The Holy Son of Wind and Snow has learned Mo Yunfan's power, but at this moment, he just relies on the number of people. He sneered, and did not tell Zhao Qizhi how strong Mo Yunfan was.

This guy typically suffered a loss by himself, and he lost people in the hands of Mo Yunfan, and he also wanted to make Zhao Qizhi and Meng San unhappy.

Meng Sanshu was also an arrogant guy, and immediately took action to stop Zhao Qizhi.

"Brother Zhao, with me here, how can I bother you to make a move. This kid is enough for me to clean up!"

"That's fine!" Zhao Qizhi waved his hand and gave it to Meng Sanyu.

Mo Yunfan showed a mocking look, "Wind and Snow Holy Son, you used to be my subordinate defeated, you won't forget it so quickly! I don't think these friends of yours are very good, since they are all coming for me, let's go together!"

"What?"

Meng Sanshu and Zhao Qizhi roared at the same time, and looked at the Wind and Snow Holy Son with surprised eyes.

The face of the Holy Son of Wind and Snow was flushed, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Don't look at me like that, this bastard has some skills, I lost a move and a half to him. That's not the point, the point is that he is so arrogant now that he actually let the three of us go at the same time. Brother Meng, what nonsense to talk to him, go up and kill him directly!"

"Yes!" Meng San's eyes were cold, and he stomped his feet suddenly, and the earth trembled.

Like a straight sword, he swooped into the air at a height of 100 meters.

Then the sun and moon flashed in his hand, and a sword like splitting the sky whistled and fell from top to bottom.

The sword was still in the air, and the terrifying sword intent flew down first with a sneer.

His sword intent was indeed terrifying, he had already gained a slight momentum, and the power under his control was particularly powerful, and the void power within a radius of a few hundred meters seemed to revolve around him.

Mo Yunfan sneered, the unyielding will of the God of War emanated, and with a wave of his hand, the God of War Python Divine Spear appeared.

The gun swirled in his hand, like a white dragon entwined, and the waves of guns and shadows rose into the sky, and the terrifying momentum was born leisurely, which seemed to integrate the general trend of heaven and earth, and I was the only one!

Boom, the shadow of the spear shot up angrily, blocking the sword that fell down in mid-air, and the powerful sword momentum collapsed with one touch.

Meng San was taken aback, and rolled continuously in the air, the sword in his hand pulled out nine hundred and ninety-nine sword flowers with one breath, defending him into an iron wall!

Mo Yunfan sneered, and the spear made a thunderous sound, like a bamboo, and a shot stabbed the center of the sword flower, and then saw a big collapse.

Tong Qiang's iron-clad defense collapsed in an instant, and the spear rushed like a white dragon.

Fluttering, the three were stabbed in the shoulder, and fell sharply downward.

If it weren't for his timely dodge, he would have been pierced through the heart. He rolled to the ground, his face as white as paper, and his heart trembled.

Defeated, the two of them were defeated, and he was already ashamed of himself.

"I'll go, I really have some skills!" Zhao Qizhi was slightly stunned before he re-examined Mo Yunfan. His eyes had become much more solemn, less arrogant and more respectful.

This is a world where strength is respected, and when they met for the first time, Zhao Qizhi didn't know how strong Mo Yunfan was. And he has always been arrogant, and does not take any young people seriously. When he first saw Mo Yunfan, he took it for granted that Mo Yunfan was a weak chicken, so he naturally wouldn't take Mo Yunfan in his eyes.

Now that he saw with his own eyes, Mo Yunfan stabbed Meng San with only two attacks, which showed that Mo Yunfan's strength was very strong. If he doesn't pay attention to it, he's a fool!

"That's natural, otherwise how dare I let the three of you go together. Mo Yunfan sneered, "Don't think that you can defeat me alone, you will be like him, and I can beat you away with two faces!"

"Arrogance, I hope your methods are as powerful as your mouth!" Zhao Qizhi sneered, "As a second-level martial sect, I am an invincible existence in this realm. Although you are very powerful, you are only at the level of the first-level martial sect. You have no idea how terrifying the second-level martial sect is. How can I be compared to these two pieces of shit!"

