Chapter 170 Killing Mo Shaoge

After a short while, Huan Yin stood opposite Mo Shaoge and smiled strangely at him. The way he looked at Mo Shaoge was exactly the same as the way he looked at other disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect before.

In the previous short half a while, more than thirty disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect became Huan Yin's nutrients. As for the rest, Huan Yin did not chase them anymore, because those people had already run far away, and Huan Yin had almost returned to his normal appearance, but the heroic spirit between his eyebrows had long since turned into evil spirit.

Mo Shaoge stared at Huan Yin opposite him with a serious face. Now Huan Yin gave him a much stronger feeling than before. He even felt the pressure from the fluctuations of cultivation from Huan Yin's body.

"Not running anymore?" Mo Shaoge asked Huan Yin.

"It's your turn." Huan Yin grinned, and the killing desire in his eyes became more obvious.

Mo Shaoge laughed loudly: "Hahaha, good, let's fight head-on to see whether your evil magic is powerful or my cultivation is profound!"

Huan Yin shook his head and said contemptuously: "You are just my prey."

Mo Shaoge stopped talking to Huan Yin, and played the piano with both hands again, and cast various spells against Huan Yin. But this time Huan Yin's target was Mo Shaoge. He did not expose his back to Mo Shaoge again, but directly drew out the Yin sword and rushed up to meet Mo Shaoge's spells.

"Juling, go!" Huan Yin ran quickly, and even roared during this period.

Juling, who was beaten back by Mo Shaoge in the air, raised his double mace again and killed Mo Shaoge. With one person and one spirit attacking, Mo Shaoge suddenly felt a sharp increase in pressure, especially Huan Yin now. He felt that Huan Yin in the Qi Condensation period seemed to be a few points stronger than himself.

"How is it possible!" Mo Shaoge found that his mind was unstable, and he quickly concentrated his energy and cast a spell on Huan Yin frantically.

However, Huan Yin rushed over with great momentum, and the sword energy kept coming out when he raised his hand. He not only blocked Mo Shaoge's magic one by one, but also counterattacked, causing Mo Shaoge to be blinded by a burst of sword energy.

"So strong!" Mo Shaoge was shocked, and his spiritual power surged, and he flew into the air, instantly avoiding Huan Yin's sword energy, and wanted to play the piano and cast a spell again.

However, as soon as Mo Shaoge took off, the giant spirit had already raised his double mace in the air and waited for him. As soon as Mo Shaoge arrived, the giant spirit pressed down with the mace, catching Mo Shaoge off guard.

Mo Shaoge was shocked and instantly took out a hand drum to block the giant spirit. The hand drum grew in the wind, and instantly blocked Mo Shaoge's figure completely underneath. Then there was a loud "bang", and the giant spirit's double mace hit Mo Shaoge's hand drum.

Mo Shaoge's hand drum was really strong, and the giant spirit hit it with all its strength, but it didn't move at all in the air. However, Mo Shaoge, who was under the hand drum, was shocked and felt dizzy.

Huan Yin saw Mo Shaoge's flaw and instantly broke the magic in front of him and rushed towards him frantically.

Mo Shaoge was still in shock, and suddenly saw a sharp sword energy coming towards him. His face was shocked again, and then he was under the hand drum, quickly straightened the seven-string seven-tone zither, and shouted: "Sixth tone, high mountains and flowing water!"

As soon as the sixth tone came out, all the magic spells that Mo Shaoge had cast before disappeared instantly, but Huan Yin suddenly stopped in the air, and even the sword energy he cast seemed to be eaten by something, and the speed slowed down instantly.

At this moment, Huan Yin felt as if he was suddenly in a deep quagmire, and his every move was pulled by an unknown force, making it difficult to move.

"You can be proud of yourself for forcing me to use high mountains and flowing water!" Mo Shaoge said to Huan Yin in the air.

"It's just flowing water now, as for the mountain, just listen to me!" Mo Shaoge shouted loudly with a gloomy face.

It turned out that what trapped Huan Yin now was flowing water, but Mo Shaoge's flowing water was really weird. Not only was it silent and invisible, but it was also like mud, trapping Huan Yin tightly and unable to control himself.

Next, Mo Shaoge kept playing in the air. As his piano sound became more and more passionate, the sword energy shot at him had dissipated, and a huge mountain shadow gradually solidified above Huan Yin's head.

For the first time, Huan Yin's eyes showed a trace of surprise. He looked at the mountain shadow that was becoming more and more solid in the air, and his heart gradually began to become clear.

"The tenth level of Qi Condensation is a terrible realm. It actually made me lose my mind and become a killing machine. But if I can really kill Mo Shaoge, maybe I will be able to gain a firm foothold in this realm and no longer become so crazy." Huan Yin thought to himself.

Then, Huan Yin's mind sent out a divine thought, and he threw the Yin Sword, which immediately flew above his head. Huan Yin looked at the Yin Sword above his head, and his spiritual power surged, and he shouted: "Shadow Sword Technique!"

In the blink of an eye, the Yin Sword split into two, two into four, four into eight, and finally the shadows of eight Yin Swords were arranged in a line above Huan Yin's head.

"Cut!" Huan Yin roared, and the eight Yin Swords lit up at the same time, rushing towards the mountain above his head.

