Chapter 63

Mo Jueyuan immediately noticed the flaw of Wuli. He immediately grasped it and hit it with his fists. It was a fierce attack on Wuli. His fists ignored the key.

The huge fist, flashing white light, like a heavy hammer in general, with the whir of the wind, continuously hit Wuli.

The shadow of the fist was all over the sky, and the momentum was soaring into the sky. Suddenly, Wu Li was in a hurry. He suddenly got a few punches on his body and wanted to vomit blood. Then he took back his mind and continued to fight Mo Jueyuan.

On one side, Mo Laosan nodded to Mo Jueyuan's performance.

Wu Li was distracted before, so he was beaten, but after all, he was a master of flying in the air. He quickly adjusted his state, and Wu Li gradually began to press Mo Jueyuan to fight.

Wu Li knew that the old man must not be his own. He also knew that it was impossible for him to get the skill today. Looking at such a stubborn young man, his anger suddenly rose in his heart, and he slapped Mo Jueyuan with his hand.

Mo Chueh yuan was full of confidence and was also unwilling to fall behind. His fists flashed and glowed, and he hit the palm of his hand hard.

Bang.

Mo Jueyuan was suddenly hit by the huge force and flew backwards. A mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out. Mo Jueyuan had been injured from the beginning, and now he is even more injured. His face is very difficult. However, Mo Jueyuan's eyes are more and more bright, and his whole body is full of fighting spirit.

Wu Li flies back with cold light in his eyes and feels the pain in his body. A sense of shame suddenly rises in his heart. As a flying space, he was hurt by "mole ants". This makes Wu Li's face very gloomy. He says fiercely in his heart: "it's you who want to die. As a mole ant, you have to have the consciousness of mole ants. In this case, don't blame me for killing you with one move."

His hands were raised and his palms were empty. It was like holding on a sword handle. His vitality flickered. Suddenly, in front of Wuli, there was a violent fluctuation of vitality. An illusory sword suddenly appeared. The body of the sword was surrounded by an illusory dragon shape. The dragon's tail was the handle of the sword. Wuli was just holding it in his hand. Wuli was white, and the fluctuation of vitality weakened rapidly, Obviously, this move needs too much energy.

As soon as Mo Laosan saw it, his turbid old eyes suddenly appeared a touch of chi long light, which shot out of his eyes in an instant, and then quickly dissipated. He frowned tightly and said to himself, "it's the virtual dragon chop!"

Then he shook his head slightly and sighed: "the power is less than 20%

In his eyes, Wu Li's intention of killing suddenly appeared. He flew up and chopped Mo Jueyuan.

"Virtual dragon chop!"

Roar

An earthshaking sound of the Dragon comes out, from the illusory sword to all directions.

The long sword is like a rainbow. With the fall of Wuli's arm, it fiercely cleaves to Mo Jueyuan. Before the blade arrives, the lingering dragon shape on the sword suddenly comes to life. The ferocious dragon head roars up to the sky and scatters the white clouds in the sky. The majestic momentum rushes to the sky. Suddenly, the dust is flying all over the sky, and the wind is howling. The dragon shape several meters long seems to block the sky and the sun.

Not far away, Mo Yuting's face suddenly changes. The momentum of the virtual dragon chop is powerful. Mo Jueyuan doesn't enter the sky. How can he take the blow? Mo Yuting subconsciously vitality operation, blue moon sword appears in the hand, will fly up, chop dragon broken sword.

At the same time, one is old and the other is deep

"Girl, don't do it. The boy is OK."

"Sister, don't do it. I'm fine."

But Mo Laosan and Mo Jueyuan said at the same time.

Hearing the speech, Mo Yuting stops and looks at Mo Jueyuan nervously.

……

The shape of the Dragon came in a flash, followed by the long sword, and immediately came to Mo Jueyuan's head. The shape of the dragon was vivid, and a dragon chant roared out from the mouth of the dragon. Mo Jueyuan's face was more dignified, and his silk gloves were shining brightly. At the same time, Mo Jueyuan's body suddenly appeared a tiger, an illusory black tiger, with round eyes, The huge tiger head is ferocious and terrifying, especially the long tusks in its mouth.

At this moment, Mo Jueyuan is completely covered by the black tiger. Mo Jueyuan's body can't be seen from the outside. The whole person is completely transformed into a black tiger. Mo Jueyuan's black tiger is very solid. If he didn't see it with his own eyes, he would think it was a real black tiger.

The sound of the dragon and the roar of the black tiger suddenly caused a gust of wind. The two majestic momentum did not let them collide fiercely.

Mo Jue watched from afar as the dragon was approaching. With a roar, the tiger roared and leaped up abruptly. The sharp tiger claws tore the air, leaving nothing behind. He went straight to the dragon's head.

"Black tiger tears empty handed."

Boom... Boom

When the dragon and the black tiger collided, a strong momentum broke out in an instant. Then the long sword cut down and immediately fell on the black tiger. Suddenly, the black tiger burst out. The momentum was like streamers, flashing a little fluorescence, and shot in all directions. The mighty and fierce waves swept up the smoke and dust, once again covered the battlefield. The waves burst out and rushed around, The place where Mo's three people live is the first to bear the brunt.

