Noisy!

Sunan didn't give Mo Zhengfeng any response, but just snorted lightly and coldly, which almost made Mo Zhengfeng angry.

Now Sunan is a little stronger than an ant in his eyes, although it is not a matter of time before he can be crushed to death.

Before being crushed.

He kindly gave the other party a way to live, but instead of appreciating it, they also mocked him in public, what could he forbear? The blood ancient sword in his hand shone brightly, and the falling speed increased instantly, cutting through the air and making a screeching sound.

The Blood Ancient Sword suddenly descended to less than twenty centimeters at its top.

Sunan could clearly feel that a majestic wave of air was impacting down like a ten-level gale, and it also carried the heat wave generated by the friction of the air.

If someone else is changed.

Now I was already panicking in my heart, thinking that I would definitely die this time, right? However, Sunan's heart was calm and terrifying, and the corners of his mouth even raised a smile, as if everything was under his control.

"This kid is crazy, isn't he?"

Mo Zhengfeng is a veteran of the battlefield.

It has become a habit to see the six roads and listen to the eight directions, and when he saw the strange smile on the corner of Sunan's mouth, he was very puzzled. People who are dying, I don't know what this young man is laughing at.

"Sunan!"

"The third child!"

"Master Su!"

The Blood Ancient Sword continued to fall, and in the blink of an eye, it was less than half a centimeter away from Sunan. Under the impact of the heat wave, the ends of Sunan's hair were still broken and burning, and this scene made Lin Qingqing, the old ghost, and Liang Xiaowen all shocked.

Does this indicate that Sunan is really going to explain here today?

"Here's your chance. ”

And yet at this very moment.

The corners of Sunan's mouth suddenly smiled even more weirdly, and countless immortal powers began to converge towards his right arm, and the speed was dozens of times faster than the fall of the Mo Zheng Blood Ancient Sword. At the moment when his hair was just burning, a one-man tall blue arm suddenly attached to his right arm.

"True Martial Thirteen Style Second Style, Cloud Sweeping Hand!"

The crowd hadn't reacted yet.

I saw a low roar in Sunan's mouth, and the waving right arm drove the huge blue arm to instantly catch Mo Zhengfeng's Eternal Sword.

"Boom!"

A loud bang burst out.

Waves of qi rushed into the sky, instantly swallowing Sunan and Mo Zhengfeng floating in mid-air. The violent collision tore out several wounds from Mo Zhengfeng's tiger mouth, and blood began to spill outward. He naturally didn't care about this, and continued to slash down with the Blood Ancient Sword in his grip.

"What's going on?"

But he found that no matter how much strength he used, the Eternal Sword in his hand could not move down by half a minute.

"Not good. ”

Suddenly remembering the weird smile of Sunan before he started, Mo Zhengfeng always felt that something was wrong, and years of life-and-death confrontation made his sixth sense extremely sensitive. But just as he realized that things were not so simple and trembled, a stream of blue immortal power had already tied his arm to the Blood Ancient Sword, and he wanted to get rid of it but found that he couldn't break free at all.

"What are you going to do, little ghost?"

Mo Zhengfeng, who has always been relatively calm, was a little flustered at the moment.

He worked hard to make a thousand pounds.

Even if a wrist-thick chain was tied around his arm several times, he could easily break free. But the blue thread was as thick as a hair, but he couldn't do anything, and he broke free a few times, and found that he still couldn't break free. Tie his hand to the Blood Ancient Sword, I don't know what it means.

But he always felt that something was wrong, and at the moment when he asked Teacher Su what he was going to do, the spell in his mouth squirmed to remove the physical state of the Blood Ancient Sword as soon as possible.

"Huh!"

Just as the Blood Ancient Sword was slowly disappearing, a huge pull suddenly came from the end of the Blood Ancient Sword.

"Give me down. ”

The sky was full of dust and fog.

Mo Zhengfeng didn't look down on what was happening on that end at all, he only vaguely heard a person's roar, and then his body was like a kite connected to a string. With a slight shake on the other side of the dust mist, his whole body lost his center of gravity, and spun towards the depths of the mist, no matter how much he used his aura to straighten his posture, he was a little weak, because the power of the other end of the dust mist was too great.

"Boom. ”

That's it.

Mo Zhengfeng's body was like a falling plane, falling out of thin air under the gaze of everyone, like a sharp knife splitting the dusty sky in two, and then slammed into a three- or four-meter-long depression on the concrete floor, and the shock wave generated by the impact instantly dispersed the dust and fog around him, and for a while everyone's vision became clear again.

Only then did everyone see that it was Sunan who grabbed the other end of the Blood Ancient Sword and threw Mo Zhengfeng down.

"Shhh ”

After knowing the truth, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

Mo Zhengfeng is a half-saint powerhouse.

How much strength does it take to drag him down? At least above Mo Zhengfeng, right?

Everyone looked at Sunan like a monster, and there was a doubt in their hearts:

"How much strength is this kid still hiding, he is really only twenty years old?"

Many people are puzzled:

"This kid's strength is so strong, why didn't he make a move earlier just now?"

Lin Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She also didn't understand why Sunan did this. How dangerous it was, just a little bit unable to prevent him, hadn't he become a ghost under the knife now? It's the same with the old ghost, and he doesn't understand what Sunan is doing, it's too dangerous.

......

"Stinky boy, do you dare to scare me?"

Everyone didn't understand why Sunan did this, but Mo Zhengfeng seemed to understand. He slowly got up from the ground, and the blow hurt him a lot.

After he stood up, he glared at Sunan with an angry face, and the blood ancient sword in his hand was also broken into dozens of sections, slightly embarrassed, and the immortal spirit that stood in front of everyone before was also gone.

"Soldiers are not tired of cheating, you have lived for decades, do you still use me, a junior, to teach you this little thing?"

Sunan smiled indifferently.

The battlefield is cruel, and it has always been a deception. Mo Zhengfeng's ability to shatter his broken mountains and rivers was completely beyond Sunan's expectations, and he didn't expect that Mo Zhengfeng, who had caught the Blood Sacrifice Technique, would be so terrifying. If you want to win with one blow, you always have to use your brain to use some abnormal methods.

That's why he did that.

In order to let Mo Zhengfeng let down his guard, looking at Mo Zhengfeng's embarrassment at the moment, it was obviously a success.

"You ......"

Mo Zhengfeng was speechless for a while.

Sunan is right, the winner is king, and anyone will do anything to survive. Blame him this time, too careless.

"This time you will die. ”

After eating the loss in his mouth, Mo Zhengfeng was even more angry in his heart. Gritting his teeth, the blood veins in his body burned wildly, and in an instant, the only remaining one-fifth of the blood veins in his body were burned out.

And with it.

A blood-red long sword four or five meters long appeared in his hand again, exuding a majestic oppressive force.

"I guess that's what I said, right?"

Facing Mo Zhengfeng's comeback, the corners of Sunan's mouth raised a hint of coldness. Immediately, he raised his right hand and waved, and with a sudden fall, he slammed a ball of blue light into the ground.