The night quietly replaced the day, and a few sparse animal cries gradually spread in the air, at this time the Shengjing City was still full of people, and there were constantly injured soldiers receiving treatment from doctors, and the frost on everyone's face lingered for a long time, and the fierce battle during the day had taken away 100,000 lives, and everyone was silent, constantly staring at the swaying fire in the air.

On the other hand, the barbarians here, everyone is full of energy, with a bowl of wine in the left hand and a chicken in the right hand, so happy.

"Hahaha, my million-strong army is in front, fighting during the day deliberately detouring, as long as each soldier is injured, he will immediately retreat and be topped by the people behind, in exchange for the absolute numerical advantage of the snow country, not as injured, at least 100,000 soldiers died, on the other hand, although our army was injured 400,000, but the death was only tens of thousands of people, tomorrow is the time when the city is broken"

The barbarian raised his head and roared, and the wine in his hand kept spilling on the ground, sparkling.

............

Mo Wen is now the only one left in the Mo Mansion, and Mo Zhong next to him has long disappeared and gone to support the front line.

The thick and endless spiritual power in the Bai Lin Sword was frantically intertwined with the spiritual power in Mo Wen's body, and the outside of his body had already been shrouded in clouds and mist transformed by spiritual power, like a holy place filled with fairy energy.

Under the continuous influx of spiritual energy, Mo Wen's veins were full of spiritual light, and the rapid turbulent spiritual power was like a rushing river constantly breaking through the original number of Zhou Tian.

With the sound of an explosion in his body, Mo Wen slowly opened his eyes, "I didn't expect that after controlling this sword, I would be able to add icing on the cake, and the vast spiritual power in it sent me to the realm of the fourth grade of the Spirit Sect." Looking at the divine sword in his hand in confusion, Mo asked why such a divine weapon did not produce a sword spirit.

The first rays of sunlight shone in Mo Wen's eyes in the early morning, "The sun is out today" immediately inserted Bai Lin into the scabbard and carried it on his back, and then picked up the revolver on the side and quickly ran towards the city.

"Today is a good day to be reasonable!"

............

Xue Wuyue's sword passed through the body of the barbarian army in front of him, back to back with the three of them, and the endless fatigue continued to erode their brains. Before dawn today, the barbarians suddenly marched, and a million armies marched at the same time, opening their ferocious fangs.

The fierce collision between the Snow Emperor and the barbarian constantly shuttled through the sky, and on the other side, the Duke of Zhenguo and the Duke of Wei were also struggling to support under the attack of the three Spirit Sects of the barbarians and the snow frenzy, and the Snow Country was about to be submerged by the barbarians.

The warm sunlight shining on the body can't help but make the people of Snow Country feel a little ironic.

"Bang!" Xue Wuyue was suddenly knocked away and smashed among the soldiers around her, coughing up blood and looking at the wild sand that appeared not far away, gradually revealing her madness.

"Yesterday you escaped, today you can't escape," licking the beads of blood dripping from the tip of the knife, he approached Xue Wuyue with a sinister smile.

Another blow, Xue Wuyue was once again knocked into the air, and the surrounding Mo Idiot and Wei Chuan and others who were full of anxiety were blocked everywhere by the barbarian soldiers who kept coming, and at this moment Xue Wuyue did not have any help.

The falling Xue Wuyue felt that she had crashed into a soft but strong body, and when she turned her head to look, Mo Wuyue's face suddenly appeared in Xue Wuyue's pupils.

"Why are you here? Hurry up...... I'll block the people around you for you, hurry up," Xue Wuyue exclaimed with surprised eyes, "......... In two months' time, you will set up a tablet for me in your house......... It's a lifetime without regrets."

After Xue Wuyue's tone paused, she hurriedly protected Mo Wen behind her and stared around vigilantly.

"I came here to change my clothes, how can I leave if my clothes haven't changed" I saw Mo Wen dressed in a white shirt, holding a gun in his right hand, and a long sword on his back slowly walking towards the barbarians, so that everyone around was amazed, what a handsome man in white and majestic.

Looking at the snow light mountain that was fighting with the two princes in the air, Mo Wen seemed to give a breath of air, and a confident expression appeared on his face.

"I am alone, and you dare to fight me. Boundless spiritual power suddenly emanated from Mo Wen's body, Mo Wen turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed straight forward, the first thing to bear the brunt of was the barbarian sand corpse that fell from the sky, a huge blood hole appeared on the corpse, through this blood hole Xue Wuyue and the others could see the face of the barbarian army behind the corpse.

"When my blood robe is added, you still have a few inches of shade. A sound echoed in everyone's ears, and a warm breeze suddenly rose in the sky.

"My heart is for peace, but I yearn for killing"

"Brake!" blood splashed in the air, gathered and fell, and under the scorching sun, a rain of blood was formed.

At this moment, the sun above the sky emitted an incomparably hot light, shining through the windows into the countless rooms in Shengjing, illuminating all the darkness in the room, and also illuminating the faces of those who kept bowing their heads and praying

Mo Wen ruthlessly turned the revolver in his hand, taking away the lives of the barbarians. The once invincible momentum is presented on the battlefield. The murderous aura condensed by the slaughter of 150,000 people eroded everyone's hearts bit by bit.

Gradually, Mo Wen was like a demon god descending, constantly killing on the field, and his strange shuttle route also led the attacks of the barbarian army to himself.

