The battle between Mo Wentian and Bashan ended in just a few breaths, and it was not until Bashan's body fell to the cold ground with blood flowers that all of Bashan's confidants finally reacted, such as Tian
Yu.
"You...you...you dare to kill people in Xiaoyao Hall! Do you regard thousands of my disciples of Xiaoyao Sect as if they are nothing! All brothers and sisters will follow me to kill this thief! Avenge Senior Brother Ba!"
Tian Yu's words were heart-breaking. Although Mo Wentian raised his hand and drew his sword, he cut Bashan in two. However, what Tian Yu relied on was the thousands of Xiaoyao sect disciples behind him, but Mo Wentian
only one person.
On the broken knife in Mo Wentian's hand, there were drops of blood slowly falling from You Zai. He did not put the knife back into its sheath because he never thought that just killing Bashan would easily resolve the chaos in the Xiaoyao Sect.
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In fact, killing Bashan on the spot with the power of thunder is also the most important part of Luo Qi's plan. Among the entire Xiaoyao sect, Bashan undoubtedly has the greatest power and power, and this person is Li Yuanji.
One of the most loyal lackeys, but this is also the weakest link among Li Yuanji's supporters!
Once Mo Wentian kills Bashan with lightning speed, Li Yuanji's forces in the Xiaoyao Sect will be in a leaderless dilemma. For Mo Wentian, it is extremely important, but before,
Mo Wentian couldn't find a valid reason to kill him. Otherwise, wouldn't he be accused of killing each other?
Fortunately, what Luo Qi and Friday discovered during their trip to Xiaoyao Mountain solved Mo Wentian's biggest problem.
When Mo Wentian faced Tian Yu's accusation, he was a little surprised. It seemed that the other party was not as useless as he thought. He could recover from Bashan's death so quickly and persuade the other disciples to do it together.
This caused great oppression to Mo Wentian.
However, Mo Wentian already had a countermeasure for this. He reached out and took off the Rakshasa mask from his face without any haste!
"Junior brother Tian, I haven't seen you for so many days. I didn't expect you to be in cahoots with Bashan and others!"
Mo Wentian had a smile on his face, and Tian Yu was caught off guard. As early as Bashan's words in the palace, Tian Yu had already guessed that this Rakshasa ghost was the most famous swordsman waste in the mountain gate. Mo Wentian, however,
Unexpectedly, the other party actually revealed his face at this time after killing Bashan!
"Senior Brother Mo!"
"It's actually Senior Brother Mo!"
In an instant, dozens of voices sounded one after another in the crowd. This was naturally arranged by Mo Wentian last night. The implication was to remind the thousands of disciples present that Mo Wentian was not a provocation.
He is a thief of the sect, but a direct disciple!
In this case, Mo Wentian couldn't speak for himself, he could only borrow the words of others. At this moment, everyone outside Xiaoyao Hall was immersed in the shock of Bashan's death, so except for Tian Yu, everyone was silent
, causing these few dozens of sounds to appear so loud.
"It turns out to be Senior Brother Mo!"
"How is it possible? Isn't it said that Senior Brother Mo's strength is, um, relatively low?"
"He's his direct disciple, what do you know! Maybe it's another way of training from the master!"
For a moment, everyone finally realized that the young man holding the Broken Sword and the Rakshasa Mask was none other than their Senior Brother Mo, one of the three direct disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect. And comparing the results of the previous battle, everyone suddenly realized
He felt a deep sense of awe for Mo Wentian's strength.
Tian Yu heard the noise coming from behind, and his heart sank. He did not expect that Mo Wentian would use his status as a personal disciple to erase the evil that killed Bashan in an instant.
trace!
At this moment, suddenly, a flash of light flashed through Tian Yu's mind. Suddenly Tian Yu took a step forward, raised his hand and pointed directly at Mo Wentian, and shouted loudly.
"Thieves, don't Wentian! You are a disciple of my sect, but you massacre your fellow sect members in public, betraying the ancestral training and rules. According to the law, you should be deprived of your status as a direct disciple and killed on the spot!"
Tian Yu did not mention the matter of Li Yuanji, but only the fact that he bit Bashan to death and died in the hands of Mo Wentian. After all, the matter of Li Yuanji was just a rumor and there was no evidence. Mo Wentian killed Bashan, but in front of the crowd
Thousands of pairs of eyes had committed the crime before, and as long as he could bite this point to death, he was confident that Mo Wentian would never be able to make any big waves.
Sure enough, after Tian Yu's words came out, the expressions of the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect behind him all changed. Indeed, no matter what Mo Wentian's identity was, as long as he was still a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, committing such a crime as killing his fellow disciples was absolutely unacceptable.
Forgive me, if I recall the previous rumors on the mountain, Mo Wentian disregarded the friendship between his fellow disciples and seriously injured his senior brother Li Yuanji in the competition. Everyone's eyes burst out with angry fire.
The Mo Wentian in front of them is not their senior brother, but an out-and-out murderous demon!
"Kill those who belong to the same sect and you should die according to the sect's rules!"
"It is not an exaggeration for such a person to plot against Senior Brother and kill Senior Brother Ba ten thousand times!"
"Kill him! Kill him!"
At this moment, the disciples who were affiliated with Li Yuanji's forces finally found an opportunity and changed their tune one after another, demanding that Mo Wentian be killed. If Mo Wentian's deity did not change, he would publicly announce the numerous crimes Bashan had committed, and then...
At this moment, a flash of sword light had already arrived in front of Mo Wentian!
"Brothers, follow me and kill him!"
