Feng Xiaotong roared angrily, and the spiritual energy in his right hand surged out, dyeing his right hand white as jade. With a clamp of his two fingers, the spiritual energy surged out of his body frantically, trying to stop Yue Mochen's attack.
A sneer rang from far to near: "Dream!"
However, Yue Mochen had returned to fly at some point. As he was speaking, Yue Mochen's sword momentum suddenly changed, like a mirror flower, water and moon, and the illusory sword light filled out, and he scored a few points.
"laugh!"
A blood hole appeared on Feng Xiaotong's right arm, and thin bloodshots splattered out, completely shattered by the sword light, turning into nothingness.
Feng Xiaotong stepped backwards, and his face suddenly looked ugly. He knew very well that if it weren't for the spiritual energy infused with his hands, this sword alone would be enough to destroy his right hand.
Wanyan Yaoliang, Ruoming and others were also a little incredible. Although they knew that Yue Mochen was very strong, how could he be so strong? Is he really going to defeat Feng Xiaotong above the level? You know, Feng Xiaotong exuded aura at this time stronger than Nangong Wei!
Everyone's reaction made Feng Xiaotong feel angry and didn't care about the pain of the wound. Feng Xiaotong's momentum became stronger again, and waved his hand, and the sword lights sprinkled across the sky rushed backwards to where Yue Mochen was!
The pure white spiritual energy with the sword intent Fenghan filled the entire space. In an instant, this floor was like heavy snow in winter.
Yue Mochen held the sword in both hands, waving vigorously and quickly.
All the sword lights that spread over were shattered and burst, unable to move forward in an instant, which shows how fast and tight Yue Mochen's sword swing was.
Suddenly, the sword body of the soft sword spirit snake bent, and a half-meter-long arc-shaped sword light flew out, passing by Yue Mochen. Before Yue Mochen could react, the sword light had already rotated and flew back!
He flew towards Yue Mochen with an unrivalled aura and shot directly behind him, as if he would cut Yue Mochen twice the next moment.
Yue Mochen put away his sword, nipped his feet, and flew straight up with the help of the wings of reincarnation.
"Boy, I can take on so many tricks from me at such an age. You are really good, but unfortunately you still have to lose! Go and die!" Feng Xiaotong held the sword in both hands, and slashed from bottom to top and then broke out.
clang!
The soft sword circled several times in the void, then made a crisp sound, and a spiral sword energy formed, and the air around suddenly vibrated, and a fierce wave of air burst out with the sword energy!
Feng Xiaotong sneered and stepped forward with her right foot. The things on the ground were suddenly shaken away and burst into pieces!
Yue Mochen had just avoided the arc-shaped sword light that was swirling, but suddenly felt his body being locked tightly, and his heart suddenly became cold!
Looking back! Yue Mochen's pupils suddenly shrank, and a sword energy that was like a dragon swimming was flying towards him!
Feng Xiaotong's spiral sword light cut the air into pieces, and the aftermath drew a straight mark on the ground, entering the ground for several inches.
"Young Master!" Wanyan Yaoliang exclaimed, his face full of worry.
The people accompanying the Nangong family were mixed, some were lucky enough to gloat, some were sad about the death of the rabbit and the fox, but everyone had the idea: "Now this kid is finished, he may die."
Especially the people in Juxiantang, although Feng Xiaotong's performance at this time was far from the wise master in their usual hearts, they still smiled victoriously as he was about to win.
Seeing Pan Long flying, Yue Mochen, as the person involved, had no time to think about it. Because he didn't care about too much, a sense of fatal danger surged into his heart. Without thinking, he immediately mobilized the blood demon power in his body!
A large amount of blood and energy surged out of the Blood-Devouring Spirit Bead, blending with the reincarnation spiritual energy, and the Blood Demon Flame reappeared!
His body shook, and the blood in his body made a rustling sound, and his aura suddenly became taller. Against the backdrop of the blood-red demon flame, it was like an ancient demon god descending on the earth.
"Break the sky with one sword! Break it for me!!!"
With a light shout expressionlessly, Yue Mochen's body did not move, and he held the sword in his right hand and blasted it out!
The black sword light suddenly appeared silently, but it shone in front of everyone with a arrogant momentum.
Immediately, one hundred and two sword lights collided, "Boom!" A loud noise echoed in everyone's ears!
The entire four-story tavern suddenly vibrated, and even the streets in the distance felt the huge shock. For a moment, thousands of households in the radius raised night lights and chaotic exclamations came.
As the smoke and dust filled the dust, the dragon-shaped sword light exploded into pieces in the air, Feng Xiaotong flew backwards, and Yue Mochen's figure gradually appeared among the smoke and dust!
Feng Xiaotong's powerful blow had not achieved any success before.
"What's going on? How could your power suddenly become so powerful?" Feng Xiaotong stared at Yue Mochen with her eyes tightly, with an incredible look on her face.
Yue Mochen was still in place, without speaking, but just looked at Feng Xiaotong lightly.
In fact, it was not because he pretended to be indifferent. He did not speak because he urgently needed to calm the breath in his body.
Only he knew that he was not as relaxed as he appeared. He was not injured, but was severely injured, but the blood that had been leaked from his mouth had long been wiped out by him when he was in the smoke and dust!
The vibration in his body made him unable to even maintain the blessing of the Wings of Reincarnation, and he had to land on the ground.
"You dare to look down on me!!!"
Feng Xiaotong roared like crazy, but his originally deep eyes had already lost their vitality. Although he was crazy, his expression was sluggish, and his empty eyes even shed two lines of clear tears!
"You lost."
Yue Mochen said lightly, without any pity or hatred in his eyes, just spoke in a plain manner.
"Now, are you interested in telling me the answer? Why did the Xiao family come, what is Juxian Pavilion's vision, and where is my people?"
Feng Xiaotong lowered her head silently, her shoulders trembled, and she was sobbing! As Yue Mochen said, he was defeated, and he was defeated completely, from reality to psychology, he was defeated in a mess.
"I lost, you kill me." After Feng Xiaotong said this, she collapsed to the ground as if she had exhausted all her strength.
"Do you think I dare not!?"
Yue Mochen's eyes were as sharp as a sword. After this period of adjustment, his body had recovered most of his life. He walked out in three steps and radiated his body forward, and came to Feng Xiaotong with the momentum of the collapse of the mountains. The single-final sword was instantly placed on his neck.
The cold sword edge pressed against Feng Xiaotong's throat. This feeling of fatality made him come to his senses, but he could not accept the facts in front of him, and his eyes were bloodshot and said: "Impossible, you can't defeat me! Go to death!"
The soft sword spirit snake flipped over his hand and stabbed towards Yue Mochen in a blink of an eye.