Looking at the stunned day dive with a cold gaze, Mo Yichen raised his hand, twisted the blade away from the soul sword and sandwiched it between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and only with a little force, he heard a crisp sound of "click", and the slender (Mi Qing) thin sword body was immediately broken into two.

Looking at the damaged blade Soul Sword that slowly fell to the ground, Tian Qian was a little distressed and couldn't believe it, although his heart was surging and wanted to rush forward and beat the cold-blooded culprit who wanted to capture Mo Yifan and destroy his own sword.

However, he could only think at the moment, and his body was nailed to the spot as if it had roots under his feet, and he couldn't move at all.

"Who are you?" is this battle about to die, at least you should know who you died at, thinking of this, day Qian forced the inexplicable fear that was rare in his heart and asked sharply.

Squinted at him expressionlessly, Mo Yichen didn't mean to answer him at all, for some reason, the pair of dark gray eyes staring at him seemed to be like a strong wind rolling up a large area of cold wind and snow, obviously with deep disgust and hatred.

Without waiting for an answer, the day Qian, who was still standing in place, watched Mo Yichen as if he was going to flowing water with his peers, the movements of the whole person were extremely elegant and beautiful, and a slightly turned wrist A snow-white sword with a whole body like quenched snow and strong fairy power was lifted in Fang Cai's empty hand, followed by a cold light dazzling, and the tip of the sword pointed at himself.

It was clear that he was staring at the enemy in front of him without turning his eyes, but he couldn't even see it clearly, Mo Yichen had already reached the near side of the day dive, and after passing by him, seven blood holes in his chest instantly opened out in the shape of the Big Dipper, and the blood gushed out like a pillar like a flood that broke out of the embankment.

"What the hell is going on?"

Daydive suddenly felt that the whole mortal dust was quiet!

He didn't know what had happened in that moment, which was like a flash of lightning, or how he had been struck in the chest, and whether the sword had come from the front or from the left or from the left to the right.

He only felt a heart-rending pain throughout his chest, and gradually spread to his whole body, there was a gurgling sound in his ears, and the strength of his body seemed to be drained all of a sudden, and slowly his body that could not be supported by his legs slowly collapsed.

His gaze slowly moved down with the person who was seriously injured by himself, and Mo Yichen's dark gray eyes did not show the slightest emotional change, not even a trace of waves, as if what he had pierced with the sword before was not a flesh-and-blood body, but a piece of dead wood that had long been decayed, or a stone tablet that had long been weathered and broken.

"It's too weak. Mo Yichen didn't know when he flashed half a step, his eyes drooped slightly, and he said in a very magnetic (Xiaosheng) and lofty voice, "It's only worthy of falling to the ground." ”

"Brother, don't-"

Mo Yifan saw his brother's intentions, and shouted this sentence to stop it, but it was too late.

The white snow condensed into a general soul sword pierced through the back of the day diving, and stabbed out from the chest, Mo Yichen's movements were so fast that he couldn't even fall to the ground before all this was completed.

Of course, those who don't know may not believe it, but right here, in front of these people here and now, it really happened!

When the day dive finally stopped collapsing and fell down in a pool of blood, Mo Yichen's Soul Separation Sword had already been re-raised in his hand, and the snow-white blade was as clean as before, as if he had never licked blood.

Staring at the motionless day dive, Mo Yifan felt his heart like a knife, as if something warm poured out of his eyes, and when he slid over his cheeks, he was blown cold by the night wind. He knew that they were his own tears, and in order to prevent others from seeing any more branches, he quickly wiped them away.

The back of Mo Yichen in front of him was so terrible in Mo Yifan's eyes at this time, although he had always known that his brother had always been serious and unkind, but he had never seen him so heavy on anyone, if he continued like this, compared to himself, day diving would definitely die.

Besides, how high Mo Yichen's cultivation is, the person who knows it best is none other than Mo Yifan, but he has not met in just a few months, and his brother's cultivation seems to be even more unfathomable above the transformation realm.

Fang Cai, the first move in the day diving institute that formed the scar of the Big Dipper is called "Seven Star Evil", which is one of the swordsmanship of the sword immortal in the practice, and it is quite profound and difficult to learn, ordinary sword immortal Mo said which skillful it is used, that is, it takes a hundred and eighty years to learn, but at the beginning, Mo Yichen only took a short year to apply it skillfully, and it is therefore known as one of the most qualified people in this generation of sword immortals.

And the second move that runs through the day dive can't be called a formula in the fundamental sense, it's just a straightforward blow, and the purpose is to make the person in the middle of the sword lose the ability to resist.

However, Mo Yifan and Qi Lei, who had always kept their mouths shut on the side, only saw the silhouette of Mo Yichen putting his sword into the sheath, as for the Seven Stars and the Chest Piercing Sword, it happened when both of them were staring at it carefully but didn't notice it.

