"Isn't this Murong Qiuyu from the Murong family in Tianfang Suge? One of the Seven Heroes of Dongsu has been confirmed as one of the ten generals. Why is he still challenging? Wait! Master Fenxin, one of the four great masters of Qinglong, is not from the Mo family.

Mo Shaoqing? Isn’t it said that Mo Shaoqing got carried away while practicing and was seriously injured? He has already given up on competing for the top ten generals, what else is he challenging the opponent for?”

"What you are saying is wrong. I heard that it was because Young Master Fenxin of the Mo family was afraid of losing too badly, so he deliberately injured himself and quit the Sword Club. This Young Master Fenxin was just a show-off, and was promoted by the Mo family's big name.

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Murong Qiuyu's challenge immediately aroused the excitement in the entire venue. Some people were surprised, some were contemptuous, some were gloating about the misfortune, and a few people's eyes flickered, implying inexplicable deep meaning.

In the main hall of Qinglong, a middle-aged man in flame-patterned clothes looked angrily at an old man in black not far away, his eyes flashing with fire: "Venerable Xuanshui, is this too much?"

The old man in black yelled: "Master Fenling, don't get me wrong. This is just a joke of the juniors, and I don't know anything about it. How about this, I call him back. This kid is really fooling around. Shaoqing is seriously injured."

How can you fight with a sword if you can't even lift the sword?"

"You!" Lord Burning Spirit Sword snapped and broke the armrest of the throne made of fourth-order spiritual jade beneath him; "You are so shameless!"

Venerable Xuanshui's face darkened: "Venerable Fenling, be careful what you say! Seeing that your junior was seriously injured, I kindly resolved this fight. If you are unwilling, just pretend that I didn't say anything!"

Venerable Fen Ling was almost furious. He had never seen such a shameless person, and he was also a distinguished Sword Heart Venerable!

Many of the Venerable Jianxin frowned slightly. Venerable Xuanshui's actions really made them unable to stand it. Among the crowd, a graceful and elegant old man in Xuanyi flashed an imperceptible smile in his eyes, and followed

The reactions of others were completely opposite and seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"Okay! Very good!" Venerable Fenling took a deep breath and suddenly looked at the old man in Xuanyi: "Qian Xuanzong! Is this the work of your Qian family?"

The old man in Xuanyi looked calm: "Fellow Taoist Fenling, don't talk nonsense! This is a matter between the juniors. The juniors are young and energetic, and they are more competitive. That kid Shaoqing is seriously ill now. If he can't fight, forget it.

It’s just a game, why bother insisting too much.”

Venerable Fenling's eyes lingered fiercely on Venerable Xuanshui and the old man Xuanyi, and suddenly he sneered: "What a good method! That's good! I will do whatever you want!"

At this moment, a strange voice came from an auxiliary hall below.

"The dignified Young Master Fen Xin of the Mo family doesn't dare to go out to fight? It's too inferior. He is the first family under the sixth level of Qinglong. I think the last one is pretty much the same."

In the auxiliary hall, Mo Shaoqing's pretty face turned pale and her eyes fell to the sickly young man sitting next to him, who was pale and skinny.

"elder brother!"

An abnormal blood halo rose up on the sickly young man's pale face, but it was quickly suppressed. He raised his hand to stop the girl from continuing. Then he slowly stood up, with the veins on the back of his hand holding the armrest exposed.

His shaky appearance made people wonder if he could still walk.

Following the movements of the sickly young man, the surrounding spirit sword masters couldn't help but hold their breath, watching closely the sickly young man's every move.

Finally, the sick young man stood up and said in a slow and slightly hoarse voice: "Since Mr. Qiu is interested, how can I not accompany you for a while?"

"Haha, I'd like to thank Mr. Fen Xin first." Murong Qiuyu laughed, with a free and natural expression, not feeling ashamed at all for challenging a seriously ill person.

Many spirit sword masters in the field couldn't help but show disdain, but no one came forward, after all, they couldn't get involved in a conflict of that level.

A ball of flame suddenly ignited from Mo Shaoqing's feet, and then suddenly turned into a fire lotus, completely covering his body, and then the ball of flame suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, a spark appeared on the sword platform without warning, and then quickly expanded to the surroundings, turning into a huge flame in the blink of an eye. When the flame disappeared, a figure had appeared on the spot.

