Mo Yunfan smiled evilly, his eyes showed sympathy and pity, and such a look made the middle-aged man very stinging.

"You know that you have been fooled! Your master has clearly tricked you! If you can't kill me, you will be sent to death yourself. My master is gambling with your life! I don't believe it, he doesn't know that the Flying Immortal Sword is a fake. With such a Master, this is your sorrow!"

"The ...... Damn, don't sow discord, how can Master trap me?" The middle-aged man, his face was extremely ugly, he had resentment in his heart, and his heart was like a mirror, but he didn't dare to show it. knew that it was indeed the master who cheated him, but he could only admit it. "You, injured like this, the magic weapon has been destroyed, I kill you every second, you are still in the mood to sow discord, your heart is really big!"

"He's not dead, he's not dead!" Sun Nishang looked a little excited, a little excited, it's all like this, he's still alive, it's a miracle!

Regardless of whether the Flying Immortal Sword is a fake or not, the power that erupted just now is too amazing, I am afraid that the peak martial artist will also be shattered into thousands of pieces, and he is not dead, in Sun Nishang's opinion, this is indeed a miracle!

"I'm not dead, I'm going to die now!" the middle-aged man roared and rushed forward. Although the Flying Immortal Sword in his hand has indeed become scrap metal compared to the magic weapon, the material is not bad, much better than ordinary weapons. The middle-aged man had no choice but to use it as a weapon.

His figure is erratic, unusually agile, and his swordsmanship is exquisite, and he obviously has a certain degree of attainment in kendo.

It's just that as soon as he rushed forward, Mo Yunfan had already used the purple dragon bracer.

Two purple dragon rays of light flew out, and the even more terrifying killing intent and divine power made the void tremble violently, and the breath of death made the middle-aged man's heart almost jump out of his throat.

"Ah, how can it be, how do you still have a magic weapon?"

The middle-aged man was already shocked beyond measure, originally he used the Flying Immortal Sword to kill Mo Yunfan with one blow.

Mo Yunfan was not dead, he was seriously injured, but the magic weapon in his hand was completely abolished. In comparison, although the magic weapon given to him by the master was a fake, he destroyed Mo Yunfan's magic weapon and seriously injured Mo Yunfan, and his heart felt a little better.

He couldn't believe that this young man still had a magic weapon in his hand, and the magic weapon was even more terrifying than the previous one.

His shocked gaze didn't have time to fully bloom, his body had been pierced by the purple light dragon, and two terrifying blood holes almost tore his upper body apart.

When he died, the horror in his eyes didn't have time to disperse, and the person had already fallen to the ground and died.

Such a sharp kill, shocking and thrilling. Sun Nishang's cold face was completely shrouded in horror, and her heart could no longer calm down.

Liao Hua's mouth was open enough to stuff a goose egg, and when it was closed, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

"Dad, this bastard is a bit old-fashioned. It seems that you are the only one who has stepped in!"

Li Cunxu's heart also trembled, the two disciples were both eighth-level military generals, and they were killed by the young man in front of him in seconds. He wasn't shocked by his cultivation, but shocked by the magic weapon in his hand! He really didn't understand why he had such a powerful magic weapon and could easily drive it, even though his cultivation was not very good!

"Hell, how can he drive such a powerful magic weapon?"

Mo Yunfan was covered in blood, and those blood shone brightly, not dripping, like dewdrops sticking to his body.

As circles of golden ripple-like divine light emanated, the wounds on his body healed at a visible speed.

Such a speed of physical healing shocked the people who were still alive again.

"Ah, is this guy human?" Liao Hua twitched the corners of his mouth even harder, and his mouth was crooked. He swore that it was the first time in his life that he had seen a person, and his wounds healed quickly!

Li Cunzhuo, who was originally quite calm, couldn't calm down in his heart, and the speed at which the demon repaired and healed his body was really shocking. He thinks he has a lot of experience, and what is happening in front of him makes him feel incredible!

"I really doubt you're human!" Li Cunxu stared at Mo Yunfan, killing intent rolling, but he still didn't mean to make a move. "You really deserve to die, but, as the elder of Yunshui Tianchi, I don't know how much stronger I am than you. If I kill you, others will say that I am a bully! In this way, as long as you can catch my three palms and still live, I will spare your dog's life!"

Hypocrisy! Mo Yunfan pursed his lips, his eyes full of contempt. Wei Tuozi is domineering and ruthless, he is blatantly bad, saying that he can't kill himself, his apprentice can't kill him, he himself is shameless, and he definitely doesn't make excuses.

The old guy in front of him obviously wanted to kill himself, and he also made a high-sounding excuse for himself.

Selling fame and fame, hypocrisy, is this the so-called famous and decent elders?

"Don't pretend, if you want to do it, come on! Besides, you may not be able to kill me!"

Mo Yunfan was arrogant, domineering, and iron-clad, without the slightest intention of retreating.

"It's arrogant enough, they all say that born calves are not afraid of tigers, which is very reasonable. Only ignorant people will not be afraid!" Li Cunxu sneered, his eyes staring at the world, domineering and aggressive, and a little fake.

"Ignorance, maybe!" Mo Yunfan burned with a strong battle intent, the unyielding will of the God of War, integrated into each of his divine thoughts, and the three hundred divine thoughts were boiling with blood, ready to attack at any time.

After his spirit was strong, he really wanted to try if he used them, he could defeat a powerful enemy of that level.

Undoubtedly, the Li Cun in front of him has become the touchstone of his soul.

"Don't think that with a powerful magic weapon, you can be lawless, this magic weapon will not play any role in me!"

Li Cunxu smiled solemnly, suddenly sharpened, and the cold light shot out of his eyes was like two swords.

The eighth-level martial sect is simply a high-rise building in front of the third-level martial generals. Such a martial sect can kill a third-level military general in seconds with a wave of his hand.

Boom, fist shadows flying, Li Cunxu didn't seem to move, but there were fist shadows all over him.

In the void, four images emerged.

His boxing technique is the terrifying wind, rain, thunder and lightning four-elephant fist.

The aura of the strong man of the Martial Sect seems to be able to merge into the heaven and earth, mobilizing the terrifying power of heaven and earth.

Just a punch was thrown, and it was a fist shadow flying in the sky, and the four elephants loomed in the air.

Tai Chi gives birth to two yi, two yi gives birth to four elephants, four elephants give birth to gossip, and the four elephants in the four elephants of wind, thunder, rain and electricity have the same meaning as the four elephants of the two yi sheng four elephants.

The so-called four elephants refer to the four sacred beasts of ancient times, the green dragon, the white tiger, the vermilion bird, and the Xuanwu.

With a punch, the heavens and the earth shook, the wind and thunder roared, and the lightning flashed and thundered.

Strong, domineering!

This is only the realm of the wind, rain, thunder and lightning four elephant fists, if it is a big success, this punch will be punched out of a hole every day.

The power of this punch was indeed terrifying, and it seriously affected Mo Yunfan's spiritual power, making him instantly feel that above his head, there were three spiritual mountains suppressing it.

The bracer on his wrist actually lost his divine power, and no matter how he drove it, he couldn't burst out with divine power.

Li Cun continued to control the opportunity, aggressive, and the terrifying fist intent had fallen ruthlessly.

"Die, it's definitely your honor to be able to die under my eighth-level Martial Sect!"

"It turns out that this is the power of the eighth-level Martial Sect, and it is really strong!"