"Boy, I'm here to accept my fate." Hua Junzi rose into the air, spreading his wings like a roc, and flew straight towards Mo Huasong.

At the same time, he stabbed with the long sword in his right hand, and the powerful blade shot towards Mo Huasong's heart.

As long as it hits, Mo Huasong will immediately fall to the ground and die.

Mo Huasong did not summon the fire spirit or sword spirit. He would not let go of this kind of battle that could enhance his strength.

"Come on." Mo Huasong's small white sword suddenly became longer, several times longer than before, and he cut directly towards the long sword.

But Hua Junzi is not a fool. He knows how terrifying the spiritual weapon is, so how can he collide with the Xiaobai Sword?

As a result, his body shape changed flexibly in the air and he avoided Mo Huasong's sword blade.

"Eh? Your Qinggong is still good." Mo Huasong looked at Hua Junzi in surprise.

"Of course, the most powerful thing about me, Mr. Hua, is Qinggong. No one can catch me." Mr. Hua smiled proudly. "Even those masters who are more powerful than me can't do anything to me."

Xiao Jie couldn't help but worry when she saw that Mo Huasong couldn't hit Hua Junzi.

The attack by Mo Huasong and the others just now broke all the tables and chairs in the barbecue restaurant, and all the broken things were blown away by the wind blades coming from their bodies.

At this time, everything around Mo Huasong and Hua Junzi was empty, as if something had been swept away.

"Boy, are you going to attack me again?" Hua Junzi mocked Mo Huasong proudly.

With his own strength, he doesn't need to be afraid of Mo Huasong's attack.

"Okay, come again." Mo Huasong continued to rush towards Hua Junzi.

"Swish, swish, swish." Three sword flowers appeared in front of him, directly attacking Hua Junzi's vitals.

Hua Junzi was secretly happy when he saw that Mo Huasong had fallen into the trap.

Fight, boy, when the energy in your body is almost exhausted, I will kill you in one fell swoop.

Although your spiritual weapons are powerful, what can you do to me if I don't fight with your weapons?

Hum, after a while, I can kill you and get the spiritual weapon in your hand. From now on, I will be able to run rampant in the world of cultivation. The more Hua Junzi thinks about it, the more excited he becomes.

Do they have spiritual weapons in their world of cultivation? There must be some. Some large sects must have spiritual weapons of Zhenmenzhen sect.

But those are treasures of the sect and are generally not taken out.

Now let him, a handsome gentleman, meet such a treasure, why shouldn't he be ecstatic?

This time it was really cool, not only did I get a beauty, but I also got a baby.

Hua Junzi's lightness kung fu is not limited. Although Mo Huasong's attacks are very sharp and fast, he can avoid them at critical moments, causing Mo Huasong's attacks to fail.

In this way, they continued to attack for more than a hundred moves, but Mo Huasong never hit Hua Junzi again.

"Boy, can you fight again?" Hua Junzi gasped.

Hua Junzi discovered a very serious problem. He killed one thousand enemies and suffered eight hundred losses.

He wanted Mo Huasong to lose his Qi, but he himself also had to lose it.

He had dodged for so long and spent a lot of energy to perform Qing Gong.

Otherwise, if it were any later, he would be hit by Mo Huasong.

Mo Huasong sneered, took out a pill from his arms and drank it. The energy he had just lost was immediately restored.

Comparing pills with him is really a joke.

That Xie Wuchou bought a lot of herbal medicine for him. As long as he has time, he can refine all kinds of elixirs.

"Eh? What did you eat?" Hua Junzi saw that Mo Huasong just took a pill, and it was like receiving divine help, and he quickly recovered his energy. Is this okay?

If he keeps fighting like this, he will suffer a loss.

Mo Huasong didn't say anything, and the small white sword in his hand struck out again, sweeping Hua Junzi with a terrifying wind blade.

"It's not good." Hua Junzi's eyes narrowed, and he secretly screamed that something bad was going to happen.

But in the fight just now, this kid actually advanced and is now at the seventh level of Qi Refining. How is this possible?

Although martial arts in the Qi refining stage is nothing, to advance to the next level, you don't get promoted just by fighting. You get promoted just by saying you advance. Are you kidding me?

At this time, Mo Huasong felt that his combat effectiveness had become much stronger. With the help of the fight with Hua Junzi, he advanced to the seventh level of second-level Qi refining.

Anyway, Mo Huasong has already practiced the martial arts in this Qi refining period twice, so it is very easy to advance to the next level. It will come naturally, just like drinking boiled water.

When Hua Junzi was about to use Qing Kung to escape to the left, suddenly a white light flashed over there, and the sword spirit was blocking him there.

Although Hua Junzi couldn't see the sword spirit, he could feel the danger there.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Hua Junzi simply gritted his teeth and slashed at Mo Huasong with his sword.

Mo Huasong got what he wanted, and the small white sword flashed and hit the long sword.

"when."

The long sword could not withstand the powerful attack of Xiaobai Sword and was directly broken.

When the broken sword was about to fall to the ground, the fire spirit flashed, wrapped the broken sword, and brought it back to Mo Huasong.

With Mo Huasong's ability, he can refine the materials of the magic weapon into a spiritual weapon.

If people in the world of cultivation heard it, they would think it was a fantasy.

But in front of Mo Huasong, the supreme weapon refining master of the Blue Meteor series, that is a piece of cake.

"Then, what is that?" Hua Junzi knew that he had hit a brick wall today. This kid was very scary and could fight beyond his level.

"I'll tell you when you're dead." Mo Huasong chuckled, and slashed at Hua Junzi again with his small white sword.

The attacks of spiritual weapons are indeed different and cannot be compared with magical weapons.

"Fuck you." Seeing this, Hua Junzi hurriedly used the broken sword in his hand as a hidden weapon, and shot Mo Huasong's head with a "whoosh".

At the same time, Hua Junzi used Qinggong to fly back.

If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood.

After he escapes, he will find powerful masters to seek revenge against Mo Huasong.

Damn, that's a spiritual weapon. As long as he has such a powerful spiritual weapon, he can leapfrog and fight with masters of the Golden Core stage.

"Huh." The fire spirit flew out again and swallowed the broken sword.

Mo Huasong sneered and chased forward: "Humph, Mr. Hua, can you still escape?"

Mo Huasong was seen rushing forward like a ghost, and the sword spirit was also outflanking him.

"Boom." Sword Spirit took action. Although it was not as strong as Hua Junzi, it could still prevent him from escaping.

In just this breath, Mo Huasong flew in front of Hua Junzi, raised the small white sword with strong killing intent, and struck at Hua Junzi.

"boom."

The small white sword emits a terrifying white light, swallowing up the nearby air. It seems that everything is still, allowing it to be slaughtered.

"Not good." Hua Junzi saw that the situation was not good, so he moved his right hand, and he didn't know when the flower fan appeared.

At this time, Hua Junzi raised his fan, intending to block Mo Huasong's sword move.

But how could the fan withstand the attack of Xiaobai Sword's spiritual weapon? With a hiss, the fan was broken open by Xiaobai Sword and went straight to Hua Junzi's face.

But at this moment, the cracked fan emitted terrible black smoke, shrouding Mo Huasong in front.

Hua Junzi took this opportunity to avoid Mo Huasong's attack.
Chapter completed!