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"Gangqi !!"

Mo Yu, who had been attacked by the assassins, did not feel the slightest pain, however, there was an exclamation in his ears. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was the red-robed young man of unknown origin who attacked Moyu, and he saw that the young man's face was a little pale at the moment, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth had long since disappeared, replaced by a shocked expression.

He looked at the thin layer of qi on Mo Yu's unharmed back in a daze, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Mo Yu had already turned around, and then, turning his palm into a fist, he suddenly struck at the red-robed young man who was a little stunned.

"Bang!"

Mo Yu only felt that his fist seemed to have smashed on a steel plate, and he was faintly numb, but when he looked up, he couldn't help frowning, and seemed to be a little surprised.

After forcibly bearing Moyu's punch, the red-robed young man was knocked back a few feet away, but he did not receive any substantial damage, only to see that there seemed to be a blood-colored light mask outside his body, and the light mask was like a thin layer of light mist, which was somewhat similar to Mo Yu's aura.

"You have actually cultivated into Gangqi!" At this time, the young man seemed to be a different person, and became extremely cold, as if this was his original appearance, he looked at Mo Yu carefully again for a while, and then spoke coldly.

"If my guess is correct, you should be from the Demon Clan!" Mo Yu asked as he stood quietly in place, staring at the red-robed young man with blazing eyes.

"Hehe... Yes or no, do you think you can compete with me just by relying on your unruly qi?"

Mo Yu shook his head, and then smiled: "Don't forget where you are now, I don't need to compete with you at all, presumably you don't dare to show all your strength here, if you can, I'm afraid you won't sneak around and hunt strange beasts here alone, although I don't know what your purpose is, but when the elders of the sect come, all this will be clear." ”

"Hmph, since you're so confident, then I want to see how you keep me!" After listening to Mo Yu's words, the red-robed young man seemed to think of something, his expression sank, and then he sneered and turned into a red streamer and attacked Mo Yu!

The speed of the red-robed young man was extremely fast, and as his body swept out, a puff of dust was raised under his feet, like a blood-colored hurricane swept over fiercely.

A tyrannical aura came to his face, which was also mixed with a strong smell of blood, and the menacing blood-colored hurricane was like a desolate beast formed by countless blood, surging up with incomparable ferocity, however, looking at all this in front of him, Mo Yu at this moment only frowned slightly, but there was no fear at all.

He stood there calmly, like an arrow waiting to be shot, ready to fire.

Just as the blood-colored hurricane was coming, his feet shook suddenly, and then his body jumped high, as if turning into a cyan dragon, and soared straight into the sky.

The blue light suddenly lit up, and in this dim dense forest, like a dazzling star, flashed in the air, and then, the shape of the green dragon changed, and with the faint sound of the dragon's groan, it swooped down, and rushed straight towards the blood-colored hurricane.

"Qinglong Linchuan!"

Murong Ruolan, who had been hiding in the shadows, looked at Moyu falling from the sky in a daze, feeling the fierce momentum, and secretly shocked in her heart, but she didn't expect that in just a few days, Moyu's Qinglong Jue had improved a lot, and it was obviously more sophisticated than what she had performed in Dabi before, her beautiful eyes widened, and for a while, she was stunned.

The green dragon and the blood-colored hurricane quickly collided together, and as soon as they made contact, a shocking force erupted, and the grass and trees on the ground swayed wildly, as if they were about to be blown away by the roots, and the giant trees around them creaked, and some seemed to be unable to withstand the impact of the aftermath, and they were even broken.

And the two forces that are the source are still deadlocked, and from a distance, the two forces, one green and one red, have turned into two arc-shaped light masks, which are dead together, and it is difficult to distinguish who has the upper hand for a while.

As time slowly passed, there were changes in the field, only to see that the blue light seemed to be slowly shrinking, but the blood-colored red light was slowly becoming richer, and the scene was like the red light gradually eating away at the blue light, but fortunately, the blue light was also extremely tough, always resisting the impact of the red light.

At this moment, a cold light shot out from a bush behind the blood-colored red light, and if you look closely, the quiet and cold cold light glows with wisps of azure light, it is Murong Ruolan's Zhong Ling Sword!

It turned out that Murong Ruolan, who had been hiding in the shadows, saw that Moyu was in a dangerous situation, so she couldn't help but help.

Because this blow came extremely suddenly, and Zhong Lingjian was an extremely powerful magic weapon, it was just a blink of an eye, and Zhong Lingjian hit the blood-colored light mask hard.

