Chapter 1027 Shadow
The Wanxiao Sect and the Taixu Sect are just relationships with ordinary sects.
There are not many interactions between the disciples of both sides, and there is no special "hate".
Today is just a swordsmanship.
It is normal to meet at the entrance.
At most, it’s just because of Duanmu Qing’s appearance and temperament that makes people feel a little lost.
Duanmuqing's expression was as calm as water.
The men in the world, whether they were amazed, admired, or shocked, had long been used to it, and there would be no slight wavering in their hearts.
Duanmu Qing's snow-white neck raised slightly, and his cold eyes looked forward, stepping on dignified and elegant steps, and walked straight to the Inner Mountain with several other disciples of the Wanxiao Sect who were also in full swing.
She was wearing a beautiful and beautiful robe with a beautiful appearance, graceful figure, and a stern and inviolable temperament like a snow-capped mountain, which made people dare not talk to her at all.
In this way, the disciples of the sects of both sides passed by.
From beginning to end, no one said anything.
But when he passed by, Duanmu Qing's eyes glanced at Mo Hua intentionally or unintentionally.
First, the eyebrows and eyes of the ink painting are like picturesque, and their appearance and temperament are equally outstanding.
Second, the ink painting is not tall and looks "outstanding" among a group of genius monks.
Third, although ink painting has bad reputation and many controversies, it is actually very famous.
Not to mention the things he did, the enemies he made, the geniuses he "humiliated" during the sword contest...
It is the identity of "the leader of the formation", which is enough to be legendary.
This is truly the first person in Qianxue Formation.
It was almost incredible that he won the title in the middle of the foundation building stage.
Even Duanmu Qing, such a genius fairy who is "not in the world", cannot have never heard of the name of Mo Hua.
Of course, that's all.
Duanmu Qing only used his light to glance at Mo Hua, and then passed away.
But her shallow eyes were imprinted in Mo Hua's eyes.
Mo Hua thought about this gaze, and was slightly stunned and couldn't help but mutter:
"Dao Xin... is dirty?"
His voice was very light and he almost blurted out subconsciously.
Linghu Xiao and the others around him couldn't even hear what he was saying.
But Duanmu Qing, who had already passed by, stopped, turned his head slowly, his eyes were as cold as a sword, and he looked at Mo Hua.
The ink painting also looked at Duanmuqing.
His eyes were clear, as if Duanmu Qing could reflect the figure.
Moreover, with a deep and profound feeling.
For a moment, Duanmuqing felt that he was deeply touched by others and was inexplicably "shamed of himself".
What followed was deep shame and anger that was pressed down on the bottom of my heart.
Her originally cold and beautiful face was instantly covered with frost.
The cold murderous intent almost condensed into reality. A pair of clear eyes as clear as glass, extremely cold, mixed with deep disgust, staring at the ink painting.
Mo Hua was stunned.
What's the meaning?
Before he could react, an astonishing spiritual pressure rose from Duanmuqing's body.
The power of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, five elements and five colors is brilliant and gorgeous, just like the light of the sky, setting off Duanmuqing like a god.
Her eyes were extremely sharp, and her whole body exuded a beautiful and terrifying murderous intent.
The powerful Five Elements Taoism, with its extremely powerful power, locks in ink paintings.
The ink painting was really shocked now.
Excellent magic of the Wanxiao? !
"No... this woman...can't she want to kill me?"
"This is not a swordsmanship..."
"Is she crazy?"
Mo Hua subconsciously pointed his feet into the soles of his feet, and used his lapse of water, retreating several feet.
His junior brothers were also shocked and shocked, but they subconsciously protected him.
Cheng Mo took the lead and stood in front of Mo Hua.
Linghu laughs and accumulates the sword technique of rushing to the void.
Situ Jian and Ouyang Xuan also began to activate the sword energy.
The spiritual power was intertwined, and the atmosphere was tense for a moment.
Duanmu Qing sneered and pointed a little, and immediately wanted to activate the spell and bombard the Mo Hua.
