MTL - Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil-Chapter 128 12.6

Mo Yu and Zou Yuming are both rumors and disciples of Chih-Hsuan, and they are the genius of the single-rooted roots. The strength is natural and extraordinary. The first few games have hit the opponents with little effort, and the hands are extremely hot. If those disciples did not open their mouths in time, they would die directly on the platform.

The disciples standing on the side of the stage showed the look of daring and daring, and even a few peaks were quite vocal.

"Zongmen is better than life and death. He didn't make mistakes. He didn't have to punish him. If the sect is not so strict, how can he improve the cultivation of his disciples, so that they will not fall into others when they travel abroad? Hands." Akasaka is a faint smile.

Several peaks are subject to the rules of the door and can only remain silent.

Song Yufei was the late Jin Dan, and it was considered the highest among the disciples. Therefore, it was very easy to win. Because the foundation is shallow and not suitable for Master, he does not dare to act, and only forced his opponent to step down. It has caused many people to change greatly.

Zhou Yunxuan was in the air, only standing next to the elders of the elders, watching the play, seems to be waiting for the last battle. His behavior with ease has led to many disciples' criticisms.

"There is a good teacher who is really cheap. You and I are fighting for the last fight. If you stand there comfortably, you can enter the last ten people." A disciple sneered.

"If you don't do this, how can he compare with others? He wears a magic weapon that covers the cultivation. Although he can't see the depth, it is only ten years, and the top day is the beginning of Jindan. The foundation is very unstable. Even if it is into the ratio of ten people, I am afraid that I will send food to others. The elders are so fond of him, not helping him, but harming him." Another disciple shook his head and sighed.

Song Yufei, Mo Yu, and Zou Yuming listened to each other and laughed in their hearts.

This ratio was chosen for the last nine people after seven days and seven nights. The new one was out of the battlefield, and all the gossips disappeared before. Ten people should have decided on the top five in two or two groups, and then decided to play the top three in two or two groups, which means that they only need to play two games at most. Those who can enter the top ten are extremely powerful disciples. They have to fight for more than one game, but they have to fight for life.

However, Fang Xinghai, who has never been shot before, has to compare three games. The opponents are the most promising to enter the top three, Mo Yan, Zou Yiming, and Song Yufei. Where is it to rely on the power of the elders to cheat, but it is looking for death!

The eyes of the Jindan disciples who saw Fang Xinghai have all changed. Since this person dares to fight, it is also a bit of a skill to think about it. The strength of the disciples of the elders is very much expected.

In the eyes of the public, Mo Yufei jumped on the platform, raised the streamer sword in his hand, and pointed straight to the black man standing next to the elders.

Zhou Yun's figure flashed, and the blink of an eye appeared opposite the Mo language.

"You please please." He reached out and invited him with a gentle and courteous attitude.

Mo language is also welcome, sneer a slap in the face of a cold sword light. Her actions were too fast, and she did not even have time for Zhou Yunyi to respond to the two.

The black man who saw the body slowly tilting down, the disciples under the stage showed an expression of disbelief. Is this finished? Is the close disciple of the elders of the elders such strength?

Mo language ecstasy, waiting for a few more swords to smash the other side of Jin Dan, but see the broken body into two pieces suddenly turned into a gray-black thick fog burst, but blink of an eye, it completely shrouded than the bucket .

The feeling of relaxation of Akasaka's real person turned into a gloomy moment, and Zou Yuming and Song Yufei couldn't help but jump.

In the thick fog, Mo language can't see anything, and can only block the sword with intuition. After a while, she finally adapted to the dim environment, looking around, a figure slowly coming out of the thick fog, but it was Fang Wenguang who died for a long time. He attacked it without saying anything, and wanted to take her life. .

Mo is shocked and inexplicable but does not dare to think about it.

