Fang Rou looked at the graceful girl in white standing on the wall. Her face returned to calmness, and her demeanor as the daughter of a marquis returned to her. If anyone with a discerning eye could see a hint of hostility in her eyes.
"This fairy, I am Fang Rou, the daughter of Marquis Dingbei. I have not had any marriage contract with Qingcheng. The marriage certificate was completely forged by Qingcheng unilaterally. I was also kidnapped from Feishicheng by Qingcheng."
"Bitch! Stop talking nonsense!" The faces of all the people in Qingcheng below became extremely ugly, and they shouted and cursed at Fang Rou. A sixth-level spirit sword master quietly walked around behind Mo Wen and suddenly slashed out a sharp slash.
The target of the sword energy is Fang Rou!
The guests who were watching the excitement from afar showed disdain for this act, but Qingcheng's power could only swallow their displeasure and watch with cold eyes. In fact, these people did not think highly of Mo Wen, although Mo Wen had not shown up until now.
He showed great strength, and even the sixth-level spirit sword masters were no match for him. However, the high-level spiritual sword masters from Qingcheng had not shown up yet. They did not think that this young boy would be among the dozens of high-level spiritual sword masters.
opponent.
How could Mo Wen not sense the small movements of the sixth-level spirit sword master behind him? When the opponent burst into attack, he slashed his sword backwards, but it was still faint and almost without trace. The detached sword energy
Suddenly collapsed, and fear flashed in the eyes of the sixth-level spirit sword master, and his whole body was torn in half, and blood rained all over the sky.
When the other spirit sword masters saw this, they no longer dared to act rashly and could only stare at Mo Wen with hatred.
Mo Wen killed this man as if he had done a trivial thing. He did not turn around to look at the results of his victory. He looked at the girl in white and said, "Fairy should still understand the right and wrong of this matter, can you let me two leave?"
The girl in white glanced at him, turned the spirit sword in her hand and put it back into its sheath. Although she didn't speak, her actions still proved it.
Mo Wen looked overjoyed and thanked the girl in white: "Thank you so much, Fairy. Today's kindness will be repaid well in the future."
There was a commotion among the Qingcheng children below. They did not expect that the girl in white would let him go so easily. However, although she complained in her heart, she did not dare to show it. She could only loudly ask the girl to take action. The girl had no reaction to this and just kept quiet.
Standing with sword in hand.
"Thief! If you dare to mess up our Qingcheng and steal my bride, I think you don't want to live anymore! Catch this man! I will cut off his flesh bit by bit and feed it to the dogs!"
Suddenly there was a loud shout in the distance, and a young man was seen rushing towards here. Two figures beside him suddenly shot out towards Mo Wen, and within a few breaths, one on the left and the other on the right appeared in Mo Wenshu.
Ten feet away, the rich spiritual pressure on their bodies indicates the identities of these two people - seventh-level spiritual sword masters!
"We've seen a good show, it's Young Master Qingcheng."
"The greatest hatred in the world is the hatred of killing one's father and taking away one's wife. With the temper of the young master of Qingcheng, this young man might as well commit suicide immediately."
"Hey, it's a pity that this boy has the strength of a high-level spiritual sword master at a young age, but he has to die in Qingcheng today."
"God is jealous of talented people."
The guests in the distance were talking a lot, and the eyes they looked at Mo Wen were full of pity and pity. But what they saw next made these guests seem to be choked, with their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open and unable to close their eyes for a long time.
I saw Mo Wen surrounded by two seventh-level spirit sword masters. He turned his long sword in his hand and swayed the sword shadow all over the sky. The protective sword energy on the two seventh-level spiritual sword masters' bodies shattered at the same time, and the sword spirits transformed into
Their bodies were instantly disillusioned, and the two seventh-level spirit sword masters themselves burst into two balls of blood and were shattered into pieces under the terrifying sword power!
The Qingcheng disciples watching the battle below were all stunned on the spot, with all kinds of joyful expressions frozen on their faces. They all felt like they were dreaming. Those were high-level spiritual sword masters! Two high-level spiritual sword masters.
He was killed with a sword without any chance of fighting back, and the person who made the move was actually a boy who looked to be under eighteen years old! Who was this boy? What kind of monster did Qingcheng provoke today?
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Liu Yueqiong, the young master of Qingcheng, who was originally full of confidence and was thinking about how to defeat this person who dared to steal his bride, suddenly stopped and ran backwards in fear. But Mo
Asked if he would be given such a chance, looking at him with indifferent eyes, a subtle and undetectable black line passed through the void, and Liu Yueqiong's body suddenly split into two pieces in mid-air.
Leng Yue was silent, and the killing was invisible. Everyone present was a powerful swordsman or spirit sword master. Mo Wen's silent sword almost captured everyone's attention. Everyone felt chills running down their spines and their eyes were full of disbelief.
:How can there be such swordsmanship in the world?!
The face of the girl in white who had always been calm finally changed, and she looked at Mo Wen solemnly. This sword also made her feel the threat of death. Her spiritual sense could only sense the fleeting energy.
There is no way to resist it!
Mo Wen stood with his sword in hand and scanned the whole place. The Qingcheng disciples he looked at all retreated, as if there was some terrible soul-stealing technique in Mo Wen's eyes. That's right! Mo Wen's method of killing the young master of Qingcheng just now was too
It's weird. There are no traces of the sword being drawn. Just by looking at the opponent, Young Master Qingcheng's entire body was split into two halves. This scene is really unbelievable!
