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"Unlike you, we want to take advantage of a piece of grass and choose to hide ourselves in the face of this monster, just like a turtle with a shrinking head!"

Mo Qiu sneered: "but, we have our own strength, we also have our own dignity. If anyone dares to stand up, who dares to rob us of the poisonous grass of broken soul, I Mo Qiu will live and die with him. You should weigh it carefully!"

The voice is just building, and the people of other families smack their tongue.

In Mo Qiu and several young men beside him, it seems that you can hear the sound of other disciples' teeth biting.

Seeing that there was no response from other sects, Mo Qiu put down his heart.

He was absorbed in looking at a monster in front of him. The fluctuation of spiritual power from all over his body was powerful to the eighth level of yuanyingjing.

This is the strength that those clansmen can't achieve, and it is also a point that other people can't shake.

The monster crawling on the ground stood up, and his thick limbs stepped on the ground, slightly sunken. The cold light flashed out of the animal's pupil and was staring at Mo Qiu, whose spiritual power had reached its peak.

"Roar!"

A thunderous roar came out of the beast's mouth. It stepped forward slowly and stopped at a clump of grass.

However, at this moment, its eyes shifted from Mo Qiu's body to the side of the grass. When the premise was raised, with a gentle wave, a large number of leaves led to a large number of blood splashes, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

The heads of those men were a paste under the claws of the beast, and there was not even a whimper, not even a sound of pain from a struggle. The body fell down straight, and a lot of blood bubbled along the wound.

One claw shocked people, shocked Mo Qiu and several young disciples around him.

I saw that the demon beast licked its claws, contained a corpse, and pulled it to the poisonous grass of the broken soul, and began to enjoy it, ignoring the fact that Mo Qiu, who was condensing his powerful spiritual power.

This moment, Mo Qiu's heart has no bottom at all.

He watched the monster tearing off a piece of flesh with blood bone, and his eyebrows were wrinkled.

The strength of this monster is so strong, which is obviously beyond his expectation. It is worthy of being a monster in the inner circle of the sunset forest, and also a monster guarding the broken soul poisonous grass.

The strength is so strong, but also gives him a great challenge to break through.

"Don't be afraid. You can resist its breath here. As long as I am here, it will become my defeated general sooner or later."

Mo Qiu soon calmed down, he whispered.

Several other young disciples nodded repeatedly and listened to Mo Qiu's words. Although their hearts fluctuated, they still held back their fear.

Looking at that monster is constantly licking the bones, their back has a cool.

"Green sword."

The deep voice murmured in Mo Qiu's mouth.

Then, the spiritual power in his right hand actually radiated blue light, forming a sharp blade. The sharp sword spirit flows quietly on this sharp blade, shining brilliantly. Behind him, a thousand sharp blades were formed and suspended above his head.

To a certain extent, cultivating this sword skill can be infused into the sword technique with one's own strength, and become the supreme realm of the unity of man and sword.

It's just that there is no one to practice this sword skill except him, and he has no entry-level disciples.

"Go on

Mo Qiu yelled, his body moved, his feet like seven star steps toward the monster, so that in people's eyes, only the surging spiritual power flashed along their cheeks, and no one could see the white shadow clearly.

However, on Mo Qiu's right hand, the sharp blade shocked them immensely. How much of their own spiritual power can only be achieved by solidifying their own spiritual power, so that they can transform the real into the virtual.

The thousands of sharp blades on the top of his head behind him were even more shocked. They couldn't recall. It was beyond their common sense and unusual.

But before they could suppress the shock in their hearts, in front of them, the Seven Star pace presented by the spiritual power of Moqiu's feet leaped very regularly, and even the residual shadow only stayed for a moment.

"Roar!"

Feeling Mo Qiu's violent spiritual power fluctuation, the demon beast threw the flesh and blood in his mouth. He stood up, and on his brow, a pale yellow light splashed out and rushed to the sharp blade.

"Drink

Mo Qiu said in a deep voice. With a wave of his right hand, the blade condensed from his palm was on the pale yellow light. The yellow and white Mars and the counter vibration formed by a large number of spiritual powers were immediately emitted.

"Boom

With a loud noise, the earth trembled, and all the leaves turned into smoke of flying ash in this light.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the shining light. Even several young disciples who followed Mo Qiu blocked their sight with their hands.Mo Qiu clenched his teeth, and when the blade struck the pale yellow light, the incomparable huge pressure also followed. With a wave of his left hand, the thousands of sword blades suspended behind him also rushed into the light yellow light and made a violent noise.

"Boom

The spiritual power is broken.

A body flies out from the light, and * * is at the waist of the tree.

The monster fell slowly and returned to the original one. There was no injury on his body. Even Mo Qiu's blade did not leave a mark on it.

"Bang."

The body broke the tree waist, Mo Qiu lying on the ground spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Elder!"

Several young disciples rushed forward and helped him up.

Mo Qiu looks ugly. He slowly takes a breath and says with a wry smile: "this monster beast, it seems that its strength should be above me."

A helpless voice just fell, many people in the clan then issued an exclamation.

They all know that when Mo Qiu broke out his own strength, they also felt that Mo Qiu's strength must be the eighth level of yuanyingjing.

But the strength of the monster should be above him, not above the eighth level of Yuanying realm!

"This..."

the Qingxu gate, hongqianqiu, smacks his tongue.

It's hard to imagine how much shock and influence the monster gave them.

Far away from the monster, Cheng Fei stops. Looking ahead, he suddenly has some doubts.

"Master, do you feel that just now, there seems to be a strong and familiar spiritual power breaking out?"

"Well."

The three elders nodded, "this spiritual power is at least above the eighth level of Yuanying realm. It seems that the boy has already fought with the monster beast before."

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