How could Feng Qianxun care about the life and death of his two junior brothers? Seeing that the Tianlan secret sword that the two junior brothers had exchanged for their lives and cultivation was broken by Mo Wensheng, he was so frightened that he ran away in a panic.
But how can his body skills be faster than Mo Wen's Qingyun Step? Today, with the completion of the Great Cloud Rain Sword Technique, Mo Wen's Qingyun Step has also improved, because the amount of Qingling Yun Qi that can be mobilized has greatly increased, and one step is often a fall.
A distance of twenty feet. Feng Qianxun didn't escape far before Mo Wen caught up with him.
Seeing that he couldn't escape, Feng Qianxun simply stopped running and placed the spiritual sword on Mu Qingqing's neck and blocked his body in front.
"Your Excellency! If you keep pushing her hard, I'll kill her!" Feng Qianxun roared with stern expression.
Mo Wen stopped more than ten feet away. This distance allowed him to clearly see the face of the girl Qing Feng Qianxun was holding. He was stunned for a moment, and then his whole body was filled with evil energy. The sword evil hidden deep in his body almost lost control.
He stared at Feng Qianxun with cold eyes, his heart completely filled with murderous intent.
Feng Qianxun felt a chill on his body. The mysterious silver-faced man in front of him seemed to have turned into a wild beast that chose people to eat. The ferocious aura almost froze his mind.
"Who is this person? How come he has such strong evil aura? How many people has he killed?" Feng Qianxun wailed in his heart. The strong evil aura almost made him collapse. He really couldn't imagine that a person has such a strong evil aura.
How can strong evil spirits not be eaten back by inner demons?
"Your Excellency, your Excellency, this woman has the body of an innate ice spirit! As long as you let me go, this woman will be yours!" Feng Qianxun was already seriously ill and sought medical treatment.
Mo Wen was filled with murderous intent and silently walked towards Feng Qianxun step by step.
Feng Qianxun was very anxious and said in a panic: "Don't worry, sir, this girl is definitely still a virgin! I haven't touched her Yuan Yin at all!"
Mo Wen was unmoved, his eyes flashed with golden light, and the small golden sword transformed from the Yuan Spirit in the sea of consciousness shot out, like a golden lightning striking into Feng Qianxun's sea of consciousness.
Once the spirit sword master successfully builds the foundation and enters the realm of sword veins, the spiritual sense will also transform into spiritual consciousness, and the soul, the carrier of the spiritual sense and spiritual sense, will also be condensed into the Yuan Ling. The shape of the Spirit Sword Master's Yuan Ling will also vary depending on the skills he practices.
Differently, Feng Qianxun's Yuanling is just a gray-white wind whirlpool.
Mo Wen's Yuanling broke into Feng Qianxun's sea of consciousness with a domineering attitude. After two thunder baptisms, the golden sword easily tore Feng Qianxun's spiritual consciousness, and then shot it into the wind whirlpool, instantly killing him.
Minced!
"ah!"
Feng Qianxun let out a shrill howl, blood flowed from the seven orifices, and Yuanling was severely injured. The pain was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, as it directly affected the soul.
When his consciousness was confused, Mo Wen walked up to Feng Qianxun, put his fingers on his eyebrows, and then spit out his sword energy. The sharp sword energy tore half of his head into pieces.
"Brother Feng!"
Two exclamations came from the distance, and seven or eight figures shot towards the place rapidly. The two leading people were Yan Yangtian and Baifeng Yun. These two people were swept by Mo Wen's spiritual consciousness, and there was no leisure to take supplements.
Yuan Yin felt frightened and felt that the spiritual energy here was abnormally fluctuating, so he immediately rushed to investigate, and they happened to see Feng Qianxun's head exploded with a finger.
Mo Wen ignored the others, took Mu Qingqing into his arms, and then carefully laid it flat on the ground. He took out a piece of clothing from the sword pouch and covered her body. Then he stood up from the ground, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Stab at Yan Yangtian, Baifeng Yun and others.
