Ouyang Mingri's eyes suddenly opened, and there was nothing incredible inside.

Their Ouyang family's most famous immortal array had protected the Ouyang family from disasters countless times.

Whether it is the opponent's martial arts that splits the sky and the earth, the technique of climbing mountains and rivers, or the modern cutting-edge weapons that destroy everything, they can't help this immortal array.

Who knows, but it was ruined by Mo Fan's 8 sword lightly.

"Impossible, impossible!" Ouyang Mingri shook his head like crazy.

This formation was built by immortals, and only immortals can destroy it, why can this kid destroy it?

Lin Tiancheng and the others watched the colorful beads and colorful light cover on the top of the pavilion shatter and turn into powder, and watched the 18 rainbows that ran across the entire Sheshan disappear into the wind, their mouths opened wide, and they couldn't make a sound for a long time.

If breaking the Nine Songs Yellow Sand Formation was not enough to prove Mo Fan's strength, this Immortal Array should be enough.

The 18 people who guarded the clan also looked at Mo Fan with similar expressions.

Their biggest reliance this time is the formation, once the immortal array is destroyed, nothing can control Mo Fan anymore, they are all like fish meat under Mo Fan's knife, let Mo Fan slaughter.

"Boy, are you an immortal?" Ouyang Mingri roared.

The immortal array is the signboard of their Ouyang family, and Mo Fan broke the immortal of their Ouyang family, which is no different from hitting their Ouyang family in the face.

If Mo Fan was an immortal, he might still be able to accept it.

"Well, you're not qualified to know. Mo Fan said lightly.

Ouyang Mingri was the most prestigious person in Jiangnan in the eyes of others, but in his eyes, he was just an old man who tended to be inflammatory, and he was not qualified to know his identity.

Ouyang Mingri's face sank, and he slapped him in public.

"Very good, the old man is planted in your hands today, but you can't kill me, I am a member of the Huaxia Longhua Association, if you dare to kill the old man, the military will not be able to protect you. ”

Behind Mo Fan are Qin Qiong and Luo Fei, the two founding generals, as well as the commander Jiang Cheng, and the military background is not profound.

However, these backgrounds are still far from those of his Longhua Society, as long as he is a phone call......

"Let the members of the Longhua Society come to me, you can die. Mo Fan waved the long sword in his hand and said disapprovingly.

What about the members of the Longhua Society, if they provoke him, the Mo family will be destroyed even if it is a superpower like the United States.

"Poof!" Ouyang Mingri's eyes were full of unwillingness, and his head flew to the side, blood staining the ground red.

Die!

Lin Tiancheng and the others looked at Ouyang Mingri, who was beheaded, their expressions were stunned, and their eyes were full of fear.

A group of people wanted to leave, but their bodies seemed to be sucked by magnets, and they couldn't move at all, and the shadow of death hung over them.

Ouyang was killed by Mo Fan tomorrow, and he didn't even frown, and there was no chance that they would be spared.

"Mr. Mo, Master Mo, we were wrong, we swore that we would never be enemies with the Mo family again, you spare us, we will definitely push the Mo family to the most powerful family in Jiangnan and even in Huaxia, no, it is the most powerful family in the world. Lin Tiancheng said in a low voice.

"Our Mo family needs you to push, since we know it's wrong, let's die. Mo Fan said indifferently.

The white jade sword in his hand was thrown away, and the white jade sword was like a white horse around Lin Tiancheng and the others.

Lin Tiancheng and the others only felt a pain in their necks, as if they had been bitten by ants, and blood lines spread from their necks.

Blood jumped out, heads fell to the ground, Lin Tiancheng and the others were crooked, and they fell to the side, their heads in different places.

"Master Mo, our guardian clan is willing to protect your Mo family, please be merciful. The flower-haired man in Tsing Yi said dejectedly.

If you don't bow your head at this time, you will end up with Lin Tiancheng and them.

"You can't protect a key, what use do you want?" Mo Fan glanced at the guardian clan and asked.

"This ......" The flower-haired man in Tsing Yi frowned, his face was blue and red for a while, and he was speechless.

"If you don't threaten my family, I can let you go, and now, you too die. A cold light flashed in Mo Fan's eyes, and he said.

The guardians are all symbols of loyalty, and once they swear to protect, they will not be violated for the rest of their lives.

Where the things are guarded, they are there.

When the guardians are gone, they die.

However, these people threatened his family and lost the opportunity.

Bai Yujian seemed to feel Mo Fan's order, like two rays of light, and turned around twice, like mowing grass.

A muffled snort sounded "......", and 18 members of the guardian clan died.

Mo Fan's eyes turned to Song Minghui, who was still kneeling on the ground, and a cold wind for no reason set off, and Song Minghui blew away.

"You just said that you helped another wave of people enter my East China Sea Mo family, right?" Mo Fan asked in a cold voice.

After a while, so many people died, and Song Minghui no longer had any color on his face.

His body kept trembling, and looking at Mo Fan's eyes was like seeing death.

Knowing this, he would definitely not have told Mo Fan that he had helped others enter the East China Sea.

However, now the regret is over.

"Mr. K, help me, save me. Song Minghui shouted hysterically as if grasping at a life-saving straw.

Now the only one who can save him is this Western sword body Mr. K.

"Your biggest reliance is the Wiki family, and it's useless for me to show you that your biggest reliance is in front of me. Mo Fan glanced at Mr. K and said indifferently.

He really grew up again, and he hadn't found anyone to practice his hands, this Mr. K's sword intent was stronger than everyone he had ever seen, so he used it for him to test his strength, and by the way, let Song Minghui let all the people who were enemies of his Mo family know that anything that depended on him was just a piece of paper in front of him.

"En?" Song Minghui was slightly stunned, and a trace of joy for the rest of his life immediately appeared on his face.

Mo Fan didn't kill him immediately, but had to deal with Mr. K, and now he was saved.

Their Song family is a partner of the Wiki family in Huaxia, and he knows Mr. K's strength better than Ouyang Mingri.

Mr. K is not only the sword god of the West, but also ranks above the Ten Thousand Heavens, and is now recognized as the number one swordsman on the earth.

Even the head of the Hua family, the strongest kendo family in China, is willing to bow down in front of Mr. K.

Mr. K's name is king, which means king of kendo.

Mo Fan can even break the immortal array, and his strength is indeed unquestionable.

However, a warlock challenging the world's best swordsman is no different from looking for death, like fire meets water.

I'm afraid that I won't be able to use a sword, and Mo Fan will become Mr. K's next sword-fighting ghost.

"Mr. K, Mr. Mo is the most powerful person in our Jiangnan now, he wants to challenge you, I wonder if Mr. K is interested in fighting with Mr. Mo?" Song Minghui smiled and said to Mr. K in ancient Latin.

Mo Fan shook his head, smiled lightly, and looked at Mr. K who was standing with a sword not far away.

His five fingers opened, and the white jade sword returned to his hand with a "clang".

"Since you are here, if you don't fight, you will die. Mo Fan was proficient in ancient Latin, and said.

Since this k is mixed in, don't think about leaving.

As for Song Minghui, do you really think he can't understand it in ancient Latin?

In his previous life, he wandered away from the heavens and worlds, traveled to an unknown number of planets, and mastered tens of thousands of languages, and ancient Latin was just one of them. As soon as Mo Fan's words fell, the little color that had just appeared on Song Minghui's face disappeared again.