"The situation is a bit bad, but this should be Ying Tianhong's strongest move."

Ying Wuque looked at the seriously injured Feng Mo, and then turned his eyes to Ying Tianhong, whose only few knife marks appeared on his robe. The victory and defeat were judged immediately.

He was not too surprised by this result. After all, his father was the leader of the Zhudao Hall, and being able to sit in this position shows his strength.

But when he witnessed Feng Mo being able to force Ying Tianhong out of the third sword of Tianwen, he was still a little surprised.

After all, he once heard Ying Tianhong say that the third sword of Tianwen can already faintly threaten those ceiling-level monsters.

But even though Ying Tianhong had the upper hand, Ying Wuque still decisively stood on Qin Fan's side, because even if Ying Tianhong won this battle, he would not be able to escape the fate of death.

Liu Lisha, who had just arranged the magic barrier, looked at Ying Wuque with a complex look.

For her, a son was able to decisively betray his father, which made her feel a little uncomfortable, who was tied with family affection since childhood.

However, she would not ask too much when she was unnecessary, but she subconsciously distanced herself from Ying Wuque.

After all, in her opinion, a person who abandons family affection is obviously not the same as her. Even if the other party is a weak scum in the innate realm, he cannot let go of his vigilance.

Qin Fan's expression was extremely calm. He was not anxious because of Feng Mo's serious injury, nor did he show any emotional ups and downs due to Ying Wuque's words.

He just replied lightly:

"As long as the 'wind' has not completely lost its combat power, it will not reach the worst situation."

Ying Wuque nodded without understanding, and then took the initiative to explain:

"Casting Dao Hall has mastered the five styles of the Eight Skills of the Heavenly Knife, namely the first three swords, the fifth sword and the seventh sword, but because there is no connection between the middle, it is difficult to use the fifth sword and the seventh sword."

Qin Fan raised his eyebrows. This information was inconsistent with what he knew. He thought that there were only the remnants of the first three swords in the Casting Hall.

Liu Lisha looked at Ying Wuque, and her fear became stronger and stronger. After hesitating for a moment, she quietly sent a voice to Qin Fan:

"Master Ghost Lord, Ying Wuque is able to betray his father, which also means that he can betray the Ghost Market at any time in the future."

Some words are just clicked and it is not suitable to say too much as her new member. She was able to say this at this time because the other party’s actions are actually contrary to her ideas.

This made her feel a sense of disgust for no reason.

Qin Fan just nodded coldly, but did not answer.

He knew Ying Wuque's situation better than anyone else. This kind of ruthless and loveless behavior seems quite shameless to some people.

But Qin Fan understood that this was because the other party did not have the concept of family affection from the beginning, rather than a deliberate betrayal.

What should be loyal from beginning to end is himself and the red-sleeved knife in his hand.

Of course, he will also be afraid of death, so on the road to survival, his choice will be more direct and even difficult to be understood by others.

Just like the death of Xiang Bohuai, the third elder of the Zhudao Hall, before.

As a member of the indirect participation in this process, Ying Wuque knew very well that this was not an accident and vaguely guessed that it was related to Wuyou Villa.

But he said nothing.

Even though he returned to the knife casting hall safely, he did not express his guess because it was unnecessary.

Xiang Bohuai died, which had nothing to do with him. If he took the initiative to tell him about this, he might be missed by Wuyou Villa.

Although Wuyou Villa did not show too strong strength before, Ying Wuque still silently regarded this matter as unaware of it.

In his heart, a little bit of the risks that harm him will be infinitely magnified. The lives of one hundred, one thousand, or even ten thousand people around him are equivalent to a significantly tilted balance.

Ying Wuque has always been very hiding, and no one has discovered that his nature is a monster that is unwilling tolerant, only Qin Fan saw it.

So at this moment, his trust in Wuque even surpassed Liu Lisha.

Because of the bondage of emotions, there are all kinds of accidents, but life will not be possible, and death or life is a very simple choice.

Ying Wuque will choose to live under any circumstances, there is no doubt that this is true.

Then his eyes looked at the battlefield.

Feng Mo, who was seriously injured, had no time to continue to delay, which also means that it is difficult to beat Ying Tianhong, who has fully mastered the first three styles of the Eight Skills of the Heavenly Swords, with only relying on the immature small sword steps and the eight methods of the mesenchymal shaped ones.

so......

