A slight sound of breaking the wind sounded, and Yue Mochen's body swept forward more than ten feet, and then returned at a faster speed.
When his figure and afterimage came from Meng Chun behind him, Meng Chun turned around to defend himself, but unexpectedly, his sharp long sword was lifted away by Yue Mochen's blow.
After a "clang" sound, a low buzzing sound came again. When Meng Chun came to his senses, he had already found that his long sword had been inserted into the wall. A sharp pain came from the hand holding the sword.
But what shocked him the most was that Yue Mochen's single-edge sword tip was already pressed against his throat!
"Meng Chun!"
"Xiao Meng!"
"Summer Night, you dare!?"
Three different sounds sounded, and the last sentence was exactly what Qingtong said.
As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes turned to him, including his own tribe members.
Yue Mochen smiled slightly, turned his wrist, and the sword tip pierced from Meng Chun's throat, and then went to the right, and a blood arrow flew out of his face!
He flashed to the left calmly, and Yue Mochen stood with a sword, looking at Qingtong with a chuckled face.
It was not until Meng Chun's body fell to the ground that Yue Mochen spoke slowly: "Young Master, do you think, do I dare?"
"you!!!"
Qingtong's face turned pale, and Yue Mochen suddenly felt: This guy has not been born in the wrong child, and this wedding is indeed very consistent with his image at this time.
The old master of Qing family raised his right hand and stopped Qingtong from continuing to speak. He took the conversation and said, "Brother Xia Ye, I admit that I underestimated you, and we have paid a price, but if you kill our people, you must pay a price!"
"Just, you want to kill my young master. Is my young master still going to wash his neck and wait for death? If we are not as skilled as others, what price will you pay? Will you even commit suicide, right?" Hongyue said angrily. In her opinion, the other party's words were simply unreasonable.
Yue Mochen smiled at Hongyue and signaled that he could deal with it. He turned to look at the old master of Qingjia and said, "Stop talking nonsense, come and kill me. It depends on the price, can you afford it!"
"Boy is arrogant!" The old man from Qing family shouted softly, his clothes were windless, and even his silver-white hair was fluttering.
Yue Mochen suddenly felt a heavy body, and a kind of pressure suddenly appeared, and an invisible pressure spread throughout the passage.
Just when Yue Mochen was pressed by this pressure that his body could not be stretched out, the two heavenly masters suddenly exploded!
"Shameless!"
Hong Yue shouted sweetly, and her body flew out to protect Yue Mochen. She really didn't expect that the other party's methods were so inferior. The Saint-level had taken action personally to deal with a fighter, and the two Heaven-levels had to force themselves to intervene. How could Yue Mochen deal with this?
"Actually, I'm really a good person." Yue Mochen suddenly said something, which made everyone slightly stunned.
Qingtong smiled gloomyly and said, "Good man, haha, let's keep it in hell."
Yue Mochen barely straightened his waist and showed a smile. However, under that pressure, Yue Mochen's smile seemed dry and cold, but this did not prevent his counterattack.
"Ten Thousand Souls and Gods Eat!"
Yue Mochen shouted softly, and black shadows appeared one after another. This was the soul martial art he got from Yue Junlong!
Judging from this effect, it is actually even stronger than that used by Yue Junlong. Perhaps it is due to Yue Mochen's unique reincarnation flame devouring. Once this soul martial art was used, what appeared was not like the shadows released by Yue Junlong that day, but just a stream of condensed but undispersed gray smoke, but a ghost shadow that looked like a human-shaped one!
Countless ghost shadows suddenly appeared, and the already dark passage seemed even more gloomy. At the same time, an invisible pressure appeared in the hall and became stronger and stronger, which made the Qing family, the powerful man, excited.
"Is this?" Qingtong immediately realized that it was not good when she saw the ghost. Although he didn't know what Yue Mochen's method was, he was quite extraordinary after all. Seeing this scene, he knew that Yue Mochen's move was not easy to deal with.
"No! It's a soul martial art!" The old master of the Qing family shouted. He regretted that he had no impulse to dissuade his young master and took action. He never expected that Yue Mochen still had such a trump card.
The Qing family's disobedience made him unable to continue to maintain his pressure, which made Yue Mochen suddenly feel relaxed.
Yue Mochen, who had been prepared, was waiting for this moment. He smiled slightly, pursed his lips, and then spit out a nasty note. At the same time, an invisible wave spread around his body as the center.
Hongyue smiled sweetly, but her hands covered her ears without hesitation. She had been following Yue Mochen, except for Yue Mochen taking a bath, she would be present. Yue Mochen's soul martial arts can be said to have dared not improve under Hongyue's teachings, so she naturally knew what would happen next.
Just as Hongyue covered her ears, the dense ghost shadows in the passage shook at the same time, and they let out a shrill long roar!
Countless whistles sounded at the same time, gathering together, hovering back and forth in this narrow passage, making a sound of echoes.
Everyone suddenly felt a severe pain in the sea of consciousness, as if they were bitten by thousands of insects, and they were in great pain!
The only two heavenly masters in the Qing family immediately fell to the ground with a sad voice, covering their ears with pain, but they could not stop the blood gushing out of their ears.
Qingtong was even more miserable. He had the lowest cultivation level, and was completely unprepared, and was shocked by the ghost's long roar. The sea of souls was like a tsunami that was ravaged by a tsunami. He had to regret it in the future and fell directly to the ground. Blood oozed out from the seven holes, and his soul had been seriously injured. If the Qing family's elder had not protected him at the most urgent moment, he would have died on the spot.
As a heavenly master, the Qing family is not having a good time. Although the soul of the warrior will be improved to a certain extent after being promoted to the Hundred Tribulation Realm, then he is still a warrior, not a master of thought. When it comes to soul attacks on soul martial arts, their soul defense ability is like a naked child facing the cold twelfth lunar month, vulnerable.
Especially, he was eager to protect his master and dispersed part of his defense and covered Qingtong. The damage he suffered was undoubtedly greater. Therefore, even though he was the strongest person in the Qing family, he suffered heavy injuries at this time. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, ear piercings, and eyes drooping, but he forced himself to prevent himself from falling down.
The echo finally went away and spread to the distance in this complex passage, and the ghosts gradually faded away one by one, disappearing, as if they had never appeared before.
The tough old man finally raised his head with difficulty, looked at the empty passage and showed a dry smile.