Holding the Flame Mo Knife in his hand, Mo Yu's figure flashed. After he sank all his thoughts into the Moon God's clone, he seemed to feel something different.

First, his consciousness was strengthened, and seemed to be able to accommodate more information, allowing him to open his eyes a little again, and second, his emotions were calmer and immersed in a feeling similar to ruthlessness and desirelessness.

This ruthless and desireless feeling made him more rational, stabilized his spirit, and became more and more comfortable in dealing with Meng Qi's offensive.

After Meng Qi discovered the cracking method of the Moon God clone that did not touch all things, he began to deliberately block the glory from the huge bright moon in the sky.

Under the moonlight, every sword that Meng Qi attacked Mo Yu would pass by Mo Yu mysteriously, but when the moonlight was blocked, Mo Yu had to use skills to dodge or take over Meng Qi's offensive.

The power provided by the Moon God clone itself seems to be a little weaker than the giant formed by Meng Qi's mythical form, but with the blessing of the Flame Sword, it is already comparable to Meng Qi.

In addition, the Moon God clone has the advantage of not being able to touch all things. In this battle, if it is only compared to power, Mo Yu actually has an advantage, but Mo Yu's skills are more weak.

When he flashed and used the Qinglian Sword Song, he could not achieve that kind of ethereal and light feeling. He would often be caught by Meng Qi to catch the flaws or estimate the trajectory, and then interrupt his moves and even counterattack him.

This time, Mo Yu did not seek help from Mr. Qinglian. He relied entirely on his martial arts insights and martial arts cultivation to fight with Meng Qi, who had reached the pinnacle, because he knew that this was an excellent opportunity.

There are very few people in this world who have reached the peak of martial arts, and even fewer people can just put Mo Yu on pressure. What Mo Yu sees and knows is only his sister and the swordsman in the previous Baicheng incident. The swordsman is dead, and his sister has entered the Taoist realm. Moreover, Mo Yu clearly knows that his sister will never kill him when fighting with him, and it is impossible to have life and death pressure.

According to Mr. Qinglian, Wei Qiyuan seems to be a martial arts master who has reached the pinnacle, but that guy is slippery like a snake and has never exposed his martial arts ability at all.

This battle with Meng Qi was just right. With the help of the power of the Moon God clone, he could just take the advantage in the battle and quickly make up for it after some mistakes. Meng Qi himself reached the pinnacle of martial arts and had experienced countless battles. He was a strong man who came out of life and death.

His martial arts insight and keenness to moves are even better than his sister. Although his sister's martial arts talent is extraordinary, she has not experienced so many life-and-death battles, nor has she seen so many endless enemies.

And sometimes Meng Qi would deliberately guide Mo Yu to reveal some flaws. Often, Mo Yu could just make an insignificant mistake, and Meng Qi could lead him to become a huge flaw.

When this thought passed Mo Yu's mind, he was temporarily distracted and not even distracted. The blade that Meng Qi had originally waved was actually quietly brushing Mo Yu's shoulders and attacking Mo Yu's neck.

He had long discovered that he was distracted and analyzing these problems, and deliberately slowed down the pace to guide himself to separate more minds until these distractions gradually turned into a huge flaw.

Not only that, he also kept waving his double blades hard, and every attack made a sound of breaking through the air, so that he could use the sound as a sign of his attack. When he used this quiet and silent move, he would briefly hesitate because he did not hear the familiar sound of breaking through the air.

This is a desperate battle that Meng Qi has planned for a long time!

A clear enlightenment arose in Mo Yu's mind.

But at this moment, the blade as thin as a cicada wing was already approaching his neck with a terrifying speed, and it was too late to dodge. No matter where he dodges, he could not escape the pursuit of the blade.

There must be some way! There must be some way!

In such an urgent environment, Mo Yu felt more and more calm.

The martial arts knowledge of Qinglian lay Buddhists that he had used and the memories of the past battles came back to his mind in this instant.

As the memory repeats faster and faster, his consciousness gradually blurred and immersed in a mysterious Taoist aggregate.

In this haze, almost subconsciously, the blade of the Modao in his hand passed to the side, and the huge blade crossed the sky like light feathers, and the flames left a trace of a lotus petal in the sky.

All this was almost done in an instant. The moment the transparent blade was about to touch Mo Yu's neck, the huge Mo knife blocked the blade.

Bang--

The sound of collision, as if two pencils were slowly colliding together, sounded gently under the quiet night.

After the collision ended, the surrounding environment fell into a brief tranquility, and then the explosion of layers of stone slabs shattered sounded one after another at the feet of the two, and the splashing gravel floated into the air.

Meng Qi took a step back, his body wriggled, and he stretched out his two heads and two arms, showing the three-headed and six-armed ones. However, there were no weapons in the new four arms. The two arms in the middle were pressed on his chest and pulled out two sharp bone knives. The bone knives were twisted and deformed in his hand, one turned into a long sword and the other turned into a spear.