Yan Yangtian and Baifengyun didn't know the depth of Mo Wen for a moment, so they stopped and watched from a distance. Thinking of the terrifying fluctuations in spiritual consciousness just now, they both felt extremely uneasy.
"I, Yan Yangtian, a third-generation disciple of the Red Sword Sect, have met my fellow swordsmen. I wonder how the swordsmen of the Lan Jian Sect can offend you and do such cruel things to you?"
Yan Yangtian's face was gloomy. Although the opponent's strength made him uneasy, the sect's face could not be lost. Moreover, this was a foggy swamp, and the opponent's highest strength was only the Great Perfection of Sword Veins, and he could not be a strong man in the Jian Gang realm.
Mo Wen's answer was cold and silent, and not far away, the body of an early-stage Sword Meridian disciple from the Red Sword Sect was torn in half without any warning.
"you!"
Yan Yangtian was extremely shocked and angry. There was no room for turning around the matter. As the third generation disciple of the Red Sword Sect, he was not a mother-in-law. The sword bag on his waist flashed, and the spiritual sword appeared in his hand.
"Brother Bai! This person must be related to Bingyue Palace. We can't let him leave alive!"
Baifeng Yun was also decisive and took out the spirit sword.
Mo Wen's eyes burst with golden light, and his sword consciousness swept out and collided with the spiritual consciousness of many spiritual sword masters. This time he did not use Yuanling. The opponent had too many targets. Once he used Yuanling, he would also be temporarily stagnant, but the sword
Under the impact of the Gang realm's sword consciousness, the nine spirit sword masters also felt uncomfortable.
In the intense pain of his spiritual consciousness, his consciousness was temporarily lost. Mo Wen stepped on the blue clouds, and his body turned into an afterimage. He instantly appeared in front of another disciple of the early stage sword vein of the Red Sword Sect. He slashed with the Bingyun Sword.
His head was cut off. The sword finger of his left hand was pointed at the eyebrow of another disciple in the middle stage of Sword Meridian. The sword light flickered, and the opponent's whole head exploded.
At this time, the others were also freed from the severe pain of their spiritual consciousness. A middle-level sword-line disciple from the Red Sword Sect next to him struck Mo Wen on the back with his sword, causing a sharp metal clash.
While the disciple was slightly stunned, Mo Wen had already released his hand, raised the Bingyun Sword diagonally, and his whole body was split in half diagonally. He died with confusion still in his eyes.
"asshole!"
Yan Yangtian was going crazy. For a split second, right under his nose, his junior brother was killed by three people in a row without even having time to show his strength! And he could also see the attack power of each opponent's sword.
, it’s just comparable to the middle stage of Sword Vein, maybe it’s really not even close to the middle stage of Sword Vein!
"Go to hell!"
Yan Yangtian's whole body was burning with red sword energy, like a raging flame, and a sword beam of three hundred feet long was slashed at Mo Wen's head.
Mo Wen placed the Bingyun Sword horizontally above his head, and with a bang, his clothes fell apart, his waist was completely sunk into the ground, and he coughed out blood from the corners of his mouth.
Several more sword lights that were over a hundred feet long also fell immediately. Mo Wen's eyes shone with golden light, and his sword consciousness rushed out again, crashing into the spiritual consciousness of the remaining seven spirit sword masters.
"ah!"
The seven people groaned, and the weaker ones held their heads and screamed. Mo Wen couldn't bear it either. The collision of spiritual consciousness is relative. No matter how much damage others suffered, he suffered it without any loss.
It's just that his sword sense has been refined by the thunder, and it is more condensed and stronger than others, and his endurance is far beyond that of ordinary people.
Enduring the stinging pain in his heart, Mo Wen escaped from the earth, dodged several sword attacks, and took the opportunity to rush towards the disciples of the Shengjian Sect.
Using his left arm and the Bingyun Sword to cooperate, he instantly killed two disciples of the early stage of the Sword Meridian Sect, and then resisted a mid-level sword light and pierced the heart of a mid-level spiritual sword master.
