The faces of several outer disciples of the Lingyu Sword Sect who were closer to Mo Wen all changed wildly, and they quickly retreated towards the outside.
Ning Yao's face also turned pale, but she did not retreat. She yelled at the madman and stepped forward to resist Wang Biao's Tu Zi Sword Art.
However, there was one person who was faster than her. Mo Wen released a rich silver light all over his body, as if he was covered in a layer of silver clothing. The silver light flowed towards his remaining right arm, and the entire arm was plated with silver.
The fist was more like lighting up a silver sun, and then the sun rushed forward, and a thick silver beam of light burst out from the sun, hitting the bloody sword with great force.
The huge butcher character collapsed in an instant, and the blood in the sky was annihilated like ice and snow under the silver light. Then the unfailing silver light pillar continued to move forward, shooting toward Wang Biao Cave like a rainbow penetrating the sun.
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With an unbelievable look in Wang Biao's eyes, he watched helplessly as the silver beam of light shot out and penetrated through his chest!
"stop!"
A loud shout came from the sky, and then two bright sword lights fell down parallel to each other, and two terrifying spiritual pressures came at the same time! But obviously they arrived a little late, and the outcome was decided between life and death!
Wang Biao's eyes were full of fear and disbelief. He stiffly lowered his head and glanced at the almost hollowed-out chest and abdomen. The life in his eyes faded, and the body fell straight to the ground.
All the disciples who were watching were stunned and even looked at this scene with some confusion. They did not even notice the arrival of the two Jian Gang elders.
"Biao'er!" One of the sword lights fell in front of Wang Biao's corpse. Looking at Wang Biao's corpse, he trembled all over. Then he looked at Mo Wen with red eyes and shouted: "Evil! You dare to kill my grandson! I
Let you pay with your life!"
A ray of sword light was slashed towards Mo Wen, and the sword light was overflowing with Gang Qi. It turned out to be the Gang Qi stabilizing the mid-Jian Gang level attack!
"Elder Wang! No!" An urgent cry came from the mouth of another elder Jian Gang who came with him, but the sword light had already come out, and it was too late to stop it.
The elder Wang was so angry that he attacked with all his strength. Not only was Mo Wen within his attack range, but Ning Yao was also the first to bear the brunt. Even the outer disciples at the rear would also be affected. Although Jian Gang and Jian Mai were only a big difference in realm,
But there is a huge difference. Even a wisp of escaping Gang Qi cannot be resisted by a spiritual sword master in the early stage of Sword Vein.
Ning Yao was completely frightened, staring blankly at the terrifying sword light as if it was swallowing a man-eating monster.
Mo Wen did not sit still and wait for death. All the life force in his body was mobilized and poured into his whole body. The surface of his body ignited with silver flames. It was just that the silver flames were a bit illusory, like a phantom and not very real. However, the huge and heart-stopping power
The fluctuations are not false at all, they are already comparable to the fluctuations of the sword energy of the late-stage Sword Meridian Spirit Sword Master!
Taking a step forward, the ground shook violently as if it had been trampled by a wild beast.
Mo Wen directly faced the sword light that was like a death light in the eyes of the sword pulse stage spirit sword.
boom!
Mo Wen's legs completely sank into the soil from the thighs down, and he pushed his body a few feet backward. However, the sword light did not tear his body apart in the end. It was completely blocked by his thin body, and the sword escaped.
The Qi swept away in two directions in a fan shape based on Mo Wen's body.
Ning Yao stared at Mo Wen's back, her heart palpitating inexplicably. An indescribable mysterious feeling lingered in her heart, and she was a little crazy. When she was most helpless, this person stood in front of her.
, using his not-thick body to block the terrifying sword light.
"He, he blocked it?" an outer disciple in the distance almost groaned, unable to express his feelings at this moment simply by being shocked.
How unbelievable is it that a strike from a spiritual swordsman in the Jian Gang realm was received by an unknown registered disciple?
However, even though Mo Wen blocked the sword light, his condition was extremely bad. The entire muscle of his right arm was almost completely shredded, and the front of his body was covered with sword marks and bones everywhere. What is even more surprising is that Mo Wen
Upon seeing these injuries, they were shrouded in a layer of silver light rising from the body, and the muscles in the wounds slowly squirmed and recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"What a vigorous vitality! What a hard body!" The elder Jian Gang who came with him took a breath of cold air and let out two exclamations in succession.
The elder Wang who took action turned blue: "Evil! I will kill you today!"
The elder who came with him frowned slightly, and with a movement of his body, he appeared between Elder Wang and Mo Wen: "Elder Wang! The matter has not been clarified, so we cannot deal with it at will."
"Tang Hongfeng! Get out of my way! Is there anything unclear about the matter? This villain killed his fellow disciples in full view of everyone. His crime is unpardonable! I will clean up the family today!" Elder Wang shouted angrily.
The face of the elder who came with him finally darkened. He had already given the other party enough face, but the other party didn't give him any face at all. The clay figurine has a fire nature, let alone him, the inner elder of the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect? To his grandson?
The only sympathy left in death is gone.
He no longer paid attention to the irrational Elder Wang. He moved his body and landed in front of Mo Wen. He looked at Ning Yao who was standing aside: "Yaoer, what is going on?"
When Ning Yao saw the old man, her eyes turned red and she almost cried. Things developed too fast. It took less than a quarter of an hour from the start of the conflict to the end. She didn't react at all. As soon as she heard Tang Hongfeng's question, she felt aggrieved.
It all came out, so I recounted what happened intermittently.
After Tang Hongfeng finished listening to the narration, his eyebrows furrowed and he looked at Mo Wen, silent.
