Mo Junlan twisted his aching wrist, his black clothes fluttered in the wind, his eyes darkened, and he said softly, "Keep fighting!"
Everyone, "… "
Could there be something wrong with this guy's brain
Fengwei's face was gloomy, and he said coldly, "Hand over your spiritual heart."
"No!" Mo Junlan said lightly.
"You're courting death." Fengwei attacked Mo Junlan again, but this time, the power was much stronger than before, crushing everyone present to the point where they could hardly breathe.
Seeing this, Feng Jinghua couldn't help but be startled.
Ling Xiao's hands clenched into fists involuntarily, and his emotions were always in a tense state.
However, Mo Junlan flew directly towards that force, only to see a faint purple air mass covering his whole body, shrouding him in it.
The wind howled, making their robes rattle.
Except for Ling Xiao, almost everyone thought that even if Mo Junlan didn't die directly, he would be so seriously injured that he couldn't stand up again.
Just a moment later, what they saw was completely different from what they thought.
Although Mo Junlan was injured, it didn't seem to be too serious, and it didn't seem to affect him.
Fengwei suddenly flew forward and hit Mo Junlan's body with his palm, shouting angrily, "Eat this old man with a Xuanming palm."
Mo Junlan's eyes were deep, and a long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. He saw that he placed the sword body horizontally in front of him, and Feng Wei's palm also landed directly on the sword body.
"Smelly old man, how many days have you not bathed? The smell from your body is so foul." Mo Junlan's face paled slightly, but his eyes were very bright, and what he said made his teeth itch with hatred. of.
Mo Junlan's remarks undoubtedly stimulated Fengwei to the point where he saw his furious eyes widen as he gritted his teeth, "I don't know how thick the sky is, this old man will smash your corpse into ten thousand pieces."
"You are so slow, you are indeed old." Mo Junlan's tone was full of sarcasm.
Feng Jinghua, "..."
This bastard is still provoking that old guy
Is it really too long to live
"You die for this old man." Fengwei said angrily, and slapped Mo Junlan with another palm.
Hearing a click, the long sword in Mo Junlan's hand was directly shattered by Feng Wei who was in anger.
Mo Junlan immediately threw away the hilt in his hand, then flew up, and made the sky fire look like a long sword.
After a few rounds, Mo Junlan's power was also consumed a bit too much, but he didn't care about it because he still had spare spiritual energy.
He can extract the spiritual energy in the Lingxiao sword space at any time.
Mo Junlan's figure stood in mid-air, and in front of him was a huge light group of power.
"If you take the initiative to return the heart of the spiritual veins, this old man can keep your whole corpse." Feng Wei's face was full of haze.
"No need." Mo Junlan hooked his lips and said, "It's not like I haven't been smashed to pieces."
Wasn't the death of his previous life the direct explosion of his body by Lei Jie
It's almost the same as breaking a corpse into pieces.
However, Fengwei thought that Mo Junlan was playing tricks on him, so he became even more angry.
"If that's the case, then don't blame the old man for being rude to you." Fengwei said in a gloomy voice.
"You've never been polite to me." Mo Junlan sneered, "Come again!"
Mo Junlan's eyes suddenly flashed a purple light, and a small sword suddenly flew out from his eyebrows, and the red light burst into a big burst.
The sword also instantly became bigger, and then took the initiative to fly into Mo Junlan's right hand.
Mo Junlan raised his sword and waved, and saw that the light group of power that had been in front of him dissipated in an instant.
These powers were directly swallowed up by Lingxiao Sword.
When Fengwei saw this, his pupils couldn't help shrinking, and then he hit the Xuanming Palm again.
And this time, he used ten percent of his skill.
A huge red palm print suddenly appeared out of thin air, just above Mo Junlan's head.
Immediately afterwards, a huge red palm print covered Mo Junlan.
Mo Junlan twisted his body, and then stabbed his sword upwards, and the turbulent sword qi like waves was born immediately.
The sword energy blocked the sinking speed of the palm print, but it couldn't disperse it.
And Fengyang saw that Mo Junlan was already at a disadvantage, so he planned to take the opportunity to sneak attack.
Anyway, he's going to kill this guy anyway.
Feng Yang held his Qingyang spear in his hand and stabbed Mo Junlan directly behind him.
Mo Junlan squinted his eyes, turned around suddenly, and then slashed the Qingyang Spear with a sword.
"How dare you play a sneak attack with me?" Mo Junlan smiled coldly, another ray of purple light flashed across his eyes, and the Lingxiao Sword in his hand suddenly burst into a colorful light.
At the same time, Ling Xiao's spiritual body has also returned to the sword body.
At the same time as his strength has skyrocketed, Mo Junlan's injuries have also healed a lot.
