"So what," Mo Qing gently raised the long ink sword, and then flicked his finger on the sword. The sword immediately produced an ink ripple, and endless cold suddenly enveloped this world. "In that thousand-year battle, we, the three thousand clans of the Mo family,
Even if this is a conspiracy, I will seek justice for my dead ancestors!"
As soon as the words fell, he suddenly dodged out, and the long ink sword in his hand swayed with sword shadows all over the sky, just like the painter waving the ink pen in his hand, spilling ink all over the sky!
The ink and wash sword technique is one of the most powerful sword moves of the Mohist family, and it is also one of the few secrets left by the Mohist family after the battle a thousand years ago.
It is said that thousands of years ago, the head of the Mo family slashed the majestic mountain with one sword using an ink sword technique, turning the sky within a radius of three hundred miles dark. Then, the great evil king descended from the sky and used the same ink sword technique.
Fa will cut off the head of the clan leader with a sword. This is why the Mo family hates the evil king to the bone. Using their Mo family's sword skills to cut off the head of their clan leader will be indelible for any clan.
of shame.
When the ink sword comes out, there is no domineering force, just a piece of ink of the same color as the sky and the earth!
Hegemony is a shameful existence for hundreds of races on the mainland. Because the Great Evil King slaughtered the world a thousand years ago and almost destroyed all martial arts, leaving only Hegemony. In the past five hundred years, all those who practice Hegemony have
People in the clan will be squeezed out by other clans. But they have to admit that the domineering power of their clan martial arts will be even more powerful. So, with the changes of the times, the domineering power eventually flowed into the hundreds of clans. Today, the hundreds of clans in the mainland have become even more powerful.
At least half of the warriors in the clan have practiced Haki and have successfully integrated it. However, there are also a few hundred people who always adhere to the rules of their ancestors and are not allowed to touch Haki.
Mohism is one of them.
The Mo family firmly believes that even without domineering power, they can return to the top. This is just like Bai Meisheng. Even without the ancient Nine Dragon Art that made his clan leader die one after another, he can still understand the secrets of heaven and earth with the sword in his hand and achieve immortality.
Seeing Mo Qing take action, he looked back anxiously and shouted to Zhao Qingzhu: "Qingzhu, how long are you going to keep trying!"
Zhao Qingzhu said nothing, holding the giant scissors tightly and looking at the ink in front of him, motionless!
brush--
A streak of ink came in a flash. Zhao Qingzhu raised his head and cut out with the giant scissors in his hand.
Click!
With a crisp sound, the ink disappeared, and the giant scissors bloomed with endless light, suppressing the ink of the same color as the sky and the earth.
"Hehe, isn't this what the Mo family is like!"
Looking at the ink that was suppressed by his blow, Zhao Qingzhu grinned with a bloodthirsty smile, and then said: "Come on, take revenge for those who have vengeance, and revenge for those who have grievances. However, once I don't die, I will be the second one in the future.
A big evil king!"
"Um?"
After the words fell, Zhao Qingzhu suddenly blinked and then slowly lowered his head!
puff!
Just as he lowered his head, a blood arrow spurted out from his chest, blocking his sight.
"this!"
Zhao Qingzhu, who had no idea what was going on, blinked blankly, then looked up at Mo Qing, who had already sheathed his sword, "What a terrifying swordsmanship!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he fell down with a pop.
The crowd around him obviously hadn't reacted yet. Looking at Zhao Qingzhu who fell down, they all looked at each other, completely unaware of what happened.
After a while, the crowd exploded.
One blow killed Zhao Qingzhu, who was holding a giant scissor and harboring the fighting spirit of the Great Evil King. The Mohist ink and wash swordsmanship was truly unparalleled in the world.
"Wow--"
Just when the crowd exploded, Zhao Qingzhu, who was lying on the ground, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, then covered the wound caused by the long sword and stood up, bared his teeth and cursed: "It fucking hurts——"
Seeing that Zhao Qingzhu could still stand up, Mo Qing frowned slightly, then felt relieved and instinctively pressed the hilt of the sword again with his big hand.
