After exchanging palms, the two retreated almost at the same time, and after unloading each other's strength, they rushed towards each other almost at the same time.

This time both men shot quickly, punches, elbows, palms, knees, shoulders, ...... The two of them turned almost every part of their bodies into weapons, and they all followed a fierce and fierce routine.

Everyone saw two figures moving, punching like the wind, but there were no gorgeous moves to speak of.

The battle lasted for about a cup of tea, and Mo Yan's body suddenly flew backwards and slammed into the wall next to the inn door, directly piercing the hard wall into a huge hole!

The conscience stood in place, with his hands folded in front of him, as motionless as a bell.

When Mo Yan walked out of the inn, his face was a little pale, the clothes on his body were also torn, his hair was scattered, and he was stained with some dust, he looked a little embarrassed, and there were faint blood stains at the corners of his mouth.

Mo Yan first turned his wrist, then twisted his neck, and slammed his right foot on the ground, the stone staircase of the inn was instantly shattered, and his body shot at the heart like a sharp arrow.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and the aftermath was gone.

Around Wenxin's body, a golden bell appeared out of thin air, enveloping his body, and on the big bell, runes flowed one after another, and Mo Yan's fist could no longer move forward after hitting the bell.

Among the onlookers, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Could this be the golden bell jar of Buddhism?"

Someone followed: "Not only that, but with the blessing of runes, even a sword master of the same level may not be able to break it." ”

At the same time, Mo Yan's body retreated again, and then rushed towards his conscience again, and threw another punch.

People shook their heads and said, "Why doesn't this guy come out of a sword yet?"

Someone else pondered and replied: "It is estimated that this kid doesn't know how to use a sword at all, and he was just playing tricks before." ”

Many people frowned, looking at the thing wrapped in black cloth behind Mo Yan, and they all agreed with this person's guess.

If Mo Yan was really a swordsman, there was no reason why he didn't draw his sword until now, because his fists were already bloody at the moment, but they still couldn't break through the golden bell jar of the conscience.

Mo Yan retreated again, still not drawing his sword, nor continuing to attack.

He folded his hands together, opened his eyes, and said, "The donor still doesn't use a sword?" Or does the donor not know how to use a sword at all?"

Mo Yan didn't answer, he took two steps left and right, and then as soon as he raised his hand, a fierce character appeared out of thin air, and then wrapped his fist, and his body rushed towards his conscience again.

Bang!

With a deafening bang, Mo Yan's fist smashed on the Admiralty, actually pushing the conscience backwards for a distance, and Mo Yan did not withdraw after a punch like before, his left hand clenched into a fist, and another fierce character appeared, wrapping his left fist, and also smashed on the Admiralty.

There was another loud bang, and the Admiralty slid backwards again.

Mo Yan let out a loud shout, and his fists exerted force at the same time.

A steady stream of star power ran down his arms, constantly impacting the golden bell.

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, feeling that Mo Yan had worked in vain, while the conscience who had already opened their eyes was frowning.

The seemingly sacrosanct golden light was slowly eroded by the pitch-black flames, and Mo Yan's fist was pushed into the golden bell little by little.

"Break it for me!"

Mo Yan roared angrily, and the fierce character spun suddenly, and then exploded with a bang.

With a thunderous explosion, Mo Yan's body rolled violently backwards and flew out, while his conscience feet sank into the dirt and retreated backwards for a distance, leaving two deep ravines on the hard stone slab.

Admiralty has exploded.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them and was shocked.

The golden bell jar, which is known as the strongest defense of Buddhism, was broken like this, and the other party was only an unadvanced grade cultivator.

After Wenxin stabilized his figure, he glanced at Jian Jiu, who was standing on the second floor of the inn, and then at Mo Yan, who was already injured a lot, and felt a little bitter in his heart.

So far, no matter who wins or loses in the end, Boundless Academy has won.

He practiced two professions by himself, claiming to be invincible in the same realm, but he was so embarrassed by a student who had not yet advanced, and he broke the golden bell jar of the strongest defense of Buddhism, even if he defeated Mo Yan in the end, from today on, Mo Yan's name is destined to be remembered by many strong people, and the status of Boundless Academy in the cultivation world will only be higher.

He clasped his hands together and said a Buddha name, "Amitabha!" is worthy of the Boundless Academy, but the poor monk still wants to see the donor's sword. ”

After speaking, his right hand pulled a semicircle in front of him, and a Buddhist mantra appeared out of thin air, and then slowly rose into the air and grew.

As this rune appeared, it swirled, and the ground suddenly became dusty, and those shattered stone slabs were also rolled up by the power of the rune, colliding with each other, making a crackling sound.

