This is......

Zhanfei was stunned.

What demon magic?

The old man hid himself in a half-cut of wind blade and flew over?

How did he do it?

The ink dust that came out of the half-cut wind blade looked a little empty, but he didn't stop at all, and the figure flashed, and he accelerated away into the distance.

Zhanfei was slightly angry.

Do you really think you can go?

At this time, Mo Chen could fly a hundred meters away, Zhan Fei spear turned around, and a thunder dragon tens of meters long came out of his hand and went straight behind Mo Chen.

However, as soon as the thunder dragon made a move, Zhanfei suddenly felt that a strong coercion appeared behind him again, and he was already close to him.

"Be careful!"

There was a warning in the distance.

Just hit a super powerful blow, Zhanfei was in a state of spiritual pressure instability at this time. Zhanfei turned around at the last moment, and then saw Mo Chen's slightly sneering face, and a more powerful slash than before.

Is it another dimensional slash?

Not yet one,

It's three slashes in a row!

Zhanfei secretly scolded himself for being stupid.

No wonder I didn't understand how Ink Dust got himself out of the wind blade.

It's all illusion, can you figure it out?

This old guy has been in place all this time, and with a simple trick, he actually deceived himself, the deputy head of the Red Scorpion who was trying to survive in the killing?

Deception in circles?

A moment of thought did not delay the movement of Zhan Fei's hand, and when he was able to carry the gun in front of him, the first slash had already fallen on him.

Chirping.

The wind blade, several times thinner than a hair, sliced into the spear, making a piercing tearing sound. Even with a huge spiritual pressure gap, this knife still almost cut through Zhanfei's protective spiritual power.

This is followed by the second knife,

The third knife.

Zhanfei only felt a chill in his chest, and the wind blade had already cut a straight line of blood on his body.

It seems that even the skeletal organs have been cut in half.

Mochen slashed Zhan Fei extremely seriously with three slashes, and if Zhan Fei withdrew, although Mo Chen could not kill him, he could take this opportunity to get rid of Zhan Fei's defense and successfully break through the encirclement.

Red scorpions don't all have the ability to fly.

Mochen is already on the periphery now, if Zhan Fei takes a step back, Mochen may really be able to rush out.

However, at this time, Zhanfei not only did not retreat, but even gave up continuing to defend, and even shot over, directly smashing the head like ink dust.

Most of these red scorpion mercenaries have a ruthless energy in their bones, especially Zhanfei, in order to prevent Mo Chen from leaving, he completely disregarded his injuries and wanted to exchange his life with Mo Chen.

He believed that with such a close blow, it would be impossible for Mochen to dodge.

Of course, the gap between the middle stage of the early sun and the peak cultivator was extremely huge. Zhanfei believes that even if he completely gives up defense, he will not necessarily die. But the opponent was picked up by himself so suddenly, nine times out of ten, he knelt directly.

That's the bottom line for mercenaries.

As long as I can be saved, I don't care how badly I hurt.

"Give me death!"

A roar came from Zhanfei's mouth, a few seconds ago, no one expected that the deputy head of the dignified group would be forced to fight for his life by the Nether Terrans.

However, this moment of anomaly regeneration.

Before the Zhanfei spear approached Ink Dust, Ink Dust unexpectedly erupted with a super strong spatial fluctuation on his body. The spatial fluctuations caused by this moment were so strong, as if the void had really collapsed, that almost all the monks couldn't help but look sideways at the same time.

Airplanes.

There was no explosion.

There is no blood-drenched picture.

A black hole seemed to appear in a circular space 20 meters around Mo Chen's body.

In just an instant, the ink dust and Zhanfei were completely devoured.

"Dean!"

"Dean!"

"Vice-regiment!"

"Zhanfei!"

......

Many monks subconsciously called out the names of the two of them, but at this time, the two of them had completely disappeared into the void, leaving no trace.

Only then did everyone realize that the ink dust had completely detonated the lead table at the last moment. Most of the materials of the guide table are spatial attributes, and they also include a large number of spirit stones with spatial attributes.

This time, the two should have been directly involved in the spatial turbulence.

Fight like Kilkenny cats.

"600 years ago, there was a legendary powerhouse on the earth, he advanced to the inner palace at the age of 22, and at the age of 30, there was no one on the earth to be his opponent, and he was known as the youngest and strongest inner palace monk in the history of the earth. His name is Mochen. ”

Yue Yuanhua's voice sounded at this time, a little hoarse and a little heavy.

Gao Jian blinked, no wonder Mu Xiaobai entered the Inner Mansion period at the age of 25 and was known as the youngest Inner Mansion monk in 500 years.

That's the basis.

"Your generation may not have heard of his name, when Ink Dust challenged all the masters of the Inner Mansion Period with an undefeated record, and then disappeared from view the following year. Some say he ascended, others say he went into seclusion, but none of them have been confirmed. ”

Yue Yuanhua continued to reminisce about the past.

In fact, these stories were told to him by my grandfather.

"500 years ago, Dean Dian's establishment of Canghua was really just a small academy, responsible for teaching and educating people. I remember being one of the first students to follow the old dean, and all the students at that time knew that the old dean was very strong, but they didn't know anything about the old dean's background, as if this person had jumped out of a crack in the stone. ”

While Yue Yuanhua spoke, the corners of his mouth inadvertently showed a smile, as if he had returned to the happy days of his childhood.

Later, Canghua slowly grew, and today, the original small academy has now become the core of power in Huaxia. ”

Yue Yuanhua sighed heavily.

"In the past, people didn't know where the dean came from. Now I finally figured out that he should have stayed in Albis for 100 years, and after somehow getting involved with the White Feather Elf, he returned to Earth through the White Feather Elf. And the purpose of the old dean is to find a way to allow the earthlings to accumulate strength in Albis. ”

"The old dean has cultivated from the early stage of the Inner Mansion to the middle stage of the early yang realm, the longevity of the early yang realm for 1,000 years, even if the old dean wastes half of it on the earth, with his genius, 400 years, there is still hope of impacting the moon tribulation. ”

The voice of Yue Yuanhua was a little choked.

"Old Dean, there was no need for him to die. ”

Many monks felt that their eyes were a little wet, and what Mochen was doing was not understood by too many people.

It's not even close here, especially on Earth.

At the beginning, Mochen formed the Black Blade, and was even surrounded and suppressed by almost all the major forces on the earth.

Who knows, what exactly is in Mochen's heart?

Gao Jian clenched his fists with both hands, his nails cut through his palms and a few drops of blood flowed out of his palms, but he didn't know it, and the two words in his heart circulated repeatedly: "Alive,......。 ”