Soul Emperor Martial God

"Senior Brother Mo You, what are you talking about?"

"Brother Mo You, are you kidding?"

In the distance, Tong Ye and others were stunned, speaking in disbelief.

Mo You remained silent, but looked at Qing Lin with a complex expression.

Qing Lin didn't speak, because he knew his brother Mo You very well.

Brother Mo You, with such a face, was not joking.

Click... Click... Click...

The cyan scales on Qing Lin's arms did not disappear, but more and more appeared.

Gradually, there are densely covered scales on the chest and feet.

Since he knew that Senior Brother Mo You was not joking, he had only two choices.

Either fight or hand over the Qiankun Ring.

It is impossible for him to hand over the Qiankun Ring, so he can only fight.

When Mo You saw this, his brows frowned. He had always been reluctant to talk in battle, and he was the first to open his mouth this time.

"You are not my opponent, why bother."

Qinglin, who had always respected Brother Mo You, didn't answer this time.

Mo You frowned, his face becoming more complicated.

Just as Qinglin knows him, he also knows Qinglin, and even the character of many teachers.

At this moment, there was a soft cry from behind.

"brother."

Although Mo You's injury has stabilized, it doesn't mean that she has healed and her face is still pale.

The voice is also weak and weak, and weak and eager.

Hearing the words, Mo You dissipated the complex color on his face and nodded.

Cang...

A crisp sword sounded in the air.

Mo You's sword finally appeared in his hand.

However, instead of swinging his sword, it plunged heavily into the ground.

He did not hope that one day, his sword was facing his junior.

However, even though the tip of the sword hits the ground, the blade is still sharp and sharp.

Just the sword intent radiated by the sword body has already swept the audience.

All the Tianjiao present could feel the sharp aura of the people in the air.

Some weaker people even felt a tingling pain on their faces.

This is Mo You's sword. It is not the sharpest point, but the blade, which is like the sharpest thing in the world.

Swish...wish...wish...

At this time, the five chiefs who had been blasted by Mo You with a sword flashed back to their respective teams.

"What a terrible sword intent, this is Mo You?" Linghu Wang narrowed his eyes.

He is a sword idiot, extremely sensitive to the feeling of sword intent.

"Forget Worry Sword, it really deserves its reputation." Gu Feifan's face was extremely solemn.

He clearly felt that even the combination of their five chiefs just now failed to push Mo You to the fullest.

锵... 锵... 锵...

At this time, there was a series of clanging sounds in the air.

It was like a collision between a sharp sword and something hard.

To be more serious, it was the sword intent that was raging around Qing Lin at this time.

The mere sword intent raging around has already made all the warriors present look distorted.

It is conceivable that Qinglin, who the sword intent really refers to, is suffering from the sword intent at this moment.

However, although Jianyi was strong, it did not hurt Qinglin.

The sharp aura ran across the blue scales on Qing Lin's body.

There are these clang sounds.

However, the cyan scales are clearly unscathed.

"Huh?" Mo You frowned and looked directly at Qinglin, "You broke through."

"Holy King Realm Nine Layers."

Mo You was right, the current Qinglin's cultivation base was the ninth level of the Saint King Realm.

Qing Lin nodded indifferently, "I broke through the night before the second round of competition."

From behind, another clear voice came.

"Why? I thought it would be my brother's opponent after breaking through?"

"If you don't care that you are a junior, do you think you still have a chance to speak?"

Although Mo You's voice was a little weak, his tone was full of pride.

"Brother, hurry up, otherwise the Secret Realm of Heaven will be opened again."

The Tianzang Secret Realm is opened again, which represents the end of the second round of competition.

Mo You nodded indifferently, and glanced at his sword inserted into the ground.

Suddenly, the sword intent emanating from the sword became more and more intense.

锵... 锵... 锵...

The clanging in the air gradually became a little harsh.

The scales on Qing Lin's body began to show white marks.

Qing Lin's face changed, and a trace of pain flashed visibly.

Mo You saw Qinglin's face in his eyes and frowned, "Hand over the Qiankun Ring, you are not my opponent."

Qing Lin was still silent, silent.

锵... 锵... 锵...

The sword on the ground, the sword intent emanating from the sword body, is constantly increasing.

On Qing Lin's scales, gradually, there were no longer white marks, but slight bloodshot eyes.

The painful color on Qing Lin's face became more obvious.

Mo You's face became more ugly.

Even if he was the chief of the Five University Palace, he never made him frown.

Today, his face is extremely ugly.

"Hand over the Qiankun Ring, otherwise, within a few minutes at most, your scales will be shattered under my sword intent, and your body will be incomplete."

Upon hearing this, Qing Lin finally opened his mouth, "If you have the ability, just come."

"You..." Mo You's fist was squeezed for the first time.

"Try it then." Mo You's eyes were cold.

The sword on the ground suddenly vibrated and screamed into the sky.

The sword intent in the air surged in an instant.

Cang...

This time, the clanging sound in the air only appeared once.

Because the cyan scales on Qing Lin's body had been cut instantly.

The sword intent struck him, no longer the crisp sound of touching a hard object, but the dull sound of cutting meat.

Chi Chi Chi Chi...

In just a few seconds, Qing Lin was covered with scars, and the blood was bleeding.

"I'll say it again, hand over the Universe Ring." Mo You was already gritting his teeth.

"The treasures in the world, after I go out, I promise to go all over the Middle Territory and find them all for you."

Qing Lin shook his head, his expression indifferent, but slowly opened his mouth.

"Shen Xing Bai Hua Guo belongs to Junior Qin Yi; Huo Huang Zhi belongs to Junior Tong Ye; Jian Xin Guo belongs to Junior Brother Zifeng."

"The Nine Profound Fruits in the Sky Store belong to Junior Brother Xiao Yi; the Azure You Yue Guo belong to Senior Brother Mo You..."

Sneer... Suddenly, from the sword intent that was constantly raging around him, a sword intent struck his face, drawing a **** sword mark.

Qing Lin snorted, and then paused.

"I said, after I go out, I will find everything back for you." Mo You gritted his teeth tightly.

Qing Lin still shook his head, but said nothing.

Chi Chi Chi...

Suddenly, there was another sword intent, which passed Qinglin's feet.

"Um." Qing Lin let out a muffled snort, staggering, almost unable to stand firm.

"Junior Brother." Mo You's expression changed.

"Break it for me." Qing Lin forcibly stood firm, the already broken cyan scales wrapped his fist and blasted out.

boom…

With a punch, the surrounding sword intent was forcibly shaken.

The indifferent face was full of jealousy.

"Dare to be rampant?" Mo You shouted coldly in the rear.

"Brother, if he refuses to be obedient, he just grabs it."

Mo You nodded when he heard the words.

The figure that had been standing there, finally moved.

"If you don't pay, I can only grab it myself." Mo You walked towards Qinglin step by step, his expression complicated.

He knew very well that under his sword intent, Qinglin could not last long.

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