"You see, you don't dare! Haha, it's like being unparalleled in the world, that's all."
Feng Yuhang looked at Mu Yu with disdain in his eyes, intending to use words to arouse Mu Yu's anger.
"Okay, stop making noise here and get out of here!"
Mu Yu said impatiently that it would be better to close your eyes and rest for a while while talking to these people.
"Tell me to get out? Do you know who you are talking to?"
Feng Yuhang's face was extremely gloomy. Everyone had been in awe of him since he was a child. No one dared to speak to him like this. How could he bear it? "Hurry up and apologize to Junior Brother Mo, and slap yourself a hundred times. I will forgive you." One life.”
"Elder brother, let me take care of him personally."
Mo Lan got up from the ground at this time, and after taking a pain-relieving pill, he felt a little better.
He transferred all his anger to Mu Yu, his face as vicious as a poisonous snake.
Nalan Yanran was anxious. Just as she was about to step forward to stop him, Feng Yuhang stopped him with one hand and said, "The power of the Yunlan Sect cannot be insulted. Let Junior Brother Mo handle it by himself."
Mu Yu didn't even look at them. He had already closed his eyes and rested, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
Seeing Mu Yu's contempt for him, Mo Lan became even more angry. Since his last defeat to Mu Yu in the Yunlan Sect, he had practiced hard and got a chance. His cultivation level had greatly increased. He thought that Mu Yu had already No longer his opponent.
With a swish sound, Mo Lan pulled out the long sword in his hand from the scabbard and pointed it directly at Mu Yu. A clear and joyful sword cry echoed in the air.
After seeing Mo Lan's sword stance, the Yunlan Sect disciples, including Feng Yuhang, all nodded with appreciation.
"Junior Brother Mo, your progress has been really obvious in the past few months. Not only has your cultivation level increased greatly, but your swordsmanship has also reached the level where the sword's heart is clear."
"Junior Brother Mo is extremely talented. Ever since he lost to Mu Yu last time, he has devoted himself wholeheartedly to Tao cultivation. It is not surprising that he has achieved such achievements now."
"Today is the day for Junior Brother Mo's revenge. Guess how many moves Mu Yu can block Junior Brother Mo? I guess ten moves will suffice."
"Ten moves? Haha, with Junior Brother Mo's clear sword intention, three moves are enough to kill Mu Yu."
All the disciples of the Yunlan Sect are now looking forward to the next good show.
In their hearts, Mo Lan's victory was determined.
Only Nalan Yanran has confidence in Mu Yu, and she is the only one who knows best how powerful Mu Yu is.
Mo Lan moved. He stabbed Mu Yu's body with his sword, and the crisp sound of the sword sounded in the air. The seemingly ordinary sword contained the artistic conception of the sword's heart being transparent.
This sword may seem slow, but it is inevitable and contains thousands of avenues of swordsmanship.
"Wow, such a profound sword technique, I can't understand it at all."
"With such swordsmanship, I just said that three moves are still overestimating Mu Yu. I think one move is enough."
Amid everyone's stunned exclamations, Mo Lan's lips curled up.
His eyes were closed at this moment, and his mind was completely immersed in this sword.
With this sword, let alone Mu Yu, not even his senior brother Feng Yuhang could stop him.
At this moment, he is the sword god.
No matter how strong you are, he can kill you with one sword.
"clang!"
Mo Lan felt that his sword had pierced him, so Mu Yu must have been a corpse.
Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth turned up a little more.
He didn't even rush to open his eyes, completely immersed in the joy of killing the enemy with one sword.