Zhou Yunqi stood in the fog, arms around his chest, and looked at Mo's imaginary enemy in a leisurely manner. This is one of his own creations - the foggy illusion. The mist after his refining has attached to the aura, into the body of the cultivator, and the most unfortunate secret hidden in the knowledge of God is reflected in reality.

The illusion created by other illusions can only be seen by the parties, and others are not known. However, the illusion of the fog is very different. Just as the mirage reflected by the fog can be seen by everyone, Zhou Yunyi can also see the secrets of the repairers trapped in their own fields.

It is as if they are making a movie, what they think in their hearts, what the fog can morph, and the plot responds according to their own judgments.

Mo language quickly killed Fang Wenguang, but he saw Zou Yuming coming out of the dense fog. She sneered and waved her sword. According to her delusions, Zou Yiming also quickly counterattacked.

Zhou Yunqi, standing in the sky, raised his eyebrows and had a new understanding of the goodness of Mo. It turned out that she was not only Fang Wenguang, but even Zou Yuming was very disgusted.

Mo language spent a lot of effort to kill Zou Yiming, but found that Fang Xinghai came out of the dense fog.

"Very well, do you all have to do the right thing with me? Then go to hell!" The demon that lurks in the bottom of my heart broke out completely. Mo’s language has already reddened her eyes. She threw the streamer sword into the air and turned it into the Promise. The sword array, the Fang Xinghai bombed the past, others saw only the thick fog in the sword light, the aura of the surge, they thought the battle was very intense, but where knows, this is just Mo language singing a one-man show.

She killed one imaginary enemy, and when she saw the elders coming out of the thick fog, the face finally showed a desperate look. Even if she is controlled by the demons, she knows that she is not an opponent of the elders.

Zhou Yunqi, who has always been smiling, is cold and sullen. I am so gutsy, even Lian Zong also wants to kill!

Mo said that both hands were sealed, and the streamer sword was placed in the air, which made the most powerful and powerful swordsmanship of the Promise of the Promise. However, her aura had already bottomed out, and where she could play the power of one thousandth of the sword. After a few waves of sword light crossed the thick fog, she finally could not support the half-squatting on the ground.

The elders of the elders only swept their sleeves and swept the swords light, step by step to her.

"You are a woman with a lot of inner feelings, which makes me open my eyes." The elders reached out and held the squat of Mo. Mo language wants to resist, but because of the exhaustion of spiritual power, even a finger can't move. She looked back with a humiliating look, and suddenly found that the face of the elders in the elders turned into a star-shaped, feminine and soft-faced face.

"How is it?" Mo language is stunned.

"Don't forget who you are fighting with." Zhou Yunxuan smiled, while gracefully and calmly extracted the roots of Mo's white as jade, which led to miserable words.

However, the fog has absorbed all her voices, leaving the outside world to feel nothing.

In a fierce sorrow, Zhou Yunxuan took out Mo's full root bone, and pinched it into powder in front of her face, and then inserted the five fingers into her dantian, and smashed the faint Jindan.

For the first time, Mo language realized what it means to be worse than death, but what is more difficult for her than pain is the inner despair. The root bone, Dantian, and Jindan are all destroyed, and she will become a mortal. The mortal is going to experience five cycles of life, death, and death. It is an ant-like existence! How can it be!

"I beg you to let me go! My father has a lot of treasures, he will give you what you want, as long as you will let me go!" The current Mo language is full of blood and tears. As a patriarch, she has always been high, and she has been so embarrassed.

How did this fight lose, she has only returned to the past.

"I admit defeat! I admit defeat!" She tried her best to scream and hope that the elders and the peaks would hear and take her in time. But the dense fog absorbed all her voice.

"My master is the elder of the Promise of the Promise, and there are countless treasures in your hands, and you will see your things. How did you let me go? I let go of my brother? I said earlier, how do you treat me, I will It will be imposed on you thousands of times. This evil is what you made, and you should swallow it yourself." Zhou Yunyi pinched Jin Dan in the eyes of Mo Yu, and took back the thick fog.

