There is No Fairy I Can't Bend

And her uncle seemed to be not very self-cultivated, and Mo Mingxin said something murderous: "What a sharp-tongued little girl, people from the Tianyin faction are really good at talking."

Mo Mingxin smiled modestly: "Where is it, senior has won the award, in fact, we are also very good at fighting. Just talk about my master, I heard that she beat you like a dog last time, like throwing garbage Throw you out of the hall."

The meaning of these words was sarcasm slowly, and hit the vital point of Master Zhen Mengchan, she couldn't suppress the murderous aura immediately, she laughed angrily: "You are looking for death! I want to see today, are you as arrogant as your master! "

As soon as the words were finished, the cold air suddenly arose, and the hoarfrost quickly enveloped the entire Mingyue Palace. In the cold air, traces of sharp sword energy flew around.

The three sword qi shot at Mo Mingxin from three directions respectively, but Mo Mingxin did not change his face, his body shook slightly, and he dodged lightly.

As for the bone-chilling chill, she didn't care at all.

However, Zhen Mengchan disagreed, and shouted: "Uncle Shi, your opponent is me, and you are not afraid of losing face if you fight with a junior at the fusion stage?"

Her uncle snorted coldly, and voices came from all directions: "Don't both of you run away today, you will die here!"

"Oh, the old hag is angry."

Mo Mingxin shook his head, seemingly not paying attention, but the Thousand Crystal Sword had quietly appeared.

"My lord, you are in the southeast direction, at a distance of three feet, go all out."

In the ear, it was Jueying, who no one had noticed, reminding Mo Mingxin.

Mo Mingxin didn't hesitate, and the fire of Qianjing Sword surged, like an arrow leaving the string, going menacingly.

A green glow tore through the white mist of cold air, followed by the sound of Jinming, Mo Mingxin felt something hit by the Qianjing sword, the force feedback from the sword was not small, but it did not affect her.

It was probably blocked, even if it was hastily, the old woman's cultivation base is deep, so she probably didn't suffer any injuries.

Sure enough, Jueying's voice sounded again in his ears: "It hit, but the force was too small to have any effect."

As a result, Mo Mingxin had expected it, smiled wryly, and explained: "That's already my best effort."

Zhen Mengchan is the one who knows the strength of her uncle best. In the first battle, she lost without any suspense. The difference in strength between the two is not small.

——Mo Mingxin is only in the fit stage. Even if he has special aptitude, he can't compete with the Mahayana stage at this time. The master's strength is relatively strong in the Mahayana stage. Fighting with her is too much for Mo Mingxin. Too much.

Zhen Mengchan made up her mind and immediately appeared behind Mo Mingxin.

Mo Mingxin reacted quickly, and hurriedly turned around and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhen Mengchan was expressionless, and grabbed her collar: "Don't participate in the battle between me and my uncle, this is not something you can intervene in. Shiming's heart is on you, you can't have anything to do, hurry up!"

After a quick reminder, Zhen Mengchan threw Mo Mingxin out forcefully.

With all his strength, Mo Mingxin couldn't resist at all, he was thrown far away, and finally stabilized his body, a fight broke out in the white mist over there.

The strong icy air covered the entire Mingyue Palace, and nothing could be seen, only the occasional flashes of ice-blue sword light, and the continuous sound of golden cries, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy showed that there was a fight inside. intense.

Mo Mingxin let out his consciousness, observed for a while, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.Obviously, Zhen Mengchan's strength is still weaker than her uncle's, even if she is aggressive, it is difficult to make up for the gap.

The same style of Ten Thousand Shadows Remnant Ice Sword Art, Zhen Mengchan has already made it superb, but her uncle is even better than her, the number of ice swords in the sky is stable, and the ice swords use different strengths, or large Opening and closing, or being weird and tricky, it is extremely difficult to deal with, and there seems to be something hidden in the ice sword.

Zhen Mengchan barely resisted, and was wounded in a short while. The blood stained her plain clothes red, making her look a little weaker.

"Jueying, how long do you think Sister Zhen can last?"

Mo Mingxin asked.

Jueying glanced at it, and said calmly: "Without twenty moves, Zhen Mengchan will definitely lose."

"Then there's no time to watch the show."

Mo Ming smiled helplessly.

Jueying remained silent, she had no right to interfere with Mo Mingxin's thoughts, she could only help her when she was in distress.

The next moment, Mo Mingxin rushed straight out, just at the moment when Zhen Mengchan's sword art was broken, a fairy sword emitting azure blue light shot towards her chest like a stream of light.

Surrounded by a huge momentum, Mo Mingxin landed heavily, blowing away the cold air around him. At the same time, he hugged Zhen Mengchan, turned around to protect her, and turned his back to the imminent fairy sword.

The Thousand Crystal Transformation Shield and the two fairy swords collided with each other, making a loud noise.

Zhen Mengchan's face turned pale, and she couldn't help cursing: "You bastard, you are really stubborn."

Mo Mingxin chuckled, and said: "You Mingyue Palace let me peek at it for so many years, just treat it as me paying your interest."

Zhen Mengchan's face was slightly red, her eyes were a little cold, she thought that this little bitch relied on her master's cultivation to look down on the cultivation world, and did whatever she wanted with her breath restraining talisman, and she didn't know if she was looking at her.

Mo Mingxin seemed to see her thoughts, smiled proudly, and said proudly: "Don't guess, how could I let a beauty like you, sister Zhen, not look at you, it's not like you haven't seen my paintings, if you didn't see them with your own eyes See, how can I draw so vividly?"

For a moment, Zhen Mengchan really wanted to kill this bitch, what time is it now, is there still time to talk about this? !

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Mo Mingxin still had a playful smile on his face, which made Zhen Mengchan's uncle feel very uncomfortable.

They are obviously just two juniors who are not worth mentioning, how dare they look down on her?

She suddenly became angry, and the long sword in her hand was a little bit colder, and with a lingering sword wind, she pierced towards Mo Mingxin whistling.

Qian Jing, who had just touched her sword, let out a melodious sword cry, turned into countless chips, and re-condensed in mid-air, like a swift and violent cyan snake, twisting her body to wrap around the opponent's sword.

There was a trace of sour rubbing sound accompanied by the entanglement of the two fairy swords. Zhen Mengchan's uncle was shocked to find that the sword in his hand that had been with him for many years was distorted bit by bit, and the "squeak" sound, It was like it was screaming.

——No, the witch's sword is not simple!

In order to keep her accessories, Zhen Mengchan's uncle didn't care too much immediately, and used all his strength to shake Qianjing Sword away.

Although the Thousand Crystal Sword is a celestial weapon, it acts spiritually after all. Without Mo Mingxin's manipulation, it can't always fight against a Mahayana. Around the heart, re-condensed into a sword.