The young man glanced at the sword marks on Yao Muying's body, and the hostility in his eyes suddenly became heavier, and he sneered:

"It's mine now."

Mo Hua was startled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with an indifferent expression:

"You...want to steal my things?"

The young man in green clothes was slightly startled and sneered:

"I robbed it, so what can I do?"

There was a hint of defiance in the young man's tone.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly.

He could see that this young man in light blue robes was also in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. He was practicing swordsmanship and had superb swordsmanship. He didn't know which sect he was a disciple of.

But no matter which disciple he is, no monk of the same level has dared to snatch his things.

Even if they were robbed, they would still be vomited out with blood and bones.

Moreover, this young man had an unruly look on his face and was obviously hostile to himself, so he obviously would not give up easily.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly deep and he said slowly:

"If you dare to steal my things, don't blame me for being rude..."

The mountains and forests were silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little depressing.

The young man in green clothes across from him had a stern look on his face, but he couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart.

There's something wrong with this little brat...

It was clear that his blood was weak and his spiritual power was meager, but the aura around him was lingering with a faint sense of oppression.

At that moment, he realized that the kid in front of him was no ordinary character.

This feeling of oppression cannot be explained clearly, but it is extremely clear.

This intuition derived from the "clearness of the sword's heart" told him that the young boy in front of him must be a "big enemy" that should not be underestimated.

But this also aroused the pride in his heart.

Those who practice swordsmanship should have no fear in their swordsmanship and move forward indomitably.

The young man in green was a little nervous and a little excited at the same time.

Only by defeating powerful enemies can his sword skills become stronger!

Although I don't know how strong the little monk in front of me is, my intuition will not lie, and Kenshin's premonition will not be false either.

The young man in green slowly drew out the long sword in his hand.

His long sword is a simple and ethereal ancient sword with inexplicable meaning.

The sword body is shiny and shiny, with a faint blue light, like the clear moonlight, and it also hides an elegant murderous intention.

His expression was focused, his eyes were cold, his sword energy was flowing around his body, and he had an aura of inviolability.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly.

What a sharp sword.

He has never seen such a strong sword cultivator in the same class.

Even Situ Jian has never had such kendo aura.

In the forest, the sword flashed, and the evil plan suddenly appeared.

Without saying any nonsense, the young man in green pointed his long sword, and a light blue sword light shot through the sky like a crescent moon.

The body shape in the ink painting is like water, which can be avoided calmly.

The sword energy flew past Mo Hua, cutting off the tree trunk and sinking into the ground, leaving a clear sword mark.

This sword mark is almost exactly the same as the sword mark on the Demonic Wood Eagle.

Mo Hua threw a fireball with his backhand.

This fireball technique is not as powerful as the sword light of the young man in green, but it is fast and accurate.

The young man in green transformed into sword light, dodged a few times, and then distanced himself. However, the fireball technique seemed to have locked onto him. It circled slightly, changed the distance, and flew towards him again.

The young man in green had a gloomy look on his face, and with a slash of his long sword, a sword light split the fireball technique, canceling each other out.

But the power of the fireball technique is obviously not as powerful as the sword energy.

And in the blink of an eye, the second fireball technique arrived.

The young man in Tsing Yi's pupils shrank.

This spell is too fast.

He struck out a beam of sword light with his backhand and canceled out the fireball.

"Fortunately, the power is not enough..."

The young man in green said silently.

After that, the two of them, you set fireballs, I slashed with sword light, and at the same time, they used their body skills to move around and fight in the mountains and forests.

Both sides are testing.

Mo Hua wanted to try out how powerful the swordsmanship of this young man in green was.

The young man in green wanted to try out what other methods Mo Hua had.

After a while, Mo Hua felt that it was almost done.

The sword energy is very strong, but it is only at the top level in the middle stage of foundation building. He may have a big killing move, but he will definitely not be able to use it in front of himself.

The young man's movement seems to be that of sword escape.

It's fast, but not as fast as myself, and it's like a sword light, going straight and without change.

Mo Hua began to think about what method he should use to capture this young man in green.

Should I use the Small Meteor Forbidden Technique to get close, or should I go far away and use my spiritual consciousness to control the sword?

Or maybe they secretly draw a formation, ambush them, and then use spells to bombard them...

The ink painting is a bit confusing.

The troubling thing is that some methods that are too powerful are difficult to use.

Although this young man had stolen his monster and had a bad temper, he couldn't really beat him to death because of this, otherwise he would get into trouble.

It’s a bit difficult to win without killing...

On the other side, the young man in Tsing Yi was a little irritable.

Over and over again, it's the fireball technique.

The two of them went back and forth and fought for dozens of rounds, but this kid only used the fireball technique.

"Are you humiliating yourself?!"

The young man in green clothes was slightly angry, and then said in a cold voice: "You only know the fireball technique? What about your sword technique of breaking the golden gate? Why not use it?"

Mo Hua threw two more fireballs and said inexplicably: "I'm not the one who can break the Golden Gate, so what kind of sword technique can I use to break the Golden Gate?"

The young man in green was stunned when he heard this. He fired two more sword energy, which canceled out the fireball technique, and then frowned and asked:

"Aren't you the one who broke the Golden Gate?"

Mo Hua asked: "How do I look like I broke the Golden Gate?"

The young man in green pointed at the demonic wooden eagle, "You said this eagle was killed by a hunter. Aren't these sword marks on it the Qi of the Broken Gold Sword?"

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, thinking that's exactly what happened.

He wields the sword with his spiritual consciousness and uses the sword formation of the Golden Gate, so what he unleashes is naturally the sword energy of the Golden Gate.

Of course, the Broken Gold Sword Qi cannot be recognized.

Mo Hua said: "This is the sword energy passed down by my family. Why is it the Broken Gold sword energy?"

The young man in green frowned, "This sword energy is of the gold type..."

"Gold is one of the five elements. There are so many swordsmen cultivating gold-based sword energy in this world. What does it have to do with him breaking the Golden Gate?"

Ink painting is straightforward and confident.

The young man in green clothes paused for a moment and was speechless.

There seems to be nothing wrong with this...

Duanjinmen is famous for its gold sword energy, but not all golden sword inheritances are from Duanjinmen...

When he saw these golden sword marks, he concluded that the hawk demon was injured by the sword energy of those idiots at Duanjinmen, so he made the arbitrary decision...

The young man in green put away his sword silently.

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "You're not going to fight?"
To be continued...