Songshan swordsmanship has always been known for its majestic momentum.

Di Xiu's sword has a strict and upright style, and he has already mastered the essence of Songshan's swordsmanship.

However, when facing this sword, Na Quyang just glanced coldly, and the thin sword in his hand suddenly turned into a gleam of cold light, stabbing forward faster than a flying bird!

"ah!"

Only a scream was heard, and the figure of Disiu suddenly flew out and fell to the ground hard. There was a bloody hole in the palm of his right hand holding the sword.

"Good swordsmanship! You really have some skills, no wonder you dare to do so!" Lehou said expressionlessly, but he was slightly surprised in his heart.

As Zuo Lengchan's direct disciples, Di Xiu and Shi Dengda were both top-notch second-rate swordsmen with profound swordsmanship.

The old man in front of him wounded Di Xiu with just one glance. His martial arts skills were extremely impressive even among first-class masters. Fighting alone, Le Hou thought that he might not be Qu Yang's opponent.

As soon as he thought about this, he set his sights on Mo Yuan and said, "Master Mo, this devil is very powerful in martial arts. How about you and I working together to capture him?"

"That's natural. In the Demon Sect, everyone will kill him if he finds one. Naturally, the disciples will not let him go." Mo Yuan nodded.

Perhaps Na Quyang was brave because he was a skilled artist. Hearing that the two of them joined forces, he didn't even have the slightest intention of escaping. Instead, he smiled and said, "I was originally afraid of hurting my little friend with a heavy blow, but now I have no worries."

"What a loud tone!"

Lehou listened to him repeatedly treating himself like nothing, but finally couldn't suppress his anger. With a 'clang' sound, the Songyang Iron Sword was unsheathed and struck towards Qu Yang with one sword.

His move revealed the power of the Thirteen Taibao of the Songshan Sect. The sword energy was overflowing from the iron sword. Even from several feet away, Mo Yuan could feel the sharp sword energy. Victory

I don’t know how many times it has passed Disiu.

Qu Yang said it lightly, but when he saw this sword, his expression was extremely solemn. However, he saw that his internal energy was concentrated on the thin sword. As soon as his body moved, a bright sword light greeted him.

One of these two people is the Thirteen Taibao of the Songshan Sect, and the other is the elder of the Demon Sect. They are both famous people in the world. The life-and-death fight without reservation is really exciting.

When he used Songshan's swordsmanship, it was like thousands of troops galloping forward, with spears and halberds flying thousands of miles across the yellow sand. But Qu Yang's thin sword was like a giant in the sky, light and elegant, but with hidden murderous intent.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged three or four moves, but Qu Yang was superior in swordsmanship and had the upper hand.

"Master Nephew Mo hasn't taken action yet!" Lehou called hurriedly.

Mo Yuan responded and drew his long sword, but he stood on the sidelines and observed carefully, not in a hurry to draw the sword.

Suddenly, when the Songyang iron sword and the thin sword collided again, Mo Yuan let out a long roar, and his internal energy poured into the sword's edge. A purple brilliance flashed across the long sword, like thunder, heading straight towards the sword.

Then he slashed with the other two swords.

Dang! Dang!

There were two crisp sounds in succession, and the two sword blades fell to the ground. It was Mo Yuan who succeeded with his sword and cut off the two swords.

Without the weapon, Qu Yang frowned, but Lehou's face was filled with joy.

Lehou immediately threw out the long sword in his hand, gathered his inner strength, and moved his palms towards Qu Yang's chest. He was known as the great yin and yang hand, and compared to his sword skills, his palm skills were even more impressive.

Qu Yang secretly sighed. All his kung fu was focused on swordsmanship and light kung fu. If he lost his weapon, he would lose 80% of his kung fu.

That’s all, come look for this guy next time!

He was entrusted by someone to get a glimpse of the depth of Mo Yuan's martial arts. If he failed once, there would naturally be a next time.

But he saw him facing Lehou's menacing fleshy palms, waving his hand, and a handful of black needles shot out, shouting: "Black Blood Divine Needle!"

Lehou was so frightened that he withdrew his palm force, twisted his whole body, and dodged to one side.

Qu Yang laughed and said, "See you later!"

After saying that, he tiptoed a little, his figure turned into a flicker of light, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"What a ruthless demon!" Lehou stood up from the side, looked at the black needle on the ground in the distance, and said with lingering fear. There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, it was obvious that he had injured himself when he withdrew his palm just now.

But it's worth it, the Demon Sect's black blood needle is extremely poisonous and will kill anyone who gets it. Otherwise, Lehou wouldn't let him go.

"Uncle Musician, are you okay?" Mo Yuan asked with concern, holding a long sword in his hand.

"It's not serious. This foreign martial artist is very powerful and can beat me by several points. If I don't get rid of him today, he will definitely be a serious problem for me in the future!" Lehou said regretfully.

Mo Yuan put the sword back into its scabbard and said: "In my righteous path, there are sea-fixing needles like Uncle Music Master and Uncle Zuo. No matter how powerful the devil's martial arts are, they can't stir up any trouble."

When Lehou heard him praising himself and Zuo Lengchan, he felt happy and said: "With Senior Brother Zuo, we don't have to be afraid of people from the Demon Sect. It's just wasted all the time Di Xiu and I spent with him."

Mo Yuan's heart moved and he said, "Uncle Master has been targeting him for a long time?"

"I have been eyeing this devil in Hengyang, what a pity..." Lehou shook his head and sighed. He looked at Di Xiu, who was moaning on the ground, and said, "Please help my nephew to help Di Xiu up. I have

It’s an injury, but it’s an inconvenience.”

Mo Yuan nodded, walked to Di Xiu, and raised his hand to help him up. Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched Di Xiu, the man suddenly stopped and hugged Mo Yuan, and at the same time, the whistling wind came from behind.

, Lehou actually used his palm to sneak attack Mo Yuan.

Bang! Bang!

Two muffled sounds were heard, and Mo Yuan's whole body flew into the air and fell hard to the ground. His handsome face had turned pale, and he looked like he had been seriously injured.

"Uncle Musician..., you...you...!" Mo Yuan's eyes widened with anger, his fingers were thick, and he was indescribably angry.

"Master Nephew Mo, don't blame me. I did it under orders. Who told you that your martial arts skills are already so high at such a young age? If you are allowed to grow up, will you be able to pay it back in time?"

Lehou was still smiling and said: "The Five Mountains Sword Sect and the Songshan Sword Sect are already strong enough. There is no need for a rising Huashan in the martial arts world. If you want to blame, just blame yourself for your bad luck and joining the Huashan."

Come under the door."

"Uncle Master, why bother talking to him? Let me kill him with one sword, so that we can go back quickly to announce the good news to Master." Di Xiu pulled out his long sword and said with murderous intent.

"You...you are not following Qu Yang..., you are just here...to...kill me..." Mo Yuan said with difficulty.

"Qu Yang, it's just a coincidence. Do you know that I have been looking for you for more than half a year? Finally, Emperor Tian has paid off and stopped you in Chang'an. If it is later, I am afraid you will go back to Huashan."

Lehou's eyes were filled with pride. He waved his sleeves and said, "Okay, you've finally figured it out if you die. Di Xiu, let's do it!"

Di Xiu responded and walked towards Mo Yuan with a ferocious smile on his face. It was the most satisfying thing to kill a genius who was stronger than him...

ps: Congratulations to IG and FPX for entering the semi-finals. I look forward to next week's competition. Then some book friends asked questions about Journey to the West. I will write the main world slowly. It has not been started yet. I won't write too long about the first world. A few
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