Mo Wen looked at the sword light above his head, an imperceptible sarcasm flashed in his eyes, his right arm shook, and a bloody ordinary sword not far away was taken into his hand, and the sword slashed down from top to bottom.
The third form of the Great Cloud and Rain Sword Technique, melting clouds into rain!
At this moment, this sword style appeared more relaxed and freehand from Mo Wen's hand. The thick black sword light was like a long black river crossing the sky. The sword light emitted by the two ninth-level early stage spirit sword masters shattered in an instant, and then this
The remaining force of the black sword light fell on the two of them.
The body-protecting sword spirits transformed by the two ninth-level spirit sword masters flickered on and off for a while, and finally shattered and flew back like two cannonballs, smashing a courtyard wall.
The power of a sword is so powerful!
The entire audience was shocked again. Elder Yu and the remaining four spirit sword masters couldn't help but take half a step back, with a look of deep fear in their eyes.
Mo Wen shook the long sword in his hand, and the slender sword suddenly turned into little silver powder and scattered. Ordinary swords could not withstand such a strong sword energy infusion, and the internal structure completely collapsed.
He reached out and made a move, and another ordinary sword bounced from the ground and fell into his hand. He glanced at the four people lightly.
Mr. Yu's face was uncertain, and he said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, is there really no room for relaxation?"
Mo Wen's long sword chanted softly, and a long river of sword energy burst out again, answering with practical actions.
The four people, Yu and Lao, were horrified and used their swords to block at the same time. In the end, the four ninth-level spirit sword masters combined their efforts and were able to cut off the power of Mo Wen's sword.
"Your Excellency! We are willing to leave the Sword-making Villa!" Mr. Yu shouted angrily.
Mo Wen threw away the bare hilt of the sword in his hand, and picked up an ordinary sword again. He drew it out gently. An old man in the early stage of the ninth level had no time to react, and was hit by invisible water vapor from the center.
It was torn apart, the body fell to the ground, and the internal organs were scattered all over the floor.
The breathing of the remaining three old men suddenly stagnated, and now there was no luck in their hearts. The silver-faced man in front of them had the strength to bury them all here! What kind of strength did he have when he fell to the ground? Could it be that he was a sword master?
"Your Excellency, do you really want to kill them all? We are willing to swear that we will never offend the Sword-making Villa and respect the Mo family as our brothers!"
Mr. Yu was really anxious. The silver-faced man's strength was too weird and terrifying. Killing a ninth-level spirit sword master would be like killing a dog!
Mo Wen's third sword, "Yun Sheng Wu Hao", had already been used, and countless sharp clouds and rain sword energy were fired towards Yu Lao and the other three.
Mr. Yu and Mr. Sun tried their best to resist and managed to block all the sword energy, but they still suffered several horrific wounds on their bodies. However, the last old man in the early ninth level was not so lucky. The body-protecting sword spirit
After only holding on for a breath, it was declared shattered. The whole person was pierced by the sword energy and turned into a sieve. The body was almost no longer human.
"ah!"
Mr. Yu was covered in blood and shouted: "Let's go!"
The two middle-level ninth-level old men rushed in two directions, panicking like bereft dogs. They really didn't have the courage to face the silver-faced man again.
Mo Wen stood quietly on the top of a building, looking indifferently at the figures of the six aristocratic families rushing towards the outside of the villa in all directions, without making any move to stop them.
Soon, a horrified cry came: "Why can't I run out? Why am I back where I was?"
"Ah! What is this place? Brother Qi! Where are you?"
"What happened? Why is everything missing?"
"A dream must be a dream!"
"..."
Throughout the villa, thousands of children from the Sixth Family were wandering around like headless flies. The clear direction seemed to not exist in their eyes. The two people were face to face without knowing each other. It was as if everyone saw a different scene.
The other disciples of the Sword Making Villa and the Mu Liu family looked at this scene dumbfounded. These enemies seemed to be possessed by evil spirits. They were clearly right in front of them, but they couldn't see them, and they were bumping into each other headlessly.
Mo Wen looked down at the entire villa, and the look of fierce determination in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Finally, a flash of light flashed in his hand, and a formation plate appeared in his hand. Three crystal water-attribute spiritual stones were embedded on it, shining with a misty light.
faint.
Mu Lei and Liu Qinglin looked at Mo Wen above the building in surprise.
"What does he want to do?" Liu Qinglin asked.
"I feel a very strong murderous intention. He wants to..." Mouret murmured.