The disciples under the stage first felt the breath of the Promise and the Eight Swords of the Swords, and then they felt the power of the Ten Swords and Swords, and they all sighed for Fang Xinghai in their hearts. That is the most powerful sword array of the Promise of the Promise. One is hard to dissipate, let alone two bursts.

This side of the Xinghai is also a bit of a skill, can push the Mo Shishi sister to this, but the two major sword arrays out, he is afraid that it is fierce.

The sudden appearance of dense fog and the disappearance are extremely strange. However, in the blink of an eye, the stage was clear and clear, and a slender figure walked slowly, holding a group of golden dots that gradually dissipated. Another figure lay on the ground, except that the head is intact, the hands and feet are like a soft candy bar, and the shape is not twisted.

Everyone took a closer look and couldn't help but take a sigh of relief. The golden light spot is a crushed golden dan, and the person lying on the ground is the Mo singer who was taken away from the root.

The root bones, Dantian, and Jindan are all destroyed. Unless they have another chance to make a fortune, the life of Mo Zhen’s sister-in-law is over.

Looking at the man in black, after experiencing such fierce fighting, he said that even the hair is not messy, his strength is really unfathomable, and the means are too sinister.

The expression of Akasaka’s real person is replaced by fury. His guilty tumbling, the gods swayed, and the thick murder blew from the bottom of his eyes.

However, a more powerful **** will be shrouded in the fight, and the thin and thin body will be wrapped in layers, and the dripping water will not leak. Zong Yi looked at the real person of Akasaka and spoke slowly. "A decade ago, your daughter destroyed my roots and Dan Tian and shot him down into the abyss. I signed the life and death with her. Equally reported on the big ratio, did your father and daughter have not forgotten?"

The voices of the elders of the elders are completely immortal, and they are also called the disciples. It turns out that there is still this inside story, it is no wonder that Fang Xinghai is as heavy as he is, and it is also a Mo language!

At the beginning, because of the selfishness of Akasaka, only the death of Fang Wenguang was announced, and the daughter’s murder of Fang Xinghai was smashed. Zongtang did not care about him and waited for this day.

The brows of the main peaks of each peak are loosened, and the resentment of the other star and the pity of Mo language are all dissipated. The person who cultivated the truth is most afraid of causing cause and effect. In the case of Mo, the reason for this evil should be reported today.

Several other elders in the past intended to speak in Mo language, and they were silent when they heard this.

The real life of Akasaka changed a little. After a while, he finally recovered calmly. He smiled bitterly. "The younger generations have never forgotten. Today, I lost my heart and convinced me." Seeing the elders of the elders recover the gods, he immediately waved his hands and took the daughter away. .

Dabe continued, and Zou Yuming, who stood behind the real person of Akasaka, whispered his teeth. "The teacher is stunned. After a while, he will avenge the sister."

It’s hard to see that Akasaka’s real person’s eyes are closed.

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After Song Yufei retired to the crowd, he asked with horror. "Fairy, can you see what happened in the fog?" His gods even couldn't wear a thin layer of fog barriers. It was a strange quirk.

Zongtang once warned that a woman who is a stunning woman should not use her gods to spy on Fang Xinghai, otherwise she would have to fly away. This is not an alarmist. The woman knows that Zongtang has that strength. Therefore, she has been quietly hiding in Yuhuan. She heard Song Yufei’s questioning and cold voice. "But the Jindan period is more than I am."

The woman is a mysterious man, and I don’t know how many people in this world are taller than others. Naturally, I will not put a few children in the Golden Age. Song Yufei believes that it is true, no longer ask, the other party's jealousy is deeper.

I thought that he would be hurt if he had a war, but he only observed his appearance as unscathed, and even the spiritual power was not consumed. What magic weapon did he use?

Song Yufei immediately sneered, and when it comes to magic weapon, he is not lacking, and it is higher than the other.