At this moment, an old and thick voice sounded:
"Nothing!"
The crystal-like spiritual power, with the extremely powerful pressure of the real person, instantly came to Duanmuqing, Linghu Xiao and others, blocking everyone's spiritual power and cutting off the flow of Taoist and sword techniques.
Everyone's expressions changed.
But Duanmu Qing still had a murderous intent in his eyes, and he even wanted to activate the spell.
An elderly elder walked out of the inner mountain and scolded him loudly:
"When talking about the important places of Taoism, you should not be arrogant!"
"As a genius in the sect, what kind of morality is it?"
"If you dare to make trouble, I will punish you if you break the rules!"
Duanmu Qing was silent for a moment, gritted his silver teeth secretly, then he restrained his murderous intent and spiritual power, and bowed his hands with his sleeves and bowed:
"Person forgive me."
Her voice was as clear as a silver bottle.
The elder's eyes were muddy. He looked at her silently, his face was silent, but his heart was bulging. He thought that this girl Duanmuqing had always been cold and had no food for fireworks, and he was worried about everything. Why did she feel so angry today?
Elder Lundaoshan looked at the ink painting that was hiding far away again, and was surprised.
"Could it be...had this brat Mo Hua be molested?"
"No..."
"If I look like Mo Hua, I am really molested by him, I won't suffer any loss..."
Elder Lundaoshan muttered in his heart. Of course, on the surface, he still looked serious and warned in a stern voice:
"Do not cause trouble in the mountain."
"I want to fight, I'll go to the swordsmanship field later. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Duanmu Qing bowed his hand.
Mo Hua and the others also saluted, "Yes, elder."
Seeing this, Elder Lundaoshan nodded slightly and slowly retreated.
The scene gradually became quiet.
Duanmuqing turned his head and looked at Mo Hua coldly. There was still an unconcealed murderous intent in his autumn-like eyes.
Mo Hua was shocked again, thinking that this woman was going to kill again.
But when it comes to Elder Daoshan, it is still a bit intimidating after all.
The rules of Daoshan are also relatively strict.
Outside the swordsmanship, disciples are strictly prohibited from fighting.
If something goes wrong again, no matter what the four sects and eight gates, these elders from the Mount of Dao will never show mercy.
Duanmuqing took a breath slowly, stared at Mo Hua, muttered his name, and murmured in a low voice:
"Ink painting...I remember it."
Then she stopped saying anything, turned around and left, leaving only a graceful back.
Other disciples of Wanxiao Sect also followed.
After Duanmuqing walked away, Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
Linghu laughed at the other two and felt a little relieved.
But then, everyone's eyes gathered on Mo Hua.
Cheng Momo looked at Mo Hua and asked curiously: "Senior Brother, do you know this... Fairy Duanmu?"
Ink painting shakes his head.
"There were no grudges before?"
"No..."
"Then she...want to kill you just now?"
Mo Hua nodded, "It seems to be."
Cheng Mo didn't understand a little.
When I met for the first time, I wanted to kill my younger brother?
Situ Jian was careful and asked, "Senior Brother, did you say something to her just now?"
Mo Hua did not deny it and nodded, "I saw that there was something wrong with her practice, so I kindly reminded her."
Cheng Mo was curious: "What did you remind her?"
"I..."
Before Mo Hua could speak, Situ Jian immediately stopped him, "Stop talking, younger brother, don't say anyone."
The young senior brother only said one thing, and Fairy Duanmu of Wanxiao Sect wanted to kill him on the spot.
If the younger brother said this and they all heard it, then all of them would probably be held grudge by the time.
So, it’s better not to say it.
This sentence carries the naked "killing intention" of the No. genius of Wanxiao Sect. They do not have the pattern of a junior brother, so they are not worthy of knowing it.
At the same time, Situ Jian sighed in his heart and said with emotion:
"The younger brother is worthy of being the younger brother, and he is born to mock the holy body."
"In just one sentence, the genius fairy who has always been cold can wish to kill him..."