Liu Qinglin's expression changed: "Does he want to kill all these people?"
It's hard for people to believe this ridiculous speculation, but the intense and frightening murderous intent in Mo Wen's body is not a joke at all!
Mo Wen's next actions explained his purpose. The three first-order water-attribute spiritual stones on the three-turn water cloud formation plate lit up one by one. The dazzling light seemed to outshine the brilliance of the sun.
"Yunsheng!"
As soon as these two words came out of Mo Wen's mouth, a large amount of fog suddenly appeared in the entire Zhujian Villa without any warning, covering the entire Villa for several miles in a white haze.
"Jian Ning!"
The billowing mist rolled toward the sky dozens of feet high, slowly condensing into mist swords, one, two, three... densely packed until the entire sky was covered with such mist swords!
The terrifying fog sword formed a dense forest of swords, hovering in mid-air, but the children of the six tribes below were unaware of it. Only two ninth-level spiritual sword masters, Yu Lao and Sun Lao, felt it and looked at them in horror.
In space, although they couldn't see what was in the sky, they felt that a force that crushed their souls was gathering, waiting to give them a devastating attack!
"This, what kind of method is this!?"
Liu Qinglin widened his eyes and looked at the sky with fear. He now had no doubt that as long as these fog swords fell, no one from the six major families would survive!
Mu Lei suddenly stared at Liu Qinglin and shouted: "Second brother, who is he who fell to the ground?"
Liu Qinglin paused and said subconsciously: "He is asking..."
But he suddenly woke up and quickly changed his words: "Ask me, who should I ask?"
Mu Lei stared deeply at Liu Qinglin, as if he wanted to see through his heart. Liu Qinglin felt guilty and his eyes wandered elsewhere.
"Forget it, the fate of these people has been decided, let's go see the third brother." Mu Lei sighed and stood up from the ground.
Liu Qinglin nodded and helped Mu Lei towards the place where Mo Tian fell.
All the mist swords in the sky have completed their final condensation, and the terrifying water-based spiritual energy is surging above the head of the Sword Forging Villa like a vast ocean, with such terrifying power that it seems like even the sky will collapse.
Mo Wen fiercely shook his hand and uttered a solemn word: "Kill!"
Thousands of fog swords were thrown downwards like raindrops silently, disappearing within the entire villa in an instant.
The shrill screams resounded throughout the villa in an instant. Thousands of people were pierced through the bodies by the fog sword at the same time, brought to life, and screamed almost at the same time. This horrific scene was simply like purgatory on earth!
The screams came and went quickly, as if their lives were being cut off. Four to five thousand people were killed on the spot at the same time. Blood almost stained every inch of the villa. There are middle and low-level spirit sword masters here.
, there are also seventh-level, eighth-level, and even two ninth-level spiritual sword masters!
In such a battle at the Sword Forging Villa, the number of mid- to high-level spirit sword masters in the four southern states of the Zhao Kingdom may be directly reduced by 50%! Because not only the elite disciples of the six righteous families were destroyed here, but also thousands of elite spirits of the three evil kings.
Swordsmen, these forces account for half of the entire four southern states!
All the surviving children of Zhujian Villa and Mu Liu looked at this purgatory-like scene in horror, and some of them with poor mental qualities vomited on the spot. Zhujian Villa was besieged for half a month, and the total number of casualties was not as high as before.
So many people died at once, it was so tragic!
Everyone looked at the thin figure on top of the building, and their eyes had completely turned into awe and admiration like looking up at a god, almost to the point of worshiping him.
"Third brother! Does it matter?"
Mu Lei and Liu Qinglin helped Mo Tian up from the ground. Mo Tian's whole person was in despair. He forcibly understood the secret technique of Burning Heart to improve his cultivation level. He originally exchanged his life essence for it, and just now he forcibly activated the "Burning Heart" technique one after another.
"Heart", the source of life is on the verge of drying up.
"Third brother, why are you doing this? Even if you don't think about your brothers and sisters, you should still think about the Mo family? You..."
Mu Lei and Liu Qinglin felt heavy in their hearts. Naturally, they could sense that Mo Tian had run out of fuel.
"Does our Mo family have a future?"
Mo Tian smiled faintly, broke away from the hands of Mu Lei and Liu Qinglin, straightened his body tremblingly, cupped his hands and bowed to the silver-faced man on the building.
"On behalf of the thousands of disciples of Mo Tiandai's Sword Making Villa, they thanked their benefactor for the grace of living."
