"Good thief, actually killed Master Yu's nephew!" Yu Dehai shouted, as soon as his sword array came out, the wind was bleak, and the people outside only saw a cloud of mist shrouded in Mo Xian, obviously he killed Master Yu's nephew, but he hit a palladium.

Mo Xian's anger rose in his heart, he didn't speak, he drew talismans in the air, and in an instant, the black wind rose everywhere, and the yin and twilight merged, gathering into a yin thunder bead, turning slightly, and bursting out.

A green flame bloomed in the gray mist like a volcano, and the shark tooth sword was swept into the green flame, and the fish was as if someone had slammed it, and his face was flushed, and before his blood could spurt out, the green flame had already swept wildly, engulfing him at once.

He shouted, with a green flame on his body, he flew out, Jin Dan Xiu was not joking, he didn't die, although he was seriously injured.

Mo Xian wouldn't let him go, the Yin Fu Sword turned into a sword light, dazzling his eyes, he couldn't dodge anymore, screamed in horror, split into two, and fell from the air.

The other monk, his face changed, he didn't turn his head back, he flew down directly, Mo Xian glanced at it lightly, and the golden light method of the vertical ground was used, and he went in the direction of Liyu.

Mo Xian didn't catch up with Liyu, Mo Xian estimated that he changed his path, and he didn't care, when he arrived at Jianshan Island, ordinary people on this island knew some things about cultivation, but for various reasons, they didn't get started.

Mo Xian arrived at the teahouse agreed with Liyu, but Liyu did not come, Mo Xian didn't know what happened to him, but it was a meeting in Pingshui, he didn't care, he sat there, asked for a pot of tea, but his ears were pricked up.

He is here, he is not familiar with the place, so he will listen to what he is talking about first.

"Boss Peng, why didn't your brother Song Laosan come?" There were three people sitting at a table next to him, one with an open arm, and the other two dressed casually, but they all carried swords, not that kind of ordinary swords, but magic weapons, the person with open arms, put the sword on the table, it seems that he is Boss Peng, and the other two are carrying swords, Mo Xian's eyes passed, they had Qiankun bags on their bodies, but they were carrying swords, a bit of a sword cultivation posture.

He went back, got Lizhu on Lizhu Island, and just went back to get married. Boss Peng said.

"When are you going to get married? It's so hard to marry the Fairy Drifting Clouds?" said the person who said it, obviously joking.

Another said, "Fairy Drifting Cloud is so fucking beautiful, if I can get her favor, I'm willing to die." ”

"Forget it, just these two times, if Fairy Piaoyun takes a fancy to you, it is estimated that you will not be alive now. Boss Peng said lightly.

In their words, they turned to women, Mo Xian was not interested, he was interested in the East China Sea Alliance and the Taiping Island Lord, but they didn't mention a word, Mo Xian also knew that the matter about the East China Sea League and Taiping Island would not spread so quickly.

Mo Xian saw the bottom of a pot of tea, Liyu had not yet come, so he left by himself, and he met Liyu Pingshui.

As he walked, he saw that the cultivators on this island were with mortals, and mortals would also get the resources needed by the cultivators, and they would generally sell the shops opened by the cultivators on the island, and some people would set up stalls, there were cultivators, and there were also ordinary people, ordinary people sold some raw materials, and the cultivators sold much more things, such as talismans, magic weapons, spiritual pets, etc., and even some people sold cultivation exercises.

To his surprise, the practitioners on the island are basically Taoist practitioners, there are very few Buddhist practitioners, and he only saw one person in the whole street, who was dressed as a head, but he was selling Buddha statues here, Mo Xian could see that the Buddha statues had been opened, but there were basically no people who asked.

As he was walking, suddenly there was a surge in front, and everyone ran over there, Mo Xian grabbed one of them casually and asked, "Brother Tai, what's going on in front?"

The two of them fought, in order to win the favor of the Drifting Cloud Fairy. That person was grabbed by Mo Xian's arm, and he didn't break free, he glanced at Mo Xian and said.

This is the second time Mo Xian has heard of the Floating Cloud Fairy, he can't help but be curious, let go of his hand, and follow the crowd out of the small city, to a mound outside the city.

The two monks were confronting, both of them were talented, one was white-clothed and the other was green-shirted, both of them were carrying swords, Mo Xian could see that although their swords were in the sheath, they were connected to the two of them with a fierce force, Mo Xian was stunned for a moment, thoughtful.

He has seen three unknown people, that is, in the teahouse, carrying swords, and now the two of them are carrying swords, these two people are much stronger than the previous people, they are all carrying swords, like a man of the rivers and lakes, he can have seven or eight points of certainty, in this vicinity, there must be a sect, carrying a sword.

"Ling Shao, we are competing here today, and the loser will withdraw from the ranks of pursuing the Drifting Cloud Fairy!" said the man in white.

"Okay! ”

Mo Xian didn't ask, there were many people at the scene, and soon he figured it out, these two people were dressed in white and called Lin Fu, and the one in green was called Ling Feng, they were all disciples of a nearby Feather Sword Pavilion, Feather Sword Pavilion was actually not big, only a few hundred people, it was an inconspicuous sect, and the cultivation in the door combined magic weapons and swordsmanship, and he didn't like to call himself a practitioner, but put chivalry first.

