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Except for Gongsun Mo and Feng Xiutong, only Chen Mo was present.

The others were confused and had no idea why such a sharp offensive disappeared there. They thought that the distance was too far, and the power disappeared there.

But no one thought that the attack was the two long-standing Heavenly Kings!

The two of them looked a little solemn. The person who came was the sect that presided over the opening ceremony of the secret realm last time - the Eight Desert Sword Sect. The person in charge was the leader of the team leader this time, and they knew each other.

This person is called Zhang Zunyin. He has a high status within the Eight Desolate Sword Sect, but his age is similar to that of them. The last time he saw it was twenty years ago. At that time, his strength was similar to Feng Xiutong, but he didn't expect that he is now so powerful.

It is really unpredictable in the world, but Feng Xiutong’s confidence in the face of him is still unknown.

As for the old boy Mo Lao Er, haha, although he has been promoted to the Heavenly Level for so long, if it comes to close combat, his own boy Chen Mo might be able to beat him.

"Swoosh swish swish..."

Six meteors, dragging their long tails, had already flown over the square in three breaths.

With white hair, red sword seal, black green robe, Zhang Zun Seal stepped on the ancient Songwen sword, stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the bottom. Around him were five swords, four men and one woman, five people with different images.

The most eye-catching one was the man who was eight feet tall, wearing a black robe, seven feet long, and two feet wide door panels without sharp blades. His face was as dark as charcoal, and he could not see his joy or anger like a stone. It only felt like an iron tower.

In sharp contrast, a young man wearing a moon-white Confucian robe and dressed as a scholar. His face, which looked like a jade-like weapon, was filled with a harmless smile of humans and animals, with red lips and white teeth, and his eyes like a star. He looked extremely beautiful.

He is gentle and elegant, under his white shoes is a simple and simple Qingguang dagger, two feet long and three fingers wide.

After that, there was a 18 or 19-year-old boy who was scratching his head and ears. The boy was dressed in blue clothes. His facial features were compact and his eyes were bright. He stepped on the sword that was as thin as a cicada's wings and had only one ring of buckles. He was like a monkey.

In addition, he was a young man with a solemn face, wearing a purple outfit, four feet long and three feet wide, full of small seal script inscriptions and ancient swords, and his eyes were rigorous. His appearance and breath were somewhat similar to Zhang Zunyin.

The last one was the only woman among the five disciples. She was not very clear under the cover of her fellow disciples, but she was dressed in a water-blue dress and she must be a pretty beauty.

The six people in this group were freely wearing swords in the air, talking and laughing at themselves, as if they had not seen the crowd in front of them at all.

When they arrived above the square, they still didn't come down, just flew low, talking and laughing, and seemed to be even happier.

The man like an iron tower flew three feet behind the girl. The monkey-like boy, like a chattering man, said something to the girl with his ears and cheeks, causing the girl to cover her pink face with her sleeves.

The rigorous man in purple on the other side, although he did not look sideways, he would still glance at the girl and the boy beside him.

At this time, the young man in the Confucian shirt at the front would go up from time to time to relieve the situation, knock on the young man in the monkey twice, and then say a few words to the girl gently, then turn around generously again, showing a gentle and gentle manners.

These are the five people selected by the Eight Desolate Sword Sect this time. It seems that apart from the man like an iron tower, there is nothing else amazing.

"Hey! Old boy, I saw the little turtle in white behind Zhang Zunyin. Let me tell you, that boy is called Li Shengshu." Gongsun Mo and Feng Xiutong stood not far away, and neither of them looked at each other, and they both said it by voice transmission.

"Hmm..." Feng Xiutong pondered for a while, but did not answer.

"Why? Don't believe it?" Gongsun Mo saw Feng Xiutong like this, his eyes rolled, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"It should be good, it's him. His whole body is as calm as abyss, his eyes are introverted, and his left and right demeanor is natural, but it gives me a sense of being wild and arrogant and unrestrained. This little turtle boy should be the genius who has been said by their Bahuang Sword Sect, who has not been born for three thousand years."

Feng Xiutong twisted his beard, raised his head a little, looked at the six people flying over to him twelve feet above the ground, and looked at the young man in white robe in a spectacular way. As for what he was thinking, God probably knew.

It seemed that he felt the sharp gaze, and the young man called Li Shengshu also turned his head. He looked at the old man in the distance, and the gentle man's face became a little hard, and two wild and arrogant auras deep in his eyes immediately shot towards him.

Feng Xiutong shook his head, smiled, and easily resolved it, but he was really shocked.

The highest sword intent of the Eight Desolate Sword Sect is the Eight Desolate Sword Intent, which is extremely grand, with a way of opening and closing, and a long mysterious power. Once the fight begins, you will fight to the death, be crazy and devilish, and there are no taboos.

