After this move, in everyone's eyes, the number of winners and losers seems to have been clear.

Mo Feng has been dyed so far, and his body has not been injured, but after Zhang Yang lost the flying sword, he couldn't resist this dripping sword intent at all, and his body was also scratched out of the Dao sword wound.

Although the injury is not serious.

But he was still injured after all.

The battle between the strong is often ever-changing, and even if it is a small difference, it will be lost by a thousand miles. A hundred years ago, when Mo Fengran fought a decisive battle with Dao Xuan Zhenren, the corners of his clothes were only torn by three inches, which seemed to have little impact, but the victory and defeat had already been divided.

Since then, Mo Feng has been sealing the sword and retreating, sharpening his sword intent for a hundred years.

And now Zhang Yang, even his body has been injured by the sword intent, and it is obvious that the defeat has appeared. In this situation, the correct approach should be to admit defeat with a fist, rather than continue to be strong.

"Hmph, this Zhang Xianjun has a very strong personality, he should have admitted defeat a long time ago, but he has survived until now. ”

The Fire Earth Immortal shook his head regretfully.

"He doesn't admit defeat, and there is a point. The grudge between this Xianjun and Mo Fengran is already endless, even if he admits defeat now, can Mo Fengran let him go?"

His Holiness said lightly.

As a Buddhist monk, he pays attention to the purity of the six roots and has great wisdom beyond the mundane, so he has always looked at problems very clearly and thoroughly.

This white-clothed Zhang Xianjun is not unwilling to admit defeat, but there is no way to admit defeat. Today's battle will not be able to end unless one side falls.

"Hehe, I can only say that he is young and frivolous, and as soon as his head is hot, he completely forms a mortal enmity with Mo Feng. You say, this Mo Qing and Mo Changsheng are both close relatives of Mo Fengran, how can they kill them?"

Shaking the world, he sneered again and again.

He's right.

This Mo Qing and Mo Changsheng's uncle and nephew, although their own strength is not top-notch in the fairy world, but after all, they are related to Mo Fengran, one is a younger brother, and the other is a son. There is a saying that it depends on the owner to beat a dog, not to mention other immortal monarchs, even these great immortal monarchs definitely don't have the courage to kill the two of them.

But Zhang Yang actually killed him like this, and killed two of them at once, plus sixteen inner sect elders, which was tantamount to breaking the root of Qingyun Sect. You said that this Mo Fengran, can you not fight with him?

Sure enough, after hearing Zhang Yang's provocation again, Mo Fengran's eyes erupted with bitter anger, and he nodded:

"Well, if you want to die, I will fulfill you. ”

He held the fairy sword upside down, and waved it seemingly lightly.

"It's like a sword!"

Suddenly, the sword intent around his body rolled out like a sea tide, instantly condensing dozens of four-foot sword shapes, and rushing into the blue sky. And within a radius of ten zhang beside him, the sword intent seemed to be endless, and more and more sword rays rushed towards the heights.

'Card rub. ’

It was as if the tide of 10,000 tons was condensed into the sound of ice. This sword intent in the sky, as if attracted by a mysterious force, frantically gathered in the middle, as if thousands of swords were forcibly kneaded.

In the end, all the sword intent dissolved, and above the blue sky, a huge sword pillar appeared. It's so sharp that you can't even look at it directly.

With Mo Fengran as the center, a radius of nearly ten thousand meters, the wind and clouds were howling, and the air waves were rolling, as if even the void was groaning, and it couldn't withstand such a terrifying sword intent.

'Boom'

This roaring sword intent was only a lot more than the Ten Directions Shadowless Sword just now. If you want to say different, the Ten Directions Shadowless Sword belongs to a large-scale formation, mainly suppression, but this earth-shattering sword is a pure killing move.

Even if this sword pillar was lying on the top of the sky, the cold sword intent it exuded was like the cold wind of the Jurassic, with a radius of several kilometers, and the temperature plummeted.

Those cultivators with low cultivation were all trembling, even if they were immortal monarchs, they didn't dare to look at them.

'Click, Click, Click'

The churning water condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the majestic flowing water actually stopped.

"It's horrible, it's horrible..."

Countless people felt numb in their hearts, and their hands and feet seemed to be disobedient, and they pushed away farther away.

They seemed to have predicted that when the sword really fell into the dust, it would be devastating.

"The transformation is really like a sword, is this the legendary Qingyun Sect, the supreme sword intent?"

Even the Fire Earth Immortal, the master of the Five Elements Sect, who was also regarded as a supreme giant, couldn't help but smack his tongue at this time.

This sword is the pinnacle of Mo Fengran's sword, representing his sword intent for hundreds of years, and with the blessing of a quasi-divine treasure, it is extremely powerful, comparable to the blow of the heaven and earth divine treasure. Even if it is a great immortal monarch, he is dead and lifeless.

