Mo Qiu’s Immortal Fate

The words fell, and the scene immediately fell silent.

Purple Yang Sect's complexion remained unchanged, but the people at Spirit Essence School were whispering, their voices were frightened and angry, but they did not dare to attack.

Gu Wu and Miao Yuantong looked at each other, and both saw the hesitation and surprise in each other's eyes.

Duan Buping made this move, obviously because he has certain confidence in his son.

But Duan De is reported to be just a turbulent Young Master. He is not very old, and the advanced acquired is only a year or two.

And they have cultivated True Qi as early as more than ten years ago, and their martial arts accumulation will definitely surpass each other.

In my heart, I am not afraid!

"Deacon Duan." Miao Yuantong hesitated for a while, still said:

"Competitions will inevitably hurt each other's harmony. I'm afraid it's wrong. We might as well wait for this matter. Elder will come back to talk."

"What?" Duan De took a step forward, his face cold:

"Are you looking down on this Duan, or Spirit Essence School really has no one, even This is not bloody."

"hmph!"

He was lightly snorted and said:

"If this is the case, I don't think I need to wait for Black Fiend Cult The remnant makes a move, and you have already run away watching the wind!"

"You..." Gu Wu face changed, and he was about to step forward immediately.

"Okay!" Miao Yuantong said suddenly, stretched out his hand to stop Gu Wu, and took the initiative to cup one fist in the other hand, and gave his hand:

"Since Young Master Duan said so , If I wait and shirk again, I won’t give you face."

"Miao is not talented, I would like to learn Young Master's great skills first!"

While speaking, I wince Gu Wu secretly. .

Obviously, today, I am afraid that I will not be able to hide from the fight, so it is better to take the opportunity to frustrate the opponent's face.

In terms of strength, he is slightly inferior to Gu Wu.

This time the first shot, one can test the depth of Duan De, and the other can consume the opponent's physical strength even if it is lost.

Of course.

He doesn't think he will lose.

"Okay!" Duan De raised his eyebrows, stepped forward again, and raised one hand to indicate:

"Hear Master Miao’s Magicate brushwork is exquisite and extraordinary, which is also a special skill. I’m about to learn."

"It’s easy to say, it’s easy to say." Miao Yuantong waved his hand, and everyone dispersed immediately, leaving a hollow space:

"Miao is not talented enough to learn. Profound martial arts, wait for Young Master Duan to show mercy."

"Hall Master Miao is too modest." Duan De chuckled and shook his head:

"Please!"

"Please!"

Miao Yuantong's complexion was solemn, and with his hands gently flipped, the two dull Magicstrate pens about one chi were already in his palm.

The two eyes face each other, the atmosphere in the field is frozen, and the invisible aura begins to spread outward.

Mo Qiu mixed in the crowd, his eyes flashing.

He has been in Dongan Mansion for three years, but first he is used to going deep and simple, and secondly he has a busy day, so he rarely encounters battles.

But the martial arts here is prosperous, far from being comparable to a small place like Point Star City. There are a lot of experts and martial arts are extraordinary.

Miao Yuantong’s martial arts come from his family, and are incomparable with the Great Sect core inheritance of Damen. Looking at Dongan Mansion, it is not ranked at all.

But in Point Star City, I am afraid that even the number one expert Zhong Yunzhao there may not be his opponent.

"Be careful!"

Miao Yuantong's low drink made Mo Qiu instantly refreshed.

I saw the illusory silhouette in the field. Two Magicstrate pens have pierced the place of about one zhang and pointed directly at Duan De's chest.

immortal show the way!

This move is a popular item of martial arts, and it has all kinds of fists, swords, and palms.

In the hands of Miao Yuantong, there is a sense of thousands hammers, hundred refinements, and the body moved has arrived.

A straight stabbing, the force is perfect, under the acquired realm, I am afraid that very few people can escape.

Mo Qiu's eyes also lit up.

"Okay!"

Duan De gave a light compliment. He didn't mean to draw a sword, but the right hand gently raised flicks with the finger.

"Ding..."

The touch of my finger with the forged Magicite brush of steel essence actually made the sound of metal collision.

Miao Yuantong complexion slightly changed, the first stroke took advantage of the stroke, and the back stroke followed in order, and clicked out a word not to be done.

