Burning Heaven Sword God

Chapter 53 At least you are better than I imagined
Chapter 053 At least you are better than I imagined

"Snapped!"

The applause sounded as Mo Qingcheng's palm fell.

The sound was crisp, and with a snap, the birds in the maple forest were shaken away.

"This slap is only because you are heartless." Mo Qingcheng said sharply.

Mo Qingcheng's expression was extremely cold, and her deep eyes were unfathomable. She stared at Nalan Piaoxue, releasing a very tyrannical cold air for no reason.

"who are you?"

At this time, a few traces of blood faded from the corner of Nalan Piaoxue's mouth, and half of his face was a little red and swollen.

Nalan Piaoxue is a freshman, and many people in Tianyuan Mansion have only heard of it, but they have never seen a real person, so when Nalan Piaoxue saw Mo Qingcheng, she couldn't recognize him.

"His name is Mo Qingcheng." Ye Tian said softly.

After Mo Qingcheng slapped him, Ye Tian immediately realized that Mo Qingcheng's strength was so powerful that almost everyone in Tianyuan Mansion knew about it.

Now, Mo Qingcheng slapped Nalan Piaoxue on the face for Lin Feng, no doubt, it was equivalent to slapping Ye Tian.

"Ink Allure"

This is a name that resounds throughout Yanjing.

Nalan Piaoxue had heard about it, but she never thought that Mo Qingcheng would take the initiative to stand up for Lin Feng.

"I don't want him to get hurt. At least he can't get hurt in front of me."

Mo Qingcheng's right hand was soaked in blood, and the drops of blood, like beans, dripped from the palm of Mo Qingcheng.

She stared at Ye Tian, ​​then glanced at Nalan Piaoxue, her lips trembled slightly, and said: "In front of me, if he is injured, you will die."

One word says it all.

"You're meddling in your own business." Ye Tian's voice sank suddenly, and he said grimly.

Mo Qingcheng is powerful and well known in Tianyuan Mansion.But Ye Tian's strength should not be underestimated.Moreover, Mo Qingcheng is a few years younger than Ye Tian, ​​so Ye Tian is not afraid of Mo Qingcheng's arrival at all.

"If you think that you can fight me, then you can fight directly."

Mo Qingcheng's expression was like water, and he was not moved by it. He spoke in a very calm tone, and he didn't take Ye Tian seriously at all.

"Brother God!"

Nalan Piaoxue was slapped twice for no reason, and she was so angry that she couldn't express it. Now she only hoped that Ye Tian could teach Mo Qingcheng a good lesson for her.

"You can take care of some things, but it doesn't mean you can take care of everything." Ye Tian said in a deep voice.

Ye Tian was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect Mo Qingcheng to be so arrogant, and directly threatened that he would not be afraid to fight him.

Mo Qingcheng's words are undoubtedly an insult to Ye Tian's strength, and also a provocation to Ye Tian's status.

"You talk a lot of nonsense."

Mo Qingcheng's expression suddenly changed, a little displeased, his face suddenly sank, and he said coldly: "Either do it, or get out."

"Ha ha!"

Ye Tian's face twitched violently a few times, he knew that if he didn't make a move again, Mo Qingcheng would really crawl on top of him and bully him at will.

Clang.

Ye Tian's feet were shaken to the ground, and several maple leaves on the maple tree were instantly scattered in all directions.

For a moment, an afterimage, like a ferocious tiger, stood eagerly behind Ye Tian.

And Mo Qingcheng smiled slightly, his hands were folded into ten, his expression was very calm and indifferent.

boom!
A burst of cold air, frightening into people's hearts, diffused from Mo Qingcheng's body.

Wisps of white mist, like water vapor, steamed above Mo Qingcheng's head.

Standing next to Mo Qingcheng, Lin Feng couldn't help trembling suddenly, the chill came from his heart, he quickly stepped back a few steps, away from Mo Qingcheng.

"The tiger roars."

Ye Tian clasped his hands in front of his chest very powerfully, and then he punched out,
The wind of the fist is strong, and it is close to Mo Qingcheng.

"Just a weak bug."

