Mo Ran was really dumbfounded. He came to help Mingjiao out of trouble, but he didn't expect to get himself into a trap.

Why don't they kill so many monsters from the Demon Cult and insist on thinking about his dragon-slaying knife?

But when you think about these people who went to Wudang to force Zhang Wuji's parents to death, and want to know the whereabouts of the Dragon Slaying Sword, you know how tempting the Dragon Slaying Sword is.

Since they like dragon-slaying knives so much, Mo Ran can just find one for them.

Mo Ran said: "Dai Qisi, you hold on for a while, and I'll get the dragon-slaying knife."

After saying that, Mo Ran ran away, but Dai Qisi grabbed him.

"Aren't you trying to save people? Why do you want me to do it now? No, I won't let you go."

Dai Qisi knew that the guy in front of her was a fake and not the real Golden Retriever Lion King. Where did he get the dragon-slaying knife?

If someone runs away, she will face the six major sects, and Dai Qisi won’t do it!

Mo Ran said angrily: "Don't drag me, I'm just going to get the dragon-slaying knife. I'll come back as soon as I go."

The two of them were arguing, and everyone in the six major sects and the Ming Cult were dumbfounded.

How did the Golden Retriever Lion King get together with the Purple Shirt Dragon King? How decent was it to show affection at this critical moment?

Everyone in the Ming Cult was even more depressed. How could the goddess in their minds have become like this? It was so heartbreaking.

After a while of hard work, He Taichong of the Kunlun faction couldn't stand it any longer, and joined forces with an elder to take the lead in attacking.

"The supreme martial arts master, the dragon-slaying sword. Today I am going to experience the power of the dragon-slaying sword."

Mo Ran looked at his empty hands and couldn't help but be speechless.

His eyes are on his butt! Where did I see he had a knife, and it was a dragon-slaying knife.

Dai Qisi said: "He Taichong, the leader of the Kunlun Sect, is not inferior to me in martial arts, and his Liangyi swordsmanship is even more unpredictable. I wish you good luck."

To grow other people's ambition and destroy one's own prestige, Mo Ran saw that He Taichong was just a supporting role, so why was he so difficult to deal with?

Besides, whoever asked you to be the commentator doesn't need to explain it.

Mo Ran's figure turned quickly and took out a big knife from his sleeve.

Don't you, He Taichong, want to see the power of the dragon-slaying knife? I'll let you see the power of my forty-meter machete.

"The Six Finals of Aohan."

He Taichong just rushed over and changed his sword skills with the elders to prepare for the charge.

Suddenly, a 40-meter machete fell on their heads, and they couldn't help but use their swords to resist.

Everyone was surprised when they saw the bright machete.

Zhou Dian said: "There is something about this swordsmanship. It seems that this kid's martial arts is quite good."

They suppressed the two of them as soon as they met, and everyone in the Ming Cult also agreed with Zhou Dian's idea.

This sword technique is extremely domineering and very eye-catching. Except for the women of the Emei Sect, everyone is full of yearning for it.

Two members of the Kunlun faction were slashed with large swords until their mouths bled and marks were left on their feet.

Seeing that the other party withstood the blow, Mo Ran smiled slightly and decided to show his kindness and give them another blow.

A 40-meter machete, the knife is on top of your head, let me see how you hold it.

Mo Ran spun around, jumped up and slashed again.

This knife directly knocked the two people away, and the sword was also cut off.

The two were seriously injured and were carried down the mountain in despair by disciples of the Kunlun Sect.

"The Kunlun faction was defeated with two swords. This guy has something special!"

"If you can't get out of the sky, who can compete with me? Master, go up! Go up and chop him."

Seeing Mo Ranmeng, everyone turned their attention to Master Miejie.

The Dragon Slaying Sword and the Yitian Sword were the two major weapons in the world. Now that the Dragon Slaying Sword is so powerful, the only choice is the Yitian Sword.

But Yan Mie wouldn't be so stupid! Mo Ran had just slashed twice, so he had a lot of strength! She was coming on stage at this time, so she wasn't sure.

Besides, what if two weapons collide and break, and the martial arts secret book falls out.

She is the only one who knows about this matter. When the secret book comes out, the six major sects will not besiege Guangmingding.

Miejie snorted and had no intention of taking action.

"Since you don't dare to take action, then I, Kongtong Wu Lao, will take over. When the dragon-slaying knife is in hand, you can't snatch it away!"

With the large number of people, they are not afraid of being hacked, and at most one person will die.

The others smiled and said nothing. When the time comes, both of you will suffer losses, and the dragon-slaying knife will become ownerless again.

"I know they used the Seven Injury Fist, you don't have to explain it to me."

Mo Ran looked at Dai Qisi who wanted to explain, and decided to speak first to steal her lines.

Who doesn’t know about the Seven Injury Fist? Before hitting someone, you spit out a mouthful of blood, and after you fail to hit someone, you spit out a mouthful of blood. It is a self-inflicted martial art.

This time the competition was about fist and kick skills. Mo Ran didn't use a big knife, he thrust it into the ground, took three steps forward, and got into a horse stance.

Dai Qisi also took a few steps back, keeping a distance from Mo Ran.

"Seven Injury Fist, the strength of each punch is different. Let me see how you defend against it."

Seeing Moran choose to defend, the five elders of Kongtong burst into laughter. They believed in their martial arts very much.

When Mo Ran was making moves, he also shouted out the moves so that others could know.

"Shaolin Iron Head Kung Fu, Shaolin Diamond Kung Fu, Shaolin Golden Bell Kung Fu, Shaolin Boy Kung Fu."

Dong Dong Dong, every time Wu Lao punched, he made a loud sound.

Five people took action at the same time, and the sound of "dong-dong-dong" could not be heard.

Everyone in the Ming Cult was amazed at Mo Ran's defense, while people from the six sects stared at the Shaolin abbot in confusion.

All the martial arts he uses are from the Shaolin sect. Could this be a disciple from the Shaolin sect?

Also, when did Shaolin practice Tongzi Kung Fu? Why didn't they get any information?

The abbot was also confused. This man was not a Shaolin monk, so how could he have so many martial arts skills?

After a while, the five elders of Kongtong were all tired of beating, and they were not as fierce as at the beginning.

"Kick him three ways, kick him like a bird!"

An old man looked back in confusion, wondering who had the bad idea.

When he turned around, a slap hit his face.

"Shaolin Prajna Palm."

"Shaolin Kick Kung Fu."

Mo Ran slapped the distracted old man and kicked the old man behind him.

If someone hadn't shouted, he wouldn't have been able to remember such shameless martial arts!

The distracted old man had a handprint on his face, felt a little dizzy, and fell down.

The old man behind him was covering his crotch, curled up on the ground, and was still giggling.

As for the Shaolin Sect! It has become the focus again.

Shaolin martial arts is great! Shaolin martial arts is wonderful!

The world's martial arts comes from Shaolin. There is no doubt that this person must come from the Shaolin sect. There are no such shameless people in other sects.

Invisibly, the six sects gave Mo Ran the identity of a Shaolin disciple.
Chapter completed!