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Chapter 43 Showdown

On Qinggeng Peak, there seems to be a murderous aura.

A lot of people gathered here very early on, apart from the disciples of Xuanzong Sect and Cangyun Sect, they were just people from the rivers and lakes who came to see the excitement.

At this time, the sun was shining, and the light reflected through the clouds on the two men standing on the opposite side of the peak.

Nuan Yang did not soften the stern face of the man in purple.

"Si, Kong, Lang!"

Cold words spit out from his mouth.

Mo Qingfeng found that the fire cloud imprint on his forehead was getting redder and redder, dazzlingly red, terrifyingly red.

Sikong Lang stood with his sword in his hand, with a complicated expression on his face. After a moment of confrontation, he finally spoke: "Xiao Qi, you are insane!"

"What is it with you?"

Sikong Lang frowned: "Xiaoqi, what happened in the past five years, why did you disappear back then, and what happened to the mark on your forehead?"

"Hmph, don't be so hypocritical. Didn't you come to my Qingyuan sect today just to take my life? You should be surprised that you didn't get rid of me back then, right?"

Seeing Mo Qingfeng's contemptuous and mocking expression, Sikong Lang immediately said: "I'm sorry, Xiaoqi, I know you hate me, but every word I said in the Xuanzongmen hall back then was from my heart, I"

With a sad look on his face, he hesitated to speak.

Mo Qingfeng said disdainfully: "So, today the majestic Xuanzong sect master led everyone to my Qinggeng Peak to reshape the old relationship with me?"

Sikong Lang seemed to be in pain: "Xiaoqi, stop."

Mo Qingfeng thought he heard it wrong, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Shut up? What kind of hand?"

"Xiaoqi, if you can stop and withdraw from the Jianghu, I am willing to join hands with you in the end of the world, forget about the past, and never ask about Jianghu again."

Suddenly, Mo Qingfeng's previously indifferent face showed a slight change that no one noticed, but it immediately returned to normal, and then laughed loudly: "Sikong Lang, do you know? This is the best thing I've heard this year." Are you laughing at a joke? Do you think we can go back to the past now? Or, you think I can forgive you like those infatuated women in ancient times and then go with you, don’t you think you are too naive? "

Mo Qingfeng looked at him intently, and then squeezed out a few words word by word: "My love, no betrayal and insult is allowed!"

Immediately, he grinned, his eyes turned red, and a strong wind rose from his body, pressing towards Sikong Lang's face with a thousand ounces of force.

Seeing this, Sikong Lang turned sideways and jumped into the air, his black silk robe fluttering with the wind.

The violent wind flashed past and disappeared over the peak where the two stood.

Sikong Lang easily dodged the attack, and landed lightly like an immortal, standing with his hands behind his back, but he still didn't draw out his sword an inch.

Mo Qingfeng saw Sikong Lang's vigorous internal energy running through his body, understood it, and sneered, "Huh, not bad, I must have practiced Xuanzong's sword art to a high level. But... do you think that I will be afraid of you?"

Sikong Lang sighed: "Xiao Qi, let it go."

Mo Qingfeng glared and responded: "If I don't let go today, what are you going to do? Kill me?"

"I won't, as long as you quit the arena, I won't let anyone hurt you."

Mo Qingfeng was even more angry when he heard this sentence, as if he was gnashing his teeth.

"Don't let anyone hurt me? Hahahaha! You villain, who do you think I am? I will trust you again and take your words seriously?! Master Sikong, don't need to say more, look at the palm!"

Sikong Lang's heart became colder and colder. From Sikong Lang to Sikong Sect Master, Mo Qingfeng put the distance between the two even further.

Suddenly, the color of the sky seemed to change, Mo Qingfeng raised his palm violently, and the force of thunder was about to fall on Sikong Lang.

A little bit of purple light appeared in front of Sikong Lang's eyes. Seeing that he was about to come towards him, he immediately used Xuanzong's sword art.

During the confrontation, as soon as the sword formula was released, the blazing fire shadow appeared out of thin air, and the fire snake was the blade, Fengdu opened the way, forcing back the little bit of purple light.

As soon as the powerful forces of the two sides collided, the birds and beasts on the branches were startled.

Mo Qingfeng frowned slightly, Sikong Lang's current strength is definitely not inferior to his own, if he fights recklessly, both sides will suffer!

The disciples of the Xuanzong sect standing on the sidelines watching the battle couldn't help praising such a wonderful fight, and some disciples couldn't help but asked, "Is this... the sect master's envoy... the Xuanzong sword art? "

Lu Jingyan, standing in front of all the disciples, said: "That's right, Xuanzong's Sword Art is Zhiyang's upright skill, and it can best restrain some insidious moves. The sword art is invisible at the beginning of practice, as long as it is practiced to a high level, the sword art It can be transformed into form, the fire snake you just saw was transformed by the sword formula, its power is infinite, and ordinary swordsmen can't stand it at all."

"Jing Yan, but the strength of the young master of the Qingyuan sect is not low. The palm technique of this method is too profound and weird. I'm afraid... the elder brother's sword art will not be able to restrain him."

