Lin Fenghua originally thought that his martial arts cultivation, coupled with his swordsmanship attainments, felt that he could kill Mo Yunfan.

However, his powerful killing move was so vulnerable in front of Mo Yunfan's fire dragon around the sun.

This guy is cunning and cunning, and when he saw that he couldn't beat him, he turned around and ran. He didn't want to be entangled, seriously injured by Mo Yunfan, or killed. This young man is so terrifying that he can't take risks for the sake of a Zhang Fenglin.

The five bodyguards looked at Lin Fenghua's sword like this, and thought that Mo Yunfan would definitely turn around and run, but they never expected that not only did he not escape, but he broke such a powerful sword move with just one move.

Oh my God, how strong is this boy!?

Their hearts were trembling at the moment, and no one had the confidence to stop Mo Yunfan. They originally thought that everyone was a Martial Sect, and Mo Yunfan was at best a Martial Sect with a similar realm to them. The seven martial sects, even if he killed two of them, as long as they united, they would have an absolute advantage.

However, seeing the power displayed by Mo Yunfan, they knew that they were wrong, and they didn't know that Mo Yunfan didn't have a more terrifying means in the end.

Bang, Mo Yunfan had already fallen from the sky, and the snow on the ground where Zhang Lin's body had smashed splashed up, startling everyone.

Zhang Fenglin also began to tremble, he was not stupid, he had already seen that Mo Yunfan was very powerful, and his bodyguards together might not be able to stop him.

He is now beginning to regret that he provoked such a demon!

Mo Yunfan sneered, approaching step by step, the five people tightly guarded Zhang Fenglin and retreated backwards, the tense atmosphere seemed to be so tense that Gong Xuan would break at any time.

"Originally, I came here just for a meal, your son, who thought that he had money, did whatever he wanted, and forcibly wanted the private room where I had already sat down. Are rich people very dragged? Rich people can trample on the dignity of others at will? Rich people can beat people if they want to beat them, and kill people if they want to? I'm sorry, but you can't do whatever you want when you encounter a ruthless fork in your face today!"

"Ahem...... You killed my son, and now you want to kill me, do you still have Wang Fa in your eyes?" Zhang Fenglin forced himself to calm down and yelled.

"Wang Fa? Is Wang Fa just a charade game that you rich people have finished for us poor people? When you want to kill people, Wang Fa does not exist, and when you are killed, bring out Wang Fa to suppress those who kill you! Don't you think it's ridiculous to talk to me about Wang Fa now? When your son bullied me and wanted to kill me, when you wanted to kill me, did you ever think about Wang Fa?"

"You...... You're too self-righteous, you think you can really kill me on your own!"

Zhang Fenglin was angry, but he was really scared in his heart.

Two of them carried him and ran away at high speed, the other three jumped in the air with one volley, and the other two flanked him left and right.

It was obvious that these three people wanted to desperately stop Mo Yunfan, and the other two wanted to escape with Zhang Fenglin.

The three of them worked together, and the power of the explosion was very powerful, and they blocked three directions at the same time. Even if Mo Yunfan wanted to chase and kill him, he had to knock one of them down.

But the three of them formed horns for each other, attacking one side, and the other two sides took care of each other, and they would inevitably attack and kill.

These three people are all third-level martial arts masters, and they are all ruthless, and they can't tolerate Mo Yunfan's slightest sloppiness.

Whoosh, Mo Yunfan rolled backwards like a huge spirit mouse, dodging the simultaneous attacks of the three of them.

The attack fell on the ground with a rumbling sound, dust and sand, and a furious wind.

After the three of them were missed, they then changed directions, and one of them, white mist behind him, swamped five acres of land at his feet.

There is still a big difference between his swamp and the swampy aura of the Flood Desolation Fairy. The Flood Fairy carries the breath of the Flood Wilderness, the terrifying breath of slaughter, and in the barrenness, it makes people desperate.

And this person's swampy breath is just the opposite, surging with vitality. It was as if what was emerging before us was not a swamp of death, but a lake of hope.

Obviously, this is a trap, and if you step into the swamp, you will fall into the mire of illusion, and it will be difficult to get out.

Not to mention the mist that appeared above his swamp at the same time, bewildering people's eyes.

"Well, this martial soul is good!"

Mo Yunfan showed a very excited expression. You must know that he can capture martial souls, refine martial souls, and then create martial souls.

The creation of martial souls does not come out of thin air, and naturally requires samples of other martial souls. The reason why Mo Yunfan was able to create a variety of different grades of martial souls had a lot to do with the fact that he had refined too many grades of martial souls.

In other words, all the martial souls that he has refined are his martial soul samples, and he creates different martial souls according to different martial soul samples and releases different martial soul powers.

So far, the highest-grade martial soul he has refined is a seventh-grade martial soul, and the martial soul in front of him belongs to the eighth-grade level.

In an instant, he decided to capture and refine this martial soul, and create such a martial soul when he was dueling with people, which was also very lethal.

This time he didn't dodge, because the martial soul covered too much area, he didn't have time to dodge, and there was already a swamp under his feet. The fog swirls around. As long as he doesn't move, he won't step into the mire of illusion.

Although the other two are also shrouded in the swamp, they are protected by this person, and they will not fall into the mire of illusion.

Seeing that Mo Yunfan was trapped and standing in place and didn't dare to move, the two immediately laughed, and slashed from the left and right with a cold light sword, and the other stabbed with a Linglong hook spear.

These two people burst out at the same time, swallowing mountains and rivers, and the surging fog shock, the power alone is already terrifying.

Mo Yunfan's expression was indifferent, he opened his bow left and right, his left hand shot out the fire dragon around the sun, and his right hand flew out of the Shaoyin sword.

Whether it is the fire dragon around the sun or the Shaoyin sword, it is a terrible killing move in martial arts. Mo Yunfan is now a first-level martial sect himself, and he is doing his best to use these two martial arts masters, like a god of death, controlling the life and death of others.

The power of the two was instantly broken, and the fire dragon swept around the sun, knocking the person holding the cold light sword directly into the air. And the Shaoyin Sword slashed out, like an extremely cold sword flying out of hell, with a click, it split the hook spear in half, and then picked it up, and heard a miserable scream.

"Ahh

The third-level martial sect that the fire dragon crashed around the sun had been entangled by the fire dragon, and the red flames were flying, and the power of burning heaven and earth was released.

"Ahh This person has been burned to ashes.

One looked at the face, opened the bow left and right, and under the full outbreak, one of the two third-level martial sects died and one broke his arm. With such a record, he can completely stand proudly in the realm of Martial Sect.

The martial sect that released the swamp martial soul was entangled in the mist, and he could no longer see his people. But he saw clearly what was happening on the swamp, and he was completely stunned, and he was stunned for five seconds.

These five seconds were enough to be fatal, and Mo Yunfan's light and shadow flashed, and the God of War Python Divine Spear burst out from his hand.

By the time he sensed the danger, it was too late to dodge, pounce, and seal his throat with a shot. The spear stabbed through his throat and flew out from the back of his neck.

Blood flew away with the spear, splattering back and forth.

"Ahh

Mo Yunfan didn't bother to chase and kill this person, and quickly released the power of the Divine Soul Purgatory, and took the entire swamp martial soul into it!