"High mountain!" Seeing Huan Yin's resistance, Mo Shaoge danced faster with his hands and shouted loudly, and the mountain above Huan Yin's head instantly solidified into a real huge mountain, pressing down on Huan Yin.

Huan Yin looked at the behemoth that suddenly fell, and a fierce look suddenly appeared on his face. His spiritual power surged wildly, controlling the eight Yin Swords to the top of the mountain.

The eight sword beams soon entered the shadow of the mountain and came into contact with the mountain, and a huge sound of confrontation followed. Huan Yin's sword was extremely sharp, and it quickly split Mo Shaoge's mountain into pieces, causing the earth and rocks to fly like rain.

However, the falling earth and rocks were like a drop in the ocean for the huge and heavy mountain. The mountain in the air was still as steady as before, pressing down little by little. Even if Huan Yin used all his strength to control the eight swords to resist, he could only slow down the mountain's fall, but could not stop it at all.

Finally, the mountain in the air pressed in front of Huan Yin, completely covering Huan Yin under its shadow. Mo Shaoge in the air kept playing, with a smug smile on his face.

"As long as I can kill you today, it will be worth it even if I return to the sect and get scolded by the sect master!" Mo Shaoge laughed wildly.

Suddenly, in the darkness covered by the shadow of the mountain, a ray of light suddenly lit up, and then Mo Shaoge heard a voice shouting: "Tear the night!"

As soon as the voice came out, the light under the mountain began to spread towards the inside of the mountain, and soon a bright light appeared in the middle of the mountain.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the ray of light completely reached the top of the mountain, and then the mountain suddenly split into two in the air and collapsed to both sides.

In the middle of the collapsed mountain, a figure suddenly rushed out, it was Huan Yin.

"What kind of magic is that, it actually broke my high mountain and flowing water, how is this possible!" Mo Shaoge's expression was distorted, and he couldn't believe his eyes. His magic was broken, and a surge of blood surged in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out immediately.

However, Huan Yin who rushed out from the bottom of the mountain was not much better. His mouth was already bloody, and it seemed that he was injured when fighting against the mountain.

"I don't believe that you, a Qi Condensation cultivator, can withstand my seventh sound." Mo Shaoge shouted loudly with a crazy look on his face.

Then, he pushed the seven-string seven-tone zither forward, stroked the zither with his left hand, and took out a booklet with his right hand, which seemed to be a music score.

"The seventh note, Guangling San!" Mo Shaoge opened the book with his right hand, looked at it with his eyes, and played again with his left hand.

This time, as Mo Shaoge played, waves of yellow smoke began to emanate from him around him, spreading outward.

The smoke spread very quickly and soon touched the grass on the ground. The grass withered in an instant after being smoked by the smoke, and even the stone in the middle of the grass turned into ashes when it encountered the smoke.

"The disciple of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the ultimate move is indeed to use poison!" Huan Yin looked solemnly at Mo Shaoge who was immersed in playing. At this moment, it seemed that there was nothing else in his eyes except the music score. The grass around him had long been barren, and this barrenness was spreading outward rapidly.

Huan Yin looked at Mo Shaoge solemnly, stretched out his hand, and the eight Yin swords flew in front of him, then he pointed at Mo Shaoge in the air, and the seven shadow swords flew towards Mo Shaoge.

However, when the Shadow Sword flew into the range of the yellow smoke, a wisp of smoke suddenly rose from it, and then the sword slowly disintegrated in the air.

"So strong!" Huan Yin was shocked, and picked up the Yin Sword in his hand and shot another sword energy at Mo Shaoge. However, the sword energy, which was always invincible, began to disintegrate by itself when it entered the range of the yellow smoke, and it completely dissipated before it rushed to Mo Shaoge.

"What kind of poison is that!" Huan Yin was shocked, but at this moment, Mo Shaoge had a sneer on his face.

"My Guangling Powder was passed down by the sect master himself. I wonder what you can do to me?" Mo Shaoge said coldly.

Huan Yin looked at the smoke that was getting closer and closer to him, and finally took out the Yang Sword. Then he stood up with a bow step, raised the Yang Sword and pointed it at Mo Shaoge, chanting: "Tear the Night!"

The moment Huan Yin opened his mouth, Mo Shaoge's expression suddenly became extremely solemn, because he could feel great pressure from the sword in Huan Yin's hand, especially after Huan Yin used his spiritual power, the pressure became more obvious.

This was the first time Huan Yin used the Yang Sword to perform the Shaoyang Sword Qi. As soon as Huan Yin's spiritual power reached the sword, the Yang Power in the Yang Sword instantly stimulated the initial Yang Power needed in the Shaoyang Sword Qi, and the Shaoyang Power at this moment was so strong that Mo Shaoge could feel the high temperature on Huan Yin's sword from such a distance.

"What kind of sword is this, what kind of power is this!" Mo Shaoge's face finally showed a look of surprise, and his hands increased the power to play, making the poisonous fog around him thicker.

"Boom!" A blazing Shaoyang Sword Qi with endless light, like a real sun, killed Mo Shaoge!

Three more tomorrow! Writing is not easy. I hope that all book lovers can subscribe to the genuine version and vote for this book. Thank you very much!