"Buzz ......"

The void shook, humming incessantly, and a momentum belonging to the powerhouse in the late stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm erupted on Su Mao's body.

In an instant, a powerful momentum permeated all directions, like Tianyue, enveloping the sky over the entire Wanhong City.

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, the master of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, looking at the entire Ningzhou, was definitely the top existence, almost invincible.

At this moment, behind Su Mao, there were more than a dozen strong men from the Qianyuan Sect who arrived.

Undoubtedly, today's Du family, whatever they say is inevitable.

"Don't do that senseless resistance, obediently tie your hands and grab the handle, go back to Qianyuanmen with the old man, and wait for the fate. ”

Su Mao's body, the general trend of madness was surging, and bursts of brilliant fairy light were wrapped around his body, like the charm of the Great Dao resonating, it was very terrifying.

His eyes were cold, and he looked at Mo Wuchen, "If you offend my Qianyuanmen, no matter what your identity is, you must pay a price." ”

"The price?"

Mo Wuchen stood in the wind, the breeze blew the corners of his clothes, and his face maintained a faint look from beginning to end.

Hearing Su Mao's words at this moment, Mo Wuchen couldn't help but feel a little funny, he didn't understand, why did the other party feel that he had settled himself today?

"Buzz ......"

In his hand, the Burning Spirit Sword appeared, and in an instant, the invisible sword pressure filled all directions, so that in the city below, all the onlookers couldn't help but breathe.

"I'd like to see how you can make me pay. ”

Between the words, Mo Wuchen held the Burning Spirit Sword in his hand, and slowly stepped out of the air, but he actually took the initiative to force Su Mao and the others to be.

The black sword weighed as much as ten thousand pounds, like a mountain held by Mo Wuchen in his hand, the soles of his feet stepped on it, and the void trembled, which was enough to show that the weight of the Burning Spirit Sword was very terrifying.

"I don't know whether I live or die, I dare to be so arrogant in front of the Great Elder!"

Before Su Mao could speak, not far away, a strong man from the Qianyuan Sect couldn't help it.

With a cold snort, he swept over, this is a master in the middle of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, his momentum is not bad, his name is Jiang Fan, among the many elders of the Qianyuan Sect, the strength is relatively high, far more terrifying than yesterday's Wang Yuan.

"Kill chickens with a knife, Great Elder, this son provokes the majesty of my Qianyuanmen, let me kill him today. ”

Jiang Fan sneered, and also pressed towards Mo Wuchen, and at the same time, a golden spear appeared in his hand, with a sword that pierced people's eyes.

"Buzz ......"

The golden spear pierced out, and it pierced through the void, dragging the infinite momentum, turning into ten thousand fierce rays, and slashing towards Mo Wuchen in unison.

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

Mo Wuchen's footsteps did not stop because of this, the Burning Spirit Sword in his hand waved in the air, the sword momentum was like a wave, crushing everything, and the ten thousand slashes were all shattered by Mo Wuchen's sword.

"Whew!"

Mo Wuchen did not advance or retreat, and the speed of moving forward was much faster, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Jiang Fan's eyes, holding the spirit sword in both hands, raising it above his head, and slashing down.

Jiang Fan's complexion changed, he never thought that Mo Wuchen would defuse his attack so easily, the Burning Spirit Sword was the ancestral weapon of the Wang family, and in the extremely ancient period, he had drunk the blood of the gods, and it was very famous in the entire Ningzhou.

This is a heavy killing soldier, and now Mo Wuchen slashed it with a sword, Jiang Fan did not dare to be careless.

"Bang dang!"

In a flash of lightning, he held the golden spear across his eyes, trying to resist the sword.

However, Jiang Fan underestimated the power of this sword.

In an instant, the golden spear was split in two by the Burning Spirit Sword, and the huge force made De Jiangfan's arm numb.

"Whoever stands in my way, die!"

Mo Wangchen's eyes were slightly cold, the killing intent emerged, the words fell, and the heavy sword slashed out again.

"Boom!"

The terrifying power directly shattered the protective spiritual power around Jiang Fan's body, and in the blink of an eye, the Burning Spirit Sword descended and slashed at Jiang Fan's body.

"Bang!"

The next moment, his body was directly shattered, turning into a rain of blood in the sky, drifting away with the wind.

This scene is long to say, but in reality, it only happened in two breaths.

When everyone reacted, they were all shocked to the extreme, and they all gasped.

A master of the middle level of the Heavenly Immortal Realm was just chopped to death by someone with a sword?!

"You Qianyuanmen want to arrest me, but it's not qualified enough, let alone you, even if the Holy Lord of Qianyuanmen comes today, I will kill it. ”

Mo Wuchen's eyes looked towards Great Elder Su Mao, and he couldn't stop sneering on his face.

"Just you?"

Su Mao squinted his eyes, the cold light flashed, and his face was extremely cold, very terrifying.

"Don't think that if you have a godhead, you will be really invincible, the old man is a cultivator in the late stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and he wants to suppress you, but between the backhands!"

The voice fell, Su Mao jumped up, came to a higher sky, he flipped his palm, and pressed it suddenly.

"Boom!"

A purple-black void hand emerged, crushing the space and cracking one crack after another.

The big hands are like mountains, covering the sky and the sun, so that this side of the void can't help but sink down.

"In the late stage of Heavenly Immortal Realm, is it very powerful?"

Don't forget the dust, the Burning Spirit Sword Force split the sky, the black sword rushed into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the purple-black big hand was split in half, blown up on the spot, and dissipated.

"Demon Dragon Ambush!"

Su Mao shouted angrily, opening his mouth and exhaling a large area of gray gas.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth became even darker, and then only a deafening dragon roar could be heard.

Those gray gases turned into a nine-headed demon dragon, their whole body was black, their eyes were scarlet, and they opened their mouths and roared, shaking the heavens and the earth, making the cracks that burst out of the void even bigger.

"Kill!"

Mo Forgetchen snorted coldly, holding the Burning Spirit Sword in his hand, and stepped into the air, without the slightest fear on his face.

"Roar!"

The nine-headed demon dragon swooped down, like the revival of the ancient dragon, unstoppable, and wanted to kill Mo Wangchen here.

"Boom!"

The Burning Spirit Sword slashed out, and the jet-black sword light fell on the head of one of the demon dragons, and in an instant, the dragon's head exploded, turning into a black rain of blood, floating in the sky above Wanhong City.

"Bang!"

Don't forget the true trick of stepping on Chenchen's feet, the speed is extremely fast, and he appeared in front of the other eight demon dragons one after another, he slashed with a black heavy blow, the power of the god king's body was unstoppable, and in just a few breaths, the nine-headed demon dragon was all wiped out, and no one survived.

"Whoosh!"

In the stunned eyes of everyone around, Mo Wuchen stepped on the soles of his feet again, and this time, he came directly to the front of Su Mao.

"Have you had enough?"

The cold voice spread faintly, and Mo Wuchen's gaze, as if he was looking at a dead man at this moment, fell on Su Mao's body, "Kill you, one sword is enough." ”

(End of chapter)