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- "Isn't this Murong Qiuyu from the Murong family in Tianfang Suge? One of the Seven Heroes of Dongsu has been confirmed as one of the ten generals. Why is he still challenging? Wait! Among the four young masters of Qinglong, Young Master Fenxin is not from the Mo family. Mo Shaoqing? Isn¡¯t it said that Mo Shaoqing got carried away while practicing and got seriously injured? He has already given up on competing for the top ten generals, what else is he challenging the opponent for?¡±
"What you said is wrong. I heard that it was because Young Master Fenxin of the Mo family was afraid of losing too badly, so he deliberately injured himself and withdrew from the Sword Club. Young Master Fenxin was simply an illusion, but was promoted by the Mo family's big name. .¡±
Murong Qiuyu¡¯s challenge immediately aroused the excitement in the entire venue. Some people were surprised, some were contemptuous, some were gloating about the misfortune, and a few people¡¯s eyes flickered, implying inexplicable deep meaning.
In the main hall of Qinglong, a middle-aged man in flame-patterned clothes looked angrily at an old man in black not far away, his eyes flashing with fire: "Venerable Xuanshui, is this too much?"
The old man in black laughed: "Master Fenling, please don't misunderstand me. This is just a joke among the juniors. I don't know anything about it. How about this, I call him back. This kid is really messing around. Shaoqing is seriously injured." How can I fight with a sword if I can't even lift the sword?"
"You!" Lord Burning Spirit Sword snapped and broke the armrest of the throne made of fourth-order spiritual jade beneath him; "You are so shameless!"
Venerable Xuanshui's face darkened: "Venerable Fenling, be careful what you say! Seeing that your junior is seriously injured, I kindly resolve this fight. If you are unwilling, just pretend that I didn't say anything!"
Venerable Fen Ling was almost furious. He had never seen such a shameless person, and he was also a Venerable Sword Heart Realm Venerable!
Many of the Venerable Jianshin beside him frowned slightly. Venerable Xuan Shui's actions really made them unable to stand it. Among the crowd, an elegant and elegant old man in black clothes flashed an imperceptible smile in his eyes. It was completely opposite to the reactions of others, but it seemed to have nothing to do with him.
"Okay! Very good!" Lord Fenling took a deep breath and suddenly looked at the old man in Xuanyi: "Qian Xuanzong! Is this the work of your Qian family?"
The old man in Xuanyi looked calm: "Fellow Fenling, don't talk nonsense! This is a matter between the juniors. The juniors are young and energetic, and they are more competitive. That kid Shaoqing is seriously ill now. If he can't fight, forget it. It¡¯s just a game, so why be too insistent.¡±
Venerable Fenling's eyes lingered fiercely on Venerable Xuanshui and Old Man Xuanyi, and suddenly he sneered: "What a good trick! That's good! I will do whatever you want!"
At this moment, a strange voice came from an auxiliary hall below.
"Does the dignified Young Master Fenxin of the Mo family dare not go out to fight? It's too inferior. He is still the first family under the sixth level of Qinglong. I think the last place is not bad."
In the auxiliary hall, Mo Shaoqing's pretty face turned pale and her gaze fell on a sickly young man with a pale face and skinny face sitting next to her.
"elder brother!"
An abnormal blood halo appeared on the pale face of the sick young man, but it was quickly suppressed. He raised his hand to stop the girl from continuing. Then he stood up slowly. The veins on the back of his hand holding the armrest were exposed, and his trembling appearance made people doubt whether he could still walk.
Following the sick young man¡¯s movements, the surrounding spirit sword masters couldn¡¯t help but hold their breath, watching closely the sick young man¡¯s every move.
Finally, the sick young man stood up and said in a slow and slightly hoarse voice: "Since Mr. Qiu is interested, how can I not accompany you for a while?"
"Haha, I'd like to thank Mr. Fenxin first." Murong Qiuyu laughed, with a free and natural expression, not feeling ashamed at all for challenging a seriously ill person.
Many spirit sword masters in the scene couldn't help but show disdain, but no one came forward. After all, they couldn't get involved in a conflict of that level.
A ball of flame suddenly ignited from Mo Shaoqing's feet, and then suddenly turned into a fire lotus, completely covering his body, and then the ball of flame suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, a spark appeared on the sword platform without any warning, and then quickly expanded to the surroundings, turning into a huge flame in the blink of an eye. When the flames disappeared, a figure appeared on the spot.