For some reason, Qi Lei, who clearly wanted to hide in the dead before the day, looked at the young man who was lying in a pool of blood that was still spreading and expanding, and he felt a little unbearable and unwilling in his heart. After how much tempering he went through to become the deputy sect master of the Zhen Sect, he thought that he could not be compared to the sect master Mo Yichen and could not be regarded as a master, however, today, this self who thought that he could not afford it, but he was not even a half-way monk who did not know that he had a sword soul from the soul sword, and he was almost invincible.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but gasp, fortunately, the sect master made a timely move for unknown reasons, if not, the consequences were unknown.

"Qi Lei-" Mo Yichen found that he was deep in thought, and the expression on his face was a little lost, so he looked sideways slightly, and said faintly, "What's wrong with you?"

Hearing him ask this, Qi Lei, who was already guilty and a little angry, immediately lowered his head and turned his face away, and muttered in a very small voice that was slightly lacking in confidence: "No, nothing, I just think that he is still an immortal sect master!"

"Don't think about it. Mo Yichen retracted his gaze, still calm but extremely serious, and said, "Since you became the deputy sect master of the Zhen Sect, I have often stood by and watched the battle, but do you know that if you haven't made a move for too long, it's me, and I'm afraid that my bones will stiffen!"

With that, he pointed to the sleeves of his wide, white robe and turned to leave.

"Day Diving—"

finally came back to his senses from the trance, at this time, Mo Yifan only had the day dive who fell to the ground in his eyes, he didn't care about his identity, he didn't care about the situation, and he didn't care about the danger, he only cared about the life and death of the day dive, and just wanted to save people immediately.

Sensing his actions, Mo Yichen stopped his steps, and a pure white fairy aura faintly gathered in his palm.

"Sect Master, let me come!"

Seeing this, Qi Lei knew that something was wrong, and if he was hit by this blow, he would be hit hard. So, in order to protect Mo Yifan, he took the lead in rushing out of the cloud, and grabbed Mo Yifan's arms with both hands to prevent him from moving forward.

The action was too fast and hit his arms, Mo Yifan was unwilling to be stopped, struggled desperately, and shouted in a low voice: "Qi Lei, you get out of the way for me!"

"Second son-" Seeing that the person in his arms was about to break free, Qi Lei was ruthless in his heart, raised his hand to strangle his neck and pressed him against the wall, shouting loudly, "How can you still survive after the two tricks of the sect master, that mortal is already dead, you don't want to be obsessed with a dead person and add to your sin!"

clasped his wrist tightly, Mo Yifan's dark eyes, which had already burst into tears, were full of stubbornness and anger.

"If it weren't for me, how would he have ended up like this?" Mo Yifan asked coldly, "Can't I even go over and look at him?"

"You-"

"Yifan, you insist on this, but is it because of him?"

Before Qi Lei's words could be finished, he was coldly interrupted by Mo Yichen, who was standing beside Tian Qian at some point.

"Brother, I-"

The "he" in Mo Yichen's mouth may not have been known to others, but it poked Mo Yifan's heart directly, directly making him stand in place speechless and frightened.

"Mo Yifan-" Tian Qian, who was lying in a pool of blood, suddenly said in a very contemptuous tone, "Put away your disgusting tears, and cry when I die!"

"You-"

Mo Yifan subconsciously wiped the corners of his eyes, and broke free from Qi Lei's shackles with all his might, and before he could scold his words, he saw the next scene and instantly felt a chill rise from his back.

I saw that the day dive slowly raised his head, and the long silver hair stained red by blood was stuck to his face indiscriminately, but it should have been an embarrassed appearance, but because of the uninhibited smile on his face, he looked particularly imposing.

didn't even bother to look at him, Mo Yichen (Gu Yao) moved away again, but found that at some point, there was a bloodstained hand tightly on the hem of his wide white clothes, and the owner of that hand was the day dive who was almost killed by him.

"Let go. ”

Seeing that he was being pulled, he stopped his steps again and stood still, and while he lightly spit out these two words, the strong immortal power "soared" up, and even rolled up an inexplicable cold wind on the ground.

"Is this kid human?"

Qi Lei's surprise was no less than Mo Yifan's, thinking that he had followed the sect master Mo Yichen for many years, and he had never seen him miss his hand, so the two blows were replaced by his own Qi Zhong Yi was afraid that he had already lost his breath, and the young man in front of him not only had a breath left, but also had the strength to grab the hem of his clothes.

Where would he care what he thought, he grabbed the hem of Mo Yichen's clothes with all his strength, and sneered: "I'm not dead yet, who allowed you to leave?"