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"One, two, three...there are thirty-two in total. Donor Lan guessed it correctly."

Lan Shaoyu burst out laughing, "Second Villa Master Yun, please go first."

At this point, Yun Chengfeng had no choice but to walk out.

The battle is about to begin, and everyone else retreats to both sides.

"I've heard for a long time that the Seven Swords of Forgetting Love at the Sword Trial Villa is ranked among the top ten swordsmanships in the world. Today, Mo will have his eyes opened."

Yun Chengfeng didn't say anything. From the first step, he had already begun to silently practice Xuan Gong, his eyes fixed on Mo Li's hands.

Yun Chengfeng looked at Mo Li's wrist, while Shi Feng stared at the wooden box behind Mo Li.

Mo Li is powerful in the world. As one of the four great princes in the Qin Dynasty, the ancient wooden box behind him, called "Chendu Xuanjian", is an extremely mysterious treasure.

To this day, no one knows what was in the box.

The aura on Yun Chengfeng's body continued to rise, but he still did not move at all and did not make a move.

In the bones of the black turtle, Long Er was quite surprised, "Isn't this guy named Yun Chengfeng from the Sword Trial Villa? He should be good at swordsmanship. Why are you so confident that you don't even draw the sword?"

Bai Hu said calmly, "He is not overconfident, but mature and steady. He knows very well that he is no match for Mo Li, so he is not trying to defeat Mo Li in this battle, but trying to take as many moves as possible.

As long as he insists on one move more than Lan Shaoyu, he can get an additional 10% of the territory.

Guanhu Lake has a radius of more than 200 miles, and the water spirit veins are of excellent quality. An extra 10% will cover dozens of miles of water. "

Shi Feng touched his chin and muttered, "Over the years, Yun Xingfeng has lived in seclusion and made plans from the middle. His second brother Yun Chengfeng traveled all over the country to run errands for his younger brother.

I originally thought that Yun Chengfeng was busy with help, which would inevitably delay his practice, but now it seems that the master of the second village has quite a lot of magical powers. "

"How many moves do you think he can catch?"

Shi Feng shook his head, "I can't guess. In fact, there are advantages to the one who strikes first. As long as he does his best, he can take as many moves as he can. On the contrary, the one who strikes last will be under a lot of pressure.

If Lord Yun takes thirty moves, then Master Lan will definitely want to take thirty-one, thirty-two, or even forty moves. With just five more moves, the Yandang Sect can dominate Guan Lake.

But with this thought in mind, too much pressure may not be conducive to performance! "

While they were talking, Yun Chengfeng's aura was still rising, and the surrounding aura was stirred, forming a spiritual vortex.

Everyone around him showed expressions of astonishment. Mobilizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was the innate magical power of the Yuanying Ancestor. Yun Chengfeng was no better than a Golden Core cultivator. He must have used some secret technique to be able to have such a strange phenomenon.

"Bo!" Yun Chengfeng exhaled and raised his voice, stopping his Xuan Gong. He saw the surrounding aura emitting colorful lights, surrounding him, slowly rotating, as bright as a galaxy.

Xuanjing was dumbfounded, "This, is this the 'Undoable Majestic King's Technique'?"

Bai Hu was also very surprised, "I didn't expect this person to have mastered such a magical skill of Buddhism. I just don't know how good his Ming Wang Technique is?"

"good!"

Mo Li shouted low, his arms vibrated, a "canglang" sound was heard, and a black shadow flew out of the wooden box behind him.

The black shadow quickly condensed in the air and turned into a Skanda pestle that was three feet long and as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

Mo Li pointed his finger, and the Skanda pestle changed from three feet to four feet, five feet...

Yun Chengfeng looked at the giant pestle that was gradually spreading across the sky over the patio, with a solemn look in his eyes.

He tied his hands inside, put his two index fingers together vertically, pressed the nails of his ring fingers with his two thumbs, used his two index fingers as swords, and his two thumbs and two ring fingers as ropes. Blue, shake!”

Mo Li waited for him to finish reciting the mantra, then pressed down with both hands, and the seven-foot-long Skanda pestle struck down from the air.

Su Mengzhu murmured, "It's really strange that the Mo Family and Jianjian Villa used Buddhist magical powers at the same time. Is it because they are fighting in a temple?"

The powerful and heavy Skanda pestle hit the seal of Fudo Mingwang, "Tong!" With such force, the green bricks on the ground shattered into powder silently, and then the bricks and tiles of the courtyard wall and roof ten feet away flew away.