After going up to the two groups of disciples, the battle scene was very fierce, much better than the starry sea that could not be broken. Zou Yuming carefully wiped his own sword of life, while sweeping Fang Xinghai with an eye knife, and his body was full of vigour.

Zhou Yunxuan did not even give him a corner of his eyes. He stared at the black line and did not stop using his handkerchief to wipe his ancestors.

"What are you doing?" He whispered his voice.

"Dirty." Zong Yi spread his palm and burned his handkerchief.

Zhou Yunxuan slightly thought about it and understood that he had pinched his chin before cooperating with the hand. How many times has it been reincarnation, and possessiveness is still so strong. He sighed in his heart, but his mouth was quietly rising.

After two rounds of fighting, Zou Yuming flew to the high platform to wait for his opponent.

Zhou Yunxi also flew to the body and made a gesture of 'you please first'.

Zou Yuming and Mo Yu are the brothers and sisters of the same door. If they don’t say anything, they will attack the sword. Zhou Yun's figure disappeared from reality and disappeared instantly in the dense fog that burst.

This is another trick, is it over? How does Fang Xinghai always hide his head and tail? The disciples under the stage have sighed. However, if they know that Fang Xinghai is a foggy root, they will not complain anymore. Wu Lingling monks do not use fog to make weapons, what use?

Zou Yuming’s mind is extremely determined. He does not attack like Mo’s. He stands in the dense fog and feels the atmosphere around him. A figure emerged, Fang Wenguang, who had already died. He only realized that it was a fantasy and no longer wasted spiritual power.

"Fang Xinghai, you have the ability to come out and fight with me, don't use these ghost tricks." He sneered at the void.

"That's what you want." The man's cold voice suddenly appeared behind him, causing Zou Xiaoming to spin and attack.

When his sword light swept, Fang Xinghai’s body suddenly turned into a fog and disappeared in the same place, and even a trace of breath did not stay. Zou Yuming's brows wrinkled and began to perceive that the other's exercises seemed not simple.

"Continue." Zhou Yunqi's hand holding the dagger appeared on the side of Zou Yuming, and he easily cut his arm through a **** mouth and disappeared. The Wuling Roots are best at hiding, which is destined to attack them more aggressively than face-to-face battles.

Zou Yuming stabbed a sword and only stabbed a mist. He began to understand why the younger sisters used two large sword arrays. In the case of not finding an opponent, only the group attack can be effective, but it is extremely conspicuous.

Fang Xinghai is willing to work hard and naturally wins easily.

Zou Yuming repeatedly warned that he had to be fooled, but he always could not find out where Fang Xinghai was. He seems to be in harmony with this fog.

Zhou Yunyi played Zou Yuming very patiently, and made a wound in his neck, dantian, heart and other key points, but it was not enough to be fatal.

For Zou Yiming's violent sword repair, the most annoying thing is not that the strength is not good, but even the opponent can not find anywhere. He gradually lost his squares like Mo, and used several powerful swords.

The disciples under the fighting platform saw that Jian Jianguang constantly rushed out of the thick fog, and he could only make up his own fighting scenes. But in fact, Zou Yuming is already the end of the strong. His spiritual power was gradually exhausted, and his body was also scarred, but he did not even touch the hair of Fang Xinghai.

"You come out! Fang Xinghai, you have the ability to give me out!" Zou Yuming waved the spirit sword crazy to slash a group of mist, the eyelids covered with bloodshot.

Zhou Yunyi lost his heart and condensed the atomized body, appearing silently behind Zou Yuming. He fingers into the claws, pierced Zou Yuming's Dantian, and instantly pinched his Jindan. When making this series of actions, let alone the air float, even the spiritual power has not lost half of the points, as long as it is in the dense fog, he can come and go freely, silently.

Zou Yuming spurted blood on the ground and used his life sword to support his body. He will never stumble in the eyes of the public. He turned back and wanted to ask where Fang Xinghai was hiding. The throat that was constantly bleeding could only make a loud noise.