In front of everyone's eyes, Mo Yan finally reached out and grabbed the "sword" behind his back.

Everyone's eyes were full of anticipation.

And as the black cloth unfolded, everyone couldn't help frowning, because what Mo Yan was carrying was not a sword, but a strange object that was pitch black and dull.

Mo Yan took down the slaughter and held it with a sword.

For him, slaughter is a sword.

I saw his wrist flip, and the fierce character appeared again, and then quickly disappeared, and then the whole world seemed to suddenly lose its color, and countless ink colors began to blur and diverge, rendering this world and world.

Mo Yan, who was already covered in blood, held the slaughter in his hand and handed out a sword.

In the blink of an eye, those inks disappeared in an instant, as if they were illusions, and then everyone felt that there seemed to be only this sword in heaven and earth, this simple sword.

When the slaughter and the Buddhist mantra collided together, the entire heaven and earth seemed to be frozen, and time seemed to be forbidden, and then, the sword was swallowed, and the majestic sword qi like the river and the sea gushed out, sweeping the golden incantation.

With a solemn face, he raised his hand again, drew another talisman, and pushed it out.

The two talismans were superimposed, and the spell that had already been submerged was once again golden again, overshadowing those tide-like pitch-black sword qi.

A terrifying sound that twisted and intertwined, a huge vortex directly appeared between the two, and it actually engulfed those sword qi and incantations in an instant, and Mo Yan held the slaughter's right arm, the flesh exploded, and the blood bloomed.

Outside the court, whether it was an ordinary person or a fifth-order powerhouse, they were all completely shocked.

Shocked by Mo Yan's many professions, shocked by the terrifying power of his sword, and even more shocked by the trace of nothingness.

When the whirlpool disappeared, the conscience suddenly appeared in front of Mo Yan and smashed a fist on Mo Yan's forehead.

And Mo Yan grabbed the arm of the conscience, so as not to let himself be repelled by the power of this punch.

His right hand, which had already exposed the white bones, was raised, and the sword trick was pinched in his hand, and it was gently pressed on the forehead of the question.

In the attic, Yue Fangfei got up suddenly, but it was too late, and Jian Jiu and Yun Zhilan also frowned tightly.

They all knew very well that Mo Yan was going to use those sword qi in the sword bone again.

Those sword qi are indeed very strong, if they are released, not only can they defeat this little abbot of Kangning Temple, but they can even kill him on the spot, but Mo Yan himself may also die, and even those onlookers may be affected.

Jian Jiu regretted it a little.

I regret that I shouldn't have said those words to Mo Yan, and I regret that I shouldn't have let Mo Yan come forward to accept this challenge.

He wanted to help Mo Yan, but he didn't expect Mo Yan to have such a deep obsession with Tang Guo, or the Mo family.

And the truth is that this battle is really important to Mo Yan, so he must not lose, no matter how big the price is, he cannot lose.

He is the eldest son of the Mo family, and he has a noble status that everyone envies, but it is precisely because he is the eldest son of the Mo family that he has carried a lot of things since he was a child, not only the entire Mo family, but also the entire Tang Kingdom.

It is precisely because he is the eldest son of the Mo family, and because he was born with seven peerless spiritual veins, he has become a joke of the entire Mo family and a topic of conversation for many people after dinner.

Everyone felt that his existence had disgraced the Mo family, and it would also disgrace the entire Tang Kingdom in the future......

Then at this moment, let yourself tell those people in the Mo family, and tell the entire Tang Kingdom that you are worthy of the blood of the Mo family flowing in your body.

The white sword qi flashed away, and then poured out from Mo Yan's two fingers, stabbing into Wenxin's forehead and into the depths of his soul.

These sword qi had killed the old sect master of the Haoran Divine Sect, and the old sect master was already a fifth-order powerhouse at that time, no matter how strong his conscience was, after all, he was only a third-order, so he naturally couldn't resist it.

And just as Mo Yan released his sword qi, his body suddenly flew backwards without warning, piercing the entire inn and falling directly into the river behind the inn.

Yun Zhilan and Yue Fangfei disappeared almost at the same time, stopping Mo Yan who had fallen into the water.

Jian Jiu's sword was already unsheathed, and the balcony under his feet was shattered in an instant, because in front of the door of the inn, behind the Monk of Inquiry, there was an old man in a golden robe standing at this moment.

Jian Jiu asked in a deep voice, "What does the old national teacher mean by this?"

