"Although you are the most talented among our brothers, but compared with this old witch who has been famous for thousands of years, I'm afraid you are still powerless..."
Huo Yanxia and others also quickly stopped them.
Mo Daiqiu smiled quietly, with a stubborn expression on her beautiful little face, and asked softly: "If I don't go, then who will?"
King Xu and his grandson were speechless.
"We have lost five games. We must not allow any mistakes in the next battle. The old witch is so powerful, so I should be allowed to play." She said softly.
"But……"
Huo Yanxia shook his head repeatedly, but if he tried to stop him later, he could no longer say anything.
Of course he knew that everything Mo Daiqiu said was true and that the situation had reached a point of no return.
Everyone was also silent.
Among the people present, except for Mo Daiqiu who had reached the third level of the Holy Realm, the rest of the people had no chance against this old witch.
If we lose this battle again, do we really want the newly established Great Saint Sect of the Ten Directions to be disbanded, and all the people present and the disciples in the sect become targets of bloody massacre and suppression by Qin Tian Prison?
"If Sun Ning were here, the situation would... be greatly improved, right?"
Huo Yanxia thought helplessly.
Mo Daiqiu's little face showed a look of determination and determination, and she said in a deep voice: "Master, fellow senior brothers and sisters, don't worry, I will definitely win this battle. In this battle, I, the Great Sage of the Ten Directions
The door will never lose."
Before he finished speaking, his delicate body twisted and turned into a light rainbow, falling into the battlefield.
When Xu Wang Sun Huo Yanxia and others heard this, their expressions changed.
Mo Daiqiu's statement before going on stage clearly meant that she would die with the enemy.
If the battle between the great saints is to end together, there is basically no other way except self-destruction of the Holy Spirit.
The wind rustles and the water becomes cold, and a strong man will never return once he is gone.
There was a tragic atmosphere everywhere on the field.
Only this time, the strong man turned into a nineteen-year-old girl.
Seeing Mo Daiqiu come on stage, Huo Qiusang's cloudy eyeballs faintly revealed scarlet. That white-haired face seemed to glow with greed and sinisterness. Jiejie smiled strangely and said: "What a tender girl."
, look at this figure, tsk tsk, it’s so tempting, the taste must be great. The old woman will be gentler later, leaving you with a whole body, and then eat your meat in bite by bite."
When she spoke, her eyes were evil and her tone was eerie and weird.
When King Xu and Sun and others saw this, they frowned and felt strong worries in their hearts.
This sinister old witch who does all kinds of evil was confronted by a man. She had never had a fight with her before, and her courage was about to drop.
How can Mo Daiqiu, who is still young, deal with her?
Little did they know that at this moment, Mo Daiqiu had no fear in her heart.
The nineteen-year-old girl only had one firm belief left in her heart.
Whether for the Great Saint Sect of the Ten Directions or for Sun Ning, we must defeat Huo Qiusang, and we will never allow Qin Tianjian to succeed!
"Old witch, you even eat people, you are really worse than a beast."
Mo Daiqiu showed no fear on her face and said coldly: "If you want to eat me, you have to show some skills."
Huo Qiusang's gloomy voice immediately sounded: "Grandma, let me show you what you are capable of."
She swung the dragon-headed crutch in her hand, causing a roaring sound to break through the air. A violent energy, wrapped in a ferocious momentum that seemed to be able to cut steel peaks into powder, turned into a four- to five-foot-long attack curtain, attacking Mo
Dai Qiu ejaculated over.
Mo Daiqiu wields a long sword, and her delicate body is as light as a returning goose in March.
While she was flying all over the sky, sword energy as thick as an arm and condensed as a beam of light intersected vertically and horizontally, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a field of sword energy covering all directions.
After advancing to the third level of the Holy Realm, Mo Daiqiu's Ten Directions Sword Intent field has made great progress.
She stood gracefully in the void, with a ten-foot-wide sword-intent field in ten directions, shining with bright sword light and releasing shocking sword-intention, making her look like an unparalleled beautiful female sword fairy.
Huo Qiusang's first attack failed to achieve even an inch of power before her Shifang Sword Intent field.
Huo Yanxia and others' faces immediately showed excitement.
It seems that even against Huo Qiusang, the junior sister is still capable of fighting.
However, Xu Wangsun looked solemn, and the worry in his eyes became more intense.
He could see that Huo Qiusang's staff was just a false move out of temptation, while Mo Daiqiu had already fully expanded the realm of the ten directions sword intention.
Even though the enemy briefly tried to fight, the two sides still couldn't tell who was superior and who was superior.
"Girl's skills are pretty good, but unfortunately her cultivation base is a bit poor."
Seeing that the first attack was in vain, Huo Qiusang remained calm. Jie Jie smiled strangely and said, "It seems that grandma is determined to eat your flesh."
Huo Qiusang suddenly felt like a cannonball, soaring into the sky in an instant. When he reached the sky, he stood high again, like an eagle seeing prey on the ground, and swooped down from the high altitude. The dragon-headed staff bloomed with dazzling light, like the sun hitting the sky.
The space is like a torn piece of silk or paper, torn apart easily, leaving black traces behind.
Mo Daiqiu connected the long sword. She could see that the power of this staff was amazing, and the Shifang Sword Intent field immediately went into full defense.
This is also the only option in this situation.
Unfortunately, it's not enough.
"boom!"
The terrifying blow from the dragon-headed staff was like a nuclear bomb. With a loud bang, Mo Daiqiu's Ten Directions Sword Intent field was shattered into pieces like paper.
The terrifying force still condensed, rushing over like a torrent. Even if Mo Daiqiu tried her best to avoid it during the defeat, she still couldn't avoid it. The violent force swept through her delicate body, directly knocking her away.
He was blasted dozens of feet away, blood spurted out from his mouth, and he was immediately severely injured.
"Little junior sister..."
Huo Yanxia and others were shocked and exclaimed: "Don't get entangled with the old witch, run away!"
Xu Wangsun clenched his fists tightly, and his skinny knuckles turned white. You can imagine how he felt when his beloved disciple was injured to this extent in front of him.
But a battlefield is a battlefield.
People from the Qintian Prison might swarm in when they were defeated and use all kinds of despicable means to deal with Sun Ning. However, Xu Wangsun and the Shifang Sword Sect would never do that.
For countless years, the core part of the martial arts spirit has been in the ring.
It embodies more than just the outcome of a battle or life and death, but the honor, dignity, and perseverance of a warrior who is willing to sacrifice everything for martial arts!
So even if Mo Daiqiu, the youngest among the disciples, was severely injured and fell to the ground at this moment, with bright red blood pouring out from her mouth, everyone could only watch helplessly with unbearable heartache and reluctance.
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What's more, who is going to abandon this martial arts spirit? Who can be saved under the hands of the three great eunuchs of Qintianjian? (To be continued)