Although Mo Xing and Mo Yue are arrogant, their cultivation is at the second level of the Solid Yuan Realm. Together, they can defeat opponents at the third level of the Solid Yuan Realm. Therefore, Qian Yu and Ying Wuchou, who are at the first level of the Solid Yuan Realm, are among them.
In his eyes, he was completely vulnerable.
"Give me the short one." Mo Yue chose Ying Wuchou, pulled her hands in front of her body, and a strange blood line appeared strangely, condensing into a three-foot-long blood knife.
Mo Xing's eyes stayed on Qian Yu, and he also made the same action as Mo Yue, except that what appeared in front of him was a three-foot blood sword.
"Let's compete to see who can take their lives first." Mo Yue's mouth curved into a ferocious arc.
"I must win!"
As Mo Xing finished speaking, the four of them started a duel on the wasteland.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
The sound of swords clashing spread. Qianyu held the Red Meteor Stick and fought with Mo Xing's blood sword. Mo Xing's sword was not very fast, but the angle of his sword was very tricky, which gave Qianyu a headache.
The purple sword in Ying Wuchou's hand weighs a hundred kilograms, and it has a strong sense of power when wielded. However, Mo Yue's sword skills are very strange, and he is good at the skill of moving a thousand kilograms in four or two. Every time Ying Wuchou swings the sword, a shocking force comes out.
, Mo Yue can always resolve the force with his strange sword skills.
After a fight, Ying Wuchou fell into a downfall. Mo Yue changed from a defensive state to an offensive state. It was difficult for Ying Wuchou to resist. The disadvantage became bigger and bigger, and the smile on the corner of Mo Yue's mouth became more and more proud.
On the other side, Mo Xing's face was not good. His sword skills were very tricky, but Qian Yu always blocked them at the last moment. After more than ten rounds of fighting, Mo Xing almost tried his best, but failed to cause any damage.
Any harm would make him feel very depressed.
"This bastard's cultivation is obviously not as good as mine, why can't I have a clear advantage?" During the fight, Mo Xing had doubts about himself.
"Wow!"
Ying Wuchou's abdomen was cut open by Mo Yue, and blood instantly overflowed, dyeing his clothes red.
"It seems I won." Mo Yue smiled cruelly, and took out the sword again, slashing off Ying Wuchou's Tianling Gai.
Ying Wuchou's expression changed greatly. If he was hit, his life would be at stake. In desperation, he ignored the pain in his abdomen and held the sword in both hands, holding it above his head.
"clang!"
A harsh sound came out sharply, and sparks flew everywhere. Ying Wuchou staggered back and fell to the ground. Unable to hold back, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
He couldn't hold it any longer.
"Large intestine?" Qianyu had already noticed Ying Wuchou's disadvantage, but when fighting Mo Xing, he had to concentrate on it and could not tolerate any distractions. Seeing Ying Wuchou vomiting blood, he could no longer maintain his composure.
"laugh!"
Taking advantage of Qianyu's distracted moment, Mo Xing swung the blood sword, originally stabbing Qianyu's abdomen. Qianyu was about to block, but after the blood sword was thrust out, he strangely adjusted the angle, moving from bottom to top, and from the abdomen.
to the chest.
Because Qianyu was distracted, he did not block the sword. There was a stinging pain in his chest, followed by blood gushing out.
"I have no choice but to use a trick." Due to the damage to his spiritual consciousness, Qianyu does not intend to use the soul refining technique. However, at this moment, it is a matter of life and death. If he has any reservations, he and Ying Wuchou will both die.
this.
"Soul Refining Technique!"
Looking up to the sky and shouting loudly, Qianyu formed strange seals with his hands and muttered something in his mouth. The next moment, the soul of a ten-foot-tall silver-eyed thunder leopard appeared behind Qianyu, overlapping his body.
"Roar!"
The silver-eyed thunder leopard roared angrily, and the sound was deafening. Mo Xing and Mo Yue both stopped moving, staring intently at the soul behind Qian Yu, and exclaimed: "Yuanhun?!"
Ying Wuchou was also surprised and looked at Qianyu in disbelief.
"Impossible, Yuanhun is exclusive to Yuanyin realm cultivators. How can he, a Gu Yuan realm cultivator, possess Yuanhun?" Mo Xing questioned.
