Chapter 211: Sword spike

"Don't you dare to see it! Ha ha, nothing in the world is like that."
Feng Yuhang looked at Mu Yu with disdain in his eyes, and intended to use words to stir Mu Yu's anger.
"Okay, less noisy here, hurry up!"
Mu Yu said impatiently, talking with these people, might as well rest with their eyes closed.
"Let me go? Do you know who you are talking to?"
Feng Yuhang's face was extremely gloomy. He had grown up, everyone was in awe of him, and no one dared to speak to him like this. How can I bear it? A life. "
"Brother, let me clean him up."
Mo Lan got up from the ground at this moment, and after taking a painkiller, his spirit eased a little.
He transferred all his anger to Mu Yu, his face resentful like a serpent.
Nalan Yanran was anxious. As soon as she was about to stop, she was stopped by Feng Yuhang with one hand and said, "The prestige of Yun Lanzong is not shameful, let Brother Mo deal with it by himself."
Mu Yu didn't even look at them, he had already closed his eyes and regained his consciousness, and it wasn't about his hang up.
Seeing Mu Yu's contempt, Mo Lan became even more angry. Since the last time Yun Lanzong lost to Mu Yu, he has cultivated hard, and fortunately got an opportunity to repair it. He thinks that Mu Yu has risen. Not his opponent anymore.
With a bang, Mo Lan pulled the sword in his hand out of the scabbard, pointed directly at Mu Yu, and a clear sword singed, echoing in the air.
After seeing Mo Lan's sword, the disciples of Yun Lanzong, including Feng Yuhang, nodded and appreciated.
"Brother Mo, the progress in the past few months is really obvious. Not only has the cultivation increased greatly, but even swordsmanship has reached the state of clear swordsmanship."
"Brother Mo's talent is extremely high. Since he lost to Mu Yu last time, he has devoted himself to Dao cultivation. It is not unusual to have such achievements now."
"Today is the day of Master Mo's revenge. Everyone guesses, how many moves can Mu Yu use to stop Master Mo? I guess ten moves are dead."
auzw.com "Ten tricks? Oh, with Mo Shi's clear swordsmanship, three tricks are enough to kill Mu Yu."
Disciples of Zhongyun Lanzong, at this moment, they are waiting for the next good show.
In their hearts, Mo Lan's victory has been set.
Only Nalan Yanran has confidence in Mu Yu. Only she knows how powerful Mu Yu is.
Mo Lan moved, and he stabbed Mu Yu's body with a sword. He crossed the crisp sound of the sword in the air. The sword, which seemed ordinary, contained a clear mood of sword heart.
This sword, seemingly slow, is inevitable, including the thousands of avenues of kendo.
"Wow, good swordsmanship, I don't understand."
"Such swordsmanship, I just said that the three tricks still overestimate Mu Yu. I think one trick is enough."
In the stunned exclamation, Mo Lan's mouth fluttered.
His eyes were closed at this moment, and his mind was completely immersed in the sword.
With this sword, let alone Mu Yu, even his master Feng Fenghang can't stop it.
At this moment, he is the sword god.
No matter how strong you are, he will do it with one sword.
"clang!"
Mo Lan felt that his sword had been stabbed, presumably Mu Yu was already a corpse.
Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth went up a bit more.
He didn't even rush to open his eyes, completely intoxicated with the joy of killing his enemies with one sword.
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