Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 239

The visitor has white hair on the temples, a gray robe covering his body, and his old cheeks can vaguely distinguish the handsomeness of his youth.

Although old, the breath is still as vigorous as a young man.

That is.

His eyes were red and burning with anger.

He was not far away, and he rushed over when he heard the movement, but he didn't think it was still a step too late.

It was even more unexpected that the murderer was so arrogant.

"Good, very good!"

Hua Beitang's body trembled, a howling wind suddenly rose in the arena, and the biting chill penetrated directly into his mind.

"What do I want?"

"I want you to die!"

Amidst the roar, gusts of sinister wind swept across the huge courtyard, and a gray shadow crossed over ten meters in an instant.

One paw, drop.

bang...

Huge airflow volleys down.

The wind blew the ground, the ground cracked silently, and the surrounding lawns lost their vitality in a strange way.

This person's innate qi can actually plunder vitality!

Mo Qiu shrank his eyes, his heart was calm, and then his long sleeves shook, and Ge Yuan rolled up on the ground and smashed towards him.

Facing a genius, although he was not weak in words, he had already raised a warning sign in his heart.

"Go away!"

Hua Beitang roared angrily, and with a swipe of his claws, he threw Ge Yuan away, but there was nothing in front of him.

There are no figures, only a flash of light.

knife

It's Yujuluo's knife!

knife technique

It was his rampant knife!

The sword intent was rushing, the arrogance was raging, and the ferocity of the attack was more than twice as strong as Yu Juluo's attack.

Even if there are moves in the air, there is no lack of domineering meaning.

The familiar knife and the familiar knife technique made Hua Beitang's eyes blur for a moment.

next moment.

The anger in my heart could no longer be contained.

Too much deception!

"die!"

The Yinfeng Claw changes with the situation, and the claw wind howls like ghosts crying and gods howling, accompanied by gusts of Yinfeng.

The light of the knife flickered in the air, cutting out dozens of knife marks in an instant.

The light of the knife is like a net, it seems to cover one side, but in fact it is like a fish swimming in a circle, sneaking into the dark wind with extraordinary agility.

"Shua!"

"when……"

When the claws collided, both of them froze.

Hua Beitang only felt that his claws were changing, and he was restrained by others, and he couldn't fully use his exquisite moves.

It seems that halfway through punching, the strength is just vented, and the awkwardness in my heart is not enough for outsiders.

Mo Qiu felt that he had bumped into a piece of solid ice.

Different from the Xiantian who had fought before, the person's true energy was biting cold, like wisps of wind, penetrating into the flesh and meridians along the blade, making him shiver subconsciously.

If it wasn't for Heisha's real body to protect his body spontaneously and block most of the Yin Qi, he might have been eroded by the Yin wind on the spot, unable to resist.

The two passed by each other, collided more than ten times in an instant, and fell again, but no one retreated.

It seems that there is no distinction!

"What a boy!" Hua Beitang narrowed his eyes, thinking calmly:

"Wu Ding Jian, one sword determines the universe, it really lives up to its reputation."

"Thank you." Mo Qiu said coldly:

"On the contrary, Your Excellency, the innate master seems to be nothing more than that, the name is not worthy of the name."

"What a big tone." Hua Beitang snorted coldly:

"However, you can stop the old man's Yinfeng Thirteen Claws in the Houtian realm, even if you rely on Wuding swordsmanship, you are proud enough."

"pity……"

"That's it!"

The moment the word '了' blurted out, the ground sank under Hua Beitang's feet before the sound landed.

It didn't crack, it didn't shatter, it just sunk down abruptly.

In place, empty.

And his figure, like a ray of dark wind, instantly crossed several feet and appeared in front of Mo Qiu.

Silently, as fast as lightning.

With one palm, it strikes the chest.

A master like Hua Beitang will immediately understand that the Wuding Sword's moves are useless, but a limitation. Only the straight speed and strength can crush everything.

This is equivalent to giving up part of the advantage, but his cultivation base is stronger, so it doesn't matter if he gives up.

Mo Qiu only felt a chill in his heart, Wudingjian Jianli spontaneously pushed his body, holding the knife and slashing towards him.

