The Wind and Snow Saint Son can use the law of space, which is indeed powerful, but after all, the use is limited, and it can trap Mo Yunfan's body, but it can't trap Mo Yunfan's soul.

The law suddenly rushed out, and the Yuehua Great Handprint was slapped down with a shocking deterrent power, even if the Wind and Snow Holy Son was powerful, he was also frightened and confused.

He hurriedly counterattacked, waved his hand and slapped out seventy-seven forty-nine palms, each palm contained a domineering aura of yin and cold, and appeared in the void, forty-nine sitting on an iceberg.

The iceberg appears in a translucent, semi-illusory state, but it has the divine power of the frozen world.

The Holy Son of Wind and Snow thought that even if he fought back in a hurry, it was enough to freeze and blow up the opponent.

Soon his confidence vanished, and the expression on his face changed from surprise to contempt to shock, and the Yuehua Great Mudra had pierced through his blockade and slapped mercilessly.

"No, how is that possible!"

Yuehua's big mudra was like an autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, slapping him away, and he was in mid-air, still thinking that what happened in front of him was not true, how could it be true.

Bang, he was like a heavy meteorite, falling thousands of kilometers away, and a large area of ice and snow collapsed.

The valley was making a rumbling tremor, and the blizzard in the air began to fall again, and Mo Yunfan's body flew out and fell near the Faxiang.

The rumbling sound startled several people watching the battle on the mountain and rolled down the mountain, and the slapping power of Yuehua's big mudra just now was so terrifying that they couldn't believe it.

Especially the Wind and Snow Saint Son was obviously a step above the top, but he was suddenly slapped away by a light and shadow that he didn't know what it was. This kind of result is really unacceptable to them!

"This ...... What the hell is this?"

Jia Qing's face changed drastically, he didn't know what the God of War Law appeared in front of him at all? It was a martial soul? He had never heard of someone having a martial soul that was six meters tall and the same as a god.

"This is a god given to me by the heavens! Jia Qing, the demon is one foot tall and one foot high. If you don't accept it, you can fight this god. Don't blame me for not reminding you, the gods are stronger when they are stronger. ”

Mo Yunfan began to talk serious nonsense, with a provocative and arrogant look, hooking his hand towards him!

Jia Qing's whole body trembled violently, his eyes were gloomy, and his heart fluctuated.

To fight or not to fight? Just now he saw the God of War Law Phase, and slapped the Wind and Snow Saint Son away with one palm, this kind of strength is already comparable to that of the third-level Martial Sect, but it is definitely not as strong as him. With Mo Yunfan's current cultivation, he felt that it was impossible to burst out with such a powerful force!

Coupled with the God of War Divine Light Ye Ye, the divine and terrifying will makes people's hearts tremble, and he is already a little jealous.

Mo Yunfan said that he was a god, he didn't believe it, but when he was stronger, he didn't dare to take risks easily.

Whether to fight or not to fight, he himself has no opinion.

Mo Yunfan said in his heart: This old fox is indeed not easy to fool, if he is not frightened, the trouble will be even greater.

With his mind racing, he quickly created pieces of martial souls, seventh-level martial souls Flame Leopard, eighth-grade martial souls White Ape King Kong, Golden Eagle, Spirit Wolf, ......

These martial spirits swished out from around the God of War Law Phase, forming a terrifying army of martial spirits.

The momentum of this legion alone makes people's hearts tremble.

"See, this is the power of the gods, and they can create many martial spirits casually. He is the controlling god of the martial soul, and he has the power to devour the heavens and destroy the earth, Jia Qing will die!"

Mo Yunfan roared, like thunder, and with a wave of his hand, several pieces of amethyst flew out, and several lightning bolts fell from the sky.

This time it added even more to the divine power of the Faxiang, Jia Qing screamed, turned around and ran.

The black trees on the icy and snowy ground disappeared quickly!

Jia Qing was scared away, and Mo Yunfan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At this time, the Holy Son of Wind and Snow had already climbed up, looking at the amazing team beside Mo Yunfan, the corners of his mouth twitched, the slightest battle intent was gone, and he fled quickly in the blizzard.

