Some outer disciples around looked back, some showed interest, while others shook their heads and continued to watch the situation on the Demon Transformation Platform and ignored it.
"Wang Biao, you are really getting better and better by bullying a registered disciple."
A clear female voice came from above the head, and then a sword light fell at the foot of Tianmo Peak. It was a young woman with bright eyes and white teeth. She was no more than twenty-five years old, and her cultivation had reached the peak of the early stage of the sword vein. She
After putting away the spirit sword, Wang Biao squinted his eyes with a look of disdain on his face.
When Wang Biao saw this woman, his expression changed slightly, and he snorted angrily: "Ning Yao! What do I need to do with a bitch like you?"
"It's Ning Yao, the daughter of the leader of Piaomiao Peak. Haha, Wang Biao is the grandson of Wang He, the elder of the inner sect of Scarlet Demon Peak. Lingxiu Peak and Scarlet Cloud Peak have always been at odds. Now there's something exciting to watch." Immediately, some disciples whispered.
, the eyes looking here are also full of interest.
Ning Yao glanced at him disdainfully: "I am your senior sister in terms of seniority. Do you think I have nothing to do with it?"
Wang Biao's face immediately turned red: "What the hell, Senior Sister? The Swordsman Sect has always given priority to those who have mastered it, and seniority is judged based on strength! You and I are both outer disciples, and considering our age, you still have to call me Senior Brother!"
"Senior brother?" Ning Yao sneered: "You are just trying to show your prestige as a senior brother in front of the registered disciples. You are thirty years old and you are still wandering in the early stage of the sword vein. I am ashamed of you."
With one word, Wang Biao's face suddenly turned from red to blue, and the rich blood-evil spirit in his body immediately boiled. He stared at Ning Yao fiercely: "I will kill him today, how can you do it?"
How about it?"
"I'm here, and you're not allowed to touch him." Ning Yao raised her eyebrows in tit-for-tat reply.
Wang Biao smiled solemnly: "It depends on whether you have that ability!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the bloody evil energy in Wang Biao's body became stronger, and a fierce murderous intention enveloped the entire foot of Tianmo Peak.
"Boy, come and die!"
Wang Biao pointed his hand at Mo Wendang's chest with his sword, and the rich blood evil energy quickly gathered towards his fingertips. Finally, the sword finger seemed to be stained with a layer of blood and shimmered with a strange red light.
"Blood Demon Sword Finger!"
Ning Yao's face moved slightly, showing a solemn look. The index and middle fingers of her right hand were pressed together, pointing out a sword finger. However, her sword finger looked hazy, as if it was erratic, with a sense of freedom and freedom.
Come out through the air.
The two sword fingers separated as soon as they touched. Wang Biao's body did not move, but Ning Yao's body swayed and she took half a step back, with a flush rising on her face.
Wang Biao sneered: "Your Xiaoyao Sword Finger has some firepower, but its foundation is weak. If you want to start with me, you should practice for a few more years."
Ning Yao's cheeks flushed and she said angrily: "Wang Biao, what are you so proud of? If you give me six years, I will beat you until you have teeth everywhere!"
"It's a pity that you don't have six years." Wang Biao glanced at her: "Get out of the way. If you stop me again, don't blame me for not showing mercy to you at Piaomiao Peak!"
Ning Yao felt ashamed and angry, she had taken over the matter, how could she see anyone after such an anticlimactic end? I was afraid that she would be laughed out of her classmates by those who were watching the fun, and she stood there for a while without saying yes or no.
Mo Wen stood there without moving. Now that he saw this fellow senior sister with a sense of justice jumping out to embarrass him, he knew that he could no longer remain silent. Regardless of whether Ning Yao was sincere or not, she had helped him after all.
Gently, Mo Wen took a step forward, walked out from Ning Yao's back, and faced Wang Biao face to face.
"Huh?" Mo Wen's behavior made many of the disciples watching the excitement chuckle.
