Immemorial Paragon

"Want to hide, can you hide?"

Seeing Quan Wenzhong's move, Mo Qingyun realized his intention and waved a sword at him again.

Years without regrets!

A sword was cut out, and the breath on Mo Qingyun's body changed subtly.

Jianmang flashed, and soon reached Quan Wenzhong's presence, and then bombarded him.

Covered by Jianmang's momentum, Quan Wenzhong found his body and actually stepped back a little.

Although this range was small, it prevented him from dodging and forced him to deal with Jianmang directly.

"Time goes backwards!"

Seeing his own situation, Quan Wenzhong's expression shuddered, panic emerged in his expression.

The more he fights with Mo Qingyun, the more he discovers that he has no ability to resist.

"I can't hide his swordmang. The best way is to attack and retreat with his life for him."

Looking at the jianman getting closer, Quan Wenzhong's complexion made a decisive decision.

Immediately, Quan Wenzhong did not evade the attack of Jianmang.

Angry flames. Tianshi shocks the sky fist!

Quan Wenzhong stepped out, his fists clenched tightly, and the divine power gathered like a storm.

At the same time, outside Quan Quanzhong's body, a thousand shadows appeared.

When Quan Wenzhong's thoughts moved, Qianzhang Xuying's fists waved and he blasted out fists to Mo Qingyun.

Suddenly, the whole demon **** stage was covered with golden fist shadows.

In the face of such a situation, Mo Qingyun did not retreat in the slightest, and could only resist the bombardment of boxing shadows.

"If you want to fight with me, you're going to miss it."

Seeing Quan Wenzhong's move, Mo Qingyun grinned, his face showing a fierce color.

When it comes to desperation, he is not afraid of anyone.

Mo Qingyun gave a cold drink, and he did not retreat, but slammed his fist shadow.

Jian Jian!

Nebula Cloth!

Thunderbolt Dragon Body!

Too good to create dark blood!

Although resisting the onset of the fist shadow, Mo Qingyun did not care, and immediately urged various defense methods.

In a short moment, Mo Qingyun's defensive ability was promoted to an extreme.

Raising his defense power, Mo Qingyun waved the Nine Cow Excalibur and slashed to Quan Wenzhong madly.

With the movement of Mo Qingyun, the Nine Cow Swords cut out sword swords and violently bombarded Quan Quanzhong.

Bang bang ...

In an instant, Jian Mang banged on Quan Wenzhong's body, leaving a few wounds.

When Jian Mang hit Quan Wenzhong, Mo Qingyun was also drowned by boxing shadows, and suffered a series of boxing bombardment.

Seeing such a scene, everyone around was stunned.

This situation greatly exceeded their expectations, and they had never thought of it.

"These two guys are crazy, they chose to fight this way."

"Fortunately, they did not provoke them, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable."

"I don't know who can fight to the end."

"It should be Quan Wenzhong, his cultivation is higher, and his physique should be stronger."

"It is estimated to be this way. It's too bad for Mo Qingyun to hit hard."

...

Calming the surprise in their hearts, everyone began to analyze the situation and agreed that Mo Qingyun would lose.

Looking at the situation on the demon god's stage, Ding Yu's expression was tense, his brows frowned slightly, and he said, "I can't think of Quan Wenzhong being so crazy. He chose this fighting method. Brother Mo's situation is not so good. I hope he doesn't want to. Something. "

In the eyes of everyone's expectations, the fighting storm slowly dissipated, revealing Mo Qingyun's figure.

I saw a quiet stand above Tianmo Shentai, lying alone on the ground.

Seeing such a scene, everyone's expressions were tense, and they wanted to see the two figures clearly.

Lean less, until they see the figure clearly, all eyes widened.

"No ... isn't it? Mo Qingyun knocked Quan Wenzhong down?"

"His physique will be so strong? Can't even the strongest in the realm of the universe?"

"It's terrible. Quan Wenzhong provokes him.

...

Everyone was amazed.

"It looks like I'm thinking too much."

Seeing the tragic situation of Quan Wenzhong, Ding Yu smiled wryly, shook his head unconsciously, and said, "Duan Nieyun's strength is far stronger than that of Quan Wenzhong. Why can't he be Brother Mo? hurt."

When Ding Yu thought about it that way, he knew he was worrying.

"Is there another way?"

Looking at Quan Wenzhong lying on the ground, Mo Qingyun smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, revealing an evil smile, and said, "If you haven't done it, it's my turn."

After Mo Qingyun's words were finished, he was flashing, and he flicked his sword to Quan Wenzhong.

A Jianmang collapsed and struck Quan Wenzhong in an instant, lifting his body up.

Quan Wenzhong's body was blown off, Mo Qingyun cut off with the sword and landed directly on the back of Quan Wenzhong.

Then, on the back of Quan Wenzhong, a sword mark appeared, and the bone was deeply visible in the wound.

"what!"

After being bombarded by Mo Qingyun, Quan Wenzhong screamed with a terrified expression.

Just waiting for him to beg for mercy, Mo Qingyun cut out with a sword and fell on his right shoulder.

Under Mo Qingyun's sword, his right arm was dropped.

Abolishing Quan Wenzhong's right arm, Mo Qingyun kept offensive and continued to attack madly.

Huh!

As soon as Mo Qingyun stepped out, he stepped on Quan Wenzhong's head and stepped him on the demon **** stage.

Quan Wenzhong's body bumped into the demon god's stage and immediately made a loud noise.

Seeing such a situation, everyone held their breath and had a strong fear of Mo Qingyun.

Looking at Quan Wenzhong at his feet, Mo Qingyun looked indifferent and said, "If you waste your two hands today, if you come to trouble me again next time, I will never spare you again."

Mo Qingyun's words fell, and his right foot was kicked, kicking Quan Wenzhong off the demon **** stage.

A kick kicked Quan Wenzhong, Mo Qingyun flickered and came to Ding Yu's side.

Saying hello to Ding Yu, Mo Qingyun left and returned to his residence.

"I urge you to put up with this tone and stop thinking of revenge."

When he came to Quan Wenzhong's body, Ding Yu showed an unbearable expression and kindly reminded him.

After Ding Yu's words were finished, he stopped staying and left from the Demon God's Terrace.

With that said, if Quan Wenzhong listens or doesn't listen, it's not his business.

"Brother Mo, Master is looking for you, follow me."

As soon as Mo Qingyun returned to his residence, he saw a young man who summoned him to meet Babelei.

This young man is called Song Jie, and is a disciple of Babelie.

"Brother Lao leads the way!"

Mo Qingyun nodded when he heard the words of the youth.

Then, Mo Qingyun went with the youth to the hall for discussion.

When Mo Qingyun arrived at the hall for discussion, Babellie and others were already waiting, and there seemed to be some important issues to discuss.

Mo Qingyun entered the hall, he saluted everyone, and found a place to sit.

Next, Mo Qingyun sat silently, listening to the conversation of Babelei and others.

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