill me, I will praise you, but unfortunately you can't do it, the darkness will always rise." "In today's world, Mo Yuan represents darkness, darkness is Mo Yuan, Mo Yuan is darkness, people can't see a trace of light from her, once they look at each other, it is like falling into the abyss.

Wanqing didn't happen, her autumn eyes stared, her cold eyes were like a cold winter, and she clenched the Tang knife with the only remaining consciousness, she knew that Mo Yuan was going to kill her, and if she couldn't catch it, it would really be irreparable.

Mo Yu flew away, like a ghost, unable to see her figure, but saw that her sword cut through the sky, as if only the sharp blade in her hand was the light between heaven and earth, and there was nothing brighter and colder than her. But this sharp Tang knife made a move "Yuehua", but it was cracked by Wanqing, a plum blossom that ignored the cold.

With a light move, "Burial is beautiful", he pointed directly at Mo Yuan's blade with the tip of the knife, put it against the side, and then slashed hard. Mo Yuan was stunned and put the knife on his chest, but he didn't want to be clear, and the Tang knife suddenly turned into a burst of flying flowers, and after skillfully avoiding Mo Yuan's block, it turned into a knife shape and slashed at the waist.

Mo Yuanqiu's eyes widened, and she jumped after turning over at the moment, and before she could land, Tang Dao waved, but she shot like an arrow without sword energy, and it was actually extinguished, as if a meteorite fell from the sky, as if the moon could be driven by her and become her own offensive and defensive soldiers.

Wanqing felt the wind whistling above his head, and the pressure forced people to breathe, and he wanted to jump away but felt that the gravity was extremely strong, and when he looked up, he saw a black translucent ball of light smashed down fiercely, and its surface was attached to the silver thunderbolt, and the black light and shadow dragged out when it cut through the sky was as majestic as a long dragon.

Wanqing was shocked, and it took all her strength to jump away, but Mo Yu teleported, Tang Dao stabbed, Wanqing instinctively wanted to turn sideways, and before her body could avoid it, Tang Dao had already pierced her left shoulder.

Mo Yu sneered: "Hmph...... Light is ephemeral, only darkness is eternal...... They all know that I am dark, but no one dares to kill me, even Yun Zhongyang has to rely on me to help him understand the secret technique he wants. If you want to blame Yun Zhongyang, who taught him to be obsessed with the ghost Dao Stream, if it weren't for him, I might not have set foot in the Ghost Dao Stream, let alone master the 'Zhuan Hua Sword Escape'. Maybe I will calmly experience in the flow of the form and become the successor of Nai Jiu E. ”

Wanqing's eyes were cold, and she jumped back at the moment, Mo Yuan didn't give her a chance at all, Tang Dao slashed again, only to see a black string moon knife qi flying around Wanqing's waist, as if trying to cut her off. Wanqing swirled in the air, and the knife qi also swirled, and in a hurry, he used the "Flying Flower Shadow" to avoid it, but he was still killed, and the blood flowed.

Zhu Yu and the others couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed down one after another, but before they could get close, they were suddenly blocked by the coffin that broke out of the ground. After Zhu Yu saw that it was Wanqing's "ghost escape", she was angry and annoyed: "If you are still strong, don't die!"

Wanqing panted and said, "Take Bai Qi away." The words were very concise, but the eyes were cold and frightening, and they were not allowed to refute in the slightest. But at such times, none of them wanted to leave.

Mo Yuwen smiled: "Let's go, I can find it anywhere anyway, my current interest is to kill Wanqing, and I have no interest in your life or death." Although your plan is good, lead me out of the mountain, and then quickly remove it, but unfortunately no one is my opponent. I am not afraid that the Dragon Emperor and the Empress are coming, they have 'Dragon Disciples', and I have the 'Mo Army', and we are called the 'Three Emperors' in terms of martial arts. ”

As soon as the words were finished, Wan Qing suddenly came violently, ignoring the injury, the knife technique was fast, and the edge was irrepressible. Mo Yu took a few steps back in a fit of anger, and suddenly carried the "Demon Talk", the outer black ball protected the body, the thunder and lightning squeaked, and it expanded. But Wanqing did not flinch, concentrated, and went down with a move of "burying Yumei", the blade was clear and clean, containing the wonder of breaking the road, and briskly separated the black ball.

Mo Yu was stunned and went backwards, who expected Wanqing to chase after him and swing his knife to slash, after Mo Yuan avoided it, Wanqing suddenly pulled out a Tang knife from the flying red umbrella, changing from a single knife to a double knife, becoming more and more unstoppable. Mo Yu couldn't crack it for a while, and she couldn't even parry, and suddenly there was a doppelganger, and she pulled out a Tang knife from the umbrella and attacked from behind.

For a while, the clones came one after another, and the knives came, trapping Mo Yu in the center and struggling to besiege and kill. Mo Yu didn't repel a clone, and another clone quickly made up for it, although there were many people, but they were not chaotic, and the survey was mysterious. couldn't help but let Zhu Yu and the others sweat, such an injury and such a knife technique was undoubtedly a backwater battle, but it couldn't help but be shocked by the clone of the Sen Luo Blade.

Looking forward to the defeat of Mo Yuan...... Even if it's an injury...... Even if you're scared...... Even if it's ......

After looking forward to it for a while, I finally didn't see Mo Yu being hurt in the slightest, and even a single hair was not cut off by the sword wind, and he had stabilized his mind from the shock, and gradually adapted to the siege and killing of such Sen Luo's clone blade. In an instant, the "Demon Talk" exerted its strength, and the Tang knife flew, like a lotus blooming, sweeping away the clone.

If Wanqing hadn't been injured, she might have been able to hurt Mo Yuan, but under the fighting, Wanqing couldn't bear it and spit blood. This flaw was grasped by Mo Yuan, and he fought with deep internal force, and in order to fully grasp it, he did not hesitate to use ten successful forces, lest the sharp blade of the female ghost of Wanqing hurt herself. Immediately after that, he didn't move, his figure fluttered, and he didn't use a knife in front of him, but he came out of his palm.

She knew that Wanqing's knife skills were exquisite, so she didn't dare to use a knife at this opportunity, and held up the dark words in her palm to shoot Wanqing. Wanqing was breathing under a serious injury, and she was powerless to parry, let alone fight back, so she hurriedly recalled the red umbrella grid to block the front. Mo Yu slapped her palm on the red umbrella but felt that the counterattack was powerful, but she didn't want to miss the opportunity, so she tried her best to increase the palm power, and then she slapped the red umbrella away and knocked Wanqing to the ground.

Wanqing staggered to her feet, her face haggard, unsteady on her feet, the red umbrella rising and covering the top of her head, as if blocking the strong sunlight, lest the fragile female ghost with a pale face be hurt in the slightest.

Zhu Yu and the others were sweating anxiously, and wanted to help, but they were trapped by Wanqing's retreat, and they couldn't get out at all, and a cold sentence always echoed in their ears: "Take Bai Yu away." It sounded again and again like a ghostly words asking for life, but Wanqing was speechless, still clear and silent.