The old man's right hand pressed on the back of the question's head, forcibly dispelling those sword qi, and did not answer Jian Jiu, but said coldly: "The academy is too vicious. ”

Mo Yan didn't know when he stood in front of the inn again, and sneered: "If the academy loses, it is not worthy to go south for cultivation exchanges, and if the academy wins, it will be ruthless, what do you think you are, the truth is up to you?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, stared at Mo Yan, and said coldly: "If it weren't for the alliance seal on you, just with your words, the old man would have killed you on the spot." ”

Mo Yan, who was covered in blood, laughed, "A dog is a dog after all, and when you are old, you are just an old dog, you are the dog of the Song royal family, and the entire Song Kingdom is the dog of the Chaotian Empire, so whether it is you or the Song royal family, you will be afraid to act timidly, looking forward and backward, I am afraid that it will not be as good as the master." ”

The old national teacher was so angry that his face flushed, the golden robe on his body was agitated without wind, and a cold and powerful killing intent permeated the world, and the surrounding onlookers were all so angry that their whole bodies trembled, and they couldn't wait to rush up and break this disrespectful guy into pieces.

It's just that those with low strength don't dare, because Jian Jiu's sword hovers in the sky, and those with high strength don't dare, because Mo Yan is a student of Boundless Academy, because they have the seal of the alliance on them.

The old national teacher looked at Jian Jiu, who no longer had any bearing under his feet at this moment, and said coldly: "This is the student taught by the Boundless Academy?"

Jian Jiu didn't answer, but Yue Fangfei spoke: "Boundless Academy adheres to the holy will of the dean, self-denial and revenge, for friends, we naturally use the etiquette of the academy to receive them, and for those wicked, the academy also has a way to receive wicked people. ”

The old national teacher said coldly: "Okay, it's really good, it is worthy of the Boundless Academy, the old man has understood." ”

After saying that, with a comatose conscience, he was about to leave.

Mo Yan suddenly shouted: "Old dog, you don't dare to kill me today, one day, I will lead the Tang army to the south and level the territory of your Song Kingdom, and there will be no chickens and dogs!"

The old national teacher stopped and stared at Mo Yan.

Jian Jiuyi raised his hand, and a seal appeared out of thin air, hovering above Mo Yan's head, which exuded a radiant brilliance, enveloping Mo Yan's entire body.

The old national teacher glanced at Jian Jiu, then at Mo Yan, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Mo Yan replied directly: "Mo Yan, the grandson of Mo Heng, the son of Mo Yuan." ”

The old national teacher's eyes narrowed, and the killing intent increased again, but he didn't make a move, because at this moment, the disciples of the academy couldn't die in the capital, or even in the Song Kingdom.

Not only could he not make a move, but after this incident, he also had to ensure that this group of people left the Song Kingdom safely and entered the Chaotian Empire.

The old national teacher looked at Mo Yan and nodded: "If the Tang Kingdom still exists after this battle, the old man is waiting for you." ”

After speaking, the monk disappeared directly with a conscience, and although the people around him were angry and eager to devour Mo Yan alive, but the old national teacher was gone, what could they do, and what did they dare to do?

Song Guo's challenge to the academy has come to an end completely.

In the Imperial City of the Song Kingdom, the old national teacher was kneeling in the center of the main hall at the moment, and the Emperor of the Song Kingdom was half-lying, with his eyes closed, and his face looked a little tired.

The old national teacher spoke: "The old minister is guilty. ”

The emperor didn't speak, and after a long time, he got up and said, "The national teacher doesn't need to blame himself, in this world, there are always some things that are not satisfactory. ”

The emperor also seemed to be a little embarrassed, and only said after half a sound: "Since this son is the son of the Mo family, he will become a great disaster for the Song Kingdom in the future, so he must complete the great cause of destroying the Tang Kingdom before he grows up." ”

He seemed to have just noticed that the old man was still kneeling, raised his hand, and continued: "This time the academy is going south, for the Song Kingdom, it is an opportunity for the Song Kingdom to pass the order, the prince will lead 200,000 troops, and rush to Chaoyang City on the same day, within three months, I will hear the news of the destruction of Chaoyang City." ”

The old national teacher got up and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, Your Highness will definitely live up to Your Majesty's expectations." ”

The emperor asked again, "What happened to the little abbot of Kangning Temple?"

The old national teacher replied: "The old minister stopped it in time, it is no big problem, and he is already on his way to Kangning Temple at this moment." ”

The Emperor nodded, "That's fine." ”

He then asked, "Is this really so terrible?"

The old national teacher thought for a while and replied: "It can be called against the sky, it is rare in ten thousand years!"

The emperor asked again, "Is it really the Seven Peerless Spirit Veins?"

The old national teacher was stunned for a moment, and replied: "It may also be that person's trick." ”

The emperor nodded and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as you go down to Chaoyang City, everything will be over." ”