Chapter 97: Sharp edge (second more)

"This kid ..."
Seeing Mo Qingyun's move, Mo Hongtian and others aside, all smiled helplessly.
This kid really holds revenge!
Moreover, Mo Qingyun's style of action is still so decisive.
Revenge doesn't happen overnight, which is probably what it means.
"This kid is so cruel!"
Seeing Mo Qingyun's fierce means, Mo Cang's expression was unconsciously, and a coolness rose in his heart.
At this moment his heart couldn't help but feel lucky, fortunately, he didn't touch Mo Qingyun's inverse scale.
Otherwise, his end, I am afraid, is almost the same as He Xiao, has become a waste.
Before Mo Qingyun wanted to abolish Mo Hai, he didn't feel anything, after all, at that time, Mo Qingyun was nothing more than a threat to him.
At this moment, he was really afraid, because now, Mo Qingyun's strength has far surpassed him.
"It seems I still underestimated this kid"
Moguid's face sank, and it seemed as if his heart was determined: "This fierce behavior, this talent, it seems that he cannot continue to let him grow."
When the Mo family and others were shocked, the people around them were also shocked.
They really didn't expect that Mo Qingyun was in public and directly abolished He Xiao.
At this time, in the hearts of everyone shocked Mo Qingyun performance.
"Master, old slave is out."
A respectful word suddenly appeared in Mo Qingyun's mind, which was Chi Lian transmitting a message to him.
"Red refinement!"
After hearing this transmission, Mo Qingyun's expression changed, showing a touch of joy.
After a while, Mo Qingyun saw the red refinement of the cloak in the crowd.
Seeing the appearance of Chi Lian, a sneer appeared from the corner of Mo Qingyun's mouth, and Sen Han looked towards Song Zihao.
Now that Red Lian has arrived, he will not need to have any reservations next.
Today is the time to obliterate Song Zihao.
At this moment, Mo Qingyun looked at Song Zihao's eyes, like a tiger hunting for prey.
"Song Zihao, finish it."
Mo Qingyun's tone was indifferent, and he looked proudly towards Song Zihao.
Song Zihao is done, right?
As soon as Mo Qingyun's words came out, everyone's expressions changed, and some of them were confused.
But after a brief sacrifice, everyone understood it.
Because He Lingyu, who was originally Mo Qingyun's fiancee, is now with Song Zihao.
It is understandable that Mo Qingyun said this to Song Zihao at the moment.
Immediately, everyone was curious. I don't know who Mo Qingyun and Song Zihao will be better at.
"Finished?"
Song Zihao smiled disdainfully and slowly walked into the battlefield: "Mo Qingyun, although your performance surprised me, but you are not my opponent."
"People who have dealt with me before, they all said that."
Mo Qingyun responded with a look of indifference, and said, "A few months ago, what you did to me, I will get back all of it today."
"You will never have that chance."
Song Zihao sneered again and responded: "Mo Qingyun, in your life, you are destined to be stepped on by my Song Zihao. You still deserve it. Now I will let you know how big the gap is between you and me."
As soon as Song Zihao's words fell, the momentum of his body was exuded, and a horrible wave of real energy suddenly emanated from him.
True quartet!
The true cultivation of Song Zihao actually reached the quadruple of qi.
Although there is only one step difference between the quartet of qi and the triple of qi, the difference between them is huge.
Zhenqi Triple is only the first stage of Zhenqi, while Zhenqi Four is the middle stage of Zhenqi. This is a qualitative breakthrough.
"Well, Zihao is good, Xiuwei actually broke through to the quarantine qi."
Seeing Song Zihao's performance, Song Xu smiled with satisfaction.
"Zihao, can you win?"
Looking at the confronting Mo Qingyun, He Lingyu's expression was complicated and his expression was a little dazed.
She had never thought about the waste that she once looked down upon, and she grew to such a degree.
"Fourfold!"
Seeing Song Zihao's performance at the moment, Mo Hongtian and others changed their expressions and became unconsciously worried.