But Yujian Pavilion produced a beautiful Floating Cloud Fairy, who was both tall and beautiful, and as a result, many things were introduced, and people often fought for her.

Mo Xian learned the truth and smiled dumbly, it turned out to be for the beauty, but look at the swordsmanship of the Feather Sword Pavilion.

Lin Fu pinched the trick in his hand, cheered, and the sword on his back rose in response, hanging above his head, the tip of the sword was facing Ling Feng, Ling Feng did not show weakness, and also hung the sword above his head.

"It's kind of interesting. Mo Xian thought to himself, he could see that this was a sword technique, and the sword should be specially refined, similar to a magic weapon.

The two of them pointed with one hand, and the sword turned into a match, flying all over the air, Mo Xian could see that unlike the magic weapon, the sword has a sword technique, and every blow has rules, which is similar to sword cultivation, but the sword cultivation is combined with the sword, and the two of them urge the sword through the sword trick and control every blow.

Mo Xian looked at it for a while and shook his head, these two people can only be regarded as middle and upper among monks of the same level, and they are not outstanding, and there are too many swordsmanship tricks.

Mo Xian forgot that he was well-informed, and he was a white ape swordsman, and he had a high vision, and these two people, only within a radius of this island, were naturally much worse than Mo Xian.

Mo Xian looked at it for a while, his interest was exhausted, the two were still competing, the sword moves were stacked, and they were good-looking, but Mo Xian found no less than five flaws, as long as he took out the sword, the two of them would probably have to be awarded.

He returned to the city, where he planned to spend the night and leave the next morning.

He returned to the teahouse and stayed all afternoon, Liyu still didn't come, Mo Xian didn't care, but the tea guest brought the news of the duel between the two, and finally Ling Feng won with a sword advantage.

Mo Xian left Jianshan Island early the next morning, and when he was walking, he saw yesterday's green-shirted man Ling Feng and his gang in front of him.

But when they heard a sentence, they went to Donglin Island to ask the owner of the island for a red face fruit and gave it to the Drifting Cloud Fairy, Mo Xian just smiled, it was none of his business.

Mo Xian walked away in an instant, "Who is that person?" Ling Feng said, Mo Xian went to the east, which happened to be almost the same route as theirs.

"Shall we catch up?" asked one of them.

"Can you catch up?" said another.

Mo Xian passed by, and walked not far, but saw someone fighting in front of him, a beautiful woman was commanding the sword, left and right, and the three people around her, obviously with a frivolous look, commanding the magic weapon, were not in a hurry.

When the woman saw someone coming, she was overjoyed and hurriedly shouted, "Fellow Daoist, please save the little girl!"

Before Mo Xian could answer, one of the three people said that he pointed to the gold brick in the air and smashed it towards Mo Xian, it seems that Mo Xian's arrival ruined their good deeds.

Mo Xian thought in his heart, the Yin Fu Sword behind him rang out, turned into a condensed white light, and rushed into the sky, with a light sound of "poof", the gold brick was divided into two halves, and the aura was lost suddenly, and he fell, but the person was like a punch, and his face turned pale. The divine consciousness in the magic weapon was broken, of course, it was uncomfortable.

Mo Xian took out a sword, and at the same time, his body appeared in front of him like a ghost, he was shocked, and immediately launched a body protection technique, a layer of yellow light shrouded his body, maybe he couldn't resist the magic weapon, but Mo Xian didn't use it, but punched his head.

He protected his body with brilliance, put his hand into the bag, and he had a cruel smile on his face, as if he had seen Mo Xian die under his hands, he was sure that he could resist Mo Xian's blow, and then, the magic weapon rose.

He hadn't finished thinking about it, Mo Xian's punch with the power of a dragon had already blasted through his body-protecting divine light, hitting his head, the head was broken like a ripe watermelon, the headless corpse fell from the air, Mo Xian was around the corpse's waist with one hand, and the Qiankun bag fell into his hand.

Mo Xian's ferocity made the other two tremble, but Mo Xian stepped back, and the Yin Fu Sword in the sky turned into a ray of light, and with a "Zheng" sound, it was put into the sheath.

The two people left the battlefield and looked at Mo Xian with a wary face, while the woman looked at Mo Xian with a look of surprise on her face.

Ling Feng and the others rushed up, Ling Feng saw the two facing the two of them, he was overjoyed when he saw it, and immediately shouted, "Fairy Piaoyun, you are here!"

Mo Xian suddenly realized, it turned out that this woman was the Drifting Cloud Fairy, and couldn't help but take a second look, this woman, her face was extremely charming, her chest was high and towering, her waist was as thin as a weak willow, her buttocks were round and upturned, she was wearing a light pink shirt, a pair of watery peach blossom eyes, and she gave people the feeling that she was looking at me, a stunner.

As soon as the two people saw that someone was coming, they glanced at each other and were about to leave, and the Floating Cloud Fairy shouted: "Don't let these two people go!"

When Lingyun and his gang heard this, they surrounded them all of a sudden, and the two of them just wanted to leave, but they were surrounded by everyone, and the two knew that if they didn't work hard, they would have to fold here today.

Mo Xian didn't move, which gave the two of them a glimmer of hope, what they cared about was Mo Xian, so they secretly paid attention to Mo Xian's every move.