"call……"

The wind is blowing violently, like a surging tide.

Hua Beitang stretched out twenty-three palms in an instant, palms like mountains and tides, pressing down on him brazenly.

"boom!"

With the last palm, Mo Qiu's wrist trembled, the long knife flew out of his hand, and the whole person fell back a few feet to the ground.

"Um!"

His throat rolled, and he moaned while rubbing his chest.

Hunyuanyi Qigong is really extraordinary, its true qi is calm and rapid, and it can even resist innate true qi to a certain extent.

But the cold feeling in the palm of the hand makes people have no way to hide, no way to avoid, only hard to avoid.

If it wasn't for the exquisite saber technique, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to withdraw from the battle circle.

Glancing at his right hand, in just a short moment, a bruise has spread to his elbow.

The cold breath passed by, and the arm almost lost consciousness.

"Good internal strength, good swordsmanship!" Hua Beitang praised lightly, but the movement was not slow, and then he threw himself forward:

"Listen to the voice, you are not very old. If you become innate, your future is limitless. Unfortunately, you will die today."

While speaking, he changed his palms and claws, his attack became more and more fierce, his moves were fatal, and phantoms filled the sky in an instant.

"That's not necessarily the case!" Mo Qiu's figure flickered, and he shouted suddenly.

Burn blood!

Yan Yang is really angry!

"boom!"

His breath suddenly rose.

A gust of yang and vigour emerged from his body, sweeping all directions in an instant, sweeping away the coldness.

For more than ten years, the fire dragon pendant has been worn on the body all the time, and it has never ceased to flow towards the dantian to enter the flaming yang energy.

This is the burst of full force, although it is not as agile as the innate zhenqi, but it can also instantly expel the surrounding cold.

The abnormality on the body also disappeared.

"Crazy!"

Hua Beitang's eyes widened, he didn't know what technique he had used, and the dark wind in the field began to howl again.

The whistling sound was like ghosts crying and gods howling, like thousands of people mourning, making people's minds turbulent, and hallucinations appeared involuntarily.

Congenital masters are all strong in spirit, energy and spirit. Apart from harming the body, they also have certain methods of attacking the mind.

Nothing.

Don't ask for knowledge, there are differences in the sea, but there is a stupa, and the will is firm, and it is almost immune to such offensives.

"Peng!"

"boom……"

The two fought wildly and collided, the ground cracked and the walls of the house collapsed where they passed, but in the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard was almost reduced to ruins.

Hua Beitang couldn't fight for a long time, although he was angry, he was not in a hurry.

Because he knew that although Mo Qiu was strong, he was only encouraging and supporting him, and sooner or later he couldn't hold on.

Even, the time will never be too long!

What's more, the innate zhenqi sympathizes with the inside and outside, every breath is recovering, and there is almost no possibility of exhaustion.

Afterwards, the zhenqi burst out many times, even if the cultivation technique is recovered quickly enough, how long can it persist?

"boom!"

The claw wind rises again, like a tidal wave.

Under the black robe, Mo Qiu's face was solemn, his arms trembled, as if yin and yang were spinning upwards and slashing upwards.

It is the Yin-Yang Slash in the Yin-Yang Chaos Knife!

This move, directed by Wuding sword principle, slashes through the Yin wind obliquely, and hits the opponent's forehead directly.

A fist appeared in front.

"Peng!"

The two were shocked at the same time, Mo Qiu staggered back, but Hua Beitang smiled coldly, attacking again like lightning.

This time, he wanted to kill this person in one fell swoop to avenge Ai'er.

at this time.

"Go!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came to my ears, anxious and anxious:

"Brother, there is a trap!"

Hua Beitang's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't look any further, but saw that although the opponent retreated hastily, he never slacked off on the defensive.

You clearly know that you are not an opponent, so why persist?

Didn't even mean to escape from the beginning to the end?

not good!

His heart was beating wildly, and before he had time to think too much, Hua Beitang dashed forward, lunging sideways.

"Want to go?"

"boom!"

The side wall was cracked, and a red tasseled spear came out of the hole like a poisonous dragon, pierced through the rock, and charged fiercely with its fangs.