But the body on the building suddenly flashed and landed on the roof of a house more than ten feet away, avoiding Mo Tian's bow.
"Third brother! No!"
Liu Qinglin was worried at the side. If I worship my son, I will be struck by thunder from the sky!
Mo Tian frowned slightly: "Second brother? Why not?"
Liu Qinglin was speechless and hesitated for a long time, unable to explain what was happening.
Mo Tian looked at the silver-faced man again: "Why didn't my benefactor not be worshiped by Mo Tian? Is it because my benefactor felt that Mo Tian's ceremony was too light?"
After saying that, he lifted up his clothes and knelt down.
Liu Qinglin felt that he was about to collapse, and he couldn't help but feel jealous. He pushed Mo Tian's back hard, pushing him forward from the kneeling position and falling down. Naturally, this kneeling no longer existed.
"Boy! What are you doing?" Mu Lei shouted angrily.
Liu Qinglin yelled, pointed at Mo Wen and said loudly: "What exactly do you want? Do you have to let him kneel down for you?"
Mo Wen clenched his fists tightly, his whole body trembled slightly, and said in a hoarse voice for a long time: "You don't have to bow to me, I can't bear your bow. Your Sword Making Villa and the Mo family don't owe me anything, and I won't owe you anything in the future either."
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There was a flash of green light under his feet, and his body quickly flew towards the outside of the villa.
"Stop!" Liu Qinglin shouted angrily at Mo Wen's back like an enraged tiger: "Who do you think you don't owe? Who gave you your life? If you really want to slap your butt and cut off the relationship,
, just save your life first!"
Mo Wen paused for a moment, turned his back and said calmly: "The original life was already returned to him, and now this life has nothing to do with him."
"Fart! Who said it doesn't matter at all? How much pressure has he endured for you? Now look at who he is like this because of? If you touch your conscience, who are you right? Have you done anything for him?
What? Do you want to put aside the relationship just because of this bullshit favor? Do you not even want your mother anymore?"
Liu Qinglin's angry shout shocked everyone present. The few pieces of information revealed had already made them guess something. Especially Mo Tian and Mu Lei, who stared at the figure of the silver-faced man, and Mo Xu
His pupils shrank sharply, his face full of shock and disbelief.
"Second brother! Who is he?" Mu Lei glared at Liu Qinglin fiercely.
There was a glint in Mo Tian's eyes, and he said with difficulty in a trembling voice: "Second brother, who is he?"
"Hey!" Liu Qinglin sighed deeply: "There is no need to hide the matter anymore. He just..."
"Father!" A young man who looked somewhat similar to Mouret suddenly rushed over and said anxiously: "My little sister is missing! I searched the entire villa and couldn't find her!"
Mu Lei's pale face became even paler: "What did you say? Qing'er..."
The young man quickly said: "My little sister is not dead, and there is no body of hers here."
"I know where she is."
Mo Yu was wrapped in gauze and walked over with the support of two disciples from the villa. He first glanced at the silver-faced man on the roof, and then said slowly: "She should have been taken away by the wind demon from Feng Mo Castle.
Well, the last time I saw her, she fell into the hands of the wind demon."
"Wind Demon?" The young man's face also turned pale: "Impossible! The evil spirit sword master was killed long after the six tribes rebelled. How could he take Qing'er away?"
Mo Yu shook his head: "I just asked people to notice that there is no body of Feng Mo here."
"Qing'er..." Mu Lei's whole body was shaken, and the intense fire in his heart caused injuries all over his body. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
"Father!"
The young man exclaimed loudly, and Liu Qinglin and Mo Tian also gathered around him. For a while, no one noticed that the lonely silver-faced man had suddenly disappeared.
…
Fengmo Castle is located in Jiangzhou, in the southwest corner of the dangerous terrain, more than 800 miles away from Zhujian Villa. Mo Wen rode his Yanyun BMW all night and arrived at the foot of Fengmo Mountain before 9:00 a.m. the next day.
He didn't dare to think about anything at all and walked straight into the Wind Demon Castle.
"who?"
Several Fengmo Castle disciples immediately discovered Mo Wen's uninvited guest.
Mo Wen used his arm in place of his sword, and a sword energy swept through him. One of the Fengmobao disciples who came to stop him was still standing on the spot, and the rest were cut off by the sharp sword energy.
Mo Wen grabbed the disciple of Feng Mo Castle and asked, "Where is Feng Mo?"