Mo Yuting and Mo laosanshen have no change in their love. The disabled Wen Ming and his face have changed dramatically. Wen Ming doesn't care about this kind of air wave. But now Wen Ming is disabled. With 50% of his strength gone, he can't resist such a huge air wave, A touch of light energy wave spread, this fierce wave of air moment like a gentle sheep, self bypass a few people, roll the sky and the ground toward the distance.

The strong wind howled and the smoke covered the sky, which covered the sight of several people and also covered the fighting situation.

Mo Yuting is anxious, but she can't see anything. She can only look to Mo Laosan for help.

Mo Laosan was very fond of this talented girl. With a faint smile, he waved his thin right hand again. Suddenly, the smoke in front of him seemed to be alive. He separated the two halves straight from the middle and moved quickly to the left and right, revealing the situation in the field instantly.

The ground was full of potholes. Mo Jueyuan's clothes were ragged and scarred. He was lying like a corpse. There was a pool of dark red objects mixed with the soil on his mouth. Wu Li was also lying on the ground with his clothes broken and his whole body scarred. His mouth was flowing with blood. Now he was struggling and trying to stand up.

In this battle, Mo Jueyuan was defeated, but Mo Jueyuan was still proud of his defeat, because Wuli was also difficult and almost lost his fighting capacity. The most important thing is that Mo Jueyuan's strength was just perfect, while Wuli had the state of flying in the early days. It was beyond everyone's expectation that Mo Jueyuan could achieve such a degree.

Mo Yuting fixed her eyes and suddenly exclaimed, her body flashed and turned into a light and shadow, suddenly appeared beside Mo Jueyuan.

"Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan, what's the matter with you? Don't scare your sister."

Mo Yuting's body method and speed surprised the three lingtianmen disciples behind her. She had a speed comparable to that of the middle or even the later stage in the early stage of xiangkong. This girl is really gifted.

Mo Laosan's eyes narrowed slightly and nodded secretly, satisfied with Mo Yuting's speed.

Mo Yuting holds Mo Jueyuan in her arms. She is deeply distressed. Her vitality slowly enters Mo Jueyuan's body to help him sort out his disordered meridians. After a few breath, Mo Jueyuan finally wakes up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that Wuli, not far away, was trying to stand up. A killing opportunity suddenly appeared in his eyes. Regardless of Mo Yuting's excited expression, he said weakly:

"Sister, go, go, kill him, kill the skinny monkey, quick."

Mo Yuting is surprised. Looking at Mo Jueyuan's solemn expression and murderous eyes, Mo Yuting turns around and walks towards Wuli without hesitation.

Mo Laosan didn't stop Mo Yuting's action. He frowned slightly and said to himself:

"What's the matter with this boy?"

Mo Yuting walks to Wuli. With a flash in her hand, a long sword appears. She is about to chop Wuli.

Wu Li was shocked, but he was weak, but he could not resist. He could only watch Mo Yuting's sword fall.

At this moment, there was a long roar, and a strong and heavy voice sounded:

"Keep people under the sword."

Mo Jueyuan's eyes widened and his face was full of murders

"Kill ~ ~"

Mo Yuting doesn't hesitate any more. Her sword cuts down quickly. In the blink of an eye, she sees the top of Wuli's neck. With a little more force, Wuli's head falls to the ground, and no one can save her.

Whoosh

All of a sudden, a sharp whistling sound from the distance is approaching, and a white light shoots at Mo Yuting like lightning, which is exactly Mo Yuting's sword.

Mo Laosan's eyes narrowed, but he didn't let the white light hit Mo Yuting's sword.

When~~~

Mo Yuting suddenly felt a huge force coming. Her right hand holding the sword was slightly numb. For a moment, the strong impact force deflected the sword. Suddenly, the blade rubbed the surface of Wuli's neck and cut it on the nearby stones. The stones were like tofu. Everything was easy.

Wu Li was so scared that he sweated all over. He glanced at the stone and was scared. He was not so arrogant that he thought his neck was harder than the stone.

Mo Jueyuan sighed and knew that the matter was a foregone conclusion and could not be changed. He could not keep his fighting skills to attack the soul.

In the distance, there was a wave of vitality, and then the next second, the whooshing sound of breaking the air sounded. Three figures, like ghosts, appeared in front of the crowd. A middle-aged man with a golden crown and dignity, followed by two old men. One of them was Hu Kai, who had left before, while the middle-aged man was the leader of Lingtian gate, Ling Botian, and the other, But Wu Bei, the third elder of lingtianmen.

Ling Po Tian saw the old and thin old man not far away. A look of fear suddenly appeared in his eyes. Then he hid himself deeply and quickly stepped forward with a slight salute

"I've met uncle mo."

Mo Lao San looks indifferent, looking at Ling Po Tian, slowly opening his mouth, hoarse voice, but has an invisible power.

"Mo Qiyun is dead, and now Mo Laosan is alive."

Ling Po's eyes suddenly flashed a sense of obliteration, then quickly converged, nodded and said:

"Martial uncle Mo, I'm here to get my disciples back. Please do me a favor."

When Mo Laosan heard the speech, he raised his eyebrows and suddenly showed a strange smile

"You say, they?"