Mo Yue nodded doubtfully and said: "I also don't think that is the soul. The soul is divided into Yin soul and Yang soul, which are black and white. The soul he summoned is silver, not like the soul."
"Whoever he is, his cultivation level is not as good as ours. It's too simple to rely on these heresy to win!" Mo Xing drew his sword again and shouted at the same time: "Blood Star Soul-Breaking Sword!"
A hundred-foot-sized blood-colored demon star appeared above Mo Xing's head. This demon star was condensed from sword energy, transmitting powerful sword intent.
"boom!"
The bloody demon star came from the sky, and the earth was directly shaken to collapse, and a strong sense of oppression came towards Qianyu. Qianyu's expression was a little labored. Due to the damage to his consciousness, he could not fully control the soul of the silver-eyed thunder leopard.
"Suppression!"
Qianyu only said two words, and two dazzling thunderbolts shot out from the eyes of the silver-eyed thunder leopard behind him, directly piercing the oncoming demon star, showing his domineering power.
"How is that possible?" Mo Xing was completely dumbfounded.
This is his most powerful killing move! The most powerful killing move that can instantly kill a first-level cultivator in the Solid Yuan Realm! But it was easily taken by Qianyu?
"I'll shoot you to death."
The claws of the silver-eyed thunder leopard swept across and slapped Mo Xing, who had a dull look on his face, until his muscles and bones were broken, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he lost his vitality.
"Xing'er!" Mo Yue shouted, looked at Qian Yu angrily, and shouted: "Asshole, I will make you pay for it with your life!"
"Blood Moon Soul-Breaking Knife!"
Mo Yue's moves are somewhat similar to Mo Xing's. A hundred-foot-sized blood moon appears above his head, condensed from sword energy, giving people a cold and eerie feeling.
"Another crackdown!"
Qianyu shouted loudly, and two dazzling thunderbolts were shot out from the silver-eyed thunder leopard's eyes again, piercing the blood moon.
Mo Yue's expression became very wonderful.
"We haven't seen each other for a few months. Qianyu is already so strong?"
There was only surprise and envy on Ying Wuchou's face, and he was completely speechless.
"You should also go and accompany him!"
Qianyu waved his claws, and the sound of the silver-eyed thunder leopard's resistance suddenly sounded in his mind, which made him dizzy and in a daze, unable to take action again. The soul of the silver-eyed thunder leopard behind him also became illusory and looming.
"Is this...?" Mo Yue escaped and looked at Qianyu with a look of pain on his face in surprise, "What is he doing?... Regardless, he can't take action now, which is perfect.
Chance!"
"You bastard, I'm going to die!" Mo Yue took a step forward and leaped out. The sword energy on the bloody knife was like a turbulent wave, and it was killing Qianyu.
"Qianyu!"
Ying Wuchou could do nothing but exclaim.
Qianyu sensed the threatening sword aura, but now he was in a state of mental confusion, holding his head that was about to explode with both hands, completely unable to resist.
Just when Mo Yue's blood knife was about to end Qian Yu's life, an inconspicuous stone ejected from behind Qian Yu. There was only a "click" sound, and the stone hit the blood knife into pieces. Mo Yue looked at him in surprise.
Next, another stone hit him like thunder, punching a bloody hole in his body.
Mo Yue is not dead, the stone did not hit his heart, he is still alive.
"That bastard dares to stop my good deeds?" Mo Yue yelled with a knife, looking around, his pupils suddenly shrank, and there was a look of horror in his eyes, "Hall Master?"
A tall old man wearing a blood-red gown appeared on the wasteland. His face was pale and his eyes were empty. He stood with his hands behind his back, giving a feeling of calmness and authority.
"Traitor, do you still have me as the hall master in your eyes?" the old man shouted coldly.
"Hall Master, I don't understand. Drinking human blood can obviously improve your cultivation faster. Why don't you allow it?" Mo Yue spoke fiercely.
"This is a clan rule set by our ancestors. We and the human race will not infringe upon each other."
"These are rules from thousands of years ago. Times are different now, and we should make changes. You are stuck in a rut!"
"That's nonsense!" The old man waved his hand, and a drop of blood shot out from his fingertips, hitting Mo Yue. Mo Yue screamed repeatedly, and his body melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared in an instant. (To be completed.)