Thinking like this, Mo Shaohua looked at Ling Xuan, who was standing in place as steady as Mount Tai, his eyes changed completely, and there was no trace of contempt, replaced by a serious and solemn face.

For the first time, he regarded Ling Xuan as his real opponent, and he was afraid that he would also be the most difficult opponent he had encountered since cultivating immortals.

The two looked at each other like this, and neither wanted to make a move first.

Everyone watching was already aware of the subtle changes in the two people in the field, and it might not be easy for Mo Shaohua to win. Zi'er knew Ling Xuan very well, and knew that he had already made a move, and if she made a move, even she was afraid of the black immortal trick, Zi'er firmly believed that Ling Xuan would win.

Now that the result has been confirmed, Zi'er looked a little bored, and with a flash of inspiration, she glanced at the ruthless fairy on the side defiantly, and shouted, "Hey, stinky clam girl, how about we make a bet?"

The ruthless fairy smiled and said simply: "Don't gamble." Ever since she lost to the Creation Immortal Hu, she had made up her mind not to bet with anyone again.

Zi'er was surprised and said, "You...... Don't like silver anymore?"

The ruthless fairy chuckled, "Naturally, I like it." But with the head of a little purple bamboo demon, what clever gambling method can you come up with is nothing more than betting on who will win and who will lose. You can see that the weak boy will win, can't I see it, now that everyone knows the answer, what else is there to bet on?"

Zi'er stuck out her tongue and said mischievously: "Stinky clam girl, count you as acquaintances, otherwise, Zi'er will have to win all your money." ”

The inner disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect beside him heard the words of the ruthless fairy, and they were reluctant, and one of them shouted: "Why did the girl say this, Senior Brother Mo's cultivation of the Jindan Dao, could it be that he would lose to a demon in the out-of-body period?"

The ruthless fairy sneered and said, "Jindan Avenue, heh, even the opponent has already made a move, let me ask, is there such an ignorant Jindan Dao person in the world?"

This remark was clearly reminding Mo Shaohua, Zi'er pursed her lips and said dissatisfiedly: "Stinky clam girl, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute." ”

Ling Xuan had indeed already made a move, so the momentum of his whole body turned upside down, but the power of 'sexuality' cultivated by Wu Xian Jue was strange and unpredictable, and Mo Shaohua had never been in contact with it, and the changes in Ling Xuan's body, he only said that it was a human instinctive reaction.

At this time, hearing the words of the ruthless fairy, Mo Shaohua was shocked, the other party had already made a move, but he stood in place and did not move at all, how did he make a move, why didn't he see it? No, even if he is also a Jindan stage cultivator, but it is almost impossible to use mana quietly, how did he do it?

Mo Shaohua thought messily in his heart, he naturally didn't know that Ling Xuan had abandoned his life to cultivate his nature, and it was already in the Mahayana period, and the use of sexual power could be done invisibly, and he didn't need any spells and spells, and he could use the power of sexual power when his mind was turning.

No, we can't wait any longer!

Suddenly, Mo Shaohua's face changed, a fierce cold light flashed in his eyes, like a fierce tiger pounced on a rabbit, a sword directly hit Ling Xuan's heart, no matter how the other party managed to use mana invisibly, he must not sit still.

However, the opportunity has been lost, no matter how to save it, it is only a matter of making up for it, this is the case with Mo Shaohua at this time, Ling Xuan turned sideways slightly, and easily avoided his inevitable sword, Mo Shaohua used too much force, he couldn't close the momentum, staggered a few steps and Ling Xuan's shoulder, the corner of Ling Xuan's mouth flashed a trace of an unfathomable smile, his left foot was raised and slammed on Mo Shaohua's buttocks, Ling Xuan's foot did not use mana, but he still kicked Mo Shaohua's feet unsteadily, and he stumbled out of more than ten steps before stabilizing his body.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, the advantages and disadvantages were immediately apparent, and it was obvious that Ling Xuan had taken the lead, and Mo Shaohua was one step behind. The thirty inner disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect all changed their faces slightly when they saw Mo Shaohua suffer, and more than three hundred outer disciples stayed on the spot, cultivating to an unfathomable inner disciple, and they actually lost to a small demon in the first move?

As soon as Ling Xuan kicked out, Zi'er couldn't help but laugh and said, "Okay, drunk and leper dog!"

