Immortal Soaring Blade

Mo house, gate.

Zhao Jiuge takes Mo ling'er up the big blue stone steps. Two big stone lions still stand quietly at the gate of Mo's mansion. However, the breath of eight men in black and light armour at the door becomes different. A sense of killing diffuses from Mo's mansion, and Zhao Jiuge is full of doubts.

As he stepped up the steps to enter the Mo mansion courtyard, Zhao Jiuge found that the eyes of the eight light armour men at the gate were all focused on him. He looked at the unfriendly look in their eyes, and his puzzled face sank slightly. The accident in Mo's mansion should be related to himself. He took a deep breath, calmed down his mood and walked towards the yard calmly.

Courtyard.

As soon as he came in, Zhao Jiuge's cold hair stood up. Zheng Jie was like a pair of poisonous snakes. After waiting for his prey for a long time, his momentum broke out. He stepped forward and stared at Zhao Jiuge.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, people raised their heads and looked at Zhao Jiuge. The young man's face changed color tightly. Immediately, it was like a lonely boat bumping in the waves. No matter how dangerous you were, I stood still.

Looking around, in addition to Mo Longjie and several old people of the Mo family, there are dozens of family generals in light armour and black clothes standing in the yard. Mo Longjie's face is calm at this time. He can't see what he is thinking and can't guess any emotion. Besides Mo and Yao, there are several old people. At this time, Zhao Jiuge looks at Zhao Jiuge with different expressions.

As for the dozens of men in black and light armour behind him, they were probably infected by the general of Zheng Jie's family. Their whole bodies were full of murderous momentum, and they were staring at Zhao Jiuge with malice on their faces.

A gust of wind blows the leaves in the courtyard. Looking at the situation, Zhao Jiuge seems to understand something in his heart, as if he doesn't understand anything. His face looks calm, but with a little stubbornness and indifference, he sweeps away at the people, but he is silent because of his inner pride.

Looking at Zhao Jiuge's face, Zheng Jie tries hard to see a trace of tension and uneasiness in the eyes of his 10-year-old boy. However, he is disappointed. The young man is as calm as ever. At the same time, when he thinks of putting forward such a situation, the young man's reaction is that he doesn't take himself seriously and can't help becoming angry.

"Zhao Jiuge, I've heard that you are young, and you have the ability to forge blood and spirit. Today, I, the commander of the Mo family, come to see you." With his hands clasped in the fist, his clothes fluttering with the wind, and his awe inspiring momentum combined with his pretty face and unspeakable flavor, those Mo's families will look at Zheng Jie with admiration. Even some old people who are unfamiliar with Zhao Jiuge in the Mo family have a smile on their faces, and their eyes are shining with light and nodding their heads gently.

Zhao Jiuge's pupils moved slightly, and he still didn't say anything, but looked at Mo Longjie. Mo Longjie was calm and didn't know what he was thinking. At this time, he found Zhao Jiuge looking at himself and chuckling and explaining, "Oh, well, Zheng Jie came to me this morning because he didn't give him the last quota for the three events of the next month. He wanted to have a competition with you For the last place. " After saying that, he was also staring at Zhao Jiuge. There was some inexplicable meaning in his eyes. When Zhao Jiuge saw his eyes, he was a little surprised.

Zhao Jiuge didn't look at himself. Zheng Jieqi's nose was crooked and his eyes were colder. He swore that he would give some color to Zhao Jiuge when he tried.

Mo's backyard, arena.

Zhao Jiuge and Zheng Jie are opposed to each other. They have more or less opinions about Zheng Jie's actions. Although they are usually modest, they do not mean that they have no pride in their bones. Zhao Jiuge has always developed a character of revenge, gratitude and love hate.

"Come on, Zheng Tongling." The generals of the surrounding families clasped their fists in unison. Mo ling'er is not willing to lag behind, shouting "Nine Songs brother, come on, ling'er looks after you." Two small hands are still waving, delicate face full of light small face, dark eyes do have some worries.

Hearing Mo ling'er's lovely cry, the original look like a wave of calm lake, as if by a small stone into which, aroused a layer of ripples, waves up ripple, corners of the mouth gently smile.

