Chapter 1296: Soul Breaking Needle

Mo You walked towards Qinglin step by step.

Qing Lin's expression was still sullen.

The cyan scales that had been shattered suddenly gathered in his hands again.

The hands covered with cyan scales turned fists into claws, and when they tore them apart, they forcibly ripped apart the raging sword intent around them.

"Huh?" Mo You frowned.

Phew... At the same time, Qing Lin waved his hand.

A wisp of Annihilation Astral Wind instantly surrounds the body.

The ferocious Gangfeng can actually compete with the surrounding Sword Intent.

Qing Lin's idea is very simple, to stop Mo You, as long as he persists until the secret realm is opened again.

Mo You frowned, he naturally knew what Qing Lin was thinking.

"Why?" Mo You spit out two low words.

After that, Mo You shook his head, "Let's end here."

When the voice fell, Mo You stretched out his hand and shook it gently.

Chong…

The sword that had been inserted into the ground instantly leaped into his hand.

Jian Zhi, Mo You's figure moved again.

The sharp blade slashed towards the Annihilation Gangfeng blocking Qinglin's body.

These annihilation Gangfeng, although powerful, but under his sword, can not hold a sword.

Chong…

The sharp sword fell.

Mo You said solemnly, "Let's end here."

Sure enough, the sharp sword slashed down, and the layer of Annihilation Astral Wind was continuously slashed.

However, just at this moment, a pair of palms covered with cyan scales swiftly came out from the annihilation Gangfeng.

click...

The two palms tightly grasped the blade.

"You..." Mo You frowned.

"My sword, you can't hold it."

"Really?" Qinglin asked back.

boom…

Suddenly, a ray of blue light swept the audience.

Under the ray of light, those with weaker cultivation were so stabbed that they couldn't open their eyes.

However, the light appeared quickly, but also disappeared quickly, just flashed by.

At that speed, almost everyone could not see what happened.

But Mo You, who was in front of Qing Lin, saw it very clearly.

"Your martial spirit turned out to be..." Mo You's face showed a look of surprise.

Even he had never seen Qinglin's spirit.

But now, in the flash just now, he saw it.

However, in the next second, he didn't have time to think about it, and his face changed greatly.

He clearly felt that the sword in his hand was being held firmly by a monstrous force.

The power of terror is heavy, like the pressure of a storm, and like the tumult of the sea.

the other side.

One of the five chiefs who was just watching Mo You and Qing Lin confrontation suddenly moved.

"Rather than just grab Qinglin's Qiankun Ring." Jin Chen suddenly sneered.

"Isn't it better to rob the other disciples and let Heiyun Xuejiao out of the game?"

whoosh…

Jin Chen's figure moved instantly, heading towards Heiyun Xuejiao disciple.

swoosh...swish...swish...

The disciples of Jinchen Academy immediately shot.

"Be careful." Tong Ye and Qin Yi's expressions changed.

But, with only two people, how can they be Jin Chen's opponents?

Jin Chen and the disciples of Jinchen Academy had grinning faces.

But this wicked smile soon dissipated under a cold gaze.

Mo You glanced at them indifferently.

Including Jin Chen, the arrogance of heaven showed fear.

However, that's about it.

But for a moment, including Qin Yi and Tong Ye, the points of the disciples and the treasures they had found before were all taken away by Jin Chen.

Jin Chen is one of the chiefs of the five major palaces, and his strength is far beyond the ordinary arrogance.

However, Jin Chen didn't make a serious move, he just wounded the disciples.

Mo You glanced at Jin Chen and the others, but didn't make a move.

Of course, he can't take action now.

With complicated eyes, he looked back at Qinglin again.

"Burning Martial Soul? Why?" Mo You's expression at this moment was extremely complicated.

The reason why his color changed was not because of Qing Lin's strength, but because Qing Lin was burning his martial soul.

At this moment, Qing Lin's strength soared to the extreme.

Under the enormous strength, it even made it difficult to withdraw the sword in his hand.