Just by just a little test just now, this kid has already obtained about seventy-seventh of all the sword intent. He can do this at such a young age. How can he not be amazed? What is most amazing is that this little bastard actually started to go back and forth on the road to Pu.

After looking at other people's goods, I was really angry and couldn't beat them up.

It’s really a matter of comparing goods and people are angry... But fortunately, there is still a Chen Mo in our family who can hold on to the place.

But then again, fortunately, Chen Mo absorbed the artistic conception of Taihuang and Thunder Dao. If it were the bastard in his family, he might have to absorb it himself and he would not care about what level he could reach. Even if he released the Demon Saint, he would probably have to wipe his butt at that time!

Thinking of this, he looked at Chen Mo with a softer and more gratifying look. Chen Mo still lingers on the cannon barrel in the hand of the old man Gongsun. He smiled slightly, understood it, and came up with the plan.

At this time, Li Shengshu saw that although his attack was easily resolved, the old man did not fight back. He immediately raised his chin slightly, his expression was arrogant, and his eyes looked at Feng Xiutong became more and more contemptuous.

Obviously, his genius who has not been born for three thousand years has no respect for an old senior like Feng Xiutong.

The two sides, who were originally tense, had already eased a lot with the intervention of the Eight Desolate Sword Sect. Looking at the group of people from the Eight Desolate Sword Sect who were extremely arrogant, all of whom were above the top and did not take them seriously, they were immediately angry.

Tianlei Dao can tell that there are some eyesight here. This entourage has an extraordinary origin and is not easy to mess with, but there are also bad tempers and disregards.

The bad temper is naturally Feng Lingshuang. Her beautiful eyes are cold and the woman is already small. Her jade hands under her loose robe have already been clattering.

At first it was a sandstorm, but now it is so free and casual. He appears with a laugh. He doesn't even come here, and he talks and laughs, and doesn't take them seriously at all! This is simply that uncles can tolerate it, aunts can't!

Looking at the whole occasion, everyone else was angry, but Chen Mo was still calm. He has experienced too many ups and downs in the past few years. What kind of person has never seen him?

Xiao Ba stood up, walked to Chen Mo, and stood with him. Its long neck was stretched out, looking at the humans boredly.

Compared with the situation here in Tianlei Dao, the five disciples of Tianji Sect didn't know what they thought. They were gritting their teeth at the beginning, but now they looked soothing and much better.

Yuan Haocang took advantage of the inattention of others and suddenly looked around and ran to Tianlei Road alone.

He didn't care about the other party's attention, he looked confident. Although he was first beaten into a panda's eye by Feng Lingshuang, and then successfully evolved from a panda into a "pig head", he still had no disgust towards the girl.

He believed in one sentence: Women are afraid of men.

"Oh~ Girls can relieve the fire. There are so many people in the world who are angry. One more is not more, one less is not less. How old are they? If everyone is so bitter and aggrieved, then should they live?"

As soon as he came over, he ran to Feng Lingshuang, who was as furious as fur, and kept fanning the flames. Feng Lingshuang ignored him. He thought about it and then said.

"Come on, girl, don't pay attention to them. We are bitten by a wild dog. Do we have to bite back too? Isn't that a wild dog? Let's see how they can... girl, do you think so?"

"Yuyouyou, come and see, Brother Cang is using the treasure book to pick up girls again!" At this time, other people from Tianji Sect also discovered this scene, and suddenly several people began to chatter and gossip.

With Yuan Haocang's shy face and working hard, Feng Lingshuang finally let go of her tight palms, and came over and looked at him calmly.

"Hehe! Shuangmei, don't look at them being very powerful now. When you reach the secret realm, don't talk big. The five of us, even if Brother Cang doesn't take action, you can pick him anybody!"

Yuan Haocang was really a little tricky. When he saw Feng Lingshuang's face, he immediately changed his name inadvertently.

"Hmm?" Feng Lingshuang looked at him coldly. With this heavy "Hmm", Yuan Haocang suddenly became frightened and immediately changed his original name.

"A girl like this - after entering the secret realm, we two find an opportunity to fight him one-on-one together. You go and restrain him. Brother Cang, I set up a rune mechanism and teach him a lesson! How about it?"

"Is this also called a one-on-one fight?" Feng Lingshuang felt a little incredible.

"Yes, we two choose one of him, girl, are you domineering? If you think this is not enough, Brother Cang, I can call my junior brothers and sisters together, and you can also call your friends. We will choose one of him in a group, and we will definitely beat him so much that he doesn't know him!"

No matter how excited Yuan Haocang was on the side, Feng Lingshuang just looked at him and said, "Then can you tell me what a group fight is?"
Chapter completed!