Brush, Meng Sanhou and Fengxue Holy Son's faces were extremely difficult to look at. No one will be happy to be called a waste. However, they are indeed not Zhao Qizhi's opponents, too

I can only be resentful in my heart, and I dare not say anything in my mouth.

But both of them watched coldly, cursing in their hearts, cursing Zhao Qizhi for being killed by Mo Yunfan!

"Oh, in my opinion, your second-level martial sect is not much different from them. I said that defeating them in two moves will give them face, and since you are so confident, I don't need to save face for you. I'll make you bleed in one move!"

Mo Yunfan smiled indifferently, detached and confident.

His expression made Zhao Qizhi extremely annoyed, and killing intent erupted from his eyes.

"Oh, you want to kill me, how sure do you feel?" Mo Yunfan sneered.

"I'm going to kill you, so I'm 100% sure. "Zhao Qizhi is domineering, cold, and exudes a cruel aura, like a murderer.

Buzz, the golden knife in his hand began to hum, emitting a thousand rays of light, straight into the sky.

Whoosh, he suddenly moved, and suddenly there were golden waves like an ocean in front of him.

The golden water wave completely hid Zhao Qizhi, and only the overwhelming golden wave swept towards Mo Yunfan.

Mo Yunfan's eyes froze, and the God of War Python spear was thrust into his feet with a bang, and then his hands moved up and down quickly.

Crackling, the nine points in his body opened at the same time, and the vast and terrifying sword intent condensed into the general trend of heaven and earth, a Shaoyin sword, like a heaven-splitting divine sword, slammed forward.

Usually he uses the Shaoyin Sword, but he only opens one or two tricks, the purpose of this is to ensure the speed of the sword, but he sacrifices too much strength.

This time it was different, he was facing a second-level martial sect, and the attack speed of the second-level martial sect seemed to him to be very ordinary, naturally it was not comparable to those martial masters, and he didn't need to sacrifice his strength in exchange for attack speed.

This sword slashed out, the sky was dark, and the golden water tide in front of him was directly shattered with a bang.

The Shaoyin Sword, which is sharp and has a bone-piercing yin wind and is entwined with five auras, is simply a dominating split, destroying all things.

It seems that Zhao Qizhi's martial arts skills are so vulnerable in front of Mo Yunfan's Shaoyin Sword.

Originally, Zhao Qizhi launched a special move, wanting to kill Mo Yunfan in one move. His special move is really powerful, he can hide himself, and the process of attacking, without showing any edge, seems to suddenly appear to kill the opponent when he approaches the opponent.

However, his preliminary work was done well, and it did not have any effect on Mo Yunfan. Mo Yunfan only needed to slash out a sword, and his attack was completely shattered, and he was defenseless in an instant, and he could only watch the Shaoyin Sword slash down.

Death was at hand, but there was nothing he could do. In the face of death, his spirit collapsed directly, and he let out a heart-rending roar of pain.

He didn't want to die, at least he didn't want to be killed in seconds!

"No killing is allowed here!"

An abrupt voice sounded, and at the moment when Mo Yunfan's Shaoyin Sword had already touched Zhao Qizhi's scalp, Zhao Qizhi's face was in pain. At this moment, the voice sounded, the space froze, and everyone in front of them, without exception, was frozen on the spot.

Mo Yunfan frowned slightly, feeling that this person's control over time and space was completely beyond his imagination.

He is a first-level martial sect, and he was casually fixed on the spot, how terrible is this person's cultivation!?

Even a master like Wei Tuozi wanted to kill him, as long as he wanted to escape, Wei Tuozi couldn't kill him. And this person, to put it mildly, has not yet shown up, and he has frozen the space in front of him at the first level!

Soon the man appeared, it was none other than the old man who looked old and dizzy, and was as thin as wood.

He staggered over, pulled Zhao Qizhi out of the range of Mo Yunfan's attack, and then let out a syllable, "Po".

Suddenly, Mo Yunfan's Shaoyin Sword slashed into the air, splitting the earth into a slender, I don't know how deep the scar was.

Zhao Qizhi was already shocked into a cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Old man, you are too good at bullying people!" Mo Yunfan looked at the old man coldly.