The red-robed young man in the blood color obviously didn't expect that at such a critical time, someone would hide in the shadows and attack him, and while secretly scolding the other party for being shameless, he had to give up the advantage he occupied in front of him and retreat.

But even so, his reaction was still half a minute slower, and although Zhong Lingjian failed to seriously injure him, it still left a deep sword mark on his arm.

Seeing that her blow failed to hit the other party hard, Murong Ruolan secretly said a pity in her heart, but the time has passed, and it seems that now she has to join forces with Mo Yu to fight the enemy.

"I didn't expect me to look away, but you hide it well!"

Although the red-robed young man was injured, he was fine, and after he glanced at Murong Ruolan coldly, he immediately showed a cold smile, and laughed angrily: "The art of the imperial sword?

As he spoke, a majestic force quickly poured out from the red-robed boy's body, this momentum was several times stronger than before, and the suffocating aura made the hearts of Mo Yu and the others tighten, it was obvious that the red-robed boy's cultivation surpassed the two of them too much, and the careful perception was at least a master who had reached the Tibetan Realm.

Thinking of this, although the hearts of the two couldn't help sinking, they had to secretly concentrate on their vigilance, preparing to face the fierce battle in front of them.

"Hmph, just with your little ability, are you still trying to resist?" Seeing the two of them look like they are facing a great enemy, the red-robed young man's sneer is even stronger, and he sacrifices the blood-colored water drop again.

As the momentum of the red-robed young man continued to rise, the blood-colored water droplets floating in front of him faintly flashed with a strange red light, and the light turned from light to thick, looking like a blood-colored essence blood that could not be dissolved, and there was a strong bloody aura coming from it.

However, at this moment, a few flashes suddenly flashed in the distant sky, and it seemed that several dazzling streamers were rapidly passing through the sky, and looking at its direction, it was the valley where several people were.

As if sensing something unusual, the red-robed young man's face suddenly changed, only to hear him snort coldly, and suddenly swept the blood-colored droplets in front of him towards the two Moyu.

Immediately, Murong Ruolan only felt that her eyes flickered, and it was actually a bright red, and the blood-colored droplets that shot out turned into a surging blood-colored torrent in an instant, as if she was about to drown herself.

"Qiang"

Seeing that this blood-colored torrent was menacing, Murong Ruolan sacrificed the Zhong Ling Sword without hesitation, and looking at the blue brilliance that came out of the sword body, she felt a little relieved.

Immediately after, with a finger of the sword trick, Zhong Lingjian groaned lightly, and then flew forward in the air, slashing towards the blood-colored torrent!

Zhong Lingjian's sword aura was like a rainbow, and when he saw a flash of cold blue light, the blood-colored torrent was split into two and broken into two.

Seeing that the blow worked, Murong Ruolan's face was overjoyed, and she turned her head to say something to Mo Yu, but the next moment, her smile froze on that beautiful face.

I saw that the blood-colored torrent that had been split in two had only stagnated for a few breaths, but it continued to surge over at this moment.

As the so-called drawing the knife and cutting off the water, it seems that the blood-colored water droplets in the hands of the red-robed young man are indeed an extraordinary treasure, and even the Zhong Ling Sword can't stop it in the slightest.

At this time, a faint dark cyan light suddenly lit up, the light was very weak, and if you looked closely, it was like a wisp of ribbon with a faint light, it was Moyu who made a move!

As soon as the cyan ribbon appeared, it swept towards the blood-colored torrent, its speed was not very fast, but what was surprising was that it actually stopped the rapid torrent slowly.

Immediately afterwards, the dark blue ribbon slowly shrunk, as if turned into a round grinding disc, the grinding disc as a whole is dark blue, but the color is quite different, half rich and half dull, if you only look at its shape, it seems to be somewhat similar to the Taiji figure, but there is no Taiji diagram that natural breath of heaven and earth.

The grinding disc rotated slowly, as if it was gradually crushing the rolling blood-colored torrent, and the blood-colored torrent continued to wear away in the continuous rotation of the grinding disc, and after a while, it was consumed and turned into nothingness.

"Hey, what about the demon boy?" When the blood light dissipated, Murong Ruolan swept around, but she lost the trace of the red-robed young man.

Unfortunately, he couldn't be stopped. Mo Yu sighed silently in her heart.

At this moment, several rather familiar breaths suddenly swept from a distance, and when I looked up, it was the elders of the sect who had arrived.