Chapter 13

The white night looks calm. Catching the sword order and dripping blood, Mo Qinghong immediately raises a ferocious smile, and they jump up.

Whoa.

A golden screen pattern immediately appeared around the dragon and tiger platform, and the whole arena was sealed off.

There was silence under the stage, and people held their breath.

The battle with Guan Chengfei is just a small fight. This time, it is a real fight between dragon and tiger, because Mo Qinghong is the master on the dragon and tiger list!

"Regret it?" Mo Qinghong stared at the white night and said with a smile.

"Regret what?" White night does not understand.

"Regret provoked me. If you were honest, how could you be today?" Mo Qinghong said with a smile.

Hearing the sound in the white night, he shook his head: "it is your people who provoked me first. What's more, I stand here safe and sound, and how can I regret it?"

Mo Qinghong's eyes grew colder: "is that right? I'll see who's on the ground later

When the voice fell, Mo Qinghong's fingers flashed, and he took out a silver spear.

The ring of storage?

This is a good treasure. Ordinary people can't have it at all. The whole white family owns one of them.

"Come on, I'll give you ten moves!" Mo Qinghong held a gun flower and said confidently.

Ten moves? How arrogant!

"Good!"

The white night is not polite. After a breath, the spirit of heaven runs and rushes to Mo Qinghong.

"Arrogant, they do not pull out their swords and compete with me with flesh and blood?" Mo Qinghong was very angry. At night, he looked down on him.

However, seeing the soul force rolling in the white night, a terrible cold air condenses on the front of fist, just like frost covering.

"Frost white magic fist of Bai family? I don't know how much better than elder martial sister Bai Zhi Xin. " Under the stage sounded the sound of shock, across the stage seal, they can feel the frost on the fist.

The anger in Mo Qinghong's eyes dissipated and was replaced by full of surprise.

He stepped back quickly, nimbly, to avoid the punch.

But at the moment of this punch, a cold light came.

Mo Qinghong was shocked and immediately resisted with a gun.

Bang!

The barrel of the gun was hit.

The terrible force shocked his gun almost unsteadily. When he fixed his eyes, he did not know when a soft sword appeared in his hand.

That's a flying sword!

"There are eight more moves!" White night with a smile, startled Hong's Footwork opened, people like a dragon, phantom heavy, Mo Qinghong see dazzled, heart crazy.

This footwork... Is it body skill "startling Hong footwork"? How can it be so powerful?

Whoosh!

At this time, the cold feeling was heard in his ear. Mo Qinghong's soul strength burst and his long gun blew away.

But it's empty!

The East and the West!

He was cold in the heart, turned his head and looked, but the next second, a sword in his abdomen, was stabbed a blood hole.

Mo Qinghong retreated in a hurry. He stood still in the daytime. He was as stable as Mount Tai.

"There are still seven moves!"

Again in the white night.

His voice was gentle, but his words were like needles.

Mo Qinghong's face changed.

Only three moves, eat a sword, so embarrassed, that the remaining seven moves, not to kill?

The white night rushed over again. He even pinned the sword back to his waist, and raised his fist to attack.

The sword has been taken back, so it is impossible to judge when and where his sword will go, and his fist front should not be underestimated.

At this moment, Mo Qinghong was completely confused.

Seeing each other's eyes, the white night heart knows that the victory or defeat has been divided, and the boxing front blows away without politeness.

However, Mo Qinghong fired a gun in the room. The terrible soul power swept through the four sides, and the spear pierced the earth, and the dragon and tiger platform was roaring.

Bai Ye was forced to step back and stood firm. He said with a smile: "elder martial brother Mo, didn't you say you let me do ten moves? That's the fourth move. You can't hold your breath? "

"Shut up!" Mo Qinghong was very angry and rushed with his gun.

It's like an angry lion.

"You gave me four moves. In return, I gave you four moves too!"

The white night is light.

"I want you to fall!" Roar burst out, spear like a dragon, engulf mountains and rivers.

At night, his hands were back loaded, and Jinghong's Footwork was lifted up again. He was like a tumbler. He leaned back 90 degrees but did not fall down. The long gun passed face to face.

"A move!"

"Die!"

Mo Qinghong sank with his gun and turned back in the white night.

Bang!

The spear hit the ground and hit the ground.

"Two moves!"

"Asshole!" Mo Qinghong was about to be blown up and his spear became more and more violent.

But the white night is as slippery as loach, in the chaos of gun shadow, but leaves do not touch.

"Three moves! Four moves! Five moves! Six moves... "

after the gun rain, the white night was not damaged at all. He retreated to one side and looked at Mo Qinghong lightly."Eighteen moves!"

Eighteen moves!

Eighteen moves! He can't even touch the edge of the white night!

The people around him were stunned.

"Ah Mo Qinghong rushed madly to attack.

"It's time to end it!"

White night, cold eyes, suddenly hands on the waist.

At this moment, his whole momentum was different.

Sword!

Yes, at the moment, he is like a sword, a sword to break the heaven and earth, a sword trying to get out of its sheath!

Those eyes, full of fierce!

The momentum of terror is like a flood, drowning the whole dragon and tiger platform.

"He's going to pull out his sword!"

The audience exclaimed.

Mo Qinghong immediately held a gun to defend himself. But at this moment, he found that his limbs were filled with heavy lead, and his breath was oppressed. It seemed that something had restrained him.

At this time, a flash of lightning like cold light crossed in front of his eyes, and the whole arena was covered with ice and cold.

The palm of the white night swayed for a moment. When I saw it clearly, I held the sword in one hand and pointed to the sky. On the edge of the cold sword, a trace of blood flowed.