Mo Yunfan sneered, "The gods are above, how can they let you be bullied, can you escape?"

Boom, the god of war flew in the air, and a palm slapped out, shocking the world and crying ghosts and gods.

This palm seemed to be able to cross time and space, and slap down the Wind and Snow Holy Son, who had flown away more than ten miles away.

"Poof!"

The Wind and Snow Holy Son spurted blood from his mouth and let out a heart-rending roar.

"Damn Mo Yunfan, you wait for me, I swear not to be a human if I don't kill you!"

The roar floated in the air, and Jia Qing, who fled far away, naturally heard his roar, not only that, but when he turned around, he happened to see the big handprint of Yuehua like a bright moon whistling in the sky.

It was now daytime when the sun was shining, but the brilliance of the sun could not drown out the light of the moonlight, although he was relieved to escape from the direction of the Wind and Snow Holy Son, but he also felt that this palm was very terrifying.

Hey, he gasped and fled faster, secretly glad that he had escaped, otherwise he would have been cleaned up by the gods!

Mo Yunfan's battle is even more famous!

The tenth person on the list of young heroes of the Wind and Snow Holy Son Qiankun Holy Academy was actually shot away by Mo Yunfan, and Mo Yunfan's strength was really terrifying. And Jia Qing was frightened by him and fled without a fight, and when such a thing spread, it made everyone in the world laugh and laugh, and made Mo Yunfan's reputation even louder!

Soon many vassal states were talking about Mo Yunfan, and Jia Qing escaped thousands of miles away, avoiding the pursuit of the beggar gang, and settled in an inn.

On the second day after he settled, there was news that Mo Yunfan had fought against the Wind and Snow Holy Son and slapped the Wind and Snow Holy Son away and scared Jia Qing away.

This kind of news was a big bang, and it quickly spread all over major restaurants, tea houses, hotels, in short, crowded places, all talking about it.

Yue Hall Restaurant, in the hall on the first floor, the hall is full of guests, and the storyteller paints his voice and color, depicting the battle between Mo Yunfan and the Holy Son of Fengxue.

These storytellers are just hearsay, compiling the latest news for everyone's amusement.

Mr. Storyteller, with a long goatee, looks very learned and very elegant.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the appetite of the listener was aroused, and everyone present straightened their necks and waited for his next step.

"I only heard a loud bang, the sky fell apart, do you guess what Mo Yunfan summoned and shocked Jia Qing to run away?"

Mr. Storyteller's ability to arouse people's appetite is indeed very strong, and he has pushed the atmosphere to a climax, but he suddenly stopped and slapped the shocking wood in his hand.

"I want to hear the aftermath, and listen to the next breakdown!"

"Ah, that's it!"

"No, let's talk quickly, how did Mo Yunfan scare Jia Qing away?"

"Paralyzed, don't you just ask for money, I'll give you ten taels of silver, you tell me secretly, what kind of ability does Mo Yunfan have to scare the deputy leader of the beggar gang away?"

Jia Qing was just about to go upstairs when he heard that his reputation of being scared away had spread here, and suddenly two black lines appeared on his head!

"Don't say it, don't say it, wait until tomorrow!" Mr. Storyteller shook his head, and then said, "This master, we storytellers have the rules of storytelling, please forgive me." ”

Someone slammed the table and sneered: "You are pure nonsense as a storyteller! You said that Mo Yunfan can summon, how is it possible! If you say that he can only be reliable when he releases a powerful martial spirit! Summon, then he will not become a monster?"

"That's right, everyone knows that martial arts cultivate martial souls, how can it be a summoning!

Mr. Storyteller was anxious, "Don't believe it, what he released is definitely not a martial spirit." Forget it, I'll break the rules of my ancestors today, and if everyone has enough money, I'll tell me how he summoned him, and what he summoned?

The sound of throwing silver and copper coins sounded, and the little girl who was responsible for collecting the money blossomed and began to pick up money and collect money.

She's stealing fun, the people in this city are so stupid, and the money is so easy to make!