The red jade sword talisman suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire, instantly covering Mo Wen's body.

The temperature of the sea of ​​​​fire is extremely terrifying. It will scorch and crack the ground as soon as it appears. What's even more terrifying is that the flame will ignite when it encounters anything. No matter whether it is soil, rocks, or even the surrounding swamp mist within hundreds of feet, it will burn fiercely.

Baifeng Yun, whose vitality was seriously injured in the distance, quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He recognized the sword talisman Yan Yangtian played. It was the same as the "Wanhe Ivy Sword Talisman" he used before.

A sword talisman made by sealing the secrets of the sect. This talisman is called the Tai Gang True Flame Sword Talisman. The Tai Gang True Flame contained in it cannot be resisted by a Sword Meridian Stage Spirit Sword Master. Even if the opponent possesses the suspected third-level remnant spirit sword

No way!

Mo Wen was wrapped in flames and felt the terrifying energy contained in the fire. He immediately activated the spiritual power in the Bingyun Sword, but the previously invincible Bingyun Sword was now unable to handle it. Although its body was once a sword

It is a spiritual sword at the peak of the third level, but the sword spirit collapsed in that battle thousands of years ago, and the body was almost destroyed. After a long time, the remaining spiritual power has not contained much spiritual power. For the sword vein level,

Spirit swords and spirit sword masters can still exert suppression, but they are slightly insufficient against the power of Jian Gang level.

The cold power released by the Ice Cloud Sword was sharply compressed by the flames. In just a few breaths, the ice spiritual power could only be maintained within a few inches of the body's surface, and the spiritual power was quickly consumed under the sea of ​​fire.

Yan Yangtian finally stabilized the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, but the Yuanling that he had cultivated through hard training was 80% scattered by Mo Wensheng. It would take a long time for him to fully recover. His eyes had exploded, and only two were left.

With empty eyes, he stared in the direction of the sea of ​​fire and laughed crazily, his face full of resentment.

"You want to kill me? Go ahead and dream! Now let's see who dies first!"

Baifeng Yun glanced at Yan Yangtian who was in a state of madness, and suddenly a stern look flashed in his eyes, and he quietly winked at the surviving middle-level Sword Meridian Junior Brother beside him.

The disciple of the Raw Sword Sect immediately moved towards the remaining disciple of the Red Sword Sect without leaving any trace. The disciple of the Red Sword Sect was obviously still attracted by the sea of ​​fire and did not notice the strange movements of his ally.

When the disciple of the Raw Sword Sect moved to the side and behind the disciple of the Red Sword Sect, a green light burst out from the long sword, and he slashed towards the disciple of the Red Sword Sect. The disciple of the Red Sword Sect had a look on his face.

The stunned look was caught in the green sword light, and the whole body was torn apart.

Yan Yangtian's laughter stopped suddenly. His eyes were blinded, but the spiritual sense was still there. The aura of his fellow disciples disappeared from the senses. The person who took action was obviously the aura of a disciple of the Sword Sect!

He was not stupid. He understood something in an instant and roared angrily: "Baifengyun! You are shameless!"

Baifeng Yun smiled coldly: "You are too idiotic!"

After saying that, he slashed out with his sword, and the green sword light struck Baifeng Yun head-on.

"ah!"

Yan Yangtian's face was twisted, and he roared crazily. A giant snake with a length of more than ten feet rushed out from the spiritual sword in his hand. The giant snake's body was red, and its body seemed to be burning with blazing flames. It screamed silently and ate towards Bai Feng Yun.

go.

Baifeng Yun sneered, and the sword spirit in the spiritual sword emerged. Yan Yangtian was attacked by Mo Wen's sword consciousness alone, and the trauma he suffered was just as serious as him. I'm afraid he was already at the end of his strength.

Countless green vines danced wildly like demonic tentacles, some entangled the Fire Snake Sword Spirit, and some quietly penetrated into the ground.

The fire snake struggled violently, and the green vines wrapped around its body were flickering and dissipated little by little.

But Baifeng Yun didn't panic at all, with a sneer on his face that was sure to win. When the fire snake was about to break free from the vine blockade, the ground under Yan Yangtian's feet suddenly violently stirred, and more than a dozen green ropes came out, instantly killing him.

Yan Yangtian's whole body was enveloped, and then he was tightly entangled.

"Brother Yan, you and I are brothers and we will have a good journey."

Baifeng Yun's face beamed with joy, he laughed loudly, and controlled the sword spirit to strangle with all his strength.

"Damn it, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

Yan Yangtian let out a desperate roar, and his whole body was twisted into a ball of flesh and blood by the ivy. The fire snake sword spirit whined, turned into a line of fire and retracted into the spirit sword.

Baifeng Yun felt relaxed all over, and his pale face was covered with cold sweat. It was not easy to kill Yan Yangtian. New and old injuries occurred at the same time, and his level almost fell again. But this was not a problem. The strength of the five Ice Moon Palace disciples

Yin is enough for him to recover all his cultivation, and it is not a problem to break through the Great Perfection of Sword Meridian.

Thinking of this harvest, Baifeng Yun couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

"You laugh so hard." A cold voice suddenly sounded.

The laughter stopped suddenly, and Baifeng Yun glared at the place where the sound came from: "Who?"

The sea of ​​fire formed by the Tai Gang True Flame suddenly parted, and a figure walked out slowly. His body was covered with a layer of blue ice-cold light. Wherever it passed, the flames retreated one after another, and were suppressed sharply.

retract.

"Impossible! That's Tai Gang Zhen Yan! How could you be fine?"