"This guy is really a bit responsible, but it's a pity that it was Senior Brother Wang Biao who was offended."
"Senior Brother Wang Biao cultivates the Blood Demon Path, and his men never leave anyone alive."
Wang Biao looked at Mo Wen who suddenly stood up unexpectedly, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Boy, it seems that you have made up your mind, but this woman has disturbed my good mood. I am very upset now and I have to see blood, so
I will keep your other arm in the end."
Mo Wen didn't say anything. He picked up a branch from the ground and broke off the branches one by one, leaving only a thin branch about two feet long.
"What is he doing? He looks so calm."
"I guess it's just a trick, please keep reading."
"Tsk, tsk, this calmness alone makes him a number one person. I don't know which peak he is a registered disciple of. I guess his true cultivation is not far from the sword vein."
Everyone was speculating, and without exception they were all very interested.
Behind the crowd, a few figures stood in an inconspicuous place. The expressions on their faces were not as relaxed and interesting as these disciples. Instead, they looked solemn and complicated.
"Sister Ying, what should we do? If this continues, he will be killed by Wang Biao." A young woman wearing the clothes of an outer disciple said worriedly.
Su Ying's face was as calm as a pool of stagnant water without any expression.
A man next to her who was in the early stage of Sword Vein snorted coldly: "If you die, you will die. He asked for it. A useless person can't find a safe place to stay and insists on showing off."
"Senior Brother Luo, you can't say that. After all, he saved everyone in Zhao Guo Canyon." The woman argued.
Senior Brother Luo sneered: "We also rescued him! And we took care of him for three years! This man has no knowledge of good and bad, and he is not happy to let him become a free rich man. He really thinks that he can heal the broken Dantian.
for?"
"That's enough!" Su Ying scolded, her face stiff and ugly: "Now that person has nothing to do with our Yujian Sect. From now on, no one is allowed to talk about him. Whether he is dead or alive, whether he is a blessing or not
The trouble has nothing to do with us!"
After this scolding, several disciples of the Original Desire Sword Sect stopped talking and looked quietly at the one-armed young figure in the distance.
Mo Wen held a bare thin branch and shook his hand. The originally soft and curved branch immediately collapsed straight. Then he took the straight branch and threw it to the ground. The thin and thin branch turned out to be like a sharp sword.
It was inserted into the ground until most of it was submerged, and the remaining half was vibrating violently on the ground, making a humming and trembling sound.
All the spirit sword masters present suddenly changed their expressions! They looked at the trembling half branch in shock, not because of the method of using branches to replace swords, but because of its symbolic meaning. It was really unbelievable!
"What does he mean? Did I read that correctly?"
"He challenges Senior Brother Wang Biao again! Is he crazy or am I crazy?"
"Could he be scared out of his wits by Senior Brother Wang Biao?"
"He's got the guts! That's why I admire him!"
It is very common to stick a sword on the ground, but if you stick it in front of a spirit sword master intentionally, it is an invitation to challenge the other party. The Spirit Sword Sect does not prohibit the disciples from fighting, and even encourages them to a certain extent. This kind of challenge
As long as you accept that everyone will live or die, the sect will not hold anyone accountable.
"He's crazy! Do you really want to die so much?" The young female disciple of the Original Desire Sword Sect covered her mouth and exclaimed. She was so shocked that she forgot her senior sister's warning.
Senior Brother Luo snorted coldly: "Death early, rebirth early, staying here is also a big obstacle to our Yujian Sect."
Su Ying did not rebuke this time, but pursed her lips and stared at Mo Wen. She knew more about Mo Wen. Just four days ago, Wu Ming, who went to Xiaonan Mountain, returned seriously injured. She did not
Knowing how Mo Wen did it, if they thought about it carefully, they had never seen through this young man since they met Zhao Guo.