He was a fire earth immortal, and he thought that he could barely carry this sword, but he had to completely urge the pentagram under his feet. And after this sword, the pentagram is bound to be scrapped.

The poor monk still vaguely remembered that back then, Mo Fengran also wanted to use this sword to fight a decisive battle with Dao Xuan Zhenren, but the sword intent was exhausted and his success was defeated. ”

His Holiness also sighed leisurely.

Thinking back hundreds of years ago, the pinnacle battle between Mo Fengran and Dao Xuan Zhenren was also unprecedentedly brilliant, but this battle was only to the point, and neither side used real power, which inevitably made everyone regret.

But today, Mo Fengran broke through the barrier because of the deep hatred of his siblings being killed, and once again stood on the top of this green cloud, reproducing a hundred years of glory!

"How can you fight this? This Immortal Monarch has neither a quasi-divine treasure nor anything else to rely on, some are just brute force, this sword, he will definitely die!"

The world-shaking immortals are determined.

Even Dao Xuan Zhenren, when he saw this sword intent across the sky, he couldn't help but flicker his eyes, revealing a somewhat frightened expression.

"It's good now, Mo Fengran is completely enraged, see how Zhang Xianjun will deal with it. ”

"I think he has exhausted his donkey skills, and he has killed so many people, even kowtowing and begging for mercy is useless. ”

"Hmph, that's called pretending to be forced to be struck by lightning!"

On the land, the other immortal monarchs were also talking about it, and their eyes showed a look of schadenfreude.

After all, this Zhang Yang has risen too fast, the limelight is too strong, in just one month, from an unknown person, to the top master of the fairy world, high on the top, can be as famous as the great immortal monarch. These ordinary immortal monarchs were also faintly overwhelmed.

If Zhang Yang's myth can be put to an end today, it will be a good thing for all of them.

"It's not good, Zhang Xianjun is going to suffer this time!"

On the Xuantie roulette, Rong Yunhe and the others said worriedly.

Qing Qing was even more nervous to suffocate, squeezing her little hands and staring at the sky tightly.

And outside the thatched cottage in the fishing village nearly ten kilometers away from the battle situation, a woman in plain clothes, standing in the cold wind, also raised her eyes and looked at the blue sky. The corners of the eyebrows and mouth are full of worry.

"Why... I'm going to feel like I'm going to panic?"

"I had this experience before my father's accident last time... Is it, is it..."

An Yahui's eyelids trembled, and a very bad premonition surged from her heart, as if she could foresee that she was about to lose someone important in the near future...

And in the fairy world, there is only one person who is important to her... That's Zhang Yang...

Thinking of this, she instantly lost her complexion.

......

"This sword was originally reserved for Daoxuan Zhenren, but I didn't expect it to be given to you in the end. You should be honored to see the crystallization of my 100-year cultivation. ”

Mo Fengran controlled the sword intent and said lightly.

"Hmm. ”

Zhang Yang nodded slightly, and a little heat flashed in his starry eyes.

This sword is the strongest move that Zhang Yang has ever seen in his life, full of a hundred years of sword intent, as well as hatred, anger, and contempt, and finally fused into this earth-shattering sword.

This is what Zhang Yang is really looking forward to. Only such an extreme sword move, the peak of strength, and the supremacy of the sword can become the greatest opportunity for Zhang Yang to break through the realm, and it is also a disaster.

'Bang, bang, bang'

Zhang Yang completely lifted the shackles of his body, cultivated in his body, and climbed up step by step, instantly from the late stage of Tongxuan, to the peak of Tongxuan, the sea of dantian qi, and the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, all of which were boiling true yuan.

His whole body is like a pressure cooker placed on the stove, and the internal horizontal pressure is extreme, and he will explode at any time, crossing the shackles of the realm and reaching another incredible height.

"Want to break through the realm in battle? Hmph, you may not think that Ye is too simple. ”

Mo Fengran's eyes were cold, and he gently stirred the blade of the sword.

This seems to be a slight pick, as if a force breaks ten meetings, four or two dials a thousand catties, the ice sword pillar at the end of the blue sky suddenly bursts out, like a meteor lightning, across the sky!

Its speed was so fast that it could not be caught with the naked eye, and it could only deduce the trajectory of the sword pillar through a stream of frost condensed in the air.

The overwhelming sword intent rolled in, and everyone was discolored.

Seeing Zhang Yang's gaze, he stomped his feet violently in the void, and shouted:

"Condensation!"

Streams of brilliant true elements poured out, converging in a radius of 100 meters around the body, condensing layers of solid golden light curtains.

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