Fix your sister's fairy

Mo Yi's private rumor, Ying Long's Eight Swords, and Zhao Mad crossed the border with all his might, who is stronger?

An Zhiming didn't know, and Zhao Mad didn't know either, because they were separated at the moment of the great collision of heaven and earth, and the power that was enough to shatter the five internal organs and the eight veins of the Qi Jing was dispersed by a cyan soft mana, just like Bai Hao smearing it on rice paper, and there were no more impurities.

His Holiness has struck!

As early as when Zhao Mad asked the golden soldiers to form a formation to prepare for defense, the four elders still felt that the situation was controllable, but when An Zhiming brought an omen of extreme danger to Zhao Mad , no one expected that Zhao Mad would give up defense and turn to fight to the death!

It can be understood that when two monks are fighting, when the sword blade of one side is completely aimed at the enemy's eyes, the other side can only find a chance to counterattack after defending, but if the side pointed by the sword blade does not defend at all, but also raises the sword blade and stabs towards the opposite death hole, no matter whose sword arrives first, both sides will inevitably die!

If you want to do this, you must have absolute will and belief, there is no doubt that whether it is Zhao Mad or An Zhiming, the two of them are more ruthless than the other, and the place pointed by the sword blade has not shifted in the slightest at the last moment.

The hearts of every disciple watching the battle were hanging in their throats, but fortunately, the head of "Qingyunzi" made a timely move to dissolve the offensive of the two people, and the evolution of the gaffe to such a point will inevitably require a winner and a loser, and this victory or defeat is obviously done by the person who intervenes.

Zhao Mad was pushed out by the cyan mana to the 663 fighting field, although the final collision did not happen, but the cyan mana sentenced him to lose, as for what the criterion for judging the victory and defeat is, no one knows, in this case, the only criterion that can distinguish the winner from the defeat is to die first and die later.

An Zhi's fate fell on the fighting field, at this moment, she was close to losing her strength, and dozens of cyclones were directly evacuated by this sword trick, and she was also keenly aware that this was not the complete body of the fifth sword of Ying Long Eight Swords, which also meant that her mana was not enough to release this sword trick at all, and Fang Cai's sword could only be regarded as a semi-finished product.

It's just a half-finished product that requires all her mana, and the sword cultivator who can perform this kind of sword trick has to return to the ruin realm, right? When she thought of this, An Zhiming felt a little regretful and warm, because the Ying Long Eight Swords that suddenly appeared in her mind were incomplete, and only the fifth sword needed to be returned to the ruins to be released, so did the last three swords have the power of inequality?

If the Blood Sword or Mo Yi could hear An Zhiming's heart, they would inevitably look at each other and then look up to the sky and smile, and only then could they cast the Cloud Dragon Heavenly Descent when they returned to the Ruin Realm?

The biggest gap between Mo Yi and ordinary monks is the outrageous mana reserves, it is no exaggeration to say that the mana of thousands of Qingshan Sect disciples and elders on the main peak is not necessarily as much as Mo Yi, and there is still a long way to go if you want to play with Ying Long Bajian An Zhiming.

As soon as Zhao Yan returned to the main hall, he saw Mo Yi chatting with Gongsun Ruoji there, and his face couldn't help but turn a little dark: "That's what you did?"

"What did I do, don't tarnish people's innocence out of thin air, I've been sitting here and haven't been anywhere, and the head of the house can testify for me!" Mo Yi arched his hand towards the "Qingyunzi" not far away.

"That swordsmanship, you've used it. Zhao Mad almost vomited blood when he saw Mo Yi like this.

"If I use it, I won't allow others to use it? It's someone else's ability to realize this level overnight. Mo Yi said with a smile.

"Are you going to take her away?" asked Zhao with a frown.

"It's not just her, I'm going to pack it up and take it away, and I'm going to pluck the goose, and I can block their mouths by throwing some spirit stones at those old disrespectful people afterwards. Mo also said bluntly.

"Are you sure she won't raise her sword to kill you first after she learns your name?" Zhao said with a sneer.

"Who is sure about this kind of thing?" Mo Yi didn't care about Zhao Mad's intimidation at all: "Sometimes you can win if you love to fight, don't you think our dark horse players will win again?"