"Tengyan Feimang!" Murong Qiuyu groaned and subconsciously took a small step back.
"You take action, cough cough." The sick young man put his hand to his mouth and coughed twice.
Contempt, naked contempt! Murong Qiuyu took several breaths before suppressing the resentment in her heart without showing it on her face. The spirit sword was drawn: "You're welcome. Young Master Qing, let's take a look at how the rain is falling like this."
A burst of water-attribute sword energy burst out from the body, and the sword energy spread like rain, and the whole bodyIt seemed like a steady drizzle was falling on the sword stage, but for a moment, the "raindrops" all over the sky enveloped the sick young man
"Are you satisfied?" Venerable Fenling almost spat out these words through his teeth, his eyes wishing to swallow Murong Xuanshui and Qian Tianzong alive!
Venerable Xuanshui frowned slightly, Qian Xuanzong still looked calm and indifferent, as if he had nothing to do with him.
On the sword platform, a burst of blazing flames rose into the sky, breaking through the continuous rain curtain, like a bright sun in the sky. It is the strongest sword style in the Burning Sky Sword Technique - Destroying the Sun and Burning the Sky!
The powerful Burning Sky Sword Intention swept out with the overbearing will to burn everything, and actually disintegrated Murong Qiuyu's sword force in an instant. The fierce sword force turned into a sun-destroying flame dragon and roared towards Murong Qiuyu.
Murong Qiuyu's face changed wildly, and she almost cursed her in her heart. Does this look like a person whose soul has been severely injured and has not yet healed? It was nothing more than that in its heyday, right? But now it has become a difficult situation to get out of, and we can only hold on bravely.
The Ninety Percent Realm of Falling Rain Sword Intention was released without reservation. The sword force suddenly turned violent, and the drizzle turned into heavy rain. It gathered into a mighty sword force like a torrential river and faced Mo Shaoqing's Burning Heaven Sword Force.
The fierce collision between the two powerful swords immediately showed a tense situation, and it seemed that the winner could not be determined in a short period of time. However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is not much difference between the two in terms of cultivation and swordsmanship. However, Mo Shaoqing is much better than Murong Qiuyu in terms of sword power. It is just that Mo Shaoqing's stamina is somewhat insufficient, which makes him miserable. Create an evenly matched situation.
"What a waste! What a bullshit Dongsu Seven Heroes, they can't even deal with one and a half cripples!" A young man with an ugly face pressed the jade cup in his hand hard on the jade table.
"Young Master Yan, don't worry. Mo Shaoqing forcibly comprehended the sword soul and his soul was hurt by the sword's backlash. Forcing someone to do this will only aggravate the injury. It is very likely that he will cut off his own foundation, and he will really become a useless person by then." Mei Yutang smiled.
"Hmph! This is the best. Today, Young Master Japan is going to make this Mo Shaoqing not like this! Let his Mo family's reputation be disgraced!" The young man seemed to have remembered something unbearable in the past, his eyes filled with sinisterness.
On the other side, Ye Xingchen showed some regret on his face: "It's a pity. If this kid wasn't injured, he could be an opponent."
"Young Master Chen is so humble." Qian Tiancai said calmly.
"Haha, I don't know how to be humble. Mo Shaoqing does have some qualifications, but he is too straightforward and doesn't know how to adapt. I hope I can teach him a lesson this time." Ye Xingchen smiled freely.
Qian Tiancai's eyes twitched twice, as if Mo Shaoqing's situation today has nothing to do with you.
As he spoke, the situation in the field suddenly changed. After the continuous collisions, an abnormal blush suddenly appeared on Mo Shaoqing's pale face. His breath was stagnant, and the sword posture he had just completed in his hand was abandoned halfway.
Murong Qiuyu looked happy, and pretended to be generous and did not pursue him: "Young Master Qing, it seems that it is not convenient for you to fight today, so you should admit defeat."
Mo Shaoqing snorted: "Stop talking nonsense, let's fight if we want!"
Murong Qiuyu had a look of regret on his face, and his spiritual consciousness said: "Young Master Qing, actually I really don't want to be your enemy, but things are unpredictable, it's such a pity"
"Stop being such a mother-in-law, don't you want my reputation to be tarnished? It depends on whether you have that ability!"