The strength of Song Zihao, who was rebuilt as a quartet, is not comparable to He Xiao's. Mo Qingyun wants to defeat him with great difficulty.
In the battlefield.
Under the shock of everyone's eyes, Song Zihao's proud expression summoned the Wu soul.
Uh ...
The tenth level Red Thunder Frog Wuhun, once summoned by Song Zihao, immediately radiated a strong thunderbolt.
"Mo Qingyun summons your martial spirit."
Song Zihao looked at Mo Qingyun with a mockery, followed by a pretense of surprise: "I almost forgot that your martial spirit is only a first-level lighting martial spirit. This garbage martial spirit has been summoned, and it seems useless.
Song Zihao's remarks at this moment are undoubtedly deliberately, ironic to Mo Qingyun's rubbish.
"is it?"
It was just that Mo Qingyun didn't care about what he said, and smiled playfully: "Since you all want to know my Wuhun so much, I will show you today."
Roar!
Following the sound of a dragon's yin, it resounded through the sky, and a 20-meter-long red dragon shadow circled above Mo Qingyun.
This……
After seeing this scene, everyone was sluggish.
This is Mo Qingyun's martial spirit?
This is the rumor that Mo Qingyun owns the first-level garbage Wuhun?
At this moment, everyone's hearts are full of doubts and puzzlements.
After a brief stagnation, everyone's hearts were shocked, and they could hardly believe their eyes.
Tianlong, Tianlong Wuhun!
Mo Qingyun's martial spirit is actually Tianlong martial spirit!
The weakest of the Tianlong Wuhun is beyond the tenth Wuhun and reaches the super Wuhun level.
In other words, Mo Qingyun's martial spirit level is, super!
Super Wuhun, I'm afraid it has never appeared in the history of Beimo Town.
Unexpectedly, Mo Qingyun's martial spirit is actually such a existence.
"He is actually a dragon dragon soul."
A bitter heart rose in Mo Cang.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was like a clown, and that he possessed a tenth-level martial spirit, and actually flaunted in front of Mo Qingyun, who possessed a super martial spirit.
"No ... impossible, his martial spirit cannot be Tianlong!"
Looking at the sky above Mo Qingyun's body, the majestic red dragon shadow, He Lingyu almost lost his heart, and did not believe this result.
She actually gave up, a genius with a super martial spirit, into the arms of someone with ten martial spirits.
"This kid from Mo's family is so hidden!"
At this moment, the heads of the major families sitting here were all in a complex mood, and could not help but sigh in their hearts.
At this moment, in the major family groups, a red-haired old man in a cloak was showing a surprised smile, saying: "I ca n’t think of the master's martial arts soul, but it is the 13th-ranked Chiyan Tianlong martial arts soul. It's unusual. "
Slap!
After a brief stupefaction, Mo Hongtian was agitated, and the tea cup in his hand did not hold firmly, fell to the ground, and made a crisp sound.
"Tianlong Wuhun!"
Mo Hongtian trembled with excitement, old tears and laughed in excitement: "Cangtian has eyes, God bless my Mo family ..."
"That was the case, it was the case ..."
Mo Feipeng was excited, his fists clenched, seemed to understand something, and laughed: "It turns out that this kid has a super martial spirit. No wonder his cultivation speed is so fast ..."
"He finally stopped hiding and finally showed his true talent."
Mo Xiao and Mo Ling's two daughters both showed bright smiles and sweet smiles.
At this moment, the low-key teenager in their eyes finally showed his true talent without reservation.
He wants everyone to know before he knows the true genius.
In Beimo Town, the geniuses of those families are not worth mentioning in his presence.
At this moment, everyone is in a mixed mood and sighs in their hearts.
None of them thought that the waste in the entire population of Beimo Town was actually the most important genius in Beimo Town.
Ten years of Tibetan swords, at this moment, this young man finally pulled out his sword and showed his edge.
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