Cheng Mo sighed too.
But in his sigh, he was more impressed:
"The younger brother is worthy of being the younger brother. In just one sentence, the most proud fairy in Qianxue can 'never forget' him..."
Mo Hua looked depressed.
Situ Jian thought for a moment and said, "Senior Brother, you have to be careful when discussing swords later. Duanmu Qing probably won't let you go."
Linghu Xiao also looked at the ink painting with some concern.
Cheng Mo is the same, but he is a little envious in his worries.
Mo Hua frowned, "It shouldn't be..."
This is a swordsmanship conference. She is a genius of the sect after all, and she can't "revenge private revenge"...
...
After that, the formal discussion was made.
Duanmu Qing caught Mo Hua and killed him throughout the whole scene.
All the secretly secretly produced by Wanxiao Sect of the Middle Heaven and even the highest magic spells were thrown to Mo Hua without any money.
I wish I could tear the ink painting into pieces.
The rocks were cut by golden light.
The forest was burned by the fire.
The mud was engulfed by quicksand.
The entire sword competition venue was subjected to the dense and surging "spell bombing" of Duanmu Qing, the top magic genius of Wanxiao Sect, and immediately began to transform.
Even Mo Hua could only escape in a panic by relying on his body skills.
This was the first time he had experienced the power of the top spiritual cultivation.
In his previous understanding, Senior Sister Murong Caiyun's Taixu Xiaguang spell was already strong enough.
But Duanmu Qing's magical attainments are obviously going to be further improved.
Duanmu is clear, with noble bloodlines, the fifth-grade Duanmu family's direct line, the highest-grade spiritual root, and the best-grade exercises are practiced.
The martial arts of the sky have almost reached the extreme, and the spiritual power is as vast as the sea.
Moreover, Duanmuqing's spiritual root type is the best five elements spiritual root.
The Big Five Elements Spiritual Roots are only one word different from the "Little Five Elements Spiritual Roots" in ink painting, but the difference between the two is completely different.
The great five elements spiritual roots have high spiritual roots, large spiritual capacity, and the five elements are generated and restrained, and they are integrated into one cycle, which is also strong in affinity with the five elements.
This type of spiritual root cultivator is born with a higher understanding of the laws of the five elements of heaven and earth. Learning the Five Elements spells faster, and the spells cast are also more powerful.
In comparison, the small five elements spiritual roots of ink painting are extremely simple.
The only characteristic is that it can learn the five elements magic.
Apart from this, it is just a "blank" spiritual root, with nothing.
Compared with the two, if Duanmu Qing’s big five elements spiritual root is a luxurious cave, the small five elements spiritual root of the ink painting is purely a broken house.
Duanmu Qing's magical system is also very similar to ink painting.
Duanmuqing was born in Wanxiao Sect and practiced the "Wanxiao Taoism" of Wanxiao Sect, which is a bit similar to the "Everything of all methods" of ink painting.
Of course, Duanmu Qing's magic move is not as fast as Mo Hua.
The flow of the five elements is not as natural as ink painting.
But the spells she practiced had higher grades, larger ranges, stronger power, and with the best spiritual roots, top-grade martial arts, and huge amounts of spiritual power, under the full force of all the exercises, a "river" of magic flowed through the entire mountain for a time.
In the sword-conference field, spells flowed everywhere.
Explosions came one after another.
Ink painting "Running with your head in your arms".
Outside the swordsmanship, the audience applauded and felt it was very satisfying!
"Okay! I am worthy of being the Fairy Duanmu!"
"Use his own way to use his own body and use magic to blow this stinky brat in Mohua to death!"
"This kid is arrogant and despicable every day, and now he is finally retribution."
Someone exclaimed: "The magic of Fairy Duanmu is truly unparalleled in the world..."
Someone was sad and depressed: "It's not only strong, but also beautiful."
"It is so beautiful that it is beyond the world, and it is not withstand fireworks."
"When will it be great if Fairy Duanmu can look at me, just look at me..."