Mo Shaoqing shouted sharply, and his blood-congested face was suddenly covered with a layer of red. Not only his face, but also his exposed skin was covered with an abnormal layer of fiery red. At the same time, a terrifying aura came from Mo Shaoqing's body gushed out.
Murong Qiuyu's face was startled at first, and then turned pale: "What are you going to do? Are you crazy?"
Mo Shaoqing sighed and smiled, his expression a bit sad, the red color under his skin became more and more vivid, as if a layer of violent flames was burning underneath!
There was no trace of humanity on Murong Qiuyu's face, and she shouted anxiously: "Madman! Stop! Stop! I give up!"
"late¡¡"
Mo Shaoqing tried his best to spit out two words, and it seemed like relief. His expression was particularly peaceful, and then a layer of mysterious blood-like flames spit out from the pores of his body, like a blooming blood lotus.
"The blood-purifying red lotus! Burn with the world!"
In the main hall, the faces of the dozens of high-ranking venerables also changed colors.
"Qing'er!"
Venerable Fenling had already ignored the rules of the venue and took action directly, appearing on the sword platform in a flash. Pointing like a sword, they instantly pointed at the center of Mo Shaoqing's eyebrows. The blood flame that had just emerged from Mo Shaoqing's body was immediately suppressed.
However, although the blood flame is gone, Mo Shaoqing's whole body is as red as flames, like boiled shrimp, with that terrifying aura of destruction?? did not dissipate, but became even more violent because of being suppressed.
"Qing'er! Are you crazy?" Venerable Fenling lifted Mo Shaoqing's body up, his face full of heartache.
Mo Shaoqing's spirit was already a little blurry, so he forced himself to smile and said, "Grandpa Taizu, Qing'er is not crazy. Qing'er is just safeguarding the dignity of the Mo family and wants to die worthily"
"Confused! Our Mo family has not reached the point where you, the younger generation, have to sacrifice for the family! Rest peacefully."
Mo Shaoqing was surrounded by a vast sea-like wave of soul power, and slowly closed his eyes. However, he was still tortured by huge pain in his sleep, his eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and he twitched from time to time.
After dealing with Mo Shaoqing¡¯s matter, Venerable Fenling cast his burning eyes fiercely at Murong Qiuyu.
Poor Murong Qiuyu had just escaped from death, but now he was forced by the mental coercion of a strong swordsman. He almost suffered a mental breakdown and kept retreating backwards.
"Humph!" A cold snort came from the main hall, and the voice of Venerable Xuan Shui came from afar: "The Mo family is so majestic. The dignified Venerable Jianxin actually forced a junior Jian Yuan."
Venerable Fen Ling snorted angrily and flew back to the main hall with Mo Shaoqing in his arms.
Murong Qiuyu's whole body went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground, and the clothes on his body were completely soaked with sweat. In just a short period of time, he had already walked through the gate of hell twice. If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to stand up at all.
Carefully wiping the sweat from his forehead, Murong Qiuyu forced himself to smile dryly: "The Mo family's swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary. I wonder if any of my friends are here to teach me?"
The whole place was silent. People who were stronger than him would naturally disdain to fight with him again, and others would not go up to find it unhappy. He was just finding a way out for himself.
"Since I have no friends who are willing to give me advice, I will leave the show."
Murong Qiuyu smiled dryly, bowed his hands in all directions, and was about to leave.
But at this moment, a violent aura suddenly erupted from an auxiliary hall in the middle, and then a golden lightning shot out and crashed on the sword platform. The fine lightning turned into golden snakes and ran along the sword. The stage moved in all directions, and a destructive aura of destruction filled the entire place.
The smile on Murong Qiuyu's face faltered, and she was frightened by the violent momentum and took half a step back before looking at the person coming.
"Who are you?"
Murong Qiuyu was a little surprised and confused. In front of him was a completely unfamiliar young man. His long golden hair was dancing like an electric snake, his golden pupils were flashing with lightning, and his whole body seemed to be pregnant with terrifying thunder!
"Haotianfu Wenmo!"
The visitor uttered a few words coldly, without any fluctuation in his voice. Murong Qiuyu's scalp went numb when he heard it. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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