Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 23: Just one move
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Mo House, at the door.
Zhao Jiuge took Mo Linger up the steps made of big bluestone. Two big stone lions still stood quietly at the door of Mo Mansion, but the aura of the eight men in black and light armor at the door became different. A murderous aura permeated from the Mo Mansion, Zhao Jiuge was puzzled.
As he walked up the steps and was about to enter the Mofu compound, Zhao Jiuge found that the eyes of the eight men in light armor guarding the gate were all focused on him, looking at their unfriendly look and puzzled faces. Slightly sinking, the changes in the Mofu compound should have something to do with him, take a deep breath, calm down, and walk towards the courtyard calmly.
The compound.
As soon as Zhao Jiuge came in, the cold hair stood up on his body. Zheng Jie was like a pair of poisonous snakes. After waiting for a long time, he waited for his prey. The momentum exploded, and he stepped forward and stared at Zhao Jiuge closely.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, everyone raised their heads and looked at Zhao Jiuge. The young boy’s slightly immature face changed color tightly, and immediately became a light cloud and breeze again, as if bumping in the waves. No matter how dangerous you are, I will stand still.
Looking around, in addition to Mo Longjie and a few old people from the Mo family, dozens of light armor and black house generals are all standing in the yard. Mo Longjie looks calm at this time and cannot see Whatever I was thinking, I couldn't guess any emotions. In addition to Mo Lao and Yao Lao, there were also a few old people. At this time, they looked at Zhao Jiuge with a good expression.
As for the dozens of black-clothed and light-armored men behind them, they were probably infected by the commander of Zheng Jie's family. They were all in a murderous manner, staring at Zhao Jiuge with ill will.
A gust of wind blew the leaves in the courtyard. Looking at this formation, Zhao Jiuge seemed to understand something in his heart, as if he didn't understand anything, his face seemed calm, but he looked at everyone with a little stubbornness. Sweeping away, but silent, because of inner pride.
The energetic Zheng Jie looked at Zhao Jiuge’s face, trying hard to see a trace of tension and anxiety in the eyes of the ten-year-old boy in front of him, but he was disappointed. The boy was as calm and calm as ever, and at the same time wanted to show this. After waiting for the battle, the boy's reaction was precisely that he didn't take himself seriously, and he couldn't help becoming angry.
"Zhao Jiuge, I have always heard that you are young, your ability to forge blood and your spiritual strength is extraordinary. Today, I, the leader of the Mo family, Zheng Jie, come to learn." With both hands clasped fists, dressed in the wind. Fluttering, with a decent murderous aura, matched with that pretty handsome face and unspeakable flavor, those Mo family generals looked at Zheng Jie with admiration, and even the faces of the Mo family’s several old people who were strange to Zhao Jiuge. A smile appeared on all of them, eyes gleaming, and he nodded lightly.
Zhao Jiuge's pupils moved lightly, and he still didn't say anything, but looked at Mo Longjie. Mo Longjie had been there with a calm face and didn't know what he was thinking. At this time, he found Zhao Jiuge looking at him and explained with a chuckle "Oh yes, Zheng Jie came to me this morning because of the three appointments next month. The last place was not given to him. He wants to compete with you and compete for the last place." Later, he looked at Zhao Jiuge intently, with some inexplicable expression in his eyes, but Zhao Jiuge was surprised when he saw the eyes.
Looking at the challenge, Zhao Jiuge didn’t even look at him. Zheng Jie’s nose was getting crooked, and his eyes became colder. He vowed to give Zhao Jiuge some color when he tried. .
Mo family backyard, competition field.
Zhao Jiuge and Zheng Jie are opposed to each other. They have more or less opinions about what Zheng Jie has done. Although he is usually modest, it does not mean that he has no pride in his bones. Zhao Jiuge has always developed revenge and revenge since his childhood. Kindness repays kindness, a distinct character of love and hatred
"Leader Zheng, come on." The surrounding family generals shouted in unison. Mo Linger was unwilling to lag behind and shouted, "Brother Jiuge, come on, Linger looks after you." The two little hands were still waving, and the delicate little faces were filled with faint little faces, and there was indeed some worry in the dark eyes.
Hearing Mo Linger's lovely shouts, the calm lake that had originally looked like a wave was thrown into it by a pebble, causing a layer of ripples, waved ripples, and the corners of his mouth smiled slightly.