He kept waiting, but Elder Wang didn't have the patience. After listening to Ning Yao's story, it seemed that Wang Biao had brought it all on himself. This was something he could never tolerate, and he shouted angrily: "Shut up! You bitch!"
Yan Yanhuang, it is obvious that you conspired to kill my grandson!"
Tang Hongfeng's expression changed slightly. Elder Wang has turned into a mad dog. He will bite whoever he catches. Ning Yao is the only daughter of the leader of Piaomiao Peak, and he is the elder of the inner sect of Piaomiao Peak! Now drag Ning Yao into the incident.
Where do you put me? So he said calmly: "Elder Wang, the sect does not taboo against sword fighting among the same disciples. Manslaughter happens from time to time. If he is killed because his skills are inferior to others, if every sword fighting disciple
After his death, his elders jumped out to take revenge, so what rules does the sect have?"
"Tang Hongfeng! Are you going to go against me?" Elder Wang's face was so gloomy that it almost dripped with tears.
Tang Hongfeng said calmly: "I dare not, I am just discussing the matter. Your grandson died in a normal sword fight. He was not as skilled as others and did not know how to advance or retreat. It is reasonable for this disciple to accidentally kill him."
"What?" Elder Wang was so angry that his beard and hair were bulging: "Tang! You are determined to go against me! I will kill him today! Who dares to stop me?"
"I dare!"
A calm but majestic female voice came from above, and then a sword light fell from the sky, and huge spiritual pressure enveloped the entire foot of Tianmo Peak.
The sword light faded away, revealing a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a light blue neon feather coat. This woman's appearance is similar to Ning Yao, but there is a kind of majesty between her eyebrows that she has been in a high position for a long time. This woman
The beautiful middle-aged woman is Ning Yimeng, the leader of Piaomiao Peak, one of the five peaks of Lingyu Sword Sect.
"Wang Wei, I am right here, do you dare to move and try?" Ning Yimeng looked at Elder Wang coldly, showing no anger.
Elder Wang's face turned ugly, turning green and white at one time or another. Finally, he lowered his head and said stiffly: "Wang Wei has seen Ning Shouzuo."
Tang Hongfeng also stepped forward and performed a bowing ceremony: "I have seen the first one."
Ning Yimeng snorted softly and said calmly: "Wang Wei, you are so majestic. Do you want to clear out my daughter's family too?"
"I don't dare." The muscles on Wang Wei's face twitched: "Because I lost my beloved grandson, I was excited for a moment and my words were biased. Please forgive me, Mr. Ning."
"Excuse me?" Ning Yimengfeng narrowed her eyes, and suddenly raised her finger without any warning, and a wisp of sword energy as faint as light smoke burst out. Wang Wei had no time to react, and the sword energy burst out.
It had penetrated his left shoulder.
Wang Wei groaned, took a few steps back, gritted his teeth and said nothing.
"My daughter is free for me to teach. You are not qualified yet. I will teach you a lesson today, get out!"
Wang Wei held his hand to Ning Yimeng without saying a word, stared at Mo Wen with a cold gaze, grabbed Wang Biao's body, rushed into the sky with sword light, and disappeared in an instant.
"Mother!"
Ning Yao happily ran to Ning Yimeng and took one of Ning Yimeng's hands coquettishly.
Ning Yimeng's eyes softened, and she patted Ning Yao's head dotingly: "You girl, you don't know what's important. From now on, stop meddling in other things and focus on practicing when you have time."
"Mother, it's not my fault, it's Wang Biao who went too far!" Ning Yao argued reluctantly.
Ning Yimeng shook her head and looked at Mo Wen in the field. The warmth in her eyes faded and became cold again.
"Which peak are you a disciple of?"
At this moment, Mo Wen has recovered most of his injuries, and most of the new flesh on his arms has spread out. The bright red tender meat looks a little oozing. He felt the cold chill and said calmly: "Mo Wen, a registered disciple of Xiaoxuanfeng, see you
Exceeding seniors."
Ning Yimeng's eyes showed a hint of strangeness. She was unusually calm, and her perfect spiritual pressure of Jian Gang had no effect. She looked at Mo Wen seriously: "You are very good. The Dantian is broken and repaired."
The source of life, and such achievements have been made, but this method cannot last long, the human body has limited potential, and if you over-exploit it, sooner or later the source of life will dry up and you will die."
Mo Wen remained silent. He had long understood this problem. Although his sword body was different from ordinary people, the potential of his life source was ultimately limited, but now it seemed that there was no risk of exhaustion before he reached the second stage of cultivation.
"There have been many people who have tried this. The strongest one has cultivated the power of life to the second stage, but none of them can survive for a period of time. The stronger the power, the shorter the lifespan.
Those who have reached the second stage of Yuanli cultivation will have their physical bodies dry up and die after one year, just like a flash in the pan."
Ning Yimeng kept staring at Mo Wen's eyes, trying to see some emotions from his eyes, but she was disappointed to find that the other person's eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, so calm that it was terrifying, and a little appreciation rose from her heart.
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"Cultivation of the source of life is not a long-term solution. I will tell you this. You helped Yao'er this time. I don't like to owe favors to others. I happen to have a sword technique here, which was created by a person who specializes in cultivating the source of life.
It should be of some help to you."
Ning Yimeng took out a blank jade slip from the sword pouch, engraved it with spiritual consciousness, and threw it away.
Mo Wen reached out to catch it without looking carefully.
After doing this, Ning Yimeng pulled Ning Yao and stood up directly with her sword. Ning Yao glanced at Mo Wen below, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
Tang Hongfeng hadn't said a word since Ning Yimeng arrived, and he couldn't say anything at this moment. He didn't even look at Mo Wen, and just flew away with his sword. In his eyes, Mo Wen was almost dead, and there was really no need to waste it.