At this time, Hong Ling who was standing beside Lu Jingyan frowned slightly, feeling uneasy in her heart.

At this time, a tall and tall man walked out of the camp of the Cangyun faction next to him.

"Hahahaha, didn't you say that Xuanzong's sword art was the number one magic skill of the four sects back then, what? Are you afraid of dealing with a Qingyuan sect demon now? If you are afraid...you should have said it earlier, I am not a cold-blooded and ruthless person The people who are here will never stand by and watch."

The man walked towards the place where Lu Jingyan and Hong Ling were while talking.

"Sect Leader Lan, our Xuanzong Sect does not need your help for the time being."

Hong Ling didn't even look at Lan Xuzhi, her displeasure was evident.

But Lan Xuzhi looked at the fight between Sikong Lang and Mo Qingfeng, and said impatiently: "Hey... can't you see that although these two people are fierce in every move, they always deliberately avoid each other's vital points, often The attack was ferocious but he was merciful everywhere. Because... neither of these two men was ruthless. However, even so, the martial arts of these two men are on par, and if they continue to fight, they will both lose. Wu Gong wants to completely restrain this demon, it can be said to be wishful thinking."

"You..." Hearing these words, Lu Jingyan's anger was provoked again. This person was clearly mocking the lack of strength of the Xuanzong sect.

The disciples of the Xuanzong sect all glared at Lan Xuzhi angrily, but due to the identity of the other party, it was hard to get angry.

At this time, the battle situation intensified, and the two still could not tell the winner.

Mo Qingfeng suddenly floated back to a place farther away from Sikong Lang, and suddenly pulled out the jade flute worn at his waist and placed it by his mouth.

As soon as the music came out, invisible sharp arrows seemed to spread around.

As soon as Sikong Langfu heard the sound of the flute, he knew how powerful it was, so he could only stand on the spot, put his palms together and use his internal energy to resist the sound of the squalling music.

Seeing this, the disciples who were watching the battle from a distance immediately shouted: "Everyone, cover your ears and concentrate on your skills!"

Everyone who came here knew how powerful the phantom sound was, so without thinking too much, they all sat on the floor, holding their breath and exercising.

The magic sound entered the ears, making people almost insane, some of the young disciples of the sect still spat out red blood foam from their mouths, and their whole bodies couldn't help convulsing.

Seeing this, Lan Xu knew that this matter was no small matter, if he didn't get rid of this devil as soon as possible, many disciples in his sect might be murdered by him.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and without thinking too much, he picked up his lightness kung fu and flew to the place where the two of them were at the top of the peak.

When Mo Qingfeng saw a man suddenly appearing, he sneered and said, "Huh... I didn't expect that I also found a helper, which is really good."

Sikong Lang didn't understand Lan Xu's appearance, so he said to Lan Xu, "Master Lan, I can handle it here, so I don't need your help for now."

Lan Xuzhi laughed loudly: "Oh, Sikong Lang, Sikong Lang, don't think that I don't know what you're thinking, do you think I'm a fool? I don't know anything about you and this devil, if I If you don't show up again, I'm afraid you won't be able to tell the winner until the evening."

Mo Qingfeng's face flushed slightly, but he didn't expect this person to see the clue of his move.

"Hmph... who are you?" Mo Qingfeng asked.

Lan Xuzhi was facing Mo Qingfeng, and smiled leisurely: "I am the head of the Cangyun Sect, Lan Xuzhi, it can be said that I have heard of Young Master Mo's kung fu for a long time, and I will come to experience the master's brilliant moves today!"

After speaking, he immediately waved his palm to Mo Qingfeng.

Mo Qingfeng saw that the palm force was coming rapidly, so he also held the jade flute in his hand and attacked in Lan Xuzhi's direction.

When the power of Zhangfeng and Yuxiao met, they instantly became invisible.

"Shadowless Magic Art? Oh... I remembered, it turned out to be you." Mo Qingfeng laughed, and continued: "Is that the disciple who plotted against the old head of the Cangyun Sect because of this secret book? Heh ...The style of your Baidao sect really makes us feel ashamed, tsk tsk."

When Lan Xuzhi heard this, his face immediately became unkind, and he shouted: "You monster, you dare to teach me a lesson, and you will be buried here today!"

Lan Xuzhi's eyes were full of fire, and he made another move, Wuying Shengong greeted the opponent without reservation.

Sikong Lang was horrified when he saw that Lan Xuzhi had tried his best.

Although Mo Qingfeng's martial arts methods are also strange and profound, there are really few people in the world who can resist Lan Xuzhi's shadowless martial arts.

So, he immediately turned around and came to Lan Xu, and blocked Lan Xu with his palms, saying: "Sect Master Lan, this is a grudge between me and him, it has nothing to do with you, please don't interfere!"

"Don't meddle? Are you crazy! I'm determined to do this today. Don't think that I don't know what you're planning. Today, you don't want to take this devil away!"

Lan Xuzhi gritted her teeth: "If you want to let this devil live today, then you must win me first. If you don't kill this devil today, I will be sorry to Mo Qi!"

Mo Qi? !