The two arms at the bottom clenched their fists with both hands, and the hard bones stretched out from his hands, covering the entire fist. Several hard and sharp bone spurs also stretched out from the fist gloves.

Mo Yu did not see Meng Qi's bone hyperplasia. He held a huge Mo knife in his hand and his footsteps outlined the trajectory in the void and rushed towards Meng Qi.

At this moment, in the conference room on the top floor, he closed his eyes and sank all his consciousness into the waist of Mo Yu's body, a white-clothed phantom slowly emerged. He leaned against the broken glass curtain wall, his eyes passed through a long distance, quietly watching the battle between Mo Yu and Meng Qi below.

Mo Yu's mind gradually became silent in the wonderful Taoist aggregate. His steps came out without any wind, and he appeared in another direction in the distance almost instantly.

His body seemed to have been completely integrated into the wind, and he himself was the oneness of the wind.

Mo Dao cut out huge knife marks on the ground. From a high altitude, these knife marks extended out to form a huge regular octagon. Mo Yu's footsteps moved between the regular octagons. The flames accompanied by the flame sword followed his footsteps and gradually formed a huge lotus pattern on the ground.

"This kid."

The figure of the lay Buddhist Qinglian smiled, took out a wine gourd from somewhere, took a sip, and the figure slowly dissipated.

When the lotus was completely formed, Mo Yuxin felt something and retreated from the mysterious realm, glanced at the eight huge knife marks around him, and smiled.

It turned out that when I first saved Yue Luo, Mr. Qinglian taught himself the method of carving the Taoist song of Qinglian Sword.

The eight sword marks correspond to the eight laurel statues. Using these eight fixed points as reference points, a coordinate system can be constructed. With the help of this special coordinate system, the Taoist marks of the Qinglian Sword Song can be outlined and then mastered the Taoist aggregate.

Although Mo Yu did not impressed this method, it was still hidden in the deepest part of Mo Yu's memory. Just one sudden enlightenment could connect everything like a natural result.

After thoroughly understanding the mysterious Taoist aggregate, Mo Yu finally saw the boundary of heaven and earth that stretched in front of all the martial arts powerhouses.

To reach the pinnacle!

"it's over."

Looking at Meng Qi, who was standing at the center of the lotus, Mo Yu said softly.

His figure disappeared instantly.

Meng Qi's two arms at the bottom quickly blocked his arms, but was still one step late. A beautiful lotus bloomed in front of him and pierced into his body. Finally, the lotus petals converged and directly cut off his two arms at the bottom.

Before he could react, several lotus flowers bloomed one after another, stabbed into his body with one knife, instantly slashing his remaining four arms, and the pair of transparent two swords flew into the air together.

Two arms squirmed out of their bodies. Meng Qi jumped up and wanted to grab the two swords in the air, but Mo Yu was faster and directly grabbed the hilts of the swords into his hand.

【Congratulations on obtaining the Platinum Spell Card: Marriage Rope】

The moment he started with the two swords, a strong emotion poured into Mo Yu's mind, and he seemed to be lost in his mind.

In this moment, Meng Qi in the air had reversed his offensive and waved his fists covering the bone spurs to attack Mo Yu, but what was greeted was not the thin body of the Moon God clone, but a blooming lotus.

The influx of emotions was instantly suppressed by the ruthless and desireless feeling brought by the Moon God clone, but Mo Yu knew that this was Meng Qi's plan, so he simply used the plan and sold a flaw.

Meng Qi couldn't do anything and just hit the huge lotus. After the huge lotus bloomed, new lotus flowers followed, and huge swords pierced his body countless times.

His body suddenly became dilapidated and fell from the air powerlessly. While it fell, the huge body formed by the mythical form slowly disappeared, landing on the ground, and turned into the gray-haired old man again.

Two transparent blades fell from the sky and penetrated deeply into the ground. Mo Yu's body instantly exchanged positions with the Moon God clone. As consciousness returned, the boy in white, whose eyes were originally closed, slowly opened his eyes. He held the huge Mo knife, and aimed the blade covered with flames at Meng Qi who was already lying on the ground.

"Cough cough..." Meng Qi supported himself up with difficulty, sat up from the ground, coughed twice, and looked at Mo Yu with a pale face, "Director Yan, you won. You can take my old man's life as long as you want. Can you let my grandson have a way out?"

Then he smiled bitterly, his body lost all his energy, and his hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a truly old man, "When I was young, I always wanted to make achievements and have no time to accompany my wife and children. Leyan's parents died early, and I only have this young grandson, so I spoiled more. Although he was a bit naughty by nature, his nature was not bad."
Chapter completed!