Mo Zhe nodded and said coldly: "I am from Jiuyou Villa. We in Jiuyou Villa will never allow traitors to survive in this world!"
Liu Feng felt a chill down his spine when he heard Mo Zhe's cold voice. Who would have thought that Mo Zhe was also from Jiuyou Villa? Since the feud with Jiuyou Villa had already been established, Liu Feng had to face it all. He just heard Liu Feng say coldly, "I want to see how you make me disappear from this world!"
"Humph, you overestimate your own abilities. I didn't let you die from thousands of swords piercing your heart just now, but I didn't want to waste it."
"With you offering sacrifices to my freshly made sword, I'm sure God will bless me. I believe I will get my perfect sword."
"See? The swords under the sword pool are waving at you. They desperately need your blood and your soul!" Mozhe muttered to himself. His whole expression was in a state of madness. Perhaps it should be called perversion. Yes, his pursuit of perfection in sword forging was a kind of perverted psychology.
Mozhe suddenly waved his hand, and the molten iron in the sword pool splashed up again, and a heat wave surged towards the sky.
"Do you want to jump down by yourself, or let me roll you down with molten iron!" Mo Zhe turned his head and said lightly to Liu Feng.
Liu Feng took two steps back and said calmly: "Then let me push you down first!"
"You?" While Mo Zhe was terrified, a purple light appeared in Liu Feng's hand, and the purple sword was unsheathed, and the surrounding area suddenly became much darker.
"You actually possess the imperial artifact Zi Tong Sword? Are you Liu Feng?" Now it was Mo Zhe's turn to retreat repeatedly.
"It's me!" Liu Feng looked very proud, thinking that Mo Zhe was scared.
All I heard was Mo Zhe shouting, "I just received an order from Jiuyou Villa. If you see Liu Feng, kill him without mercy!"
"What?" Liu Feng was stunned.
"boom..."
Suddenly, a loud bang resounded through the sky, and the molten iron in the sword pool instantly rolled up thousands of huge waves. Turning around, he saw the huge waves rolling towards Liu Feng silently. What surprised Liu Feng was that the molten iron did not make him feel hot.
"Haha, so what if you have an imperial-level artifact? You will still be sucked into the sword pool by my molten iron!" Mo Zhe in front shouted proudly.
“Swish…”
The molten iron surged onto the ground, making a strange sound. When it was about to hit Liu Feng, Liu Feng suddenly leaped into the air. He thought he could easily avoid it by jumping into the air, but he didn't expect that the huge wave of molten iron would also splash into the sky.
"Mr. Mo, is the molten iron controlled by Mr. Mo?" Liu Feng thought as he rushed towards Mr. Mo with the purple sword in hand, and the molten iron followed closely behind Liu Feng.
"Liu Feng raised the purple sword and shouted: "If you want to kill me, I will kill you first!"
As the sword rose and fell, the Zi Tong sword drew a purple crescent moon and blasted towards Mo Zhe, but to Liu Feng's surprise, a huge wave suddenly surged up under Mo Zhe's feet, and in the blink of an eye, Mo Zhe's body was lifted to the horizon. Liu Feng swung his sword head-on and it hit the molten iron heavily, and with a muffled sound, it disappeared.
"Oh no! Huge waves of molten iron are hitting me from the front and back, and even from the top!" Liu Feng muttered to himself, feeling hopeless and with no way to escape. In an instant, the huge waves enveloped Liu Feng, and the surroundings fell into deathly silence. . . . .
(End of this chapter)