Zhao Qingzhu has fused the fighting spirit of the Great Evil King, and naturally has the domineering body protection of the Great Evil King. Coupled with the blockage of the giant scissors, it is not surprising that he can not die with one sword.
Looking back from a distance, she saw that Zhao Qingzhu was not dead, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but it was just a sigh of relief. When she saw Mo Qing pressing the hilt of the sword again, she immediately shouted sharply: "Mo Qing, how dare you
!”
"Dare?" Mo Qing didn't look back, just smiled softly and said: "Looking back, I am helping you. You bet the entire Holy Palace. If you fail, your Holy Palace will disappear from now on. I will kill you now
He can, firstly, avenge the family, and secondly, he can save your holy palace from water and fire."
Knowing Mo Qing's strength, she looked back anxiously. She could see that Mo Qing was determined to kill Zhao Qingzhu. Once Mo Qing had the intention to kill, no one would be able to stop him. Because, Mo Qing was determined to kill Zhao Qingzhu.
Qing inherited the power of the fighting spirit of the ninth ancestor of the Mo family. Now he is only twenty-five years old, and his strength can be compared with the peerless master who survived the battle a thousand years ago. And the ninth ancestor of the Moh family is like this, just to make the Moh family
Rise up in the hands of Mo Qing, avenge the family, and revive the glory of the Mo family.
Without any suspense, the ink sword was once again unsheathed in a terrifying manner. As the ink sword was unsheathed, the world suddenly fell into endless darkness. Above the entire Taoyuan Town, lines of ink rippling out of the sword energy were criss-crossed, like dragons emerging from the water.
, baring his teeth and claws, he pounced on Zhao Qingzhu from all directions.
With this sword, Zhao Qingzhu has nowhere to escape!
Looking back, he couldn't escape, and could only watch Zhao Qingzhu sinking into endless darkness, helpless.
At the moment when the thousands of troops were about to attack, a white sword energy appeared out of thin air, followed by a shocking explosion, and while figures were shot backwards from all around, Bai Meisheng, who was dressed in white robe, flashed out at an astonishing speed.
When he came out, the snow-white long sword in his hand instantly rose by a hundred feet, and then the sword shadow filled the sky, sweeping out like a galloping horse toward the ink sword shadow that enveloped Zhao Qingzhu.
Dangdangdang——
A series of shocking collision sounds were heard, two figures, one ink and one in white, intertwined and flashed, and the endless sword energy tore through the void unbridled, causing the pieces of void to be shattered, then restored and then shattered again!
"Everyone come on!"
As the voice fell, the warriors who had stood aside to watch the battle because of Mo Qing's appearance shouted and charged towards Zhao Qingzhu after Bai Meisheng came out.
However, Zhao Qingzhu was more impatient than them. After seeing how powerful Bai Meisheng and Mo Qing were, the warlike element in his body began to agitate. Before the warriors around him could come out, he was already holding the giant scissors and screaming to kill.
Got out.
Without a peerless powerhouse like Mo Qing, Zhao Qingzhu, even if he doesn't know the slightest move, can still rely on the power of the fighting spirit and the unparalleled verticality of the giant scissors.
In one impact, several strong men were buried under the giant shears.
The more enemies he kills, the crazier Zhao Qingzhu becomes. He keeps howling, speaking words that this continent does not understand, and rushes to kill among the crowd with his dazzling colorful brilliance.
At this moment, Da Zhongjiu, who had been knocked unconscious by him, opened his eyes, then quickly turned over and stood up.
Hearing the shouting voice of Zhao Qingzhu in the crowd, Da Chongjiu quickly looked around and then suddenly ran out.
At the same time, Mo Qing, who did not kill Zhao Qingzhu because of Bai Meisheng's appearance, suddenly retreated after exchanging ten moves with Bai Meisheng. The ink sword in his hand buzzed, and the terrifying killing intent spread overwhelmingly.
And out.
"The scum of hundreds of families!"
Mo Qing, whose murderous intention spread crazily, held the sword with both hands, and then said word by word: "You are dead!"