The disciple had been stunned by Mo Wen's blow just now, and was a little dazed when he heard Mo Wen's question, but the next moment Mo Wen had crushed his neck.
After discarding the disciple's body, Mo Wen continued to rush into the depths of Feng Mo Castle. Every time he saw a group of people, he killed them all, leaving only one alive, and then demanded to know the whereabouts of Feng Mo.
It wasn't until five or six times later that a sixth-level spiritual sword master pointed tremblingly at a hall deep in the Wind Demon Castle.
There is only a huge bed in the spacious hall, with a thin gauze curtain, dozens of white bodies looming behind the gauze curtain, and the sound of chattering can be heard endlessly.
boom!
The copper palace door, which was several fingers thick, was shattered by a huge force, turning into dozens of broken copper pieces and scattered on the floor of the hall.
Behind the bed curtain, dozens of tangled bodies immediately exploded, screams were heard, and several snow-white bodies rolled down from the bed, with not even an inch of hair left on their bodies.
"Asshole! Who dares to upset me?"
A loud shout came from the bed, and the large bed curtain was torn into pieces by an invisible force, and the scene on the bed could be seen at a glance.
I saw an old man in his fifties or sixties lying on the bed, naked, with ugly roots standing out, and two young women with good figures, their lips were slightly open, and they stretched out their fragrant tongues and licked them from left to right.
The top actually stopped at all when the accident happened.
Mo Wen glanced at the main hall, but there was no familiar aura in his spiritual sense, but the murderous intention was still surging. With a move of his feet, his body had already flashed onto the bed. All the women were shaken away by his gentle force, and he stepped on the old man's bed.
superior.
You could see that the towering erection was broken into two pieces on the sole of Mo Wen's shoe, and then crushed into a ball of rotten flesh.
The old man roared at the top of his lungs, and the brutal screams made people's scalp numb. Facing Mo Wen, he, an eighth-level spiritual sword master, had no room for resistance.
"Where is Mu Qingqing?"
There was no trace of mercy in Mo Tian's eyes. This foot not only crushed the old man's roots, but also shattered his Dantian, and his life's cultivation was in vain.
Feng Mo almost fainted from the pain, but there was a force that stimulated his spirit, keeping him awake and unable to pass out. He asked with trembling lips, "What, what Mu, Qingqing?"
Mo Wen moved his foot down and stepped on Feng Mo's thigh. With a crack, the clear sound of bone cracking made people's teeth numb. Feng Mo's left leg was crushed from the root!
"ah!"
Feng Mo opened his eyes wide and opened and closed his mouth like a drowned fish. He roared heartbreakingly: "I don't know!"
Click!
Mo Wen stepped on the other leg without hesitation.
"Let me ask you again, where is the girl you kidnapped?"
Feng Mo's lips trembled and he said intermittently: "I, on the way I brought her back, she was snatched away halfway..."
"Who is it?" Mo Wen hung his feet on one of the old man's arms.
Feng Mo's spirit almost collapsed, and he roared loudly: "I don't know, I really don't know, she is an old woman! She is very powerful, one look from her made me lose the ability to move, she was the one who took that girl away
He left and said he would take her as his disciple!"
Mo Wen's eyes were uncertain, and his dangling feet finally took off Feng Mo's arm, and his body appeared at the door of the hall in a flash. But the moment it disappeared, a sword energy came through the air and broke Feng Mo's neck with one blow.
Mo Wen searched every corner of Feng Mo Castle, but finally found no trace of Mu Qingqing. He breathed a sigh of relief and burned Feng Mo Castle to the ground with a final fire.
Riding on the Yanyun BMW, Mo Wen fell into deep thought. The old woman was powerful. A look in her eyes made the eighth-level spirit sword master lose the ability to move. She accepted a disciple. When these clues were connected together, it seemed that Mu Qingqing was not in danger, but had encountered something.
An encounter...
Mo Wen didn't know why he returned to Zhujian Villa here. Looking at the mountain gate that had been repaired, Mo Wen was silent for a long time, and finally led the horse and walked over.
"squeak--"
The gate of the villa opened automatically, and teams of sword masters wearing sword-making villa costumes came out. Hundreds of people lined up in front of the mountain gate and knelt down on one knee in front of Mo Wen: "I see the young master of the village!"
Mo Wen's expression changed, and he turned around to leave, but he could no longer take the steps he had just taken. Looking at the gray-haired woman in front of him, all his complicated emotions finally turned into one word.