"Death Sword Eyes?" The girl in white took the rare initiative to speak to Mo Wen, and looked at Mo Wen with a hint of hope.
Mo Wen felt hot in his heart, and almost wanted to tell the truth, but his last sense of reason stopped him, and he looked at the girl in white and responded silently, neither denying nor admitting.
"Qiong'er!" A mournful cry rang out in the distance, and strong spiritual energy fluctuations rolled in. A figure was seen rushing from the depths of the house and threw itself next to Liu Yueqiong's body.
"Eighth level spiritual sword master!" The expressions of the surrounding guests changed slightly.
"Why is this person so young? Is the old city master of the Liu family rejuvenated?"
"Not the ancestor of the Liu family, do you still remember the genius boy from Qingcheng twenty years ago?"
"Huh? It's the sixth young master who became a fourth-level spiritual sword master at the age of ten! This man is said to have been admitted to Wuchenya, one of the three secret places. Unexpectedly, after twenty years, he actually has an eighth-level spiritual sword master.
Master’s cultivation level!? It is indeed worthy of being one of the holy places for the three great spiritual sword masters in the Zhao Kingdom.”
"The three secret places have always been indifferent to worldly affairs. When did the Sixth Young Master come back?"
"This young man will not be able to survive this time. People who come from the three secret places have unpredictable methods that cannot be measured by common sense. No matter how strong this young man is, there is no way he can defeat the disciples of the three secret places."
"That's not necessarily true. I think the origin of this young man's ghost-like method just now must not be simple. He may be the descendant of the other two secret places."
"What you said makes sense, haha. You are right to come to Qingcheng this time. I have the chance to witness the battle between these alien spirit sword masters. It is more precious than the Sword Lake Conference that takes place every ten years."
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Liu Yifeng raised his red eyes and stared at Mo Wen fiercely: "It's you! Did you kill Qiong'er?"
Mo Wen frowned slightly. He sensed a hint of danger in this person, but this threat was not in his eyes. What really made him feel dangerous was the other person following Liu Yifeng!
His youthful appearance is definitely no more than twenty years old, and his spiritual power is powerful and powerful. He is only a little weaker than the girl in white. He is at least a ninth-level spiritual sword master! This person must be the second-ranked among the strongest people he has seen so far.
The first one was naturally the girl in white. The young man stood aside and looked at Mo Wen with some interest, without even looking at the corpse on the ground.
Seeing that Mo Wen didn't answer, Liu Yifeng roared like a wounded beast, and pulled out the spiritual sword from his waist with a cry, and terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations swept the entire place.
"It's actually a top-grade spiritual sword! No! This spiritual power fluctuation is even stronger than that of a top-grade top-grade spiritual sword. It's almost going to be upgraded to a top-grade spiritual sword!" The spirit sword masters among the guests changed their expressions and looked at Liu in shock.
With the spiritual sword in Yifeng's hand, some of his eyes were even more vaguely filled with greed.
"Thief! Die!" Liu Yifeng's whole body was filled with sword energy, and his body flew towards Mo Wen like a gust of wind. The sharp sword energy tore through the air and made a terrifying scream.
Metallic sword energy! Mo Wen immediately made a judgment. Liu Yifeng was cultivating the Jinxing sword energy, which is known as the sharpest attack! The eighth-level rich Jinxing sword energy was steadily suppressing Mo Wen, but
The battle is not determined by whose sword energy is strong, it can be directly faced with a sudden attack.
Liu Yifeng's figure paused in mid-air, and the rich white sword light on his body faded for a few minutes, but he remained strong and continued to charge towards Mo Wen.
"The golden wind splits the sky!"
Liu Yifeng shouted loudly, and the sword energy in his body surged. A huge white sword light rose into the sky, whipped up a fierce wind, and struck down at Mo Wen.
The colors of the surrounding guests changed again. The power of this sword was comparable to that of a ninth-level spirit sword master! The strong wind brought about by the sword light would cause ordinary middle-level spirit sword masters to be caught in it without dying or being seriously injured! The spirit sword masters who came out of the three secret places
Sure enough!
Mo Wen's expression was slightly condensed. The power of the opponent's sword had already caught up with the third form of the Dayunyu Sword Art. Obviously, the sword art carried by the opponent was not an ordinary thing. Taking a deep breath, Mo Wen began to activate the third form.
Melting clouds and turning into rain!
The long sword swung past in front of Mo Wen, and the moisture in the air was attracted, and finally formed a criss-crossed appearance of illusory black sword shadows, and then the two merged into one, until they condensed into a ten-dimensional line.
The huge sword light that was ten feet long was like a black waterfall, carrying a huge force and crashing into the white and red sword light!
The girl in white and the young man who had just appeared both stared at Mo Wen's sword in surprise.
Two sword lights clashed in mid-air, and what happened next shocked everyone present. As soon as the white sword light met the black sword light, its power was immediately reduced, like a pile of burning firewood suddenly
After being poured a basin of cold water on his head, the black sword light suddenly became powerful, smashing through the dim white sword light, and continued to cover Liu Yifeng's head like a ferocious evil dragon!
Liu Yifeng's eyes widened and he looked at the black dragon rushing down with some disbelief. Before he could make any reaction, it was penetrated through his entire body and dissipated behind him.
The young man suddenly changed his color and shouted angrily: "Stop! How dare you!"