No one can see the action of pulling out and waving the sword...

quick!

How fast!!

More than lightning!

He actually pulled out his sword before Mo Qinghong defended him.

Mo Qinghong stepped back two steps and his eyes widened. He gritted his teeth and was about to continue to rush up. Suddenly, the gun in his hand slipped down and his neck tightened. There was a blood seam, and a lot of blood gushed from it.

He covered his neck and his mouth was wide open. He struggled for a few times, and the man fell down.

Mo Qinghong! Die!!

He used his death to declare all directions, he was defeated!

People looked at the dragon and tiger platform in shock.

This is the top ten in the dragon and tiger list!

Just lose?

So dead? No mercy!

If you walk in the daytime, you can't breathe, you can win so easily?

Angelica dahurica's face was as gray as death, her eyes widened and she stood still in the crowd,.

She had hoped to rely on Mo Qinghong to teach Bai Ye a lesson, so that she could vent her anger for her father. She hoped to trample him under her feet to prove that she was the first genius of the white family. But now, everything is destroyed. Mo Qinghong has become a cold corpse, and from the beginning to the end of the day, he doesn't care about her at all...

white night despises her at all!

This man she had never paid attention to, now, is so great...

the scene is silent, many people have not recovered from the lightning strike just now.

Is this a new disciple?

Is this the man who defeated the genius Ye Qian of Los Angeles?

"Interesting! Although the strength of this white night is comparable to that of Mo Qinghong, he is good at psychological warfare and insight into the weaknesses and flaws of the other party. He first uses words to anger Mo Qinghong and makes him lose his sense of propriety. Then he can play his own advantages and kill him with one blow! Fun, fun! "

Lin Zhengshu in the crowd is smiling and mumbling.

Bai Ye takes off Mo Qinghong's storage ring and jumps out of the challenge arena. People around him seem to be shocked by the momentum and retreat. Especially those who ridicule the white night, they sit on the ground.

The night hummed and left along the path. When it was far away, the crowd began to boil.

"Is this the white night that defeated Ye Qian?"

"This is the second of his kindred to die in the hands of white night."

"If he defeats Mo Qinghong, he will be the new 10th master of dragon and tiger list!"

No one dares to underestimate this man again.

In the distance, two figures are looking at this side of the mountain.

"Lord, is that good? Why do people of the same clan want to kill each other? " Millet grass some can't bear to say in a low voice.

"People of the same clan should live together peacefully, and my juehun sect should not be full of violence. However, since I took over the position of patriarch, I have learned that juehun sect will not be peaceful. If they do not adapt to the law of the law of the jungle as soon as possible, they will only harm themselves in the future." The Lord sighed.

"Lord, you seem to have something to say?"

"Don't ask more." The LORD turned to leave.

Millet grass embraces the fist: "that this white night... Whether special cultivation?"

"No, it's up to him."

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Mo Qinghong was defeated in the white night, and the news of his tragic death in longhutai spread all over juehun sect. The fame of white night once again moved the clan and even caused waves outside the sect.

Just a few moonlit scenes, this man is already a famous man in Los Angeles and juehunzong. His fame is purple and he is at the height of the sun.

But white night didn't care at all about it.

After daily meditation and practice, he would go alone to the wooden man room to exchange some "Dharma soul pills". Now, no one dares to stop him from going to the wooden man room. Even if there are other people in the Dragon Tiger list, they will not hinder the white night.Now, his top ten rules have been completely broken.

After mixing over a hundred "Dharma soul pills", people went to the book Pavilion.

The first layer of books has not attracted him much interest, his goal is the second layer of the library.

"If you want to enter the second floor, you need to pass the test. If you are not strong enough, you can't enter."

On the white night near the entrance of the second floor stairs, the old man who was lying on the chair for a rest suddenly made a sound.

White night boxing: "I do not know what the predecessors said is the test?"

"There." The old man pointed to a stone tablet at the entrance of the stairs: "try with your strength. Different impacts on the stone tablet will produce different halos. Gray is failing, green is passing, blue is good, and purple is excellent. If you pass, you can go up."

White night a listen, look at the stone tablet, is a very common stone tablet, the top is covered with many lines.

"I'll try."

He went to the stone and took a deep breath.

The disciples on the first floor looked at it one after another.

"Is that man like a white night?"

"is that white night that defeated Mo Qinghong?"

"Ha ha, it's ridiculous that I want to go to the second floor. Many of my senior brothers are not qualified."

"Wait for the joke."

People whisper.

But at this time, the violent soul force suddenly swept out of the body of the white night.

People's spirits were shaken.

Bang!

There was a dull noise on the first floor.

The old man opened his eyes slightly, and saw that the stone tablet at the entrance of the stairs gave out a faint green light. Although the green turned white, it was still green.

The people around were stunned.

"Master, please identify." He took a breath in the white night and breathed a little. He used a lot of soul power and brute force to make such a halo. The strength of the stone tablet is really amazing.

"Qualified, go up." The old man said.

White night nodded and went up.

"By the way, every juehun sect disciple has only two chances to step into the second level. You should remember and cherish the opportunity. The above secret scripts were brought by the master himself. Some of them are extraordinary." The old man opened his mouth again, his voice dropped, his eyes closed again, as if he had gone to sleep.

Did the LORD bring the Jue Hun sect? what do you mean? Where did it come from?

In the white night, he bowed his head and meditated for a while, then he clasped his fist at the old man again, and then trotted up the stairs.

There are five boundaries at the entrance of the stairs, but they will be eliminated automatically when they are close to the stairway at night. If you don't enter through the stone tablet, you may be blocked by this boundary.

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