"Can you have some promising luck?"
"That's..."
There are also some young talents with a little ambition and sighed:
"I only hope that in this life, I can compete with Fairy Duanmu at the sword contest, show what I have learned in front of her, and compete with her. Even if I die at the hands of the fairy in the end, I will die without regrets..."
There is a lot of sighs in words, and there is still a little tragic.
The disciples of the sect who were watching the battle thought of fighting with the fairy who was above the top of an iceberg and was untainted by the world.
I thought of the scene where the two people intertwined Taoism.
When I thought of the sad and sad scene when I died at the fairy's hands, I felt a little envy and fascination.
But soon, someone told the ugly truth:
"Your wish... seems to be fulfilled by that stinky brat in Mohua."
It was like a basin of cold water in the head, and everyone's face turned dark immediately.
As a genius in the sect, Mo Hua has been discussing swordsmanship with the fairy.
He also used spells to fight with the fairy.
Now, he is indeed going to die at the fairy's hands.
The "wish" they were so eager for, Mo Hua, was indeed the only thing that "died in Duanmuqing" was realized.
Some young talents felt a little sour in their mouths as if they had eaten a fly.
Many people even began to silently say in their hearts:
"This kid Mo Hua can die at anyone's hands, but you must not die at the hands of Fairy Duanmu, otherwise it would be a good deal for him..."
...
In the swordsmanship.
The ink painting that concentrates on sword discussions does not know that these people have so many dramas in their hearts.
But he was also really speechless.
Didn’t this mean that this is a “cold” fairy?
How could he be like a "crazy woman" who is unyielding and chasing him and killing him?
He muttered four words in a low voice. Is it really true?
Can the lethality of these four words really be so great?
But Duanmu Qing ignored it and just used magic to carry out large-scale bombing and "cleaning" the location of the ink painting.
Linghu Xiao wants to support ink painting.
But the more cold a person is, the more angry he becomes, the more nine cows can’t be pulled back.
Linghu Xiao's sword energy could not suppress Duanmu Qing's spells at all.
Even, he was resentful by Duanmu Qing and "coordinated" with Mo Hua, and was included in the range of bombing of Wanxiao's magic, and was suppressed so much that he could not repay his hands at all.
Linghu Xiao also experienced it in detail for a moment that a woman got angry and was so scary.
Cheng Mo and others were not feeling well. They were also "bombed" by the magic of other disciples of Wanxiao Sect, and they had no time to take care of them.
In this way, Taixu Sect was pressed and beaten throughout the whole process.
During this period, Mo Hua also made several attempts to see if he could use magic or formations to change the situation.
But every time he makes a slight move, he will instantly "irritate" Duanmu Qing, attracting larger and more ferocious spells "revenge".
Duanmu Qing, the top genius of the four sects, is already strong enough.
Not to mention, this is the "furious" version of Duanmu Qing.
Mo Hua was helpless and decided to lie down.
As time goes by, the disciples of Taixu Sect retreat one by one and were sent out of the venue.
Linghu Xiao took Mo Hua's last look, gave him a "no help" look, and was also "killed".
In the end, only ink paintings remain.
Mo Hua naturally still "will rather die than surrender". Seeing that there was no chance of winning, he pointed to his forehead, shattering the jade in Rendao and leaving the court after defeat.
Duanmu Qing wanted to use magic to retain the ink painting.
A magnificent Five Elements Spell Light swallowed the ink painting.
But her casting speed was still a little slower than that of Mo Hua.
Before this, the blue light flashed around Mo Hua, her figure faded, and she had already left the scene.
Duanmuqing looked indifferently at the place where the ink painting disappeared, his voice was low and cold:
"Next time, I will kill you..."
"Ink painting..."
...
The sword contest is over.
Wanxiao Sect won a hearty victory.
The audience also saw a refreshing sword contest.
The only drawback is that Mo Hua, the sinister and despicable boy, was not dead.
But when most people think that mere ink paintings are not worthy of dying at the hands of Fairy Duanmu, most people feel relieved.
