Mu Lao's body exuded a terrifying aura, this aura was like the top of Mount Tai, and the person who was overwhelmed was breathless.

It is as if thousands of huge waves are floating in front of you, giving people a sense of powerlessness to resist, in the face of this momentum, it is not to say resistance, even a little resistance in the heart feels like a humiliation for this power.

The wind was howling, and the weaker ones had already fallen to the ground.

They were so pressed by the aura on Mu Lao's body that they couldn't even straighten up, and only a powerhouse of Lin Shan's level could resist a little.

But even so, it is struggling to support.

Originally, for the purpose of holding this party, a prosperous feast was arranged everywhere around, but at this moment, these fine wines and delicacies have long been torn to pieces by this momentum.

The powder mixed with the wind is forming small whirlpools one after another, and people are shaking and can't open their eyes.

Nie Fan still stood in place, and under his feet he was still stepping on the unbeatable Biluo Dynasty, a genius Mo Yan.

Now Mo Yan is a little miserable, he was already pressed on his head by Nie Fan's feet and felt a thick humiliation, and this is not counting.

Nie Fan's feet were as heavy as Mount Tai, so he couldn't raise his head at all, but now in order to resist that kind of pressure, Nie Fan's momentum on his body couldn't help but increase.

This is equivalent to him being under the pressure of Nie Fan and Mu Lao at the same time, and this powerful pressure makes Mo Yan spit out a mouthful of blood unconsciously.

Mu Lao and Nie Fan did not have a battle with a clear sword and a gun, but this battle had already happened, but the two of them came from the collision of form and momentum.

As long as one look can distinguish the winner from the loser, they are a psychological battle, if anyone has a slight retreat in their hearts, this battle will not have to be fought again!

It's a pity that Mu Lao is destined to be disappointed, no matter how much he uses the momentum on his body, including the coercion of his Dao Sect's eighty percent heavenly powerhouse, to oppress Nie Fan, the effect of being able to receive the goods is minimal.

Even a little bit pitiful.

"Boy, I'll give you one last chance, return Mo Yan to us, this matter will be written off, this time the game will be regarded as the victory of the Jiuyuan Dynasty, and we will come to visit the Biluo Dynasty one day!" Mu Lao retracted the momentum on his body and said coldly.

There were already turbulent waves in his heart, and at the same time, the murderous aura in his heart was also surging like a huge wave, and Nie Fan was actually not afraid of this kind of coercion on his body.

This made him make up his mind that he must deal with Nie Fan's calamity, otherwise with Nie Fan's posture, it won't be long before he will be able to rise in one day.

At that time, the entire Jiuyuan Dynasty will really be much stronger than the Biluo Dynasty.

"What do you mean that our Jiuyuan Dynasty has won, what you old man said is quite interesting, this victory originally belonged to our dynasty, and since the Biluo Dynasty is coming to visit, why choose another day? Why don't you choose to change the day if you want to visit me?

Nie Fan smiled faintly.

His words are still as light as a feather, but the-for-tat in these words is as heavy as Mount Tai.

Hiss~

I only heard the sound of gasping around me, and everyone was completely shocked by Nie Fan, and some had just cleaned up their embarrassed appearance, and finally got up from the ground where they had sit.

But I was almost frightened by Nie Fan's words and sat down, and Nie Fan spoke more and more unruly.

It was better just now, but now he directly calls this Dao Sect Eight Heaven powerhouse an old fellow, and he wants someone to kneel down for him!

"Boy, you're really looking for death!"

Mu Lao couldn't control it completely, he roared violently, this roar was like a thunder in the nine heavens, and the ground buzzed.

This can be a pain for those who have cultivated to be weaker, and they all screamed miserably, and some even fainted with white eyes, and Mu Lao's roar was like an angry lion.

His white hair was flying, and his eyes were wide open, and it seemed that his heart had been greatly touched.

Nie Fan still didn't take these threats of Mu Lao in his eyes, he smiled faintly, as if he had already completely seen through all this around him.

Mu Lao's body exuded a completely murderous aura that soared to the sky, and everyone present only felt that they were enveloped by a cold and piercing aura, which made them unable to raise their heads.

At the same time, it also made them tremble, and even Lin Shan, who was accustomed to seeing life and death among the ten thousand armies, was also frightened by this murderous aura, and the goosebumps on his body fell to the ground.

He had killed many people, and the enemies who died in his hands were not a few with blood on their hands, but even so, he felt that the murderous aura on his body was like a small witch compared to the wooden brain in front of him, and it was not worth mentioning at all.

The murderous aura on Mu Lao's body was definitely conceived after killing nearly 100,000 or so people, could it be that the other party had slaughtered the city?

"Just such a pitiful murderous aura, you dare to let me show off your might in front of me? Ridiculous, since I don't know whether I live or die, then I will fulfill you, and I don't want to kneel and beg for mercy, right? Okay, then there is no need for this ant to live!" Nie Fan didn't pay attention to these murderous aura.

He still sneered, then raised the broken sword in his hand and gently cut it downward, and suddenly only heard a thud, and the sound of iron entering the flesh came.

At another look, a fresh head was sprinkled on the ground, and at the same time, the hot blood was also sprinkled out in an instant, and the murderous aura on Mu Lao's body dissipated without a trace.

There was a sluggish look on his face, the sluggish expression was just a flash, and he quickly became angry again, just because he saw that this one of the falling brains was actually Mo Yan!

Mo Yan's head was like a ball rolling down, and there was still a lot of confusion and a little fear in his pain.

Maybe he didn't understand why he died, why Mu Lao had already spoken in person, he still died, and he died so miserably!

He originally thought that he would become a peerless powerhouse, even surpassing Mu Lao, but now everything has ended since death!

died, Mo Yan, a genius of the dignified Biluo Dynasty, appeared with arrogance and indispensability, and he died so easily!

The death was silent, and everyone couldn't react at all, until they saw that his head really fell to the ground, and everyone believed this fact.