Yue Mochen looked slightly angry, and with a horizontal left hand, the blood demon power surged out. He directly slapped the soft sword in Feng Xiaotong's hand with his palm, and then kicked it out, breaking the opponent's body.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood was spitting out in the air, and Feng Xiaotong fell more than ten steps away. The sword was pale, unlike any falsehood.
It was not until this time that everyone reacted: "Win! The young master won! The young master actually won!"
"I really didn't expect that even Feng Xiaotong, who was hiding so deeply, was not the young master's opponent. How powerful he should be. It seems that the young master's strength is far stronger than we imagined!"
Ruoming thoughtfully, Yue Mochen's figure wrapped in the blood-red demon flame flashed strangely in his eyes.
"The Nangong family may be guided by him to a more glorious future. The decision of the family ancestor is indeed correct."
"The challenge of going above and above is the rumored challenge of going above and above, it turns out to be true."
"You idiot. When you were at home before, weren't both of the adults being dealt with by the young master? The young master's cultivation is also lower than theirs."
"That's right, but there is no shock in this battle, do you think so?"
"Yes, I mean that..."
......
Everyone in the Nangong family said one by one, with an unconcealed excitement. Although they did not understand why Nangong Wei, the ancestor of the family, ordered the entire clan to serve Yue Mochen, at this moment, most of them accepted this powerful young master in their hearts.
Similarly, the people on Juxiantang were also in an uproar, and the crowd boiled like boiling water. Seeing Yue Mochen defeating Feng Xiaotong, they were even wondering if there was something wrong with their eyes.
"The Six Sages Are Really Failed?" A young man from Rongtian Realm murmured, with no usual glory and pride between his eyebrows.
After hearing his words, a person beside him blinked and said dullly: "It seems to be true... that boy is so awesome..."
"What should I do? Are we finished Juxian Hall?"
The third person took over the conversation, with a faint fear in his tone. He didn't even dare to open his eyes when he was talking, for fear that the Six Sages, who were usually glorious, would be killed in front of him in the next second.
"Shut up your crow's mouth, no, sure, no, isn't there any other wise masters?" A member of Juxiantang who was calm and calm rebuked angrily, but only he knew that the reason why he said this was not because he had confidence in Juxiantang, but because he was hiding his fear.
"Is there really?" The young man in Rongtian Realm who was the first weapon looked at him dumbly and continued: "The Great Master is dead, the Three Masters are missing, the Four Masters and the Five Masters have not healed. Now the Six Masters are again..."
"Do we really have hope? By the way, where has the second wise master been?"
"How about we go together and kill him?"
"You're so bad. We may not be able to beat the Six Sages, let alone this demon?"
......
As everyone said, they panic searching for the figure of the second wise master in their mouths, but of course they couldn't find it. If the second wise master was there, would Yu Yan sit and watch Yue Mochen deal with Feng Xiaotong?
Yue Mochen ignored everyone's chatter and walked slowly to Feng Xiaotong. Every time he took a step, it sounded like a drought thunder in the hearts of the Juxian Party!
Everyone knows that the closer Yue Mochen is to Feng Xiaotong, the closer it means the destruction of Juxiantang!
Feng Xiaotong's appearance was undoubtedly very miserable at this time. Her originally gorgeous robe was ragged, revealing many wounds of different sizes on her body, and his body kept trembling.
Seeing Yue Mochen approaching with his half-open eyes, Feng Xiaotong moved in panic and subconsciously wanted to escape, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up. He glanced at his lower abdomen with a broken wood passing through his back, revealing a sharp wooden thorn. With his faint breathing and trembling, blood slowly oozed out from the gap between the flesh and the broken wood.
Perhaps he could not accept such a miserable side of himself, in the end, he closed his eyes in despair and quietly waited for Yue Mochen's last sword in the street.
"At this point, are you still unwilling to speak?" Yue Mochen walked up to him and asked.
Still closing his eyes tightly, Feng Xiaotong said in a hoarse voice: "Kill me."
Yue Mochen shook his head, as if he didn't care whether the other party saw it, and said in a deep voice: "You should know that death is the best ending for you now. I have countless ways to make you live ten thousand times more painful than death."
Hearing this, Feng Xiaotong's body suddenly shook and opened her eyelids weakly. However, those eyes no longer had the energy they had before, and some were just endless fear.
Looking at Yue Mochen in front of him, he had an illusion that he was not facing a genius boy in the world of gods, but the "dark night walking" of those big forces in the world. In his eyes, Yue Mochen was like those demons who acted without any means and did everything they could!
Such people are used by major forces on things that are inconvenient to do with their reputation, because they will only hide in the dark, so they use all kinds of ways to torture people.
What they are best at is torture people, so they are very outstanding torturers. In the eyes of many people, they are more terrifying than the devil!
Yue Mochen himself did not expect that after completely defeating Feng Xiaotong's psychological defense line, a light threat could actually achieve such a miraculous effect. He just wanted to know everything he wanted to know.
"First hand over my people, and then tell me the purpose of the Xiao family. At that time, I will give you some fun!" Yue Mochen said lightly.
"Why should I believe you?" Feng Xiaotong asked calmly.
"Why?"
Yue Mochen smiled meaningfully: "Look at what you are now, do you think I need to lie to you?"
After saying that, Yue Mochen sighed again: "Forget it, let me show you why, you have to believe me."
The left hand slowly raised, the five fingers opened, and a black smoke suddenly appeared, one, two, three...
More and more black fog was like ghosts, surrounding Yue Mochen's five fingers, sometimes accompanied by a shrill roar, terrifying and gloomy.
"Soul power!! This is the soul martial arts!?" Feng Xiaotong's face changed again!
The five fingers closed, the black smoke disappeared without a trace, Yue Mochen smiled faintly and put his left hand behind him: "I have insight, then do you want to bet? Can I get all the answers in your soul?"