At this moment, Zheng Jie moved, with a boom, an invisible spiritual power wave filled the competition arena, the clothes rustled, the right hand was lifted lightly, and the spiritual power of the whole body was running at high speed. Then, he injected into the thick knife in his hand, paced up, rushed towards Zhao Jiuge, and saw a residual shadow in front of Zhao Jiuge in a blink of an eye. He held it high and slashed, and the sword came like a silver moon through the air, quickly The steady knife rubbed against the air in the air, making a harsh sound.
Looking at Zheng Jie's hand and drawing a knife, Zhao Jiuge still stood quietly, his black clothes swayed slightly due to the fluctuation of his aura, the big knife in front of him went from far to near, and the heavy knife in the dark eyes was also As it grew from small to large, the light of spiritual power was slightly dazzling, and the pupils stretched slightly, and he lightly drew the light blue long sword behind it, buzzing as if the long sword couldn't wait, and eager to fight.
In a blink of an eye, the big sword has been drawn in front of him, and the right hand holding the long sword lightly stabbed, and the tip of the sword was accurately spotted on the tip of the big sword. The long sword exudes a light blue light, not as alive as the big sword. It was dazzling, one whistling like a silver moon, and the other like the light of rice grains lightly stabbing the blade inwardly.
"Bang" seemed to have a dull contact, but there was a loud noise. Zhao Jiuge did not retreat in a single step, and the spiritual power of his whole body was continuously running throughout his body. Zheng Jie leaped into the air and fell into gravity. The whole body was unharmed, but The snakelike cracks twisted and twisted from the soles of Zhao Jiuge's feet and spread from all around.
As soon as Zheng Jie slashed, the whole tiger's mouth became numb, and he stepped back three steps in a row. He let out a sigh of suffocation, and his color became serious. Looking at the boy who was a head shorter than him, he didn't think of his spirit The strength is not as strong as others.
The match between the two inside the court seemed to be slow, and everyone outside the court saw it for a moment. The generals in black light armor looked astonished. They didn't expect that the usual majestic commander would actually fall behind. They all stopped talking and mocking the boy in the field. When Mo Linger looked at the scene in front of her, she smiled, revealing two dimples, revealing white teeth, and a faint blush on her cheeks, as if she was the one who was fighting in the field.
Mo Longjie's expression remained unchanged, but Old Mo still smiled, but the expressions of the other old people also became deep and he looked at the court without saying a word.
Licking his lips and biting his teeth, Zheng Jie rushed over again, and his whole body of spiritual power rushed into his right hand frantically, instilled into the heavy knife in his hand, preparing for a quick battle.
Zhao Jiuge watched Zheng Jie rushing over without death, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the light in his eyes became condensed. Seeing Zheng Jie as he was going all out, he was not ready to keep his hands anymore. And, again and again, Zhao Jiuge started to get angry again, and it would be boring if there were too many things!
Relying on his good physical fitness, he ran against Zheng Jie, and as soon as he reached the afterimage, he came to Zheng Jie. Zheng Jie was slightly lost and praised the fast speed in his heart, and then opened his eyes at Zheng Jie. In the middle of the game, he kicked a kick to his chest. The pain in his chest and then lost the center. Zheng Jie fell to the ground with a bang and slid back several meters. With a wow, blood was spit out, remaining at the corner of his mouth, and he stood on the ground with his right hand. Rise.
Zhao Jiuge's right hand holding a light blue long sword shook slightly, and a few sword flowers dazzlingly came out. I saw Zheng Jie's clothes ripped apart with a few beatings, but there was no damage to the skin. This control of spiritual power is embarrassing.
Then ignoring everyone, Yun Danfeng walked towards his room lightly. The young man’s back was so tall in everyone’s eyes, but Zhao Jiuge didn’t care at all at this time, as he practiced so After many days, I have seen and heard a lot in Dongyang City, and Zhao Jiuge is no longer the first time practicing Xiaobai.
I also know the level of the exercises. Some exercises are poor and they can’t practice for more than a lifetime, but some can make people stand up. As the time of practicing the Sanskrit Heart Sutra exercises is longer, Zhao Jiuge understands The difference in this technique is that now I have a low level of cultivation, and I have not been able to figure out a lot of things. It is a matter of course to defeat Zheng Jie. Although the same position moves in the late stage of the blood realm, the spiritual power of my cultivation method is more refined. Pure and vigorous, thinking of this Zhao Jiuge, I can't help but feel grateful to Ye Wuyou, his master, without him, would not have been on this path, although the future is difficult and dangerous, but I do not regret it.