Mo Ye looked at Nie Tian with a proud look on his face.
He was enjoying it, Nie Tian looked surprised.
"hehe."
Nie Tian looked at Mo Ye, smiled lightly, and said: "Mo Ye, let's join hands to guard this place. Let the people of the Leiyun and Leiyun tribes enter the Leiyun Mountains safely."
Originally, he had already made a very high estimate of Mo Ye's strength.
But at this moment, he had to admit that Mo Ye's strength was even more terrifying than he expected.
Ask yourself.
If he were to have a life-and-death showdown with Mo Ye at this time, I'm afraid the winning rate would be less than 50%!
However, at least now, Mo Ye has no intention of causing trouble, and is even still helping.
Did this guy go through something and change his gender
"Okay, it's all up to you."
Mo Ye looked at Nie Tian, smiled lightly, and agreed happily.
Nie Tian frowned, with a look of surprise on his face.
Mo Ye's reaction made him very uncomfortable.
And at this time.
People from the Leiyun tribe ran wildly towards the Leiyun Mountains.
"Damn it! You ants, do you want to rebel?"
A warrior from the feudal clan roared violently, moved instantly, and struck the crowd below with his sword.
"Boom!"
The shadow of the knife broke through the air for a moment, and the void suddenly sank. The force of the knife surged, as if the world was about to be torn apart.
Once this sword falls, the people of the Leiyun and Leiyun tribes below will be killed and injured who knows how many.
"Block him!"
Nie Tian's eyes trembled suddenly and he roared lowly.
"okay!"
Mo Ye chuckled, and swept out a sword. The power of the counter-star rolled and roared, covering the past like a falling galaxy in the dark night.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, and the shadow of the sword swept across everything.
The clan warrior had no time to react before he was killed by Mo Ye with a sword.
No bones left!
"This guy is so strong!"
When Nie Tian saw this scene, his eyes trembled and his heart was shocked.
The Feng clan warrior's cultivation level is not weak, reaching the sixth level of Tianwu.
But under Mo Ye's sword, he was as vulnerable as a chicken or a dog.
And on the other side.
"Kill these slaves!"
Several feudal clan warriors shouted crazily and rushed towards the crowd below.
But the next moment.
"Buzz!"
A low sword roar suddenly resounded, and the shadow of the dark sword flew across the sky, crushing everything like destruction.
The air was filled with blood, and the few clan warriors exploded to death.
"The people who belong to the clan are nothing more than mediocrity!"
Mo Ye's figure fell down and sneered, his eyes full of disdain.
But the next moment.
"Yeah?"
A cold voice suddenly sounded, a cold aura filled the air, and the surrounding void was filled with a terrifying murderous aura.
"Um?"
Mo Ye frowned and his expression changed.
He looked up and saw a figure in black standing coldly in mid-air.
This is a tall, heroic young man with a cold and handsome face, as if carved with a knife and an axe. Outside his body, there is a terrifying ghostly aura. He stands there like a murderer. god!
At this moment, his eyes were cold and deadly, staring intently at Mo Ye.
"oh?"
When Mo Ye saw the stern man, he actually smiled and said lightly: "Finally, someone decent is here."
"I am the Holy Son of the Feng Clan, Feng Wujie! Who are you? Why are you going against my Feng Clan?"
Feng Wujie spoke in a low voice and announced his identity. His cold voice revealed strong murderous intent.
"My name is Mo Ye, and his name is Nie Tian. We are here to participate in the battle of all realms. As for the matter in front of us, we just draw our swords to help when the road is rough."
Mo Ye raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stared at Feng Wuchie with burning eyes, smiled playfully, and said.
It turns out that the other party is the Holy Son of the Feng Clan, no wonder he is so talented.
With just one glance, Mo Ye could tell that Feng Wujie's cultivation had reached the fifth level of Tianwu.
At his age, with such cultivation, he can be called a top monster!
"What a rough road!"
Feng Wujie's eyes suddenly shrank, and he roared in a low voice, his voice extremely cold, and said: "If you dare to meddle in my clan's business, you will die!"
The words fell.
He took one step forward.
"Boom!"
A majestic sword intent surged out from Feng Wujie's body, causing the surrounding void to tremble and almost collapse.
Outside his body, there was a terrifying shadow of a knife floating faintly.
The momentum is shocking!
"Death consciousness?"
When Mo Ye heard these four words, he couldn't help but smile and said calmly: "Feng clan boy, the grass on the grave of the last person who wanted to kill me was two meters high. I advise you to be careful what you say."
"Arrogant!"
Feng Wujie's eyes hardened, he roared wildly, his palm sank, and a ghost-headed sword was unsheathed.
In the Jiuyuan Holy Realm and in the Southern Territory, no one has ever dared to be so arrogant in front of Feng Wujie.
If he couldn't kill Mo Ye today, he wouldn't be called Feng Wuchie!
"Demon slaying, slaying the sky!"
Feng Wujie's eyes were blood red and extremely cold. He roared crazily and slashed out with his sword, and the void suddenly sank.
Suddenly.
"Boom!"
A thousand-meter-large sword beam burst out with dark blood-colored brilliance, carrying the power of destroying the world and destroying the world, and rushed towards Mo Ye.
"This guy's strength is very strong!"
Nie Tian felt the fluctuation of the sword's intention, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was secretly surprised.
Feng Wujie is worthy of being the Saint Son of the Feng Clan. Although his cultivation is only at the fifth level of Tianwu, his combat power is even more terrifying than that of the Seventh Level Tianwu Saint Ancestor!
If Mo Ye is careless, he may suffer a loss.
"This sword is very strong, but it's a pity that it's not close enough to kill me."
When Mo Ye faced the killing knife, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly, with a look of joking and amusement on his face.
The next moment.
"boom!"
Mo Ye slashed out with his sword, and the power of the Three Souls Xuanxin exploded again.
Where the sword edge fell, a sword shadow as dark as night flew out of the sky, its sharp aura tearing everything apart.
"Bang!"
In an instant, the swords collided, and the void shook violently, as if thousands of thunders shook together.
Swords and swords burst out, and endless wild waves raged across the sky, rolling and spreading in all directions.
And just then.
"What?"
Feng Wujie suddenly felt a terrifying aura blowing against his face, which made him scream strangely. Then his soul was shaken and he was temporarily absent-minded.
A moment of opportunity!
Mo Ye's figure arrived in an instant like a stream of light.
"Uh-huh!"
The cold and sharp sword struck through the air, aiming directly at Feng Wujie's throat.
no doubt.
Once this sword falls, Feng Wujie will definitely die!
But the next moment.
"Wow!"
Feng Wujie's body suddenly released a strange force, forming a restrictive barrier around his body.
"laugh!"
The sword blade fell, but was blocked by the forbidden barrier, causing dazzling sparks.
"Blood barrier!"
Mo Ye frowned and couldn't help but be surprised.
He sensed a powerful bloodline aura on the forbidden barrier outside Feng Wujie's body.
This turned out to be an extremely powerful bloodline barrier!
And he protected Feng Wujie without even realizing it!
And in the next moment.
"You brat, you're looking for death!" Feng Wujie's pupils shrank, a strange light flashed in his eyes, he woke up instantly, his eyes were like bloodthirsty blades, staring at Mo Ye, and roared ferociously.