The other party’s three holy-level masters have given up the blockade of An Er Moses, but instead distanced each other and became a horn force, surrounding Yue Mochen, Meng Wujian and others from afar.
Meng Wujian ignored this and looked at it as he became a middle-aged man, Wu Tian and the others.
"Why are you two only, innocent?"
Yang Wutian, Yin Wuneng's expression changed, and he said in dismay: "Uncle Master, the third brother is dead. We did not protect the third brother well, and violated the Master's instructions..."
Meng Wutian was silent for a long time before she sighed: "Although I did something wrong, at least I learned to take responsibility. If Lao Qi's spirit in heaven can be seen, it would be considered...
Although his master was taken away by Meng Wujian, Meng Wujian returned to Dongyue Continent and never met Yang Wutian and the other two again, so they didn't know what their master was.
Meng Wujian glanced at the two of them with a complicated expression and nodded sadly.
Hearing this, Wu Tian and the others knelt on the ground again, their eyes red and shouted sadly, "Master."
This time, Meng Wujian did not help the two of them up, but just watched them vent.
After Yue Mochen on the side fed the spiritual medicine to Qi'er Moses, he walked to Meng Wujian and looked at the two people crying on the ground, and felt very moved.
At this time, Meng Wujian spoke again: "Okay, leave here first and then cry."
Yang Wutian gritted his teeth, stood up from the ground, wiped his eyes, and looked at Meng Wujian firmly.
And Yin Wuneng disappeared directly, but the sound of his sniffing sound came from the air.
Meng Wujian looked at the air beside him speechlessly, turned the topic and said, "I'll attack, Wutian, protect the young master, you can't, you can't, the little girl with wings, come here too."
......
If An'er Moses were said this, she would inevitably be furious, but she knew that if it weren't for the few people in front of her, she might have died here, and so she did not insist on the pride of the human race and flew to Yue Mochen obediently.
Yue Mochen handed over Qier and Moses in her arms to her.
At this time, the holy master with the highest cultivation level among the other party suddenly smiled, brushed his long gown with his hand, and chuckled, "You want to leave? Ask the long sword in my hand!"
"how?"
Meng Wujian also chuckled and then said, "Do you think you can still block us?"
The crazy expression in the words was revealed, like a sharp sword unsheathed. Not to mention the other party, even Yue Mochen, who was standing on the same front, felt a chill behind him!
Is this the foundation of the Dugu family?
Even a servant from another surname is so strong, how powerful is the straight tribe? It seems that the road I want to go is still a long time. Yue Mochen thought to himself.
"It's useless to say more, leave your life!"
The master of long-robed robe said angrily, and after that, he flew towards Meng Wujian and others.
In terms of cultivation, he was better than Meng Wujian, but he was despised by Meng Wujian, so he was very unhappy. The only way to vent this discomfort was to fuck Meng Wujian to the ground!
As soon as he moved, two other holy-level masters from one side of Nangong Mozhong also moved at the same time. Immediately afterwards, everyone below the holy-level rushed towards Yue Mochen and others.
"Suffer to die!"
The master of long-robed shirt shouted loudly, and his clothes flew around and rushed to more than ten feet in front of Yue Mochen. He stabbed the long sword in his hand, and a fiery red sword stinged along the long sword and shot directly into Yue Mochen.
Yue Mochen bent his legs at the same time, then bounced away, the turf splashed, and his body had already flew backwards.
At the same time, Meng Wujian leaned his body and his whole body slid out diagonally, directly facing the master of the long gown.
"A sword draws the sky!"
A sword energy that looked like a stunning rainbow appeared out of nowhere, swept out from Meng Wujian's sword body, slamming the opponent's attack.
In an instant, it seemed as if all the spiritual energy in the world gathered on the line of sword energy, and the surrounding area seemed a little dry and cold due to the sharp momentum emitted by the sword energy.
The master of the long-robed shirt felt in no time, so he hurriedly used a number of swords again, and several sword shadows overlapped, reaching Meng Wujian's sword energy.
With a "boom", the two strikes intersected, like a sudden blast of grenades, the turf and sand flying around, leaving a deep pit several meters in diameter on the ground.
The holy-level master in a long gown took several steps back, fixed his body, and looked at Meng Wujian with lingering fear.
The other holy-level masters in Nangong Mozhong's hands were even more surprised. They knew very well that the strength of the master of long gown was definitely the strongest among the people. The man with a mask only had a low level of hundreds of tribulations, but he could have the upper hand in the fight against the bombardment?
If it is an ordinary competition, the man in the long gown is at a disadvantage, they can understand that when they reach their level, they will naturally understand that cultivation does not mean everything. Some people can fight against opponents with speed or strange martial arts, who are stronger than their cultivation without being at a disadvantage.
But now, the two people in front of me are purely fighting each other!
Meng Wujian snorted coldly and said with a sarcastic look: "Oh, why, don't you want us to die? Just rely on your ability? This is a bit difficult."
The master of long gown looked at the masked man in front of him and his heart suddenly sank. This was the first time he could not see through the other party's strength since he became famous. Moreover, from the fight just now, he felt that the masked man gave him a threat of death. This was the first time he felt this way.
The masked man is a powerful enemy. Although his cultivation is not as good as his own, he is definitely a powerful enemy he has never encountered before!
If it weren't for the dignity of the holy-level master, he might have turned around and ran away. This guy is so terrible.
Seeing that the other party's masters were all fixed on their place, Yue Mochen felt relieved. He felt that he underestimated Nangong Mozhong and even underestimated the power of the royal family.
If they had known that the other party had such a powerful lineup, Yue Mochen would have said that they would not have allowed the members of the Yongye Mercenary Group to enter the Wanyuan Plain, because if it weren't for the help of Meng Wujian by chance, they would have been wiped out by now.
The three holy-level masters, without involving the holy land, are probably enough to sweep 90% of the forces on the Dongyue Continent.
And Yue Mochen’s Eternal Night Mercenary Group is just a third-rate force, so what can I fight with others?
Thinking of this, Yue Mochen was secretly glad that he met Meng Wujian.
Meng Wujian naturally didn't know what Yue Mochen was thinking. He stared at the master of long gown and locked his aura completely.
Although he can gain the upper hand, if he is distracted in the battle, the consequences will be unimaginable. After all, the difference in cultivation between the two is there.
He had to deal with it carefully in order to get everyone out of their way, so his eyes remained on the master of long robe: "No, Wutian, you can find an opportunity to take the young master and the two winged girls."
Yang Wutian nodded heavily, his eyes full of determination.
"No, we have to make them pay!"
An'er Moses said, and then he took out an object with a hilt-shaped sword from his arms.