At this time, Feng Mo's eyes looked at the direction of the thick fog where Qin Fan was, and a hint of pleading appeared in his eyes. Seeing this, Qin Fan sighed slightly and said:

"Yes, but there is only one chance."

The sudden sound of the battlefield made Ying Tianhong, who was already sure to win, stunned.

One move? What move?

Does the other party have a killer weapon?

From the perspective of condition, Ying Tianhong, who was only slightly injured, had enough confidence to deal with it, not to mention that his Tianwenxinyan had a strong restraining effect on Feng Mo.

But his expression was very solemn, and there was no trace of carelessness in his eyes.

His mental power completely locked Feng Mo, who was bleeding constantly, and in the next second, the other party's figure disappeared.

But what's strange is that there is no wind roar in his ears, and he can't even feel a breeze blowing by.

Then he clearly saw that a drop of red blood beads appeared on the ragged ground, one by one, two by three, and countless blood beads gathered into horizontal and vertical lines. Looking from the top down, the battlefield seemed to have turned into a chessboard!

"here we go."

Qin Fan's soft voice caused a sharp rise in the chessboard, and in an instant, the dust was like a tide and surged in the sky!

At this moment, the world is like a chessboard, interwoven with horizontal and vertical lines, and everything in the world seems to have turned into countless grids!

An indescribable sword intent also rose at the intersection of each two lines!

All things will bow their heads under Feng Mo's sword at this time!

"Two, do your best!"

Among the three people who watched the whole process, Huang Tiangui, who had vaguely experienced the sharp changes in his expression, said immediately.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In fact, without his reminder, the terrifying sword force that seemed to be about to break free from the formation has already made Mo Kaixin and Shi Liusie begin to inject mental power and energy into full force to maintain the formation!

"Zongheng Jue--!"

A clear voice kept echoing in the Tiansuo Sancai Formation. As the only target of this knife, Ying Tianhong was already ready for the battle!

Even when he felt the intent of the sword bursting out, he had already begun to condense the sword force!

The Tianwen Knife in his hand trembled slightly, and the dazzling silver sword light began to dim at this moment, but the sword force on Ying Tianhong's body became more and more violent and intense!

"If you guessed correctly, he was forcibly using the fifth sword of the Eight Skills you mentioned before at the cost of the falling grade of the Tianwen Skills."

Hearing Qin Fan's words, Ying Wuque's expression was full of fanaticism. After nodding excitedly, he stared at the center of the battlefield without blinking!

From his perspective, a stunning double-sword battle is more important. Whether it is Feng Mo's death or Ying Tianhong's death, it is difficult to make his mood feel a little turbulent at this moment.

Even his life and death are not as exciting as the exciting moment of the two swords at this time!

The red-sleeved knife that had been hiding in his sleeve began to tremble slightly, and he was also looking forward to the collision of the two swords!

The next second, Feng Mo appeared, and he was divided and stood at the intersection of every long black and white line, as if he had become a chess piece on the chessboard.

But in less than a breath, his figure was shattered like a mirror flower and a water moon!

The blood-colored chessboard on the ground is faintly in line with the black and white chessboard above, and the familiar breath connects the two sides!

The next moment, thousands of chess pieces formed by the sword intentions gathered turned into countless meteors and rose and fell, and his sword lost its trace and disappeared under the long line that was intertwined!

Each line was a knife mark he swung. The marks added together, and the terrifying sword energy began to vibrate violently to the collision of the three talent formations of the Tiansuo, and finally turned into a little bright and bright starlight!

As cool as a meteor!

"Good come!"

Ying Tianhong roared, and when the muscles of his arms rose, protruding blood vessels began to break, and the blood stained his whole body and his Tianwen Knife red!

Then a strange and dazzling blood-colored sword light burst out!

Facing the meteor sword that could not be avoided and dodged, he rushed away angrily!

Eight tips of the Heavenly Sword, the fifth sword of the Heavenly Question - How can there be a dragon carrying a bear to swim?

The moment the two swords gathered, a surging sword energy storm swept across every part of the formation, and the collapsed houses were crushed into dissipated powder at this moment!

The sudden fog exploded in the center of the battlefield and then filled the whole world!

The first person to be affected by this move was Bi Qingyun. Her long whip swung faintly to form a mountain of force, but the thick meaning that had just condensed was easily shattered by a scattered sword energy!

