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Before the end of the round, Xiao Yichen still had a turning point, but he had no intention of fighting again. Even the world's most talented doctor could not save a person who was seeking death, so he said the Buddha's name and walked down the stone platform with Kong Wuli's frightened expression on his face.

"Daoist, it's been a long time."

"Master Jingkong." An all-white figure floated in front of Jingkong from the sky, and with a flick of the dust whisk, a breath of immortality appeared, "Why is Master Jingkong so calm?"

"Why is Dao Zun so calm?"

The two sentences were calm, and the two sides turned out to be lightning and flint. Under Jing Kong's solemn face, a burst of anger burst forth, which made people back away. On the other hand, Dao Zun had a calm face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth did not decrease but increased.

Just when Kong Wuli found a place to hide to avoid harming the fish in the pond, Dao Zun's crow mouth, which is widely circulated in martial arts, said, "Master, you are looking for a childish behavior of parents."

"Dao Zun, don't you want to take responsibility?"

"Of course I'm responsible, otherwise, I wouldn't have come either. Wow, Yunyou was doing well, but when I was stopped halfway, I heard that something happened to the shikigami I left behind to watch the house. It's really worrying, that's what The brat was hunted down by the Taoist sect, why didn't I see you go out to protect my shortcomings?"

"Quiet." Jing Kong passed the lotus flower past Dao Zun's ears with a move, and then folded his hands together, "Sin, sin."

Dao Zun stroked his white hair, his hairstyle was fine and undamaged: "Clearness, to be honest, you didn't stop that brat Xiao Yichen from committing suicide like this, where did the energy to hunt and kill all over the world go?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk believes."

"I also believe, I believe that soon, your Lingshan will pay a heavy price for this belief, and this price may make you temporarily move to Hongguang Temple. Of course, if you dislike the bad food in Hongguang Temple, you are welcome When it comes to Daomen, as for the situation of Daomen, I believe it is similar to Lingshan, and you can get used to it." Dao Zun shook his whisk again, um, something doesn't seem right.

Dao Zun grabbed the fly whisk and saw what happened to the missing half of the hair.

Jing Kong silently withdrew his sword finger and turned around: "At any rate, he went out from the Taoist gate."

"Don't talk nonsense, that pervert and I were not taught by the same master. It's useless to see what I do. It's impossible for his cheap master to come back from Xianshan to beat me up. I'm not afraid of beating me, just throw it at the Confucianism sect , that sour scholar found so many things for me, if it wasn't for Mo Die's good condition, worthy of that dead boy, I would have killed him long ago."

Dao Zun followed Qing Kong and flew to another mountain, as if he had forgotten something: "By the way, where is Kong Wuli?"

"do not worry about it."

"Kong Wuli, I mean I heard about it a few days ago"

Sometimes, Jing Kong feels that his practice is not enough, otherwise, why would he have an urge to kill when he sees Dao Zun.

Thirty miles to the east of Fulong Mountain, the royal hunting ground is hidden on the green cliff, with a very good view. Here, you can see the hidden dragon veins on Fulong Mountain.

"I've always wondered why your lord would set up a hunting ground in such a place where no bird shits. Wugou Yunlian, we meet again." An arrogant and domineering internal force came, and the surrounding leaves moved automatically without wind.

"Mo Wentian." With three simple words, Xiao Yichen, who was standing on the cliff, exhausted all his anger output, and at the same time, his sanity was still not on the line.

"You don't need to be so loud, I heard you." Mo Wentian, dressed in a gorgeous Taoist robe, appeared in sight, and Shiyu followed behind him, holding a long sword.

Today's atmosphere is very unusual, so unusual that Mo Wentian specially changed into a strong and gorgeous whisk to go out.

"This is?" Shiyu looked at the long silver-white hair floating in the air. The person in front of him was still the martial arts sage, Wugou Yunlian, but there was something different.

"One night with white hair, Xiao Yichen, your cultivation is only this way." Mo Wentian took the long sword in Shiyuyao's hand, "Or, you are going to have a showdown here."

Xiao Yichen was dressed in white without any decorations. He let his silver-white hair be disheveled, and calmly looked at Mo Wentian and the sword in his hand: "Zang Feng."

"Exactly, Qin Soul and Sword Soul have been fighting for a lifetime, and I never thought that after death, the relics of both sides can still be victorious." Mo Wentian took out a challenge letter, "It's rare to see you challenge, if you want to find someone to vent, the consequences are your own bear."

"I've never written a challenge letter, and you shouldn't be here." Xiao Yichen turned around coolly, not looking at Mo Wentian.

"There's never been a place Mo Wentian can't go to, Xiao Yichen, your behavior is irritating me." Mo Wentian's anger value increased by a few percentage points, and he successfully suppressed his extremely low IQ due to gloating. Low.

"You really want to fight Xiao Mou?" Xiao Yichen turned around, with a murderous look on his face, not like his usual gentleness.

"Beating you is the only way to prove that Mo Wentian is truly number one."

"That's a pity, you're going to be disappointed." Xiao Yichen raised the whisk, and with his inner strength mobilized, the whisk turned into a sword in the light, "Mo Wentian, you stepped over that line."

"Your bottom line has always been my doubt." Mo Wentian was in a hurry. He had never seen a letter of challenge to invite someone to come here, and he opened his mouth to curse at them. He really thought that Mo Wentian would lose his temper after retiring, right?

"This sword is called 'Longyuan'." After the words fell, the sword energy came out.

The two surges of sword energy moved at the same time, stirring up the clouds in the nine heavens, causing the sky to shatter and the earth to shatter in an instant, flying sand and rocks.

Long Yuan sword moves lightly and mysteriously, moves key points, attacks, spares no effort, defends, and has no flaws; on the other hand, Zang Feng, the sword front is arrogant and domineering, the moves are entrained with strong internal force, and the flow of sword air is changeable, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false, and overwhelming .

The moves of the two sides are the same as those of Taoism, but they are very different. Thousands of moves are integrated into one. There is no recruiting and there is no move.

The two great masters in the world exchanged moves, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of moves were passed. Xiao Yichen didn't know his purpose, he was angry, and he didn't have the same tricks as in the past.

A few days ago, there was still room for the two to fight in the air, but today is a decisive battle of life and death.

With similar foundations, similar moves, equally strong internal strength, equally peerless weapons, and poor understanding of each other, the two were originally evenly matched, and even after ten days and ten nights they could not tell the winner.

When Mo Wentian accepted the move, he felt that the opponent's strength was weak and his internal energy was not flowing smoothly. It should be due to the unhealed injury, but is Mo Wentian the kind of person who takes advantage of others' danger? Of course he is.

A wise man doesn't fight with reason or heaven. It's a once-in-a-hundred-year opportunity. Mo Wentian's mind is broken, so he will let go, so he made a feint and attacked Xiao Yichen's back. Wentian spun his wrist sharply and hit Qihai directly.

At the same time that Zang Feng stabbed into Xiao Yichen's chest, Long Yuan stabbed into Mo Wentian's left chest from behind.