Under Qinglin's indifferent face, there was a flash of pride, but more, it was cold.

"Senior Brother Mo You is a sword cultivator. Without the sword, your strength will be greatly reduced."

"With my current strength, you can't win the Qiankun Ring."

"Why?" Mo You's other hand clenched his fist with a crackling sound.

The complex expression on his face turned into inexplicable anger.

"I said that after I go out, I, Mo You, will find these treasures of heaven and earth for you no matter what."

"Why so?"

Qinglin shook his head, "It's okay to not have the treasures of heaven and earth, but what about the points?"

"Without these points, Xuejiao is likely to rank at the bottom, or even be eliminated in the second round."

"What are the points?" Mo You said solemnly.

"Qinglin, you are not a new disciple."

"You should know that our Heiyun School doesn't care about these false names, and we don't care about the so-called rankings at all."

"I don't care about teaching and learning, what about Junior Brother Xiao Yi?" Qing Lin's tone was filled with an inexplicable roar.

Mo You shook his head, "Junior Brother Xiao Yi's temperament has always been casual, and he doesn't care about these false names."

"But I care." Qing Lin finally roared out.

"Junior Brother Xiao Yi didn't participate in the second round, but what about the third round?"

"You..." Mo You's tone suffocated.

"Why?" Mo You asked again.

"Why why?" Qing Lin asked back, "I'm a senior brother, he is a junior brother, what's the reason?"

Mo You's body trembled, and the hand holding the sword loosened slightly.

But soon, when he noticed the eager gaze on the weak face behind him, the hand holding the sword tightened again.

Mo You shook his head, "Do you think burning your martial soul will stop me?"

"Everything ends here."

Mo You's hand moved.

Hiss...just a puff.

The sword body that was originally held by the monstrous force was instantly withdrawn.

Sizzle... A burst of blood overflowed from Qing Lin's hands.

However, there was a hint of playfulness on Qinglin's face, "No."

"But Senior Brother Mo You too rarely sees us teaching disciples."

"Tong Ye."

I don't know when, Tong Ye has turned into a fire and appeared not far away.

A ray of blue light was instantly caught by Tong Ye.

Mo You frowned.

In the distance, Sikongyu's face turned cold, "Want to leave?"

Tong Ye turned into a flash of fire and left, and suddenly, a blue light was thrown in his hand, "Qin Yi."

Whoosh... Qin Yi took it, and the figure disappeared instantly.

The cooperation of the three was extremely perfect, and the handover was almost completed in an instant.

At this time, Qin Yi's figure has disappeared; along with the breath, it also dissipated.

"How is it possible, the speed is so fast that not even half of the breath is left behind." Sikongyu's face became anxious.

"Brother." Mo You called out eagerly.

Mo You nodded, his figure flashed, and he ran after him.

But suddenly, the footsteps stopped again, and he frowned.

Suddenly, an exclamation sounded from the crowd.

"Qin Yi, I remembered it, no wonder the name is so familiar."

"It's him, the enchanting who suddenly rises from the ten main halls of Fengsha Temple."

"There is no trace in thousands of miles, Qin Yi, the phantom wind."

In the distance, Qinglin sneered proudly, "With Qin Yi's ability, you can't catch up with the remaining time."

"Bastard." A cold drink.

A red figure suddenly appeared behind Qing Lin.

A dark long needle appeared in the figure's hand.

In the distance, Mo You's expression changed when he stopped, "Middle-grade holy weapon, soul-breaking needle? Mo You, no."

However, the red figure was shot out with one palm, and the long black needle instantly penetrated Qing Lin's seriously injured body.

"Pfft." Qing Lin spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Qinglin." Tong Ye's face changed greatly.

"Smelly woman, you are courting death."

A group of disciples who were studying and teaching suddenly erupted.

Qiang... A shocking sword intent instantly stopped everyone.

"Senior Brother Mo You." Tong Ye stared at Mo You in front of him with an ugly face.

Mo You shook his head, "No one can hurt my sister, neither can you."

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