Following Mo Yi's words, Zhao Mad looked into the distance, where on the competition platform, Wang An, who was covered in blood, sacrificed the bronze bell and knocked his opponent to the ground by knocking his face with a brick and won the victory. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

It's another extraordinary battle of the vast turnaround, this time Wang An didn't have any sneaky tricks, his enemy was also a sword cultivator, and learned the lesson of Zhou Changsheng to open the distance from the sword to defeat the enemy, and Wang An couldn't, he could only use the blue light of the bronze bell to suppress the speed of the flying sword, and finally caught the flying sword under the replacement of wounds one after another, and cut off the connection between the flying sword and the sword cultivation by means unknown to everyone, and then it was the same old thing, thunder fire spell plus hand-to-hand combat.

In fact, (bjbj) if it is common sense to say that a monk in the vast period will not be weak even if he is a sword cultivator and a hand-to-hand fight in the mortal period, after all, the realm gap leads to a different degree of mana, and the most that everyone compares is the body that lays the foundation and condenses during the extraordinary period, but unexpectedly the monk in the vast period was repeatedly suppressed by Wang An, and finally his nose and face were swollen and knocked unconscious by a bell!

This kind of ending is unthinkable to many people, but people with a heart still found that the sword cultivator was killed by Wang An after he was close to him, and he was restrained from beginning to end, and his eyebrows were full of surprise, and he was finally caught and defeated, so many people are sure that Wang An's cultivation method must be strange.

"I lost because of him?" Zhao is not stupid, he simply thinks through everything.

Wang An stepped down miserably, and kept taking out the powder of the wound medicine with the help of a soft woman, grinning his teeth to heal and grasp the spirit stone to restore his mana. Mo Yi looked at this scene and smiled indifferently and said: "Almost, your identity and methods are still not suitable for appearing in too revealing occasions, although Thirty-three Kui is a small fight in the eyes of the Ten Great Immortal Sects, but you should also beware of people who have a heart to think of something that should not be thought." "

Zhao Mad was silent, in Changfeng Gate, his immortal seedlings are indeed very famous, Changfeng Gate also seems to be interested in focusing on cultivating him, making him famous and becoming the face of the latest batch of Changfeng Men, the top ten immortal sects, an excellent disciple represents the future of the sect's forces in a way, and the sight that falls on Zhao Mad will definitely not be less, and Zhao Mad has never shown his true face and true name, if he shines on the thirty-three kui, it is too likely to be discovered and associated.

On the contrary, there is no such problem of the saintess, there are very few cases of showing people with their true faces, and the information of the saint is kept secret, and the world only knows that the saint is extremely beautiful and strong, but they do not know where the beauty is and where the strength is.

This is the case when the light is dark, and there is no psychological burden on letting the saint do her own day work, and besides, the situation of the saint is also very strange now... When I returned to the immortal cultivation world, I didn't run or make trouble, and I didn't have the idea of going home at all, and the quietness made Mo Yidu a little creepy.

But one thing is for sure, the Holy Maiden is not a stupid person, she knows what she should do and what she should not do under the jurisdiction of Qingxuan Venerable, and Mo Yi will not allow accidents to happen before everything is completed, so Zhao Ma, who is more unstable in comparison, must lose in the battle to make way for others.

The five disciples who participated in the thirty-three kui must be the best solution, and the five people in the original plan were Mo Yi, the Holy Maiden, Gongsun Ruoji and Wang An, and the last vacant position was vacant. The names of the opponents spit out by Juding are all arranged in the dark, and even Mo Yi, who is manipulating the mother fire, can easily change the list, he actually thought that he really couldn't find anyone to fill the last position and simply let Chen Yin, the senior brother, go up, at least the other party still has some experience in the previous thirty-three big competitions, but now it seems that there is no need to make a shady decision.

As soon as Zhao Mad and Wu Ming were defeated, the Holy Maiden's side was over immediately, which means that the top ten in the vast period have been born, and the rewards after the six are all the same, and none of them are eligible to participate in the thirty-three kui, so the next focus is on the battle for the top five, and decide which five disciples will meet the eight heroes of Beichuan County for the face of Qingshan Sect a month later.