But the young man's words were obviously too late. The black sword light had already passed through Liu Yifeng's body, and his whole body was shattered from the inside by the tiny sword energy. He paused in mid-air, and then slowly turned into a ball of powder.
Sprinkle.
The guests were completely stunned, and several of them murmured to themselves: "Kill, actually kill!"
All the guests felt a boundless chill covering their whole bodies. They were not in the mood to watch the fun. The disciples of the three secret places died here, under their noses. If Wuchenya were to hold them responsible, they
No one watching the fun can escape! The guests who were just lucky to be able to watch a big battle immediately began to regret it. Why are you watching the fun? Isn’t this too long?
Mo Wen was also slightly startled. He did not expect that his sword style would have such a result. The power of the two sword styles should be roughly equal, but his own sword style actually swallowed up the power of the opponent's sword style. This was a surprise.
The leader actually defeated the opponent in one fell swoop. It seems that there are still many mysteries of the Great Cloud and Rain Sword Technique that he has not fully understood.
"Asshole! You actually killed my disciple of the Heart Sword Sect! Even if you are from the Valley of Desire, I will kill you here!" The young man's face was full of violence, and the sword at his waist whispered, and he automatically followed
The sword jumped out of its sheath, and the buzzing sound of the sword made all the spirit sword masters present feel restless.
"Excellent spiritual sword!" someone in the audience exclaimed.
The young man stepped forward with a spiritual sword in his hand. The distance of dozens of feet was instantly shortened by half, and he actually possessed that strange movement technique. After a few ups and downs, he was already approaching Mo Wen, who was less than three feet in front of him. Such a distance was not suitable for Gao Wen.
For a spiritual sword master, it’s like face to face!
Then the young man raised the spirit sword in his hand and slashed it diagonally towards Mo Wen. A violent tidal sound came from the sword body.
Mo Wen's expression changed slightly. The young man's sword seemed simple, but it had almost reached the point where the sword followed his heart. Moreover, the power contained in the spiritual sword made him even more frightened. If it was confirmed, with his current situation
The strong body would probably be shattered immediately.
There was moisture under his feet, and his body swung to the side, narrowly avoiding the young man's sword.
Boom! The young man's sword fell into the air, and the building below was damaged by the fish pond. It was shaken by the power contained in the spiritual sword and turned into a pile of ruins.
hiss--
There were many gasping sounds coming from the distance, and a palace was destroyed with just the strength of the sword. How powerful is this? Is this young man a sword master?
Seeing that the attack failed, the young man immediately leaned forward and struck again with the sword. Mo Wen dodged again and again and responded with all his might. The nearby buildings collapsed and were destroyed by the young man's sword. Those who were surrounding him
The Qingcheng disciples didn't dare to stay. They retreated a hundred feet away before nervously stopping to watch.
Mo Wen was surprised. This young man's sword style was very strange, containing a power that could destroy everything. Being hit from the front would definitely be no better than the fate of that palace.
Little did he know that the young man was even more surprised than him. The young man in front of him looked too weird. His sword energy cultivation in his body was only at the peak of the sixth level of Qi refining, but he was able to handle it with ease under the cover of his own sword force. His own tidal sword force was unable to do anything about it.
Every time the opponent is enveloped in the force of the sword, the opponent can slip out like a loach, making all his efforts useless.
As time went by, an uncontrollable feeling arose in the young man's heart. Although he was not an absolute genius in the sect, he still had extraordinary aptitude. At the age of nineteen, he was able to successfully build the ninth level of Qi refining in less than five years.
Ji, he is definitely ranked among the top ten disciples of his generation. But now his pride and dignity have been trampled on by the young man in front of him!
A wave of jealousy slowly grew like a poisonous snake, biting his body and mind. The young man in front of him must die!
The young man used all his strength to activate the sword style. One sword was stronger than the other. The continuous terrifying sword force enveloped a space of dozens of feet in radius. All objects protruding from the ground were shaken into powder. Mo Wen took shelter inside.
It became more and more difficult, because he was carrying Fang Rou on his back, and he had to take into account Fang Rou's weak physique. He could not move infinitely fast, and had to stop at every step, waiting for Fang Rou to adapt. Even so, Fang Rou could not
At such high speed, he vomited all over his body and fainted.
Stab! The entire sleeve of Mo Wen's left arm suddenly shattered into powder, and blood marks appeared on it.
The young man looked happy and used the sword technique even more vigorously. He seemed to have seen Mo Wen's intention to protect Fang Rou. He smiled coldly and started to target Fang Rou with his sword.
Mo Wen's expression changed, and the pressure increased sharply. Within a few breaths, the sleeve of his right arm was crushed by the sword, and dangers abounded.
The girl in white frowned slightly, as if she could see the young man's intention, but she didn't say anything. Her temperament was such that other people's joys, sorrows, and joys seemed to have nothing to do with her.
Mo Wen's heart was filled with murderous intent. This young man had made up his mind to kill himself, so he had nothing to hold back!
"Leng Yue" was launched brazenly, and a black thread disappeared in a flash, silently entangling the young man.