Taixu Gate lost.
The monks of the sect had some regrets, but they were not too disappointed.
Against top geniuses like Duanmuqing, the chance of winning was very slim, so there was nothing we could do if we lost.
The only thing that is, the bad luck is.
The only thing that is, the trash is the Tianyi of Dao, and he does not give good cards to Taixu Sect.
In short, there are three of the four geniuses of Qianxue, Taixu Sect, who have encountered these three characters in the sword competition, and almost all of them are "must lose".
It means that they lost three games for no reason.
Generally speaking, it is not like this.
But if you are so lucky, there is nothing you can do. Sometimes luck is like this. When you click the back, you can even get a sip of cold water.
They can't settle the score with Lu Dao Tianyi.
But this is not what Mo Hua cares about in this swordsmanship.
Taixu Gate.
At night, the disciples live.
Mo Hua was lying on the bed, still thinking about Duanmu Qing.
There are scenes of the daylight in my mind.
Especially at the beginning, when he passed by Duanmuqing, he saw Duanmuqing's eyes.
Duanmuqing is beautiful and her eyes are beautiful.
But in her eyes, through the clear and cold background, when she looked deep, there was a pitch-black "shading".
This cloud of darkness is a little turbid, as if it is engraved in the soul.
Mo Hua was very surprised for a moment, so she subconsciously reminded her... "He said the heart is gone."
But Duanmuqing's reaction was too big.
These four words seemed to pierce her defense.
I saw through some secrets in her heart.
She actually wanted to kill herself on the spot...
Very weird...
"What is the turbid darkness in her eyes..."
At this time, the night was late, and Mo Hua was lying on the bed, thinking about it carefully, while the spiritual consciousness began to derive, and the secrets of heaven flowed from the heart.
After a while, Mo Hua's heart suddenly jumped and she immediately sat up straight, with a solemn expression.
One thing that came to his mind:
Rouge boat!
The gloom in Duanmuqing's eyes was very similar to the breath of the rouge boat, especially the evil fetal energy mechanism enshrined in the altar in the Dragon King Temple.
Mo Hua was shocked:
"Has this Duanmu Qing also got on the Rouge Boat?"
"She is also related to the evil god?"
Such a clear and eccentric fairy...
Mo Hua frowned, "It's impossible..."
But cause and effect are like this. No matter how impossible things are on the surface, as long as there is cause and effect, it has to be admitted.
And, more than that.
Mo Hua thought carefully and said, "Duanmuqing is one of the four top geniuses among the four major sects in Qianxuezhou..."
"If she had been to Yanzhizhou, what about the other three?"
"Shen Linshu, Xiao Wuchen, Ao Zhan, have you... been to Yanzhizhou?"
"Then... the 'Young Master' that appears in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is also mentioned in the mouths of the evil god's minions, who is it?"
"Who is the young man in the poppy-like causal chain that night I saw on the Yanshui River?"
"Is it one of these four?"
"Is it...Shen Linshu?"
No matter how you look at the ink painting, you think Shen Linshu is the most suspicious.
In particular, he is from the Shen family and is also related to Qiandao Sect.
The other three people, Duanmuqing should also have something to do with Yanzhizhou.
As for Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan, it is estimated that it is impossible for them to have nothing to do with each other...
But...
Another question arose in Mo Hua's mind: "Why didn't I see it before?"
At the sword contest, he had already fought with three people.
And Shen Linshu, he had met in Qingzhou City before.
If these four people were really related to the Rouge Boat, the Dragon King Temple, and the evil fetus, they would definitely be infected with the aura of the evil god.
Then, with his "original origin" with the evil god of the Great Wilderness, what should be seen?
But now, it was only by chance that he found this clue from Duanmu Qing...
Why?
The evil god... no, or what method did that Mr. Tu use to cover up all these auras?
It was so concealed that even the half-step god who swallowed the "evil fetus" could not be noticed?
Mo Hua's brows became tighter and tighter the more she frowned.
(This chapter ends)