Chapter 240

In the open space in the bamboo forest, the two young men were opposite with swords. Before they started to fight each other, their momentum first intertwined with each other.

Not far away, a group of young disciples of wanmuguan are looking forward to the upcoming duel in the field. On the other side, several people of Wuchen are not interested in the contest. They have seen Mo Li's toughness. Although Wuzheng is the most powerful of the inner disciples, he is obviously not at the same level as Mo Li.

Hua Feifei looks at Mo Li's face full of dignified and indisputable, holding in her arms a bottle of Su ranxue's elixir that she stole a while ago. She wakes up only yesterday. She turns her lips and asks the unintentional one side, "unintentional elder sister, what's the origin of that guy? So arrogant. "

Hua Feifei seems to be very dissatisfied with the provocation of Mo Li's elder brother by the young man named Wuzheng. Although the hand caressing little snowball's head is as gentle as before, the rolling eyes show that this girl must be thinking of some harmful moves in her head.

"His name is Wuzheng. He's the best disciple in the inner sect. He's only 25 years old this year. He's got ningdan's high-level cultivation, and his talent is good. The second martial uncle accepted him as a registered disciple a while ago. If there is no accident, he will become our classmate soon. But this guy is arrogant and doesn't pay attention to others all the time. This time, it's just time for younger martial brother Mo Li to pick him up, so that he won't be invincible all day long. "

Wuxin seems to be dissatisfied with Wuzheng's way of doing things. In his words, he obviously doesn't like to see this young man.

"Oh... That's it..."

Hua Feifei suddenly nodded, eyes narrowed into a seam.

Snow ball seems to have a general reaction, originally slightly closed eyes slowly open, meow a look is constantly sneer at the woman, the body a shiver and necked up, for fear that he accidentally angered the little devil who used to tease it.

The confrontation between Wuzheng and Moli in the bamboo forest has reached a critical point, and the result is self-evident. With the existence of dragon spirit, Mo Li's fighting momentum in the face of three or five martial artists in the same realm is just like playing. It's not to mention that he is still in the high level of Ning Dan and has not even entered the soul forging realm.

Gradually Wuzheng realized that he was not the opponent of the other side in the momentum. He took back the energy of his whole body. The light on the long sword flickered. Wuzheng's body leaped and took the lead in launching the offensive.

Wan Muguan majored in wood attributes. His combat skills are relatively soft. The secret is to use continuous moves and continuous fighting spirit to seek a fatal blow in seemingly insipid attacks.

Wuzheng is the most advanced sword skill of wanmuguan's inner disciples, qingmujue.

The slender sword is waving very slowly under the green atmosphere, but the follow-up of one move is changing. Mo Li suppresses the realm to the peak of ningdan, holding the wooden sword and Wuzheng for the first time, even in a passive situation.

Wuzheng's Qingmu sword formula is similar to Mo Li's Taiji sword in his previous life. The heavy intention is not gravity, but the soft move is crucial everywhere.

Mo Li knows nothing about Wan Muguan's other fighting skills except that he learned from him before. Now it's a good learning opportunity to face no competition.

Gradually, Mo Li's attention is also focused. With the change of the indisputable moves, Mo Li uses the body method to pull, and entangles with it with the falling rain sword formula.

For the inner disciples who watched the battle, they didn't understand the way. They just thought that Wuzheng was as good as Moli. For a moment, people were cheering.

On a towering ancient tree deep in the bamboo forest, a group of old people stand side by side on the huge branches. They stare at the battle between the two people in the bamboo forest without blinking. From time to time, some amazing lights flash in their turbid eyes.

Looking at Mo Li's dancing wooden sword, the old man on the far right frowned slightly and asked, "Kuki, what kind of sword technique does your disciple use? How is it a bit like the battle skill of shuiyunzong?"

The withered wood stroked his beard and grinned: "it's the recipe of the falling rain sword of the falling rain emperor!"

Several old people's corners of the mouth involuntarily took a smoke, the discerning did not continue to ask.

Wanmuguan naturally knew the news of the ruins of Qingfeng City, but they didn't think that the youngsters in the bamboo forest really got the famous sword skill of Luoyu emperor.

As the battle went on, not only did Wuzheng in the middle of the deep battle group see that the other side was letting him go, but even some ordinary inner disciples understood that Mo Li's strength seemed to have the upper hand. At this time, Mo Li and Wuzheng's weapons intersected, and their bodies drew together in an instant.

Swords cross each other in front of each other's chest, staring at a pair of eyes as bright as formation, suddenly a bad premonition appeared in my heart.

Bang——

A strong force came from the intersection of the two swords. Wuzheng's body subconsciously fell back. Before he fell to the ground, he felt a pulling force from his wrist. The sword that he had held in his hand seemed to lose control and pulled Wuzheng's body spinning like a top in the open space of the bamboo forest.

The withered leaves under their feet spread under the strong wind. Wuzheng's body was like a boat floating in the sea. Their weapons were still close to each other. With Mo Li's wrist turning, Wuzheng's body also fell together.

"Green wood sword formula! It's the green wood sword formula

On one side, Wu Chen looked at Mo Li's sword technique and couldn't help exclaiming. The rest of the people on one side looked at Mo Li's sword technique, and they were also shocked.

How could that be!

Mo Li hasn't learned the green wood sword formula at all. Several people can be sure of that. But what he's doing now is the green wood sword formula. Even if it's not as perfect as those of them, it's definitely not bad than what he did before Wuzheng!

Not to mention the inner shock of several people in Wuchen, even the old people who watched the battle from afar were all stunned.

"What kind of Freak is this little guy?"

The withered leaf watched Mo Li shake his body left and right with the green wood sword formula, shaking his head and laughing bitterly.

Wanmuguan's fighting skills are better than anyone else. They can be sure that Mo Li saw this set of sword skills for the first time. He can understand the true meaning of Qingmu sword formula so quickly in the battle, and then use his own majestic wood attribute fighting Qi to show it. This talent can't be described as rare, it's just something that evil can do!

There was no suspense in this competition. After a set of green wood sword formula was fully displayed, Mo Li took back the long sword, and Wu Zheng's body was pushed aside by a soft force.

The sword was deeply inserted into the ground, and Wuzheng knelt down on one knee. When the disordered breath in his chest stabilized, Wuzheng slowly raised his head.

Mo left his hands behind him, looking at Wu Zheng's face, a warm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "how do you understand?"

Wuzheng nodded, got up, took a deep breath, and bowed to Mo Li: "thank you, elder martial brother wuhui. I didn't understand the true meaning of Qingmu sword formula until today. I've offended you before. I hope elder martial brother doesn't have the same opinion with me!"

As soon as the words came out, a group of inner disciples who were watching around vaguely understood something.