Immemorial Paragon

"Did I read that right? Mo Qingyun defeated the air dye in one blow?"

"It's only been a month, and the gap between Mo Qingyun and Kong Ran has grown so wide."

"This is not the key, the key is not knowing whether Mo Qingyun is using his full strength."

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Watching the battle between Mo Qingyun and the two, everyone was talking in a chatter.

Under the shocking eyes of everyone, Mo Qingyun shook his head in disappointment, looking at the embarrassing air dye, and said, "I can't see you for a month, but the gap between you and me has become so big. It really disappoints me."

"I thought that you could be my sparring, but now it looks like I can't even warm up with you."

Listening to Mo Qingyun's words, Kongran's complexion immediately became iron blue.

Mo Qingyun's words were really humiliating.

Just making him more angry, he couldn't even refute.

In the confrontation just before, he was indeed vulnerable.

"Mo Qingyun, don't be too proud, you're just getting the upper hand."

Koran shook the sword in the handshake, forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart, and said, "This account, I have written it down. When I break through the realm of Taoism, I will slowly count with you."

Kong Ran's words fell, and he wanted to turn away and not want to fight Mo Qingyun anymore.

He is very clear that continuing to fight with Mo Qingyun will only make him more shameful and hurt more.

When seeing Kongran leaving, Mo Qingyun snorted softly and said, "I just want to leave if I can't fight, then there is such a good thing, I will give you the light of the Holy Glory, and I will not embarrass you anymore."

Mo Qingyun's words fell, and he was a flash of shadow, chasing up towards Kongran.

Stepping on the ten-winged magical flying horse, Mo Qingyun's figure flickered several times, and he chased behind Kuangran.

Seeing Mo Qingyun approaching, Kong Ran was pale and hurried to take out a blood sword to urge.

Kong Ran urged the Blood Sword, and the Blood Sword turned into a light, covering him.

Then, Kuangran turned into a blood light, and went deep into the jihad continent.

"It's not easy to run away. Take a picture of me!"

Watching Kong Ran's move, Mo Qingyun's face sank, and he grabbed him in the palm of his hand.

When Mo Qingyun came out of the palm of his hand, a horrible divine power turned into a palm shadow and grabbed it towards Kongran's body.

The palm shadow touched the air dye, which was a violent tear, dragging a ray of light.

This is the light of the holy light of the air dye!

"It's only a half tear. It's a pity."

Looking at the light group in his hand, Mo Qingyun sighed and felt a little disappointed.

Originally, he thought that he was directly facing the light of the holy glory of the air dye and let him leave the jihad continent directly.

It seems that this idea is unrealistic.

Mo Qingyun whispered a few words to himself, and he merged the light of the Holy Light into the light of his own light.

Then, the radiance of the Holy Light on him immediately became much stronger.

"In this way, the light of the Holy Light on me can last for an additional day and a half."

Looking at the light of Shengyao on his body, Mo Qingyun looked at Jiao Qingxi, his expression gradually became indifferent, and said, "This girl has repeatedly targeted Linglong, and it is time to teach her a little lesson."

Mo Qingyun thought of it this way, he was a figure, and came outside the battle circle of several people in Jiao Qingxi.

The arrival of Mo Qingyun scared Jiao Qingxi's expression, and his face became pale.

His strength is a bit inferior to that of Kongzi, and he can barely deal with her.

With the cooperation of Kong Ziyan and Qian Linglong, she already had some weaknesses.

If Mo Qingyun joins again, she will only be crushed.

Watching the battle between the three daughters of Jiao Qingxi, Mo Qingyun didn't rush to take the shot, and said coldly, "I give you a chance to give up one-third of the Holy Light, I will not pursue it anymore."

Hearing Mo Qingyun's words, Jiao Qingxi's pretty face trembled, revealing a strong unwillingness.

Turning in one-third of the Holy Light, her time on the jihadist continent is equivalent to two days remaining.

This is undoubtedly extremely disadvantageous for her treasure hunt.

"Don't think!"

Jiao Qingxi hummed and rejected Mo Qingyun's proposal.

Seeing Jiao Qingxi's attitude, Mo Qingyun stopped talking nonsense and said, "Since my kindness, you don't want to receive it, I have to do it myself, to capture the light of your holy glory."

Mo Qingyun's words fell, he just blasted out, focused on Qingxi and launched an attack.

Then, a terrifying divine power blasted out from Mo Qingyun's palm.

The divine power burst and merged the thin lines of the law, turning into a huge thunder dragon, rolling down towards Jiao Qingxi.

In a blink of an eye, Lei Long approached, waving his claws to Jiao Qingxi.

Looking at the oncoming Lei Long, Jiao Qingxi's pretty face trembled and panicked, "Mo Qingyun, are you a man, you actually do something to a woman."

Mo Qingyun smirked when she heard this girl from Jiao Qingxi, saying, "Jiao Qingxi, this kind of low-level radical action, you don't want to take it out to shame."

"In the face of a woman like you, I dare not show mercy, otherwise I may not even have the bones."

Mo Qingyun responded, and he stopped saying that the offensive in his hand was a little bit worse.

The shadow of the Thunder Dragon exploded in front of Jiao Qingxi, forcing her to resist it.

Clear stream!

Jiao Qingxi raised his arms lightly, and his hands moved quickly, condensing handprints.

After these fingerprints are condensed, they exude a powerful momentum and gather the divine power at a rapid speed.

After a while, a divine stream formed over the Jiaoqing Creek, incorporating more than 100,000 thin lines of laws.

It's stabbing!

To everyone's shock, in the face of Thunder Dragon's giant claw attack, Divine Stream was torn apart like a thin paper.

Lei Long ripped through the divine stream, and his offensive was undiminished, and he continued to pat to Jiao Qingxi.

Bang!

However, before Lei Long's attack came down, Jiao Qingxi let Kong Zixin and Qian Linglong hit.

When he hit, Jiao Qingxi was blown away and a mouthful of blood spit out.

Immediately, the breath emitted by Jiao Qingxi weakened nearly 30%.

Jiao Qingxi was seriously injured, and Qian Linglong's second daughter did not continue to shoot, her expression slowly approached indifferently.

Mo Qingyun's figure flickered and came to the sky above Jiao Qingxi, saying, "I don't want to do anything to a woman, and hand over your Holy Light."

Hearing Mo Qingyun's request, Jiao Qingxi's face was pale and his eyes became empty.

How could she never have thought that this was the result.

At this moment, when Jiao Qingxi was struggling, a petite figure approached and said: "Although Jiao Qingxi did not do right, you are depriving her of the Holy Light directly. It is too overbearing."

"The patriarch made an exception for people to participate in the jihad. You come in and eliminate the maid of my tribe. Is this something that can't be justified?"

Hearing this person's words, the expression of those who looked around became dignified.

Jiao Qingxi was immediately overjoyed, with an excited expression on his face.

The second maiden, Xue Yunzhang, took the lead for her.

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