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Mo Ying Qingfeng was like an arrow leaving the string, suddenly attacking everyone, people and swords whizzing past, as fast as thunder.

Everyone stepped forward to resist from the left and right sides, but were pushed back without exception.

Ying Longxiao was half as fast as him and could barely dodge his chops. He just missed the tip of the sword, which was as sharp as clay, and he couldn't help but feel the cold sweat on his palms.

wrong!

Suddenly, a suspicion exploded in Ying Longxiao's mind, causing him to cautiously stare at the noisy aura on Mo Ying Qingfeng's body, and insisted that this was not a pure Qi refining realm.

When Mo Ying Qingfeng first showed off his skills, he was ordinary and there was no aura surrounding his body. His cultivation level was at the middle stage of the body refining realm. However, with the blessing of that weird formation, his strength suddenly increased sharply, and there were still signs of symptoms all over his body. Surrounded by the breath of wind and waves.

This is a unique sign of the Qi Refining Realm, but some Huajin masters can also briefly enter this realm under the stimulation of certain mental methods and external forces.

After figuring out the reason, Ying Longxiao felt confident.

When Mo Ying Qingfeng attacked for the second time, he rushed out decisively and stopped him with an extremely powerful Moon Slash.

Since it was wielded with a cold wind dagger, Yue Zhan's attack range was reduced, but its speed was faster.

Mo Ying Qingfeng was caught off guard and hurriedly responded, but only managed to block the first two blows.

In the end, under Ying Longxiao's series of Moon Slash attacks, Mo Ying Qingfeng received a Full Moon Slash from the front, screaming in pain and retreating three meters away.

Critical hit! 426!

The damage is almost frightening.

Coupled with the damage caused by the Waning Moon Slash and the Half Moon Slash, Mo Ying Qingfeng was reduced to residual blood on the spot. With a bottle of red potion and the blessing of a priest behind him, Mo Ying Qingfeng was able to lift the blood back with difficulty.

Afterwards, Mo Ying Qingfeng covered the wound and gasped: "Yue Zhan? Are you a swordsman?"

There was a bit of surprise in his eyes.

Obviously, he always thought that Ying Long Xiao who was holding a dagger was an assassin, and he was so fast, so he should be an assassin.

Ying Long Xiao said nothing.

Mo Ying Qingfeng shook her head quickly and violently, falling into self-doubt: "No! If you are a swordsman, how come you are so fast?"

In reply, Ying Longxiao called out with "Charge + Breeze Sweep". This is the swordsman's signature skill. Once the sword move is made, all questions will be answered.

Mo Ying Qingfeng couldn't believe it. His arm was cut by Qingfeng, and blood flowed loudly.

After a brief period of self-doubt, he became angry and said: "Damn it!"

In an instant, both sides used their own skills and started a fierce fight. Mo Ying Qingfeng's moves were more arrogant and extremely destructive, and coupled with the blessing of the restless aura, basically wherever the long sword struck, there was dust and chaos.

Ying Longxiao's body is more flexible, constantly moving between houses and trees, performing various elegant blocks, somersaults, retreats and dodge dives.

If he found a flaw, he would take the initiative and use a sharp cold wind dagger to stab Mo Ying Qingfeng's heart or throat.

Mo Ying Qingfeng's Qi refining state did not last long. As his physical strength declined, the aura on his body gradually calmed down.

Ying Long Xiao took advantage of the victory and pursued him. A cloud-stepping skill suddenly approached him like a ghost and stabbed him in the chest and shoulder. The damage was not particularly high, but it successfully weakened him.

Under the severe pain, Mo Yingqingfeng was blinded by anger and fought back randomly, causing himself to be hit by Ying Longxiao's Falling Goose Palm again, and was knocked back twenty steps.

Finally, he held his stomach with difficulty and vomited blood.

The battle is not over yet, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that Ying Long Xiao has won.

On the other side, with the joint efforts of Shenmeng and Yun Zhige, the other members of Moying Guild were also pushed back.

The situation became clear in an instant, and everyone cheered. Everyone was arguing with each other, and the situation exploded. They were especially full of praise for Long Xiao's gorgeous skills.

Even Li Qingying and Yun Feiyang, who had always been serious, could not suppress their inner excitement at this moment. They opened their eyes slightly, showing a bit of surprise and imperceptible admiration.

Mo Ying Qingfeng blushed and wanted to pounce on Ying Long Xiao again.

However, now that he has lost the blessing of that aura, he can no longer pose much of a threat to Long Xiao.

Ying Longxiao decisively raised his chest and faced Mo Ying Qingfeng's attack. When the opponent's long sword fell, a layer of golden light suddenly appeared all over his body, knocking back the long sword in his hand and his whole body.

The people from Mo Ying's Guild were shocked on the spot. They hurriedly stepped forward to catch Mo Ying Qingfeng, and shouted "Guild President" in unison in a hurry, with a hint of helplessness in their expressions.

With the help of the brothers, Mo Ying Qingfeng did not fall to the ground, stabilized his body, gritted his teeth and said in shock: "Golden Bell Cover?"

Ying Longxiao brushed the dust off his shoulders with his hands and responded with a soft hum, with an understated expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Previously, Mo Ying Qingfeng had half-stepped into the Qi Refining Realm with the help of formations, so Ying Longxiao did not dare to confront him head-on and could only rely on his body skills to continuously consume him.

Now that Mo Ying Qingfeng no longer has the strength of the Qi Refining Realm, Ying Long Xiao dares to use his golden bell boldly.

Mo Ying Qingfeng confronted him and asked: "Although my skills are not outstanding, there are few people among my peers who can be as fast as me. Who are you?"

Ying Longxiao smiled as if he was telling a riddle: "Among my peers? No wonder."

Phoenix Mountain is an important birthplace of Southern Martial Arts and the ancestral mountain respected by Southern Martial Arts practitioners.

Under this consensus, the Southern Martial Arts was ranked according to seniority, and the members of each sect had an order of seniority.

The Tayun Sect, where Ying Longxiao was born, is the number one sect among the four sects and eight major sects in Phoenix Mountain. The inheritance within the sect is rigorous, and only three generations have emerged in the past hundred years.

This resulted in Ying Longxiao having a very high seniority in the southern martial arts world. Many people who were older than him and had even become leaders would probably have to call him uncle in front of him if they really wanted to be serious.

Mo Ying Qingfeng snorted coldly: "Okay, I admit defeat today, but mountains and rivers meet each other, and it won't be long before we meet again!"

After saying that, he raised his arms and left with the people.

"Want to leave? Is it that easy?" Feng Wuji roared, even if he was seriously injured, he still waved his ax and went up to pursue him.

At this time, a young ranger named Mo Ying Qiufeng from Mo Ying Guild turned around and saw that his name was one of the four generals of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter in Mo Ying Guild, which could be compared to Feng Wuji's existence.

I saw him very neatly taking out a red feather arrow, putting it on the long bow, and pulling a full string. Surprisingly, he was not aiming at Feng Wuji or anyone on the ground, but at the sky.

At this time, Li Qingyun and his party had successfully survived the First Tribulation of the Long Han Dynasty and were slowly falling back to the earth. Unexpectedly, they had become Mo Ying Qiufeng's easy target.

Mo Ying Qiufeng showed a sly smile and said: "This arrow is a farewell gift to you!"

A moment later, the feather arrow looked like a shooting star, piercing the sky.