The power and influence are strong, not weaker than him.

In the rear, several figures flew high, and when they raised their arms, dozens of hidden weapons were spread all over the place, and there was not a single weak one.

"Ha ha……"

"Hua Beitang, where do I see you fleeing this time?"

Not far away, another person came with a long roar, his body pierced through the sky like a swallow, with a point of more than ten meters below his feet.

After a few ups and downs, you will come to the front.

"Second master Fu Yu'an! The head of the Fang family, Fang Qiuxuan!"

Hua Beitang was terrified, he didn't care about anything else at the moment, shrank his body, and fled frantically into the distance.

Not to mention that the two people who came here are innate, this place is still an inner city, and it is even more difficult to escape if there is a big disturbance.

The congenital master fled for his life at an appalling speed, and he didn't know where he was going in a blink of an eye.

But hearing the rumbling and muffled noise again and again, I don't know how many people have suffered.

In the courtyard, Mo Qiu stood leaning against the wall, his body trembling slightly, and his body felt weak for a while, but fortunately, he was no longer needed at this time.

"Brother Mo!" Fu Ao jumped forward:

"We rushed over when we got the news. It just so happened that Fang Shibo came to be a guest. We came to help together. Unexpectedly, there are really talented masters. How about you?"

"It's okay." Mo Qiu waved his hand weakly:

"I can't die!"

"It's more than death." Fu Ao stared, his voice full of exclamation:

"You used your own strength to fight against an innate person. If you persist until now, the second uncle will definitely have nothing to say in the future."

In the past few years, the treatment given to Mo Qiu by the Fu family far surpassed his apparent status, which naturally aroused dissatisfaction among many people, even Fu Yu'an, who knew that he was carrying the Wuding Sword, said a few words.

"Let's not talk about this first." Mo Qiu raised his head and glanced at the ruins here:

"Let someone search here to see if there is any record about this plague."

"Plague?" Fu Ao was taken aback:

"Why, this plague is related to this group of people?"

"Um."

Mo Qiu nodded, and walked towards where Ge Xuan was, but only saw a lifeless corpse, sighed softly, and said:

"It should be someone from the Xuanyi Sect. If you can find out the details about the plague, it will be very helpful to solve it."

"Okay." Fu Ao Ying said, with a big move, let the people who came behind clean up the mess.

An hour later.

Fu Yu'an and Fang Qiuxuan returned side by side with gloomy faces.

"Unexpectedly, there will be helpers behind, and no one surnamed Hua can be left behind." Fu Yu'an's face was full of resignation, and he said:

"However, I shot him and Brother Fang slapped him. I'm afraid he won't be able to get up in the past few months."

"Hua Beitang, who is this person?" Fu Ao asked curiously.

"Hua Beitang, Miao Taoist, and Su Yanchen, a scholar with thousands of faces. They are brothers and sisters. Their origins are unknown. They make a living by buying and selling news. They are also brokers between the Adversary League and the Xuanyi Sect." Fang Qiuxuan lightly stroked his beard and said:

"These two are not too strong, but they are proficient in concealment and disguise, so they have been in trouble for so many years."

"By the way, where did that friend go?"

As he spoke, he scanned the audience, but only saw Mo Qiu who was checking the books, but not the black-robed man who possessed Wuding swordsmanship.

"Holding Hua Beitang with his cultivation in the future, why Fang has never heard of such outstanding people, your Fu family hides deep enough!"

Although his voice was smiling, there was seriousness in his eyes.

Possessing Wuding swordsmanship, acquired cultivation is nothing more than that, although it is strong, it is limited. If it becomes innate in the future, it will be truly terrifying.

The Fu family still has such a master?

"Senior was joking, that one is injured and needs rest." Fu Ao smiled awkwardly, glanced at his second uncle, and changed the subject directly:

"In addition, Hua Beitang has been impregnated with the fragrance of chasing souls from thousands of miles, and we have also found several strongholds of the Xuanyi sect here."

"Next, what should we do?"

"Huh?" The two were taken aback for a moment, and looked at each other, their expressions becoming more serious.

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