Baifeng Yun's face turned pale, this time he was horrified.

Mo Wen was too lazy to talk nonsense. The golden sword shot out from the center of his eyebrows and directly penetrated Baifeng Yun's sea of ​​consciousness. Then he stepped in front of him, stretched out his finger and pointed at his eyebrows, and a sword energy pierced his head.

The surviving disciple of the Shengjian Sect on the other side screamed in horror. He did not have the courage to face Mo Wen. In desperation, he even raised his spiritual sword and fled in the air. However, when he just ascended into the air, the boundless sight

The seemingly harmless mist suddenly changed into streaks of mist, cutting it into pieces in the air, and flesh and blood swayed down all over the sky.

Mo Wen took in all this scene, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. The seemingly ordinary mist thread definitely contained terrifying power. Although it was only a flash in the pan, it was enough for Mo Wen to feel the sword sense of the Jian Gang realm.

After sorting out his thoughts, Mo Wen walked back to Mu Qingqing and looked at the woman who was going to be his wife with a complicated expression. Touching the silver mask on his face, Mo Wen calmed down and used Hunyuan Sword Qi.

Unlocking the sword energy restriction in her body.

"This is a suit of clothes, you put it on first."

Mo Wen put a few pieces of clothes on the ground, then turned and walked away, found a secluded place and sat down to meditate and adjust his breath.

He fought against fifteen sword masters in the sword vein stage, including three in the late stage of the sword vein. Their bodies were indeed at the end of their strength. His body was struck by no less than ten swords before and after. Although they were all attacks at the middle stage of the sword vein, they were not fatal, but

After suffering so much, he couldn't bear it. The alien sword energy that was chopped into his body was enough for him to spend a lot of time to clear out.

Mu Qingqing looked at Mo Wen's back with a trace of doubt in his eyes. A breeze blew by, and his graceful body was looming under the cover of clothes. He felt cool on his body. Mu Qingqing couldn't help but blush on his face, and hurriedly put Mo Wen down.

Put on the universal sword uniform of Zhao Guoling swordsman.

The clothes were men's and a little baggy, but she couldn't care less.

After getting dressed, Mu Qingqing walked quickly to Mo Wen. Seeing that he was already in trance, he did not dare to disturb him. Thinking that his fellow seniors were still uncertain whether they were alive or dead, he hurriedly searched for him.

It was already the next morning when Mo Wen had fully recovered his body. He slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a deep breath against the dim morning sun in the swamp.

"Thank you fellow swordsman for saving my life."

Su Zisong and other five female disciples of the Ice Moon Sect bowed down to Mo Wen.

Mo Wen raised his head and glanced at Mu Qingqing, who was standing at the end, stood up from the ground with a sigh, and responded lightly: "It takes a little effort."

Su Zisong said respectfully: "It may be a piece of cake for the swordsmen, but for us and others, it is a matter of kindness. I wonder which senior disciples the swordsmen are? My little girl Bingyue Palace Su Zisong, my master Han Yue, the master of Bingyue Palace, these few

They are all my junior sisters."

"Bingyue Palace?"

Mo Wen muttered to himself. In the ice cellar on the island in the center of Tai Lake, Yueying once told him about the four major sword gates of the Yan Kingdom. Ice Moon Palace was one of them. However, it was only founded for a short period of time, only more than thirty years, and its foundation was good.

It is superficial to say that, but the palace owner Han Yue is a strange woman. She has achieved the Perfect Sword Master at the age of sixty years. She is known as the person most likely to achieve Sword Master in the Yan Kingdom in the past three hundred years. Qingqing can worship such a person.

Qi Nu's disciples have nothing to worry about.

He shook his head and said to Su Zisong: "I am just a casual cultivator, and I took action because I couldn't stand what those people were doing. You can just call me Wen Mo. Since you are all fine, then leave."

Su Zisong was stunned. He didn't expect that this mysterious master would leave immediately and would not stay for a moment longer. Are they the god of plague?

"Swordsman, please wait a moment!"

Mo Wen stopped and frowned, "What else is there?"

Su Zisong couldn't explain how he felt in his heart. He thought that no matter where they went, their fellow apprentices and sisters were the center of attention, but now they were so ignored. Could it be that this silver-faced man was a woman?

While cursing in his heart, he placed the fifteen sword pouches in front of Mo Wen: "Swordsmen, these are the sword pouches of the fifteen disciples of the Red Sword Sect, the Lan Jian Sect, and the Shengjian Sect. You are the one to kill them.

These items rightfully belong to you."

Mo Wen's eyebrows twitched, and his heart was really shaken. He had been thinking about Mu Qingqing, but he had forgotten these things. However, looking at these things, it felt like murder and robbery. It seemed that he was not a robber.

Be enlightened.

Mo Wen Jian Gang swept the fifteen sword pouches, and found that there were no secrets in his sword consciousness. Everything inside was presented in his mind. This made him slightly surprised. It seemed that they were at the same level as his Jian Gang realm.

Related to Yuan Ling.

Of the fifteen sword pouches, three have a six-foot radius, two have a five-foot radius, four have a four-foot radius, and six have a three-foot radius.

Sword pouches also have grades, and can grow with the master's sacrifice. If a disciple of each sword sect advances to the realm of sword veins, the sect will reward one, usually a first-grade low-grade one, with a space of only

It has a radius of three feet. Of course, there are particularly outstanding disciples or more generous masters who will give more advanced sword pouches.

Mo Wen hesitated for a moment and picked up the three six-foot-wide first-grade sword pouches and two first-grade top-grade sword pouches.

"I want these five, and you take the rest."
Chapter completed!