The battle situation in Wanghai Villa is very fierce, and the methods of the Daomen disciples are strange and unpredictable, and they cannot be prevented, but the Song family guards are all retired military and police officers, and they are good at using firearms.

But ammunition is a consumable, but also contraband, the Song family did not dare to reserve too much, after the ammunition ran out, the guards could only rely on the usual training of fighting ability, and even Song Jiang and Song Qingshan's uncle and nephew went into battle in person, struggling to support the situation.

But this hard-working situation completely fell with the intervention of a group of powerful warriors, and the man with the double sword on his back did not even make a move, stepping on the cornices the whole time, holding his arms and staring indifferently at the attic in the distance, without looking at the battle from beginning to end.

"Hehehe, I see, first send Dao disciples to exhaust our greatest ammunition for melee martial artists, and then let these martial artists enter the field, it's really a good calculation!

Hypocrites are always good at exculpating themselves, and there is no cure. Mo Li looked at Song Hai, the head of the Song family who was under the protection of everyone, and said indifferently.

"Die!"

At this time, Song Hai's personal guard suddenly pulled out a gun and aimed at Mo Liyan's head.

A sharp slash passed, and the guard's arm holding the gun was broken in response, this scene stunned everyone, everyone knew that Mo Li did it, but no one saw how he made a move.

"Your killing intent is too obvious, a hundred more times, it will be the same result. Mo Liyan said indifferently.

"Ahh

Song Hai's face was solemn, his status was noble, and his personal guards were all sharpshooters who were one in a hundred, in the case of taking the lead and taking advantage of distance, in the face of the man in front of him, he couldn't even pull out his gun, what a terrible strength, the combat power reached this level, and thousands of troops and horses were really rampant.

"Well, that's fine...... It seems that my Song family is destined to be doomed today, but the people who serve my Song family are innocent, let them go!" Song Hai sighed.

"Chief, you have the grace of knowing us, today we will swear to live and die with the Song family!" said this, the Song family's guards were red-eyed, dragging their tired bodies to fight to the death.

This bloody scene, but the intruder was not moved at all.

"Lord Mo Li, Su Yetian seems to have retreated from the difficulty, and he is not going to make a move, shall we do it?" At this time, the martial artist below asked for instructions.

Mo Liyan didn't make a sound, just stretched out his left hand to his back, and the moment he held the hilt of the Qingshuang sword, the frost and cold qi emitted, it was originally the severe cold of midwinter, and at this moment, it was even more like falling into the Nine Shadows Cold Pool, just being in the cold, the blood was about to be frozen.

"I'll take matters into my own hands and put an end to this group of useless waste!"

"Mr. Ye Tian, if you don't make a move, it'll be too late!!" Song He shouted at the sky.

Shout!

At the last moment, a golden light came into people's sight, blocking Song Hai's front.

"Drink!" Mo Liyan shouted, swinging his sword and slashing down.

The explosion was earth-shattering, the energy exploded, shattering the earth, shaking back the crowd, the golden light dispersed, Su Yetian's figure appeared, and his mountain-braided arm blocked the slash that was slashing down!

In the stalemate, the aftermath of the sword qi poured to both sides, and the road was frozen off, only Su Yetian's feet and behind him were spared.

Boom! As soon as Ye Tian's arm was raised, Mo Liyan was shocked back, and after a few somersaults, he fell a few feet away, his pupils constricted, and he looked at the person in front of him.

"What are you kidding, you actually blocked the Qingshuang slash of the Sword Saint Mo Lixuan with your bare hands!" Whether it was the accompanying martial artists or those Dao disciples, they were all stunned.

Song He sat on the ground, his bare head was wet with cold sweat: "Mr. Ye Tian, you are finally here! It seems that the consideration of my Song family is qualified......"

How did he know that Su Yetian was not thinking about the Song family at all, he was just busy making love with Tang Man'er.

At this time, the three sisters of the Tang family, Qing Shui Daozun also rushed over, Tang Man'er, who had just been moistened by the rain and dew, still had a red glow on his face, they fell behind Su Yetian, and they didn't plan to make a move, they just came to watch the battle.

Su Yetian's eyes condensed slightly, looking at his arm covered with frost, blocking the sword below, he used the combination of four mountain patterns, even so, it still couldn't be completely neutralized, and was slightly invaded by the cold qi.

"Don't leave the dead, it's called the Sword Saint, but it's not completely wasted. Su Yetian said indifferently, the frost dissipated, and his arm was unharmed.

Although Mo Liyan's face did not change, his heart was already turbulent, he used the Qingshuang Sword to cut the other party's flesh and blood, not only did he not hurt the enemy at all, but he was shocked and his blood was churning, this is something he has never done in his life in the rivers and lakes.

"There is a god of war in the south of the Yangtze River, whose surname is Su Ye Tian, and Mr. is indeed worthy of his name! I am willing to teach Mr. Mo Liyan a high move!" Mo Liyan held the hilt of the sword with both hands and held it in front of his chest, his eyes were filled with boiling war intent.

This is the swordsman's etiquette, which is the etiquette that the swordsman will only use when facing an evenly matched opponent or a strong enemy who overrides himself, and it is also a signal to tell the opponent that he will go all out in the next battle!

"With just one face, Mo Liyan was forced to go all out!" Everyone was shocked again, and for a while they left the true purpose of this trip behind and watched intently, for fear of missing this rare scene in their lives.

"Oh, okay, let's play with you. Su Yetian carried it with one hand and lifted it lightly with the other, talking and laughing, and did not seem to take Mo Liyan's all-out efforts in his eyes.

"The sword is ruthless, sir, be careful!" Mo Liyan's eyes lit up, and the two swords came out together, and the two swords slashed on the ground after a quick somersault!

Accompanied by thunder and ice, the double sword of thunder and ice swept open the earth, advancing in unison, and the waves of momentum seemed to cut everything that stood in the way!

"It's so strong, just with the power of the sword qi, it is enough to sharpen iron like clay, if combined with the fury of this thunder and the fierceness of the frost, the power will be doubled, is that purple lightning and green frost? Among the paired dual swords, it is second only to the male and female sword warrior Mo Ye! Now even if I use the power of this night demon, I may not be able to fight with it!" Tang Bing'er said in surprise.

"Grandmaster Ye Tian, how will you deal with such an offensive?" Song Qingshan looked at Su Yetian who was still standing there as motionless as a mountain in the face of such an offensive.

saw Ye Tian leaning down, pressing his palm on the ground, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

Thundering Ground Cracked Palm!