"Teng Yan Fei Mang!" Murong Qiuyu groaned and subconsciously took a small step back.

"You take action, cough cough." The sick young man put his hand to his mouth and coughed twice.

Contempt, naked contempt! Murong Qiuyu took a few breaths before suppressing the resentment in his heart without showing it on his face. He drew the spiritual sword: "You're welcome, Qing Shao, take a look at this gesture.

How about a steady rain?"

A burst of water-attribute sword energy burst out from the body, and the sword energy spread out like rain. It seemed like a continuous drizzle fell on the entire sword platform. In just an instant, the "rain" all over the sky enveloped the sick young man.

Go in...

"Are you satisfied?" Venerable Fenling almost spat out these words through his teeth, his eyes wishing to swallow Murong Xuanshui and Qian Tianzong alive!

Venerable Xuan Shui frowned slightly, but Qian Xuanzong still looked calm and indifferent, as if he had nothing to do with him.

On the sword platform, a burst of blazing flames rose into the sky, breaking through the continuous rain curtain, like a bright sun in the sky. It was the strongest sword style in the Burning Sky Sword Technique - Destroying the Sun and Burning the Sky!

The powerful Burning Sky Sword Intention swept out with the overbearing will to destroy everything, and actually disintegrated Murong Qiuyu's sword force in an instant. The fierce sword force turned into a sun-destroying flame dragon and roared towards Murong Qiuyu.

Murong Qiuyu's face changed wildly, and she almost cursed her in her heart. Does this look like a person whose soul has been severely injured and has not yet recovered? It was just like this in its heyday, right? But now it has become a difficult situation to get out of, and it can only be tough to hold on.

The 90% level of Falling Rain Sword Intent was released without reservation. The sword force suddenly turned violent, the drizzle turned into heavy rain, and gathered into a mighty sword force like a torrential river to meet Mo Shaoqing's Burning Heaven Sword Force.

The fierce collision of the two powerful swords immediately showed a conflict, and it seemed impossible to tell the winner in a short period of time. However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is not much difference between the two in terms of cultivation and swordsmanship.

However, Mo Shaoqing was much better than Murong Qiuyu in terms of sword power. It was just that Mo Shaoqing's stamina was a bit lacking, so he could barely manage to be evenly matched.

"What a waste! What bullshit Dongsu Seven Heroes can't even deal with a half-crippled person!" A young man said with an ugly face as he pressed the jade cup in his hand hard on the jade table.

"Young Master Yan, don't worry. Mo Shaoqing forcibly comprehended the sword soul and his soul was hurt by the sword's backlash. Forcing someone to do this will only aggravate the injury. It is very likely that he will cut off his own foundation, and then he will really become a useless person." Mei.

Yutang smiled.

"Huh! This is the best. Today, Master Ben will make this Mo Shaoqing not like this! Let his Mo family's reputation be disgraced!" The young man seemed to have remembered something unbearable in the past, his eyes filled with sinisterness.

On the other side, Ye Xingchen showed some regret on his face: "It's a pity. If this kid wasn't injured, he could be an opponent."

"Young Master Chen is so humble." Qian Tiancai said calmly.

"Haha, I don't know how to be humble. Mo Shaoqing does have some qualifications, but he is too straightforward and doesn't know how to adapt. I hope I can teach him a lesson this time." Ye Xingchen smiled freely.

Qian Tiancai's eyes twitched twice, as if Mo Shaoqing's situation today has nothing to do with you.

As he spoke, the situation in the field suddenly changed. After the continuous collisions, an abnormal blush suddenly appeared on Mo Shaoqing's pale face. His breath was stagnant, and the sword stance he had just completed in his hand was abandoned halfway.

Murong Qiuyu's expression was filled with joy, and she pretended to be generous and did not pursue him: "Young Master, it seems that it is not convenient for you to fight today, so you should admit defeat."

Mo Shaoqing snorted: "Stop talking nonsense, let's fight if we want!"

Murong Qiuyu's face showed a look of regret, and she said through her spiritual sense: "Young Master Qing, actually I really don't want to be your enemy, but things are unpredictable, it's such a pity..."

