Although the master-disciple rebellion was not what he wanted in his heart, he had no other choice for the safety of the Mohist family and the Yan state, not to mention that the assassination of Qin was originally planned by the other party.

Since such a move was made, there must be an explanation.

As soon as he thought of this, he saw the aura of the six-fingered black man suddenly explode, and wisps of terrifying ink-colored energy flowed continuously on the black eyebrows, as if they were about to turn into substance.

Although it is a weapon without a blade, it contains astonishing power in its hand, which is no less powerful than the famous swords in the sword manual.

Yan Dan felt extremely solemn when he saw this. Although he knew that it was difficult for him to compete with him, he would not just sit back and wait for death.

With a soft drink, his whole body was full of vitality, and he unsheathed the sharp sword in his hand, and actually took the initiative to attack the former.

He slashed down with his sword without mercy, but Mo Mei easily swung him away, and then the six-fingered black man struck out with his palm and directly restrained the opponent.

An astonishing power exploded from the palm of his hand, and strong air waves spread to the surroundings. Yan Dan groaned and was knocked back, flying backwards. He took six or seven steps back before he could barely stabilize his body.

"You are no match for me, just let me go back."

A cold light flashed in Yan Dan's eyes, and without saying a word, he used all his strength, holding the sword in both hands and slashed horizontally, and then a sharp sword energy tore through the air and stirred up.

Faced with such a strong attack, the Six-fingered Black Man's expression remained unchanged and he shouted softly: "Stick to the rules!"

In an instant, wisps of ink-colored sword intent intertwined and intertwined, forming a translucent barrier between breaths, blocking the powerful sword intent.

Immediately afterwards, the sword's momentum changed, and the black eyebrows of his palm stabbed the opponent through the air without any fancy.

"Ink surges into the river!"

In an instant, the barrier dissipated, turning into streams of black energy that quickly wandered around, gathering and condensing like a river, rushing toward the opponent with the force of a river.

"not good!"

Feeling the majestic pressure, Yan Dan was shocked. This move is a unique skill of Momen, and it is executed based on the secret of universal love and non-attack.

Although it is not overly lethal, its strength is that it can powerfully suppress the enemy. It can not only affect the human body's ability to move, but also hinder the movement of true energy, making it quite difficult to deal with.

Just when such thoughts came into his mind, Mo Se Qi rushed towards him.

The powerful force gathered into a river and continuously washed over his body. His whole body seemed to be much heavier in an instant, and even the movement of the breath in his body was stagnant.

Being hit by the huge energy, Yan Dan felt as if he was in a river, and every movement was very repulsive, as if even the heaven and earth were suppressing him.

Encountering such a predicament as soon as they met, Yan Dan clearly realized the gap between the two sides, and the opponent's strength was stronger than imagined.

Immediately, he did not dare to hold back at all, and squeezed the energy in his body desperately. After condensing it to the extreme, he suddenly released it, and instantly burst out with power beyond the limit.

With a loud shout, the overdraft of power tore a gap in Mo Yongjiangliu's suppression, and his body turned into an afterimage and flew out.

The cold light on the long sword flashed continuously, piercing the Six-fingered Black Man's vitals like lightning.

However, just when the tip of the sword was about to penetrate his chest, the figure of the six-fingered black man turned into a ball of ink and disappeared.

Almost at the same time, a deep voice sounded in my ears: "The name of Mo is so wonderful!"

In an instant, the six-fingered black man who had disappeared appeared directly behind Yan Dan, and his black eyebrows suddenly struck his shoulders and back.

With a "bang", Yan Dan cried out in pain and was knocked several feet away, falling heavily to the ground.

There was a burst of smoke and dust, and after a few breaths, he stood up from the broken ground. The hat on his head had long been broken, his clothes were damaged, and he looked quite embarrassed.

I saw his chest rising and falling, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, and looked up at the former with great solemnity.

The gap between the two sides is really too big, they are not at the same level at all, and the other side has obviously not used all his strength, otherwise he may not be able to get up.

"Aren't you going to admit defeat yet?"

The six-fingered black man said in a deep voice, after all, he really didn't want to end it by himself.

"Come on, it's better to die in your hands than to become a prisoner of Ying Zheng!"

Yan Dan had a look of determination on his face. From a close friend to an enemy, the love and conflict between him and Ying Zheng ultimately ended in failure.

But even so, he still didn't want to see the other party's condescending eyes again.

"In that case, then let it be as you wish."

The six-fingered black man sighed softly, and then his extremely powerful zhenqi spurted out. The momentum was much stronger than before, showing the power of a top powerhouse.

"You once asked me if the Mohist family loves non-attack, but has a killing blow. Here's the answer now, watch out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly waved the black eyebrows in his hand, and the substantial air wave instantly covered a distance of hundreds of meters around him. The billowing black sword energy gathered quickly, rendering the space with ink marks.

An unparalleled sense of oppression bloomed in layers, and the terrifying aura swept away from the center of the two people's battle point toward the surroundings, cutting off all the vegetation in sight.

The force of energy like a giant wave swept past, and the solid gravel was directly turned into powder under the vibration of the strong pressure.

At the same time, a trace of tears slipped down and dripped on the sword body.

In an instant, dense blood-colored threads stretched out from the originally black eyebrows, spreading directly to the entire sword body like veins and blood.

"Mozi weeps!"

As a low and sad voice sounded, all the power was condensed into one point, gathered at the end of the black eyebrows, as if to complete the missing part.

The weapon that was originally as edgeless as a wooden ruler turned into a bloody edge!

At the same time, the figure of the six-fingered black man suddenly flashed past the opponent. As the black eyebrows were swung, the flowing sword intention seemed to draw a red-black thread in the air, splitting the void into two halves!

The silk threads flicker and disappear, just like a short-lived flower, a moment of fragrance.

"Is this a killing technique? It's really very strong..."

Yan Dan's deep voice sounded slightly, and he saw that his chest was actually penetrated by a very small wound. And it was this inconspicuous wound that completely cut off his life.

"Sorry……"

The six-fingered black man put away his dark eyebrows, feeling deep sadness in his heart.

"puff!"
Chapter completed!