"Hmph! You can only use your tongue. Your proud strength is vulnerable in front of me!" Meng Junyan said proudly.

The moment the words fell, a violent momentum erupted from Meng Junyan's body.

Around his body, several terrifying storms suddenly condensed, exuding terrifying wind pressure.

Above his claws, a storm entwined like wind snakes. Make its power skyrocket several times!

"The momentum of the storm!" Mo Fan looked at Meng Junyan, his eyebrows raised slightly.

The momentum of the storm is the most violent and tyrannical force among the low-level martial forces of the wind type. Its power is even stronger than the flame power that Mo Fan mastered.

With the blessing of the storm, Meng Junyan's attack speed and attack power have increased a lot. With a single blow, you can smash the void.

Meng Junyan thought that he would easily crush Mo Fan with the power of the storm. But the imagination is always plump, but the reality is extremely skinny.

Mo Fan relied on his strong physical body and body martial arts. Not only not in battle, not at a disadvantage. On the contrary, it also gained the upper hand.

After just a few rounds, Mo Fan was unscathed. On the other hand, Meng Junyan's body was slightly injured, and there were several shallow blood marks.

"How so. This son's strength is even stronger than mine!" Meng Junyan's eyes shrank, and a trace of horror appeared on his face.

He clearly remembered the first time he met Mo Fan. Shan Wu Mo Fan's strength is definitely not so strong. At that time, he could easily crush Mo Fan.

It's only been a long time, and Mo Fan has been able to gain the upper hand in the face of him who has cast the momentum of the storm.

This kind of cultivation talent and growth potential is simply terrifying.

"If you don't kill Mo Fan today, there will be endless troubles in the future. Even if you pay a certain price, you must leave Mo Fan at the Tianwu Pavilion Ruins forever!" Meng Junyan's eyes flashed with ruthlessness.

After he exchanged a palm with Mo Fan, he quickly retreated, putting a distance between him.

"Mo Fan, your strength is indeed beyond my expectations. But the winner of this battle must be me. ”

Meng Junyan slapped his chest violently, and opened his mouth to spew out a stream of natal essence blood.

I saw that his hands were stained with the blood of his natal essence, and he quickly formed a seal. In less than a second, more than a dozen handprints were formed.

"Wind dragon roars!"

When the last mudra bears fruit at the moment. Meng Junyan looked up to the sky and shouted.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the sun and moon sank.

Countless wind attribute auras were surging madly from all directions. Above his head, it condensed into a storm dragon tens of meters long.

"Roar!"

The storm dragon raised its head to the sky and roared, and the terrifying coercion swept through the nine heavens and crushed all directions!

The wind dragon roared, it was a first-class emperor-level martial art. Flashing Dance.Terrifying!

Meng Junyan just barely cultivated it to the realm of Xiaocheng.

In order to deal with Mo Fan, he not only used the Wind Dragon Roar with all his might. It also activated the natal essence blood, making its power increase by a few points. It was enough for it to crush an ordinary Martial King Sixfold Heavenly Cultivator.

Although urging the natal essence blood will make Meng Junyan weak for a few months. But as long as you can kill Mo Fan, this price is nothing at all.

"Mo Fan, I know you have the power of the flames. However, the power of the flame is nothing more than a low-level martial force. It's impossible to stop the emperor-level martial arts I have performed!" a sinister smile appeared on Meng Junyan's face.

"Mo Fan, let's take your life!"

He put his hands together and pushed it out. The storm dragon above his head roared angrily, shook the huge dragon body, opened his bloody mouth, and swallowed towards Mo Fan.

"Is this the power of the Emperor-level martial arts? But with it, you want to kill me, you must at least cultivate it to the state of perfection!" Mo Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and a contemptuous smile appeared on him.

If he had been hit by this blow a few days ago, there was a high probability that he would not have been able to take it.

But now, he's a sword master. Not only has he mastered the nine-rank king-level martial arts of swords and swords. There are also two advanced martial arts that he has mastered - the power of wood and the power of fire. Its own strength has skyrocketed several times.

Not to mention Meng Junyan, at this time, he was using a first-grade emperor-level martial art. Even if it was a second-grade emperor-level martial art, he could break it!

I saw Mo Fan, holding the Heaven Breaking Sword in his left hand and the Sky Cutting Sword in his right hand.

The terrifying incomparably sword intent and sword intent burst out. Behind him, it condensed into two terrifying whirlpools, rolling the heavens and the earth.

"Wood power!"

"The power of fire!"

Mo Fan's eyes widened, and the light in his eyes flowed.

Looking closely, his left eye flickered with red firelight, releasing a terrifying heat, as if it could burn heaven and earth.

The right eye is shining with a rich blue light. It exudes a majestic breath of life, making people feel like a spring breeze.

As the saying goes, wood makes fire.

The power of wood and the power of fire complement each other. Combined, the power is more than just one plus one.

"Ling Tian's sword!"

"Sky Wood Splitting Sky Slash!"

Mo Fan let out a low snort, and waved the Heaven Breaking Sword and the Sky Slashing Sword with both hands at the same time.

The domineering sword intent, the fierce sword intent, rushed into the sky.

The power of tyrannical fire, the power of rich wood, swept in all directions.

In the sky, a powerful flame divine sword, and a sword with soaring sword intent, condensed out. Towards the Storm Dragon, he slashed down.

Where the sword passed, the void trembled and the air exploded. It was as if everything in heaven and earth would perish with it.

"The power of fire, the power of wood! How is it possible! You haven't even reached the Martial King Realm, and it is already a miracle that you can master the low-level martial power, the power of flames. How can you master high-level martial arts, and still master two high-level martial arts!" Meng Junyan shouted in a lost voice.

Not to mention that it is in the Beicang Continent. Even in the spiritual realm where geniuses gathered, Meng Junyan had never heard of it. Someone can master two high-level martial arts at the same time when they are in the Heavenly Sect Realm.

How Meng Junyan hoped that everything in front of him was an illusion. But the reality mercilessly shattered the luck in his heart.

The Flame Divine Sword and the Aoki Divine Sword, with an incomparably powerful attitude, slashed at the dragon body of the Storm Jiaolong.

Meng Junyan's proud, first-grade emperor-level martial arts, didn't hold up even for a second. Directly smashed by the Flame Sword and the Aoki Sword. Annihilation and emptiness.

After smashing the Storm Dragon, the terrifying power of the Flame Divine Sword and the Aoki Divine Sword slammed directly into Meng Junyan's body.

"Poof, poof!"

Two terrifying blood marks appeared on Meng Junyan's chest, directly penetrating the entire chest. The white bone stubble, looming, infiltrating.

Red blood, like a fountain, spurted out of the wound, staining the ground red.

Even if Meng Junyan's true cultivation has reached the Martial King Quadruple Heaven, his vitality is extremely tenacious. also lost most of his life under this blow. I can't even stand up.