At this time, Zheng Jie moved. With a bang, a wave of invisible spiritual power diffused. In this competition field, his clothes were ringing, his right hand was gently lifted, and his whole body's spiritual power was running at a high speed. He poured it into the heavy sword in his hand, paced up, and rushed toward Zhao Jiuge. In a flash, he saw a shadow in front of Zhao Jiuge, holding it high and splitting, and the big sword was like a big one The round silver moon breaks through the air, and the fast and steady sword rubs against the air and makes a harsh sound.

Looking at Zheng Jie's hands and drawing his knife, Zhao Jiuge still stands still. His black clothes are swaying gently by the fluctuation of the air field. The big knife in front of him is from far to near. The heavy sword in the dark eyes is also growing from small to large. The light of spiritual power is slightly dazzling. The pupil is light and flexible, Shua, and the light blue sword behind his back is humming like a long sword Can't wait, also eager to fight.

In a twinkling of an eye, the sword has reached the front of the body, and the right hand with the long sword stabbed gently. The point of the sword is exactly on the edge of the sword. The sword emits light of light blue, which is not as dazzling as the light of the big sword. One is like the silver moon whistling, the other is like the light of rice grains gently stabbing on the blade."Bang." The seemingly insipid contact made a huge noise. Zhao Jiuge didn't step back, and his whole body's spiritual power was constantly running to his whole body. Zheng Jie jumped into the air and fell into the gravity. His whole body was all right. It was just a small snake like crack spreading from the center of Zhao Jiuge's feet.

As soon as Zheng Jie came to chop, he felt numb in the mouth of the tiger. He went back three steps in succession. He spat out a puff of turbid gas, and his color became dignified. Looking at the boy who was a head shorter than himself, he didn't realize that his spiritual power was not as powerful as others.

The fight between the two seemed slow, and the people outside saw it for a moment. The generals in black light armour were shocked. They didn't expect that the commanding commander in ordinary days had fallen behind. They all stopped talking and laughing at the teenager. To is mo Ling Er looking at the scene in front of her, smile, revealed two small dimples, exposed white teeth, cheek there is a faint blush, excited as if the field than the fight that person is her.

Mo Longjie still had no change in his expression. He was still smiling, but several other old people's expressions also became deep and looked at the field without saying a word.

After licking his lips and biting his teeth, Zheng Jie rushed to his right hand again. He poured his spiritual power into his right hand and poured it into the heavy sword in his hand. He was ready to make a quick decision.

Zhao Jiuge looks at Zheng Jie who does not want to die. The corners of his mouth are slightly raised. The light in his eyes is also condensed. Looking at Zheng Jie's all-out look, he is not ready to keep his hands. Moreover, over and over again, Zhao Jiuge also starts to get angry. What's more, it's meaningless!

Relying on his excellent physical fitness, he ran to meet Zheng Jie. As soon as he arrived at the shadow, he came to Zheng Jie. Zheng Jie was slightly distracted. He praised the speed in his heart. Then, in Zheng Jie's wide eyes, he kicked his foot to the chest. His chest hurt and then lost his center. Zheng Jie fell to the ground with a bang and slid back a few meters. Wow, the blood spat out, and the residue was in At the corner of the mouth, the right hand supports the ground and stands up.

Zhao Jiuge's right hand, holding a pale blue sword, gently shakes, Shua Shua, several sword flowers come out. Zheng Jie's clothes are torn apart, but there is no damage to the skin. The control of spiritual power alone makes people blush.

Then he ignored the crowd and walked towards his room. The figure of the young man at this time was so tall in people's eyes, but Zhao Jiuge didn't care about it at this time. With so many days of practice, many people came to Dongyang City to see and hear about Zhao Jiuge. Zhao Jiuge was not the Xiaobai of the first practice.

He also knows that there are different kinds of skills. Some of them are poor in practice, but others can make people soar. The longer he practices the Sanskrit Heart Sutra, the more he understands the difference between them. However, now that he has a low level of cultivation, he has not been able to understand many things. What he takes for granted to defeat Zheng Jieli is that although he moved to the later stage of the blood state, he did not know the difference between them The spiritual power of his own cultivation is more pure and powerful. Thinking of Zhao Jiuge, I can't help but feel grateful for ye Wuyou. His master, without him, would not have embarked on this road. Although the future is difficult and dangerous, he does not regret it.