Immediately afterwards, only a loud bang was heard, and the Qingyang Spear in Feng Yang's hand turned into a pool of black liquid in an instant.
Feng Yang also spit out a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper.
His contract with Qingyang Spear was forcibly cut off
Even his Qingyang spear has turned into a pool of black water.
That is the best holy artifact.
how can that be
Mo Junlan also took the opportunity to kick Fengyang away.
Everyone who saw this scene was stunned.
Feng Yang's body slammed to the ground, his face turned pale, and even now, he still finds it unbelievable.
Others are also hesitating, do they want to besiege directly
But if this matter were to be spread out, then their Feng family would be considered disgraceful in the vast immortal land.
Fengwei looked at the Lingxiao sword in Mo Junlan's hand, and a greedy look flashed in his eyes. This sword must be a divine weapon.
Like the Heart of the Spirit Vein, the value of the artifact cannot be estimated.
Thinking of this, Fengwei became more and more heartbroken, so when he attacked Mo Junlan again, he actually showed his full strength.
One attack after another hit Mo Junlan, and they all showed no mercy.
Mo Junlan's body kept retreating. Although Lingxiao Sword could devour infinite power, it would take time.
Moreover, many of Fengwei's attacks fell directly on Mo Junlan.
If it weren't for Mo Junlan's ability to protect his body, he would have died many times.
Another palm landed on Mo Junlan's body, Fengwei took the opportunity to reach out and grabbed it, the target was the Lingxiao Sword.
However, Fengwei didn't even have the chance to encounter the Lingxiao Sword.
Mo Junlan's face suddenly turned gloomy, his robes were rattled by the gust of wind, his cold eyes were as cold as frost, and he immediately activated the strength of his whole body, and then gathered into the sword.
I saw a shocking thunder suddenly slammed down from the sky and hit the sword.
The sword body was instantly surrounded by a layer of lightning.
Following this thunderbolt, Fengwei also subconsciously took a few steps back.
At this moment, it seemed that there was endless spiritual energy, surging from all directions, and finally all merged into Lingxiao Sword.
The powerful pressure caused everyone present to change their expressions one after another.
If this move is over, they are not sure whether they will still be alive.
Although the opponent's cultivation base is only the first-level Emperor Spirit Realm, but the combat power is deeply shocked.
Mo Junlan's face turned pale again, but he didn't seem to care at all.
Mo Junlan's dark eyes are deep and dark, like two bottomless cold pools, his long hair flutters in the wind, and his black robes flutter. Qi was injected into the blade, and Lingxiao Sword suddenly flashed with colorful streamers, and at the same time, there were also strands of purple gas circling and reciprocating on the blade.
Fengwei's eyelids couldn't help but jump, and an inexplicable chill appeared in his heart, his eyes condensed, and then he let out a long howl, and at the same time, he used his whole body to attack Mo Junlan.
Mo Junlan's figure was as fast as lightning, and within half a breath, he had already arrived in front of Fengwei.
There was only one enemy in front of him, but Feng Wei felt as if he was dealing with two people.
In fact, Fengwei's feeling was not wrong, but he never imagined that Lingxiao Sword had a sword spirit.
Moreover, the cultivation base of Sword Spirit is exactly the same as that of Mo Junlan, and there is not even the slightest difference in swordsmanship.
Two such powerful forces collided together, and even the aftermath of the force was enough to wipe out the surrounding scenery.
Everyone retreated to avoid being affected.
However, at this moment, Feng Jinghua, who had been silent for a while, suddenly attacked Feng Yang.
Feng Yang was caught off guard, and he looked down at the location of his heart, where a dagger was inserted.
But at this time, everyone has retreated on their own, and no one has noticed the situation here.
"Elder Fengyang, long time no see." Feng Jinghua's faint voice suddenly sounded, which immediately startled Feng Yang.
However, before Feng Yang could think about anything, he had already died.
After all, the position of his stroke is the heart.
Feng Jinghua snorted coldly, and then walked away.
It's just that he just took two steps when a powerful force rushed towards him, and his feet seemed to be unable to move in an instant.
However, the expected severe pain did not come. Instead, a figure in black fell beside him.
Feng Jinghua quickly turned around and saw that it was Mo Junlan.
It turned out to be defeated.
As for the aftermath of the power attack, it was Lingxiao Sword that automatically blocked them.
Mo Junlan's current appearance is much more embarrassed than when he was just reborn.
Another mouthful of blood spat out from Mo Junlan's mouth, looking extremely embarrassed, and even the mask on his face was shattered by shock, revealing a very pale and weak face.
Although his face is still very beautiful, he is too embarrassed now, and the clothes on his body are even more tattered, as if he had been destroyed by someone.
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