Mo Qingcheng's body is full of white, cold air, which radiates from the top of Mo Qingcheng's head, which looks very terrifying.
She looked at Ye Tian indifferently, just smiled slightly, and immediately waved her sleeves lightly,

It was a white gas.

Mo Qingcheng's whole body is covered with cold air, every movement of his hands and feet is completely shrouded in cold air.

Ye Tian's steps were steady, the wind of his fists was fierce, and the tyrannical momentum rushed towards his face, Mo Qingcheng naturally had to resist it.

When Mo Qingcheng waved his hands, there was a burst of cold air, which seemed to be ordinary, but it was extraordinary.

The coldness in the air quickly condensed into a blade.

The sharp cold blade, transformed from Xuanbing, is very sharp.

Whoa!
The wind blew, and the cold air scattered.

The clothes under Mo Qingcheng's feet danced with the wind, and there were countless ice sticks standing behind her, as if as long as Mo Qingcheng gave an order, these ice would break through the air.

At this time, neither side retreats.

Ye Tian clenched his fists tightly, only half a meter away from Mo Qingcheng.

boom!
There was a loud bang, followed by Ye Tian's heavy fist flying out, and it dispersed in all directions, full of momentum.

"roll."

The voice is very thin and soft, but it is not lacking in domineering.

Mo Qingcheng's voice was originally like a parrot's language, very soft and beautiful, even if he was furious, it was difficult to conceal the delicateness hidden in Mo Qingcheng's voice.

Chi.

A pool of blood sprayed out from Ye Tian's mouth, and Ye Tian prostrated himself on the ground, his face pale and feeble, as if he had been seriously injured.

At the same time, the afterimage of the tiger roaring behind Ye Tian also quickly disappeared.

On the contrary, the countless ices standing behind Mo Qingcheng are still standing there majesticly.

This is the ice spirit.

It can be said that during the battle with Ye Tian, ​​Mo Qingcheng's whole body was almost completely uninjured.

It's a crush.Mo Qingcheng defeated Ye Tian with a nearly crushing attitude.

"Very happy, at least you are stronger than I imagined."

When Mo Qingcheng flicked the dust off her body, she found that a seam had been torn at the corner of her clothes.

Before comparing Song Xiaoluo to Mo Qingcheng's fight, Ye Tian was a little bit stronger than Song Xiaoluo.

However, it was only a little stronger.As far as Mo Qingcheng is concerned, Ye Tian's strength over Song Xiaoluo is useless.

In the end, Ye Tian was crushed and defeated by Mo Qingcheng.

"This account, I wrote it down."

Facing Mo Qingcheng's sarcasm, Ye Tian was powerless and could only threaten a few words.But in this case, Mo Qingcheng had listened too much, and when he listened to it again, he had no feeling at all.

"let's go."

Ye Tian stood up slowly, wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth with his hands, and then wiped off the dirt on his body, staring at Nalan Piaoxue behind him and said harshly.

Seeing Ye Tian in such a state of distress, Nalan Piaoxue took advantage of the situation and took hold of the crumbling Ye Tian with one hand.

"Who let you go?"

The wound on Mo Qingcheng's right hand was still bleeding, and some of the blood had dried up and congealed, turning into blood-red blood stains, adhering to Mo Qingcheng's wound.

She stared at Nalan Piaoxue who was about to leave, then tore off a rag, wrapped the bleeding wound, and said indifferently: "He can leave, but you cannot."

Some accounts need to be settled.For example, Nalan Piaoxue's sword cut through Mo Qingcheng's palm.

"Hehe, Mo Qingcheng, I don't think you don't understand the truth that good men don't fight with women!"

Ye Tian stopped in his tracks and smiled wryly.He knew that Mo Qingcheng was a character no matter what in Tianyuan Mansion, and he definitely wouldn't care about it like a woman.

"Unfortunately, I don't care about women as much as I do, but I care about bitch women. After all, bitch women have one more word 'cheap' than women." Mo Qingcheng said softly.

Mo Qingcheng's expression was extremely cold, and her tone of voice was very deep, making it impossible to fathom what she was thinking.

(End of this chapter)