This is the style copybook of Miao's brushwork, fuse together martial skills, calligraphy and even acupuncture.

The characters are like wild grass, and the brush strokes are gusty.

For a time, Miao Yuantong changed his body shape, stabbing, slashing, and slanting with two pens as if he was painting with a few strokes, his posture was crazy.

The Dragon Snake is as strong as a mountain, and si si splitting the air sound makes people subconsciously cold all over the body.

Mo Qiu's eyes flickered, but his expression was slightly strange.

Miao Yuantong's strength is definitely not weak, every move is blessed by True Qi, seemingly random swipes can smash mountains and rocks, powerful.

Compared with Ling Wan, the fire-eyed golden eagle that he once played against, the gap between the two is extremely obvious.

But for some reason, it is difficult to give him a sense of danger.

Perhaps...

I have become too much stronger when I am unconsciously?

Compared with Miao Yuantong's fierce offensive, Duan De's response is relaxed and easy.

Facing the offensive of howling wind and torrential rain, he did not move his feet from the beginning to the end, and responded with his hands or fingers or palms out.

Every shot seemed unremarkable, but it was just right to let the opponent return without success.

attack for a long time without any success, even failing to detect the depth of the other party, Miao Yuantong's complexion couldn't help becoming more gloomy.

"Hah!"

shouted in a low voice, the speed of the Magicstrate pen suddenly soared, and the sound of breaking the air almost became a line.

The illusory shadows are intertwined, like a cursive script, and they fall towards Duan De.

this time.

Not only Mo Qiu's eyes shrank, Duan De's expression was also solemn, and he had to withdraw his long sword from the sheath.

"zheng!"

"ding ding...dangdang..."

blade light is like an electric arc, suddenly torn and attacking the offensive, two phases Hit, a little fire star splashes all around.

When he took out the sword, his eyes flickered a little purple light.

The purple light is not obvious. If you don’t check it carefully, you will definitely be ignored, but you can’t hide it from the few people present.

"Purple Yang Divine Art!"

"One-word soul chasing electric sword!"

Mo Qiu and Gu Wu's complexion changed in unison.

Purple Yang Divine Art is the cultivation technique of Purple Yang Sect, which is as important as the Spirit Essence Heart Art corresponding to Spirit Essence School.

Only sect core dísciple can be cultivation.

And the word chasing soul electric sword is also the renowned Sword Art of Purple Yang Sect, the famous martial arts of a certain real Elder.

These two cultivation arts appear in one person, which means that this person must be the dísciple that Purple Yang Sect respects.

Bohemian, martial arts sparse...

The rumors about Duan De are probably increasingly distort the truth!

The two can see that the Miao Yuantong who is fighting with them will not know that their complexion changes immediately.

On the occasion of the fight, they entangled each other's spirits and retreated at will from the impossible.

At the moment, I bit my teeth, True Qi urges my body violently, and Magicstrate's pen is staggered down like clouds and moons.

The eighteen beatings of the Miao family's clouds go by month!

"Heh..." The corners of Duan De's mouth are slightly raised, disdainfully light, and the long sword in his palm rises like a living thing.

Immediately, sword light started!

It's like thunder and lightning tearing through the clouds and fog, every lightning flashing across the square, violently smashing everything ahead.

The one-character soul chasing electric sword is known for its subtlety and speed, but it displays its overbearing changes, and its moves are equally powerful.

Miao Yuantong's eyes shrank, and his heart was instantly chilled.

Danger!

The surname Duan wants to kill!

Mo Qiu's body collapsed, and he was about to shoot subconsciously, but someone moved faster than him.

"show mercy!"

Gu Wu, who has been ready to go loudly shouted, dashed forward and slammed Duan De with both palms.

He knew that the interception was too late, so he could only force the opponent to return to defense to have a chance to preserve Miao Yuantong.

Angry Thunder Palm is fierce, even a second-rate expert dare not underestimate it, and the imposing manner of the palm is equally extraordinary.

"Come well!" Of course, Duan De was impossible to choose hard resistance, back to the sword to block, and drank in the mouth:

"Let me see what Spirit Essence School really can do. "

"Pick me Sword Dance from all directions!"

Before the sound fell, sword light had already swept all over the world, including Gu Wu and Miao Yuantong.