There was such a scene outside Shengjing City, everyone in the Snow Country watched the barbarian army that was constantly moving away from them in front of them and attacking Mo Wen, at this time they were like Mo Wen's audience, quietly watching Mo Wen's wonderful performance.

"Brother Mo, he ......... If I'm not mistaken, is he a Spirit Sect?" Wei Chuan stared at the demon-like figure in front of him in a daze, and said eating. "Is this still the rumored Brother Mo?"

Xue Wuyue stared at Mo Wen deeply, as if she wanted to see him through, but in the end, she just reflected the Heavenly Blood Shadow in her mind, and said slowly, "You see that he has every move, as if it is designed for a person's battle, looking at his skillful appearance, it seems that he is used to fighting alone, and it is definitely not something that can be practiced overnight......... What the hell did he go through, deceived all of us. ”

If Mo Wen heard Xue Wuyue's words, he would only shrug his shoulders pleasantly, my brother is not used to anything, my brother is just a wall, hiding something that does not exist, and my brother has only been promoted this year.

Mo Idiot's heart was extremely complicated at this time, and his indescribable appearance was noticed by the two people beside him. Immediately, Xue Wuyue and Wei Chuan asked Mo Idiot at the same time, "Mo Idiot, did you already know about this matter?"

Taking a deep breath and calming down the surging heart in his heart a little, Mo Idiot said slowly, "I can't beat my eldest brother since I was a child, and my eldest brother taught me a set of swordsmanship half a month ago, but I can't use it until the spiritual power penetrates the tendons, I thought the eldest brother was just a spirit master, but I didn't expect it......... My eldest brother wouldn't let me tell anyone, not even our parents. ”

As he spoke, the number of barbarians was decreasing sharply, and as soon as Mo Wen turned around, the revolver in his hand stabbed out, and another rain of blood fell from the sky, and Wei Zhi's head rose in the air. At this moment, Mo Wen's body was already soaked in blood, and the white shirt at the beginning had been changed to a light red color.

Looking at the head that fell to the ground, Mo Idiot spat disdainfully, and continued to fight without saying a word.

"Qiang!" knocked down the Snow Emperor with one blow, and the barbarians in the sky also found Mo Wen, who was constantly slaughtering, and quickly flew away, facing an axe, accompanied by a giant axe. It was like a mountain covering the sky and the sun falling on Mo Wen's head.

"Hmph! it's you who are waiting" Mo Wen, who noticed this, grinned and shook his backhand. A golden dragon then appeared.

"Dragon Break"

The tip of the spear struck the giant axe, and the tremendous force shook through the weapon on the barbarian's body. Mo Wen stepped on the ground by an inch, and the brute was knocked back several meters.

"That's it?"

The barbarian who fell to the ground was surprised, "How is it possible, I am already the ninth rank of the Spirit Sect, and looking at his momentum, he is only the fourth rank of the Spirit Sect, how can I fall behind after the fight"

Staring at Mo Wen and the fragmented corpses beside him, the barbarian suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "There is no Mofu Qi Soldier that Xue Qingmad said, it was you who broke up the 300,000 soldiers of my Shixia Pass barbarian clan, it turned out to be you !!"

"Today it's one million and three million" Holding the revolver with both hands, Mo Wen licked his lips with his tongue and argued.

"That brute must have been killed by you, go to death" Angry, the muscles of the angry barbarian's body seemed to explode, his eyes were bloodshot, his body shot straight away, his left hand suddenly became scarlet and weird, and the sun in the sky seemed to have turned into a moon in the eyes of everyone.

Feeling the strong wind blowing in front of him, Mo Wen also looked solemn, but he didn't hide. The spiritual power in his body began to operate in a specific way, and the golden-red spiritual light instantly filled all around Mo Wen's body, forming a powerful and domineering battle suit on the surface of his body.

"Breaking the Army Gun Code - Lore Kill"

The momentum of the gravel moving mountains emanated from his body, and Mo Wen lifted his gun and quickly stepped forward and fired three shots in a row, like three golden dragons volleying into the air.

"Burning Sun Three Styles"

Between the two moves, the giant axe shattered, the brute bully rose in the air, grabbed the ground with his head, and countless cracks appeared near the ground where he fell, and he was seriously injured with one blow, and blood burst out from the brute's left hand, and his left hand was useless.

The sun is still the sun in the end, it does not come out at night, and without the support of the stars, how dare the moon show its head here?

"Blood Moon Demon Hand, you are the master of the barbarian, the barbarian is much stronger than you," the glittering Mo Wen stood in the wind at this time, the figure of the god of war was engraved between this heaven and earth, and the laughter reached the ears of the barbarian, "Today you are all buried here, and you will be buried with the life stained on your hands!"

Mo Wen quickly rushed towards the barbarian, and the sound of sonic booms was endless.

"It's not good, Wangshang" When the barbarian tyrant was seriously injured, the three barbarians in the air quickly asked the two princes and drove towards the two people on the field, leaving only Xue Qingyi alone to face Mo Wuregret and Weimin.

The two princes who were suddenly under great pressure looked at Xue with a cruel smile, "Hehe, it's our turn now!" King Shishan finally came to Shengjing City, how can we not entertain well?"

The body protection aura carried by the barbarian was like tissue paper, and when it touched Mo Wen's spear, it was torn apart, and death was only an inch away from the barbarian.

Just as Mo Wen's spear was about to pierce the barbarian's neck, a fierce wind suddenly hit behind him, and a crisp cheer sounded in his ears.

"Real people, be careful"