Except for Gu Han, the rest of the people also showed a little smile on their faces, and they could all see that Ling Xuan was deliberately humiliating Mo Shaohua. Ling Xuan was indeed humiliating Mo Shaohua, wanting him to make a fool of himself in public, firstly, to avenge the sword marks on his face, and secondly, to rub his flamboyant and domineering spirit.

Mo Shaohua was born in the royal family, he was pampered since he was a child, one person was above and below ten thousand people, after entering the Heavenly Sword Sect, he also received a certain amount of preferential treatment by virtue of his royal status, how could he have been so humiliated? He turned his head, his face was cold, and he looked at Ling Xuan, his eyes were full of viciousness. The right hand shook slightly, and the Proud Dragon Sword in his hand let out a buzzing sound, and suddenly the light was even greater, "You dare to play with this son, you, go to death!"

After saying this, Mo Shaohua's whole person's momentum changed suddenly, and the vigorous mana aura spread from the proud dragon sword, and the surrounding audience was slightly shocked in their hearts, and couldn't help but look at him in surprise, his whole person was like a fierce tiger ready to attack, his eyes like poisonous snakes and beasts, staring at Ling Xuan, everyone could no longer see a trace of the whites of his eyes in his eyes, and the raging anger in his eyes had swallowed all his reason.

Being at the center of Mo Shaohua's anger, Ling Xuan was not afraid at all, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a hint of a smile. However, it was this calm and calm smile that made Mo Shaohua's last trace of reason disappear, he gritted his teeth, and pointed the Proud Dragon Sword in his hand directly at Ling Xuan, faintly, everyone heard a dragon groan, and the Proud Dragon Sword suddenly shone brightly, and all the light instantly converged into an angry dragon, turning over the river and rushing towards Ling Xuan.

Mo Shaohua's move is a very powerful move in the Heavenly Sword Sect's Zhenzong Peerless Sword Technique, although a few people except the Heavenly Sword Sect don't know what the move is, but the power contained in this move is enough to open the mountain and split the stones, the faces of several people changed slightly, and Zi'er reminded in a low voice: "Brother, be careful!"

Ling Xuan was calm, a surging mana suddenly poured into his right hand, and in an instant, his entire right arm was wrapped in a layer of light, and the flickering light was like a free lightning. He stretched out his right hand, gently grabbed the red feather, and pushed forward, "Go!"

Infused by his surging mana, Red Feather let out an excited scream, the palm-sized bird body instantly expanded, and the raging flames rose into the sky, and everyone around couldn't bear such a high temperature, so they all stepped back in unison, and the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect who didn't know Red Feather's true identity looked at the palm-sized bird in amazement, and instantly turned into a scorching fireball, and at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, it collided with the dazzling angry dragon without hesitation.

'Buzz!'

The two collided, the flames and the glow bloomed into dazzling fireworks, and the surging mana fluctuations suddenly spread, and after a short silence, there was a buzz in everyone's ears, and the disciples of the outer sect of the Hundreds of Heavenly Sword Sect who had not cultivated enough were shocked by it.

Although his comprehensive strength far surpassed Mo Shaohua's, Ling Xuan's initial abandonment of life cultivation, and only after refining into a demon fetus a few years ago did he change to a dual cultivation of life, and his single mana was far from Mo Shaohua's.

But seeing that Ling Xuan's face turned pale in an instant, he took dozens of steps back before he stabilized his figure, but he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at Mo Shaohua again, he was also shocked to a certain extent, but he was far from being embarrassed by Ling Xuan, he just took a step back slightly and stabilized his figure. With just one contact between the two sides, they could see the difference between the two, and everyone in the Heavenly Sword Sect looked at Ling Xuan with a strange smile on their faces, as if they had seen a fool who had killed himself.

Although Red Feather was one of the innate spirit treasures, its strength was not as good as before, and after barely striking with the help of the mana that Ling Xuan had forcibly infused into it, it became decadent, recovering the palm-sized body of a bird, and flew back to Ling Xuan's shoulder like a frosted eggplant. Ling Xuan could feel that it had suffered internal injuries.

One blow took the advantage, Mo Shaohua was already victorious, sneered, and stabbed straight at the sword that swallowed mountains and rivers, and the roar of the dragon and sword dragon conjured up in an instant, and more than a dozen phantoms appeared, which was the effect of the extremely fast speed of the sword. Ling Xuan's eyes stared at the stabbing flying sword, and he couldn't tell the direction of its attack, as if every vital part of his body was locked by the Proud Dragon Sword, and no matter how he defended it, it was in vain.