The young man suddenly felt a cold chill covering his whole body, his pupils suddenly shrank, and then he felt a cold on his right wrist, and his spirit sword and his right hand flew into the air. The young man looked at the falling spirit sword and the falling spirit sword in a daze.
His right hand, when it fell to the dust, he realized what had happened, and a heart-rending roar resounded throughout Qingcheng.
"Ah! My hand! My hand! How dare you break my hand!"
The young man seemed unable to bear the blow, and looked like he was going crazy. He rushed towards Mo Wen. Mo Wen frowned slightly and swung his body back, falling more than ten feet away. The young man ran a few steps and tripped over an underground ravine.
, unexpectedly still crawled away without asking, as if the two had an unforgettable hatred.
Without the spirit sword, even a ninth-level spirit sword master's strength would be greatly reduced. Now Mo Wen naturally would not take this young man seriously. He glanced at the girl in white and saw that the other party was still indifferent. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Qing Qing.
Sweeping towards the city gate.
The girl in white looked at him quietly without any intention of stopping him. Those Qingcheng guards and spirit sword masters did not dare to stop him, and watched helplessly as Mo Wen passed over their heads.
But at this moment, a stream of light rose from the depths of the courtyard, projecting like lightning, almost in the blink of an eye. Mo Wen, who was in mid-air, only felt a creepy cold feeling coming from behind, and had only time to turn his body
Turning sideways to avoid being behind Fang Rou, the stream of light had already hit in front of him. Without even seeing what it was, it hit his left shoulder and passed through the shoulder blade!
Mo Wen groaned, landed on the ground, and staggered for several steps before he could get rid of the momentum brought by the streamer.
"Mr. Wen, are you injured?" Fang Rou exclaimed.
Mo Wen stood on the ground, his left arm drooped, and blood trickled down along his left arm. He took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a green blood pill and swallowed it. He stared at the sky unblinkingly during the entire movement.
somewhere.
I saw an old man standing in the air with a spiritual sword under his feet, staring coldly at Mo Wen.
All the onlookers around were in a commotion, walking with the sword! The unique patent of the sword master! It turned out to be the sword master! Almost all eyes were focused on the old man, holding their breath and looking at the sword master in the air almost piously.
old man.
The girl in white bowed slightly to the old man from a distance: "I've met Uncle Huo."
Elder Huo nodded slightly, but still stared at Mo Wen with his cold eyes, and asked grimly: "Did you kill my registered disciple and hurt my beloved disciple?"
Mo Wen held the sword in his right hand and remained silent. His whole mind was resisting the spiritual pressure coming from the old man. The pressure was like a mountain, and the suppressed sword energy in his body almost stopped functioning! Powerful! He was so powerful that he could not resist! This was what the old man had given Mo Wen.
Ask about first impressions.
"Humph, why don't you say anything? I will kill you on the spot today, and your elders will have nothing to say!" Elder Huo's eyes were full of violence. He asked Mo Qian, and a sword energy that was as solid as a sword shot out.
came out and shot toward Mo Wen like a stream of light.
Mo Wen's face changed wildly. He finally knew what this stream of light was. It was actually a sword energy that was completely condensed into a solid entity. Although it was not large in size, the power contained in it was almost disappointing!
Mo Wen was not desperate. After being baptized by thousands of broken swords and broken spirits, his perseverance could not be suppressed by his strength. Leng Yue used all his strength to attack the sword energy.
Leng Yue, who used all his strength to activate it, almost instantly drained 80% of Mo Wen's sword energy. Its power reached the limit that Mo Wen could send out, and its speed was also extremely fast!
The stream of light suddenly stopped in mid-air, and half of it was destroyed in an instant. When Mo Wen was left with only a dim fluorescent light in front of him, Mo Wen raised his sword to block it, and the embryo of the high-grade spiritual sword was immediately broken, and the fluorescent light finally
It hit Mo Wen's chest, but it didn't penetrate. Instead, it dissipated, leaving a clear hole in his clothes.
"Destiny Sword Eyes?!" Elder Huo's expression changed slightly, his eyes were gloomy and uncertain, and finally he stared at Mo Wen and said coldly: "Are you a disciple of Weiguo Mojian Sect?"
Mo Wen's expression moved slightly. Wei State is a country in the south of Zhao State. Although the two countries share a border, their borders are separated by misty swamps. There are usually no conflicts and little communication. Why does this old man regard himself as Wei State Mo Jianmen?
A disciple? Could it be that his silent Cold Moon Sword Style was like the so-called fatal sword pupil of the Mojian Sect of the Wei Kingdom? But seeing the fear hidden in the old man's eyes, Mo Wen had an idea.
Looking at the old man proudly, he said: "Your Excellency, you killed this junior indiscriminately. Are you really not afraid that the junior teachers will seek justice from the seniors in the future?"
"Looking for justice from me?! What do you mean if two of my disciples are dead and the other is injured? You kid, don't threaten me. In the Zhao Kingdom, my Heart Sword Sect is still afraid of your Mo Jian Sect?" Elder Huo said angrily. But although he
He was angry, but he didn't take action without any scruples. He was obviously quite afraid of the Mo Jianmen.
"Senior, why don't you ask me why I killed you?" Mo Wen looked at him without showing any timidity.dd