Wang Biao stared at the half branch at his feet, his face showing astonishment, then surprise, anger, and finally he laughed: "Okay, great! How dare a registered disciple challenge me! It seems that I have spent too much time in this period.
Silence, no one knows me anymore!"
bass--
A bloody spiritual sword turned into a spiritual light and penetrated into the ground against the half branch.
Wang Biao looked at Mo Wen fiercely and said word by word: "Boy, you will not die so easily."
Mo Wen's answer was very simple. He stepped forward and punched. There was nothing fancy about it, just a simple straight punch. There was an explosion in the air, and a ball of air was violently compressed by the violent force. It contained terrifying power and was directly bombarded.
Xiang Wang Biao. Because the punch was too strong, the Lingyu Sword Sect disciples within ten feet around him felt a strong wind, which seemed to suck away all the air.
Faced with this most direct and domineering punch, Wang Biao's eyes widened. Before he could be frightened, the spiritual sword in front of him flew up automatically upon being sensed, creating a bloody sword curtain.
The violent power directly hit the sword screen, and the bloody barrier collapsed in an instant, but the remaining power continued to move forward. Finally, Wang Biao roared, pointed out the bloody sword, and used the secret skill of Scarlet Devil Peak, Blood Demon.
Sword points.
Bo——
The force of the fist finally dissipated and turned into a circular ripple that rushed around. Wang Biao took three steps back in a row. There was no trace of blood on his face, and the finger pointing to the Bleeding Demon Sword trembled slightly.
Shocking! One punch shocked the whole audience!
All the disciples of the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect opened their mouths wide, as if they had seen the most incredible thing ever.
"How is that possible?! One punch! One punch knocked back Senior Brother Wang Biao!"
"He didn't even use a spiritual sword! Sword Ancestor! When did a human's fist become so powerful?"
"There is no sword energy fluctuation! Such pure power!"|
"It's unbelievable. You can compete with a spiritual sword master who is at the peak of his sword veins in the early stage with just his pure strength! How powerful is this body?"
"Impossible! He must have some secret method to cover up the fluctuations of sword energy. The punch he just punched should be compressed sword energy!"
"Yes! There is no way a human body can be so powerful! Unless he is a monster!"
Many disciples were talking about it. In the distance, several disciples of the Original Desire Sword Sect were also stunned and speechless. Su Ying's eyes flickered, and she finally took a deep breath: "So that's it."
Wang Biao took three steps back, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground. He was stunned at first, and then his eyes suddenly turned blood red, and violent bloodthirsty energy burst out from his body, like
An enraged monster.
The blood-colored spirit sword that was knocked away turned into a streak of blood and fell into the palm of his hand, and the spirit sword exploded with blood.
"Tu Zi Jue! Go to hell!"
The sword slashed down, and the bloody sword light reflected a big bright red word "Tu" in the air. Boundless evil energy overflowed from the word "Tu", and the sound of the wail of a fierce ghost could be faintly heard from within.
A hundred feet in radius was affected by the terrifying evil force, and all the vegetation withered immediately, and every trace of essence was drawn into the bloody sword light, and with the word "Tu", it chopped down towards Mo Wen's head.
At the top of Tianmo Peak, under the third stone platform, two old men who were meditating and adjusting their breath suddenly opened their eyes and looked down the mountain.
Looking at the bloody light rising into the sky, one of the old men frowned: "Slaughter Zi Jue? It seems that you are a disciple of Scarlet Devil Peak. It is really nonsense to use such a secret technique that can cause damage to both sides in this sect!"
The other old man also frowned, but after hearing the first old man's words, he snorted softly and said noncommittally: "The Blood Demon Path evolved from the Killing Demon Path, so what about the murderous nature of the practitioners? No.
How can you prove the truth by killing?"
The first old man rolled his eyes: "It's my mistake to argue with an old guy like you who protects his shortcomings to the point of blatantly. Let's go and take a look. Just don't cause any big trouble."dd