Once a genius monk, now it has become a waste person, even if re-cultivation, it will never reach the height that should have arrived.

Zhou Yunyi shed his blood and sighed. "You watched my brother being killed, but I only ruined you Jin Dan. You should thank my kindness. The cause and effect between us are understood."

He raised his hand and inhaled the mist into the body. He flew to the master and stood still. Song Yufei, who was hiding in the crowd, smiled slightly.

To be honest, his looks are very beautiful, handsome to the extent of the demon, the smile can almost hook the three souls and seven. However, Song Yufei did not have amazement in his eyes, but he was afraid.

The disciples of the audience clearly saw the horror of Zou Xiaoming, and then they remembered that Fang Wenguang’s death was silent. The comprehensible is most afraid of causing cause and effect, this is a living example.

The real people of Akasaka secretly suppressed their anger and ordered Zou Xiaoming to be carried away. Today, he has folded his loved one and folded his first apprentice. Even his face has been thrown away. In the future, he will become the laughing stock of the doorman. But what about it, as long as the elders do not fall, he will have no way to take Fang Xinghai.

Several peaks and other people have a new understanding of the strength of Xinghai. It’s a close disciple of the elders, and the future is boundless!

"He is the root of Wuling. He has to avoid his fog when he fights against him. Without fog, he has no support. There are very few repairers in Wulingen. I am not familiar with this practice. I can mention this here, and you pay more attention to it." The stunning woman in the jade ring suddenly opened.

Song Yufei’s eyes lit up and he nodded secretly.

Another group of Jindan disciples took the stage to fight, Taiping real people called Song Yufei to the side, slowly said, "Fang Xinghai should be the root of the fog, just leave the fog, he can not help you. But I have a sentence to remind you Nothing is too much to do." Speaking of this, he looked up at the elders.

The elders of the elders are holding a handkerchief at the moment, carefully wiping the blood between the fingers, and it is clear that only one dusty mites can be solved, but he prefers to be hands-on, showing that the other side of the sea is already hurting the bones. Offended Fang Xinghai, and ultimately offended the elders, the most feared of the real world is to play a small to the old, and the old is the first person in the world, no one can not afford.

Song Yufei nodded his head, but his heart became more and more unconvinced. He originally thought that he had a mysterious immortal protection. It was very unfortunate. I thought that this mysterious fairy would not even be defeated by the masters of the Mahayana period. It was really useless!

Well, relying on people is worse than relying on oneself. One day sooner or later, he wants all the cultivators, including the immortals of the immortal world, to kneel at their feet.

"After two fights, you can see your spiritual roots with a little vision. You must be careful." Zong Yi burned a handkerchief and said softly with his fingertips.

"Well. I still have a lot of means that I haven't used yet. Song Yufei can't help me." Zhou Yunyi's tone is brisk.

Zong Yi changed the pinch to change the grip, and inserted the fingers of the disciple into their fingers.

Zhou Yun gave him a look and went around. Fortunately, everyone was watching the fight, and the sleeves were wide and covered, so that they were not noticed. Now he does not want to expose his relationship with Zongtang.

After a few battles, Song Yufei took the thunder and took it on the stage, and looked at the subject.

Zong Yi released the apprentice and patted him on the back. "Go, don't be fun, come back soon."

Zhou Yunxuan promised to jump on the high platform and rushed Song Yufei to hand over. "You please please."

"Uncle ancestors please." Song Yufei bowed politely, and when he looked up again, he was shrouded in the dark fog.

Again! The disciples in the audience mourned in unison. There were few moments, some people guessed, "Is it back to thick fog, is it the uncle of the teacher? Is it the root of the fog?" That is the root of the waste in the single root, I heard that it can only be cultivated to gold. In the Dan period, the Song brothers seem to have been the late Jin Dan, and it is still the most powerful Lei Linggen, and the teacher Shuzu is afraid to plant it.

Song Yufei stood in the fog, his expression was not in confusion.