"hateful!"
Baifeng Yun also got red-eyed. He had never been in such a frustrating battle like today. The opponent was barely in the middle stage of Sword Artifact, but in front of two strong men in the late stage of Sword Artifact, he killed four disciples in the early stage of Sword Artifact and one of them.
Two middle-stage sword vein spiritual disciples!
"The sword spirit transforms!"
Baifeng Yun shouted angrily, and a plant-like sword spirit appeared on top of the spirit sword. This plant looked like a tree, but its branches and leaves were actually many vines. As soon as it appeared, it swelled in the wind and became seven or eight feet tall.
, extending out dense green rope vines to cover the sky and the sun, instantly covering Mo Wen's body, and then shrinking inwards with force to strangle him.
Mo Wen's eyes were calm, he raised the Bingyun Sword in his hand, and violently activated all the remaining spirits in it. The terrifying ice-cold spiritual power swept out in all directions, and all the ivy transformed by the sword spirits were frozen in an instant!
Baifeng Yun almost bit off his tongue and looked at the Bingyun Sword in Mo Wen's hand as if he had seen a ghost. It looked like it might break into pieces if touched. He felt an extremely terrifying power from there. It was not that power.
How strong it is, but its essence is too terrifying!
"Jian Yuan! How is it possible? How can it be a spiritual sword in the Jian Yuan realm!"
Baifeng Yun screamed in his heart. He felt that his sword spirit was invaded by an extremely terrifying icy spiritual power. Wherever it passed, all the spiritual power of the spiritual sword was frozen, and it quickly came towards the main body of the sword spirit! Once the sword spirit
Once his body is frozen, his spiritual sword is completely destroyed!
At the critical moment, Baifeng Yun was also extremely decisive. He gritted his teeth and cut off all the extended parts of the sword spirit!
"puff!"
Baifeng Yun spurted out a mouthful of blood. The sword spirit was the same as the soul spirit of the spirit sword master. Cutting off the body of the sword spirit was equivalent to cutting off a piece of his own soul. At this time, his own realm of the late sword vein was immediately unstable, and his aura
Falling rapidly towards the middle stage of Sword Vein.
Mo Wen used the Burning Sky Sword Qi to shatter the frozen sword spirit's body and escaped from the trap. By now, Mo Wen was sure of victory. The only thing he was afraid of was the two late-stage sword masters joining forces. Now Baifeng Yun's realm has fallen.
There is nothing to be afraid of, and you can fight with ease.
Silently, the sword-shaped Yuanling burst out of the sky again, pointing directly at Yan Yangtian.
"Ah!" Yan Yangtian screamed while holding his head, bleeding from all his orifices.
The small golden sword broke through the resistance of his spiritual consciousness, crashed into the flame-like spirit in his sea of consciousness, and scattered most of the flames.
Mo Wen Yuanling came out of his body, his body briefly stagnated, and several sword beams immediately fell on his body.
Amidst several continuous metal clanging sounds, Mo Wen's body was thrown into the air. Several terrifying sword marks appeared on the surface of the body, which looked extremely tragic. But these were only superficial flesh wounds.
, his body has been tempered by two heavenly thunders, which is equivalent to a first-level mid-level spiritual sword, and even exceeds it. Therefore, attacks at the mid-level sword veins can basically be ignored.
Mo Wen was covered in blood. After Yuan Ling returned, he resolutely shot towards Yan Yangtian, and the Ice Cloud Sword stirred up vast spiritual power fluctuations.
"ah!"
Yan Yangtian seemed to feel death approaching, and he looked up to the sky and roared like a madman.
Puff! Puff!
Two eyes exploded, and the empty eye sockets stared at Mo Wen: "You want me to die! Then we will go to hell together!"
He then woke up briefly due to the self-explosion of his eyes, grabbed a red jade sword talisman from the sword pouch, locked the direction of Mo Wen and fired it! dd