All Worlds Xpress System

Chapter 22

Nangong Mo said in shock: "Fuck me!"

What did he see?
A pile of snow rushed down like a river.

avalanche!

It was the first time Nangong Mo saw such a big scene, and he was frightened for a moment.

But Xue Beng was about to approach before reacting, and it was too late to escape, so he quickly pulled out the Zhanxin Sword.

Nangong Mo used Ghost Shadow, and his whole body disappeared. Nangong Mo flew towards Xue Beng as if turning into a sword shadow.

However, a sword shadow was not even one ten thousandth the size of Xueliu, and was instantly covered.

It took a while for the snow to stop.

In the silent snow, only the cold wind whistled.

Suddenly a hand stretched out from the snow.

Then Nangong Mo jumped out.

Panting, holding the heart-cutting sword in one hand.

If someone looked carefully, they would find that Nangong Mo was surrounded by a layer of sword energy, protecting Nangong Mo.

But these sword energy gradually disappeared and then disappeared.

Nangong Mo said to the light ball in his mind: "Light ball, what happened to that just now?"

"Excalibur has a spirit. Your Xinzhanjian is a fusion of Qingguang Sword and Heart Ball. Its quality has reached the ground level. It has a preliminary spirituality. It will automatically protect the master when your life is in danger." Guangqiu said.

Nangong Mo chuckled and said, "Then can I do whatever I want?" Thinking that he was killing everyone, but others couldn't even touch a hair of his own, that was so awesome.

"Hehe, you're overthinking. Your Heart-Chopping Sword is only initially possessing spirituality. It will only protect the Lord when your life is in danger, and maybe you may fail to play while playing, hehe." The light ball laughed. road.

Nangong Mo sighed in disappointment, this kind of desperate thing cannot be done.

"Hey, hey, boy, you are really lucky. You are buried in the snow and you are still alive?" came a voice.

Nangong Mo turned his head and saw a white-haired old man next to him. The old man was dressed in a beggar's attire, his face was ruddy, and a finger was broken on one hand.

Nangong Mo subconsciously said, "Hong Qigong, the nine-fingered beggar?"

The old man laughed and said, "You know me."

"Who doesn't know Hong Qigong, the northern beggar?" Nangong Mo laughed.

Suddenly, the system mechanically synthesized voice sounded in Nangong Mo's mind, "Ding! Release the main task!"

"Ding! The first main task: defeat Dongxie, Xidu, Nandi, Beibei 0/4 (unfinished)"

"Ding! The second main task: Defeat Yang Guo, the son of the plane in this world (not completed)"

"Complete the main mission to get a lucky draw chance."

Nangong Mo secretly said: "Oh? Finally released the main mission? Defeat one of the Eastern Evil, Western Poison, Southern Emperor and Northern Beggar?"

Nangong Mo looked at Hong Qigong maliciously.

Frightened by Nangong Mo's eyes, Hong Qigong took a step back and said angrily, "You don't want to make me lose my life!"

Nangong Mo Junmei's face darkened in an instant, and she said to the light ball in her mind: "Light ball, can I change the task of killing Hong Qigong?"

The way Guangqiu looked at Nangong Mo changed instantly: "I didn't expect you to take such a good bite."

Nangong Mo roared angrily: "I-fuck-your grandma is such a fool! When I say fuck him to death, I mean beat him to death. How come you all have such dirty thoughts!"

The light ball said innocently: "You didn't teach me."

"When the fuck did I teach you?" Nangong Mo said angrily.

Light Ball laughed and said, "It's in your memory."

Nangong Mo wanted to vomit blood, casually flipping through other people's memories!
Nangong Mo pulled out the heart-cutting sword, pointed the tip of the sword at Hong Qigong and said angrily, "Old beggar, let's see if I don't beat you to death today."

Hong Qigong chuckled: "Boy, if you want to beat me up, you should go back and practice for a few more years."

Angrily, Nangong Mo used Ghost Shadow to attack Hong Qigong as if melting into the wind.

Seeing that Nangong Mo disappeared, Hong Qigong vaguely sensed a trace of murderous intent, and hurriedly said, "Not good!"

The whole figure backed up extremely fast.

And 0.01 seconds after Hong Qigong left the spot, a sword shadow flashed by.

After the sword shadow disappeared, Nangong Mo's figure appeared.

Nangong Mo's purple eyes were full of solemnity, he did not expect the Houtian realm to be so strong.

And Hong Qigong was thankful that he was quick, otherwise he would have been cut in two with one sword.

Hong Qigong looked at Nangong Mo with relief in his eyes: "What a boy, you are really good. You are so young, but your martial arts are so high. It's my turn, Kang Long regrets it!"

Hong Qigong jumped up and struck Nangong Mo with his palm, and a dark dragon appeared faintly.

Seeing Hong Qigong attacking him, Nangong Mo smiled charmingly, and used the Broken Palm Stance in Dugu Nine Swords.

"bang bang bang"

The two of them passed by each other, and their inner strength caused the surroundings to explode.

After one move, the two stood facing each other.

Nangong Mo stood with the sword in one hand, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, obviously suffering from internal injuries.

And Hong Qigong looked at his wrist, and a shallow blood mark appeared. He could imagine that if the sword was deeper, Hong Qigong would definitely die.

Nangong Mo turned around and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, and said with a slight smile, "As expected of Hong Qigong, the beggar from the north, he really deserves his reputation." The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are too fierce, if it weren't for the exquisite Dugu Nine Swords Breaking Palms style, I would probably be sent flying with one palm.

Hong Qigong also turned around and laughed, "I'm defeated!"

As soon as Hong Qigong said this, the voice of the system came, "Ding! Defeat Hong Qigong, the northern beggar, the mission is 1/4 completed (unfinished)"

Nangong Mo smiled and said: "No, it should be considered a draw, old beggar, you didn't use all your strength." What Nangong Mo said was the truth, Hong Qigong's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were superimposed layer upon layer with all their strength. On the eighteenth floor, even if Nangong Mo tried his best, he would lose both sides.

Hong Qigong laughed: "I like your character!"

Nangong Mo smiled slightly: "Old beggar, we haven't decided the winner before, why don't we come again?"

Of course Nangong Mo didn't want to compete with Hong Qigong, he didn't need to be so idle.

Nangong Mo took a fancy to Hong Qigong's Dog Beating Stick Technique and Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms.

Leaving aside the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the eighteen layers are superimposed layer by layer and are powerful. It can be said that in the Divine Condor Plane, apart from Yang Guo's Desolation and Ecstasy Palm created in the later period, which can rival it, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are the number one in the world. A fierce palm.

The dog-beating stick method has a total of 36 stick methods. It is the martial arts of the beggar gang. The stick method is smart and pays attention to the false and the real. The sword skills are somewhat similar, they are all exquisite, nimble, and fast!

Hong Qigong waved his hand and said: "Stop fighting, if you compete for internal strength, you will die or I will die. There is no deep hatred between us, so why fight to the death, and what's your name?"

Nangong Mo laughed and said, "My surname is Nangong, and I have a single character Mo. It's not as good as our comparison of moves. I don't have much interest in the competition alone. How about adding some bets?"

(End of this chapter)