After this period of time, Tian Yu had already used the dim light in the hall to see clearly Ba Mang and Li Ding who were kneeling on the ground. How could they give Mo Wentian a chance to speak? He felt cruel in his heart and raised a steel knife in his hand.
, and rushed forward.
Along with Tian Yu, there were several other formal disciples around him. These were all Bashan, or Li Yuanji's direct descendants in the Xiaoyao sect. They knew that the opportunity was not to be missed and followed Tian Yu without any hesitation.
Together they approach Mo Wentian.
Along with Tian Yu, there were nine other formal disciples, and they were also the nine people who reacted fastest when Tian Yu suddenly raised his sword.
Ten people and ten swords, at this moment, almost blocked every direction and angle in front of Mo Wentian. In everyone's eyes, they seemed to see the scene of Mo Wentian being besieged to death, even if Mo Wentian temporarily retreated
In Xiaoyao Hall, even ten people can form an immediate encirclement. Facing the continuous attacks, even Mo Wentian will never escape death!
But Mo Wentian did not retreat.
"court death!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were slightly cold, and he cut off the knife in his hand and drew it forward. Several drops of blood that had not dried up flew away one after another, forming a fan shape and shooting away in front of Mo Wentian.
When Tian Yu's blade was splitting a drop of bright red into two pieces, a breeze suddenly came in front of him, blowing the knife in his hand, blowing his face, and blowing every part of his body.
part.
"Qing Ming Sword Technique, Parting the Clouds and Seeing the Sun!"
The next moment, Tian Yu suddenly felt as if his body was fettered by the breeze, and he could not move forward any further. Then, Tian Yu's feet were in the air, and his whole body was like a huge kite, blown off the ground by the breeze.
, floating towards the air.
At this time, Tian Yu suddenly remembered that the young man in front of him was the demon who cut Bashan into two pieces with one knife and destroyed his elder brother Li Yuanji in the competition. Tian Yu opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth.
No sound came out, and then, he only felt that his eyes became blank, and the panic in his heart gradually faded away. His thoughts, heartbeat, and perceptions all seemed to be blown away by this wisp of breeze and scattered in the air.
The other nine disciples who launched the offensive with Tian Yu only felt a rain of blood falling from the air. A round head, with Tian Yu's wide eyes before his death, slowly rolled towards the ground. At this moment, the remaining
The eyes of the nine people below were filled with deep fear.
Ten people attacked in a row, and Mo Wentian only used one sword to tear apart the blockade of ten people. Tian Yu, the strongest among the ten, had his head dislocated and died with his eyes open!
The large amount of blood spurting from Tian Yu's neck made Mo Wentian feel like he had taken a blood bath. Even the broken knife in his hand was exuding a faint scarlet color. After a successful blow, Mo Wentian twisted his waist and broke the knife in his hand.
Zaiyang turned around and killed the other nine disciples.
"Qing Ming Sword Technique, leaving traces in the sky!"
The three official disciples suddenly felt a biting chill coming from their vests. When they suddenly turned around, they saw the red and black sword in Mo Wentian's hand seemed to draw a "one" in the air, connecting the three of them closely.
When we were together, a cold wind with a fishy smell blew towards our faces.
"Junior brother!"
"Six sons!"
As the fragmented bodies of the three people fell sharply from the sky, the eyes of the remaining six people suddenly turned red. These people were all their friends and brothers, but they died tragically. A feeling of common hatred and hatred arose among the six people at the same time.
Angry, the blade of the sword in his hand danced in the air, and several radiant light traces of command spells shot up through the air!
"Happy Sword Technique!"
Mo Wentian's eyes finally flashed with a trace of solemnity. His previous killings seemed easy, but in fact, every time he killed the opponent before they fully exerted their strength, and once the opponent was serious from the beginning,
He would never be able to deal with it so easily.
Faced with the six official disciples activating the blood marks of the command spell and using the Xiaoyao Sword Technique, Mo Wentian did not choose to avoid the sharp edge temporarily, but drew a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth, and the broken knife in his hand immediately became warm.
Get up, there was only one thought in Mo Wentian's mind.
No matter what obstacles are ahead, I will break them with one strike!
"Qing Ming Sword Technique, slash the sun with the wind!"
There was no emotion in Mo Wentian's voice, as natural as eating and sleeping. The internal energy cyclone that was slowly rotating in his body suddenly became violent and rushed towards the broken knife in Mo Wentian's hand. At the same time,
, On Mo Wentian's left hand, three black rays of light shone, and the word "冂" was engraved on the blade of the broken knife, emitting burning heat like a soldering iron.
At this moment, there was nothing in Mo Wentian's heart, only the sword in his hand was left. No matter whether the sword was strong or soft, no matter whether the opponent in front was strong or weak, under my sword, they would all be cut in two!
"Whoa!"
An insignificant sound spread in the air, just like the sound made when the breeze blows through the leaves. The colorful colors in the sky suddenly collapsed, leaving only darkness, which seemed to cover the sky. Next, Six pieces of sword light exploded, and dozens of fragments reflecting the black light fell from the sky, falling to the ground like fireworks set off in the sky, and soon a shallow carpet of swords was spread on the ground.
Mo Wentian stood in front of the gate of Xiaoyao Hall. Six broken corpses fell to the ground in front of his eyes and merged with their shattered blades. The tragic scene was unbearable to look at.
Under the complete silence, Mo Wentian raised a smile, glanced at the thousands of Xiaoyao Sect disciples in front of him, and nodded gently.
"Okay, this is just a small episode, so let me explain what crime Bashan has committed that deserves me to clean up the family for Master!"
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