God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

Mo Yi smiled faintly and shook his head: "Tian Boguang, from now on, there will be no more flower thieves in the world."

"Haha." Tian Boguang sneered and sneered: "Your tone is not small, but you don't know how strong you are? Humph! I've seen so many so-called sectarians like you, but one by one is not good. Do it, they are all cowards, hahaha!"

Mo Yi couldn't help but be dumb: "Don't worry, this time, I will make you unforgettable and remember it for a lifetime!"

"Hmph, report your name, let's do it!" Tian Boguang drew out his saber with a playful look on his face, not taking Mo Yi in his eyes at all.

"Huashan, Mo Yi!"

"Oh? Are you from the Huashan faction? Hahaha! I heard that some time ago, the head of Huashan, Yue Buqun, died. How dare you come out and be mad!" Tian Boguang couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, just let me stab me. I'll send you to see Yue Buqun!"

Mo Yi smiled faintly, still holding Yilin in his left hand, Xuanyuan Sword in his right, pointing at Tian Boguang, and said calmly, "Come on!"

"What do you mean? Just hold Xiao Shitai with one hand and fight me with the other?" Tian Boguang was startled, as if he had been greatly insulted.

Hearing this, even Yilin in Mo Yi's arms was puzzled and worried.

Mo Yi smiled lightly and didn't care: "To deal with a scumbag like you, one hand is enough for me!"

"Damn it!" Tian Boguang was also a master. Being despised like this, he couldn't bear it any longer. He rushed up directly with a sharp knife that was unbelievably fast, and took Mo Yi directly.

But Mo Yi shook his head slightly, his long sword waving again and again, and his moves were all attacks.

Tian Boguang's knife, hurry up!

Mo Yi's sword, faster!

The forty-second chapter of the text Tian Boguang from the palace

The swords kept fighting, even if Mo Yi held Yilin in one hand and stood still, he could do it with ease.

On the other hand, Tian Boguang was sweating profusely, dodging from left to right, and his body began to be painted, which made him very embarrassed.

boom!

Mo Yi's sword stance changed abruptly, a sword fell, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal.

Tian Boguang's face changed sharply, and he hurriedly blocked his body with a horizontal knife, but he was still directly swept away, and his face was disheartened.

"I don't believe it anymore!" Tian Boguang snorted coldly and rushed up again: "The [-]th Form of Flying Sand and Walking Stone!"

For a time, the fast knife in Tian Boguang's hand danced faster, and the momentum was like flying sand and moving stones, roaring.

"Form [-], Form [-], Form [-]..."

Tian Boguang used each move one by one, while Mo Yi still held Yilin in his left hand and swung the long sword in his right hand.

Every sword is an ordinary move, or stab, or chop, or block, or pick...

But it was this unusual move that completely destroyed Tian Boguang's thirteen moves.

So much so that Tian Boguang performed the thirteen styles of Flying Sand and Moving Stone, but he had not encountered Mo Yi at all.

"Flying sand and walking stone thirteen moves, but that's it, it's up to me!" Mo Yi smiled lightly and slashed directly with a sword.

Tian Boguang's face changed slightly, and he quickly raised the knife to block.

On the other hand, Mo Yi changed the sword stance again, from slashing to entanglement, entangling Tian Boguang's knife, and pressing it, Tian Boguang's knife was directly driven to cut.

"Ah!" Tian Boguang screamed and couldn't help lowering his head, only to see his knife slashed between his legs, and the bright red blood stains continued to drop...

"what!"

Another scream, Tian Boguang couldn't help throwing down the knife, covered his crotch with both hands, his face pale, exclaimed: "You castrated me!"

Mo Yi shook his head: "I said, after today, there will be no more flower-picking thief Tian Boguang in the world! But I didn't castrate you, but you wielded the knife from the palace! Look, your hand, holding your knife, It's over, it has nothing to do with me!"

"You...you..." Tian Boguang was so angry that his face was blue, and he was burning with anger. If it wasn't for Mo Yi's sword, he would have left the palace?

For a prostitute, self-implantation is more uncomfortable than suicide!

For a time, Tian Boguang only felt that the sky was dark and the sky was dark, his eyes were shining with stars, and there was no love for him!

Mo Yi sighed, shook his head, and said, "Little Master, how do you deal with this thief? He will no longer be able to harm good women in the future!"

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Mo Yi sighed, shook his head, and said, "Little Master, how do you deal with this thief? He will no longer be able to harm good women in the future!"

Yilin was startled for a moment, then nodded and said with a blushing face, "Amitabha can make people rehabilitate without hurting their lives. Brother Mo's method is very good."

"Good girl!" Tian Boguang really wanted to cry when he heard this, how could there be such a thing?

Mo Yi smiled and said, "Brother Tian, ​​don't despair, this might be a great blessing!"

"Fortune? Haha." Tian Boguang's eyes were full of coldness, he looked at Mo Yi, and said angrily, "Mo Yi, either you kill me today, or, another day, I will definitely seek revenge for you!"

Mo Yi smiled faintly and didn't care: "With you? How about another ten years of cultivation?"

When Tian Boguang heard this, his expression was full of sadness. Ten years later, he was no match for Mo Yi.

"Since I can't take revenge, I can't find a woman, why am I, Tian Boguang, still alive?" After saying that, Tian Boguang picked up the knife on the ground and was about to slash himself with it.

But Mo Yi slashed out with a sword, and directly sent Tian Boguang's knife flying again.

"Mo Yi, what do you mean? Don't let me die?" Tian Boguang said angrily, his eyes full of coldness.

Mo Yi smiled: "It's a great creation, but you don't know that there is a peerless swordsmanship called the Sword of Evil Exorcism. The first point of cultivating this swordsmanship is to wield the sword from the palace. This is for you. Send great creation!"