Shui Nieshengqiang, who was healing behind her, held a breath of true energy and was about to resist it with Tianjue's sword intent, but the sword finger he had just raised was pushed back by one person.

It's Qin Fan.

He waved his palm gently, and a purple sun demon flame filled with the power of the destruction of heaven and earth surged out. The terrifying sword aura was completely destroyed as soon as it touched the flame barrier!

At this moment, he was closing his eyes and feeling the strong emotions bursting out in the center of the battlefield!

It has proved that Ying Tianhong did not die under Feng Mo's sword, but it also made him the fuel for his true meaning of martial arts, the destruction of the heaven and the earth.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

The extreme negative emotions made Ying Tianhong's face look a little distorted. Although he was not dead, he now looked a little worse than death!

He lost the previous move, but he didn't block Feng Mo's sword!

His arms and legs were divided into countless small grids. The moment dense knife marks emerged, blood gushed out!

Immediately afterwards-

With a loud bang, several blood mists scattered in the sky.

He did not die, it was not because he survived with his own strength, but because the other party saved his life.

Although Feng Mo had fallen into a coma after that move, because of forced use of the Zongheng Art, his injuries seemed to be as good as Ying Tianhong, who had lost both legs and arms.

But Ying Tianhong was unable to make up for the last blow, and the stinging pain from the spiritual sea was second, and what he needed to accept was the reality that he was about to become a useless person.

No! There is still a chance!

Uncontrollable negative emotions grew wildly in Ying Tianhong's heart, but even so, his reason did not disappear.

But this also made his expression even more crazy!

"Qin Fan!"

At this moment, he used his only remaining power to chant Qin Fan's name loudly. As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Fan, wearing the Ghost Emperor's Clothing and wearing the Ghost Emperor's Mask, had already appeared in front of him.

Through the strange mask, he seemed to see Qin Fan's silent mockery.

His anger and hatred were rising straight for this, but his expression suddenly calmed down, and even his voice could not hear any emotional ups and downs.

"I am the head of Zhudao Hall. My identity and the secrets I know are of great value. I can let Zhudao Hall join the Forgetful Ghost Market, and I can also take the initiative to set up a plan to help you kill Sima Kongming!

Sima Kongming, the chief inspector of Liushemen, has always had great hostility towards Wuyou Villa!"

Qin Fan said nothing. He walked towards Feng Mo first, took a few pills for him, gently swung his right palm, and a gust of palm wind brought him to Shui Nisheng.

Then he looked at Ying Tianhong with a gradually excited expression. He stepped under his feet, and a purple sun demon flame filled with the intention of destroying the sky and the earth surged out in all directions!

In just a few breaths, a layer of flame air shield had turned into a wrap around Qin Fan and Ying Tianhong.

Shi Liusie, who wanted to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two, frowned because the trace of mental power that had just been extended through the formation was burned into nothingness as soon as he touched the purple sun demon flame!

If he hadn't cut it in time, I'm afraid that the ultimate destructive force would erode his spiritual sea in one fell swoop!

"Is this the true meaning of martial arts... It's really terrifying, no, the most terrifying thing is the Ghost Lord. This strength is indeed well-deserved."

After taking a deep breath, Shi Liusie was still focused on eliminating the fighting aura that still existed in the formation.

Qin Fan, who noticed that Shi Liusie had retracted his mental power, also looked at Ying Tianhong. He could clearly feel the other party's strong hatred at this moment.

It was also thanks to this hatred and the more complicated negative emotions that he used it to maintain the Ghost Lord's character.

[Tian Judi Di: The true meaning of martial arts learned through "Tian Judi Di Da Qian Kun Hand", which integrates some of the true meanings in "Tian Owl and Earth Dead and Earth Dead and Soul Thought".

Its essence is to gather the ultimate destructive power to seize the essence of vitality of all things and refine external forces to dissolve all things!

It should be called - everything is destroyed, and the world is destroyed!

To use this true meaning of martial arts, strong negative emotions need to be used as a guide. If the ultimate destruction is compared to a hot flame, sufficient negative emotions will be the ignition material.

It will never burn, and the flames will never stop.

But if you invest too much ignition material, the flame will hurt you, just like a child forcibly wielding a sledgehammer that can shake the sky and the earth.]

"Master Ghost Lord, I definitely have enough value!"

Ying Tianhong did not give up his hope of life, and even talked about the benefits of his life as much as possible. From beginning to end, Qin Fan did not listen carefully.
Chapter completed!