The onlookers were forced by the force and all took a few steps back.

They are all masters of golden elixirs, so naturally they cannot roll back like bricks and tiles, but they also have their sleeves raised and their respective skills used to resist.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

"Bang!" Yun Chengfeng finally couldn't resist, and his whole body was swept out and hit the screen wall.

The screen wall immediately collapsed, and Yun Chengfeng's body retreated another seven to eight feet and fell to the ground.

It took a long time before Yun Chengfeng got up from the ground. His face was pale, but he turned around and found that his meridians were not damaged.

Obviously, Mo Li had a good grasp of the situation, and being able to do this showed that Mo Li still had plenty of energy left.

"I lost!" Yun Chengfeng was also a powerful man and readily admitted defeat.

This scene made everyone onlookers dumbfounded. As for Lan Shaoyu, he was both happy and surprised.

He was happy that Yun Chengfeng was defeated in one move, and he had the upper hand in the Guanhu dispute; he was surprised that Mo Li's magic power was so powerful, and he didn't know how many moves he could sustain.

With a move of his right hand, Mo Li made the Skanda pestle change from large to small, and finally turned into a puff of blue smoke and disappeared into the wooden box behind him.

"Master Lan, it's your turn to take action."

"Yes! Please give me some advice, fellow Taoist Mo!"

Lan Shaoyu took a deep breath and walked slowly.

Shi Feng looked at his feet. The green bricks on the ground had been broken into powder by the previous battle between Yun Mo and Yun Mo. It was said that if he stepped on them, they should fall in immediately.

However, Lan Shaoyu walked forward as usual.

"This man's ability to lighten his body is very good!" all the spectators thought in their hearts.

Lan Shaoyu flicked his fingers, and a slender little dragon circled around him.

"The Finger-twisting Soft Sword! He is worthy of being the young master of the six major sword sects."

Shi Feng's eyes were full of envy. He fought for the Yan family at the Eighteen Leagues Martial Arts Conference in Central Sichuan, and obtained the chain diagram of the Red Sky Sword weapon, the five-hundred-year dismantling of the Fish Chang Palace, and the Red Fox Sword from the Guo family. , and after a lot of hard work, he finally made a magic weapon-level flying sword.

Lan Shaoyu didn't have to do anything. His boss, I, just gave him the magic sword.

Mo Li looked at the other party calmly, "Please!"

Lan Shaoyu uttered the word "good", suddenly stepped on his feet and flew onto the roof of the hall.

The courtyard was surrounded by palaces, and he was seen erratic, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, running faster and faster, and finally turned into countless afterimages.

"Good movement! This should be the Flying Goose Footwork of the Yandang Sect!" White Fox said softly.

Mo Li still looked straight ahead, his figure motionless.

Suddenly, a soft sword with fingers wrapped around it fell from the sky, stabbing at the top of Mo Li's head in the courtyard. The sword suddenly turned and flew diagonally, slashing towards Mo Li's shoulder.

"What kind of sword technique is this? Is it as erratic as his body technique?" Long Er asked.

Shi Feng replied, "This is called the Three-fold Sword Technique. It is a unique skill in Yandang Mountain. The sword can bend and change three times in the middle, making it difficult to guard against it.

Although the number of Yandang Mountain swordsmanship is not as good as that of Taishan Sword School and Lingxiao Sword School, it is both powerful and strange, and its style is the most changeable. "

White Fox praised, "This Young Master Lan is a smart man. He knows that there is a huge gap between his skills and Mo Li's, and he doesn't want to make the same mistake as Yun Chengfeng, so he stays far away from each other.

If Mo Li tried to parry, it was just one move. And based on Lan Shaoyu's Flying Goose Step, as long as he can dodge ten moves, Guanhu will belong to the Yandang Sect. "

Shi Feng smiled slightly, "His idea is good, but Mr. Mo is not a fuel-efficient lamp..."

While the three of them were discussing in the black turtle bones, Mo Li ignored Lan Shaoyu's tentative feints. He raised his arms and a stream of green smoke came out of the wooden box.

However, this time the green smoke did not turn into a Skanda pestle, but instead condensed into flying knives with three-inch-long blades, densely arranged, and it seemed that there were two to three hundred in number.

Mo Li let out a clear whistle and slashed down with his right palm. The flying knife started from the outside, the blade fell like rain, and shot towards Lan Shaoyu.

Lan Shaoyu wielded the soft sword around his fingers and hit the flying knives. At the same time, his footwork kept changing, hoping that the opponent would not be able to figure out his position.