"Stop being such a mother-in-law. Don't you want my reputation to be tarnished? It depends on whether you have that ability!"

Mo Shaoqing shouted sharply, and his blood-congested face was suddenly covered with a layer of red. Not only his face, but also his exposed skin was covered with an abnormal layer of fiery red. At the same time, a terrifying aura came from

Mo Shaoqing's body gushed out.

Murong Qiuyu's face was startled at first, and then turned pale: "What are you going to do? Are you crazy?"

Mo Shaoqing sighed and smiled, his expression a bit sad, the red color under his skin became more and more vivid, as if a layer of violent flames was burning underneath!

There was no trace of humanity on Murong Qiuyu's face, and she shouted anxiously: "Madman! Stop! Stop! I give up!"

"late……"

Mo Shaoqing tried his best to spit out two words, which seemed to be relief. His expression was particularly peaceful, and then a layer of mysterious blood-like flames spit out from the pores of his body, like a blooming blood lotus.

"Purifying Blood Red Lotus! Burn with the world!"

In the main hall, the faces of dozens of high-ranking venerables also changed color.

"Qinger!"

Venerable Fen Ling ignored the rules of the venue and took action directly. He appeared on the sword platform in a flash. He pointed like a sword and pointed it at the center of Mo Shaoqing's eyebrows. A sign of something just emerged from Mo Shaoqing's body.

The blood flames were immediately suppressed.

However, although the blood flames were gone, Mo Shaoqing's whole body was as red as flames, like boiled shrimps. The terrifying aura of destruction did not dissipate, but became even more violent because of being suppressed.

"Qing'er! Are you crazy?" Venerable Fenling lifted Mo Shaoqing's body up, his face full of heartache.

Mo Shaoqing's spirit was already a little blurry. He forced himself to smile and said: "Grandpa Taizu, Qing'er is not crazy. Qing'er is just safeguarding the dignity of the Mo family and wants to die in a worthwhile way..."

"Confused! Our Mo family has not reached the point where you, the younger generation, have to sacrifice for the family! Rest peacefully."

Mo Shaoqing was surrounded by a vast sea-like wave of soul power, and slowly closed his eyes. However, he was still tortured by huge pain in his sleep, his eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and he twitched from time to time.

After dealing with Mo Shaoqing's matter, Venerable Burning Ling cast his burning eyes fiercely at Murong Qiuyu.

Poor Murong Qiuyu had just escaped from death, but now he was forced by the mental coercion of the strong swordsman. He almost suffered a mental breakdown and staggered backwards.

"Humph!" A cold snort came from the main hall, and Venerable Xuan Shui's voice came from afar: "The Mo family is so majestic. The majestic Venerable Jian Xin actually forced a junior Jian Yuan."

Venerable Fenling snorted angrily and flew back to the main hall with Mo Shaoqing in his arms.

Murong Qiuyu's body went limp and he almost collapsed to the ground, and the clothes on his body were completely soaked with sweat. In just a short period of time, he had already walked through the gate of hell twice. If he were an ordinary person, he might not be able to stand up at all.

Carefully wiping the sweat from his forehead, Murong Qiuyu forced himself to smile dryly: "The Mo family's swordsmanship is really extraordinary. I wonder if any of my friends are here to teach me?"

The whole place was silent. People who were stronger than him naturally didn't bother to fight with him again, and others would not go up to find it unhappy. He was just finding a way out for himself.

"Since I have no friends willing to give me advice, I will leave the show."

Murong Qiuyu smiled dryly, bowed his hands in all directions, and was about to leave.

But at this moment, a violent aura suddenly erupted from an auxiliary hall in the middle, and then a golden lightning shot out and crashed on the sword platform. The fine lightning turned into golden snakes and ran along the sword.

The stage moved in all directions, and a destructive aura of destruction filled the entire place.

The smile on Murong Qiuyu's face faltered, and she was frightened by the violent momentum and took half a step back before looking at the person coming.

"Who are you?"

Murong Qiuyu was a little surprised. In front of him was a completely unfamiliar young man. His long golden hair was dancing like an electric snake, his golden pupils were flashing with lightning, and his whole body seemed to be pregnant with terrifying thunder!

"Haotianfu Wenmo!"
Chapter completed!