Hold the sword in your hand.

It's as if he holds the whole world.

How long has it been since this felt?

......

Everyone stared at Mo Wen closely, but no one acted rashly.

Because no one knows how strong the boy in front of him is.

They are waiting, waiting for someone who dares to make a move.

But no matter whether anyone strikes first, Mo Wen can't escape their eyes.

Unless he shocks the world with his ruthless killings, so that the world will not dare to offend.

"It's you!"

At this moment, a voice came into Mo Wen's ears, and it also grabbed everyone's attention.

When he turned his head, it was Murong Qianfan.

This person still has an impression when he asks.

At that time, the opponent sealed himself into a ball with a spell and was kicked off the hill by himself.

Now we meet again.

I only heard him continue: "You dare to stand here and surface even a king? Don't you know that the era of kings has passed? Now is the era of the king of kings!"

Murong Qianfan was full of momentum, with a proud face, and he had the meaning of looking at the common people.

He is now the king of kings!

He's going to be ashamed of this!

Incidentally...... Take the Sword Immortal Inheritance!

"Wow! It's Murong Qianfan, is this king of kings going to take the lead?"

Everyone was amazed, and their eyes flashed with anticipation.

Chance is for the strong.

Their own strength is insufficient to snatch the opportunity, and they will naturally be unwilling to let the equally weak person get the opportunity.

They love to hear about it!

"Who am I, it turns out to be you bastard!" Mo Wen gave him a meaningful smile.

The crowd laughed too.

"You!" Murong Qianfan's face darkened. A cold gaze swept around.

Everyone was so frightened that they quickly put away their smiles.

They didn't ask Mo Wen, they didn't have the courage to provoke Murong Qianfan.

Murong Qianfan was about to explode at this time.

People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong.

The black history of being kicked as a ball by others was naturally exposed.

Now, don't ask a word of bastard......

He remembered it instantly.

And he actually felt inexplicably that Mo Wen said something appropriate!

This is simply unforgivable!

He shouted coldly, "Where are the disciples of the Yuehua Sect?"

"I've seen Senior Brother!" a neat voice replied loudly.

"Take this man down with me!

"Yes!"

Although he was angry, he did not lose his mind.

No one can guarantee whether Mo Wen is the king of kings, and if he has more strength, he will have more security.

Seeing this, the onlookers hurriedly retreated a few feet, leaving the venue to both sides.

And they ...... is responsible for watching the play from a distance!

A series of moon-white figures walked out of the crowd, about a dozen people.

They cooperated with Murong Qianfan to surround Mo Wen and the three of them, and their breath was emanating and pressing on the three of them, with a tendency of not leaking.

Murong Qianfan immediately sneered.

Today, this person can't escape!

He pinched a strange handprint in his hand, on which a faint dark green light flickered.

As soon as the people of the Yuehua Sect saw this handprint, they also followed suit.

Trapped Wood Prison Dragon Formation!

Suddenly, a towering tree rose from the ground, and countless vines were derived, sweeping towards the three of them.

"Crooked ways!" Mo asked softly.

He held the Star Sword Fetus, and his figure soared into the sky.

Brush Brush Brush!

There was a dance in his hand, and the verdant vines were instantly cut off and fell to the ground.

But......

Even if the vine was broken, it was still beating, rolling towards Mo Wen's body, and the sharp thorns it showed seemed to be able to see a little cold light.

"Carving insect skills!" Mo Wen's heart moved, and the power of the sun transformed.

Polar Yang Earthquake First Pose, Flame Pose.

A raging fire instantly ignited around him, and all the vines were burned to ashes and reduced to nothingness.

"This is handsome!" Silver Dust exclaimed.

After saying that, he also did it, not to be left behind.

With the eight-foot spear in hand, the spear domain spread out, piercing through the vine barrier and smashing towards Murong Qianfan.

Fight, you have to fight the strongest!

Murong Qianfan and the others also reacted extremely quickly, and quickly turned their attack on Mo Wen into a defense against Yinchen.

Another towering tree rose from the ground and was in front of Murong Qianfan.

But the silver dust spear castrated non-stop, and there was a determination to break through.

The spear slammed into the tree.

Bang!

A hole had been smashed into the tree, about two feet deep, but it was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Only ten seconds later, the tree was intact.

The vines in the canopy of the trees stretched out like silver dust.

The corners of Yinchen's mouth curled.

The space condenses and turns into a wall of ice, freezing the vines inside and isolating them from the outside.

The fire burned in the sky, and the vines turned into ashes.

A wave of offensive retreated, and Silver Dust did not pause in the slightest.

Wrapped in flames, wielding a spear in his hand.

Since Murong Qianfan is still a little troublesome for the time being, then attack the others first, and then it's not too late to clean him up!

He struck a man next to him, and a large tree rose in front of him.

With disdain in his eyes, he turned his attention to the others.

I'd like to see if it's your speed at which you can condense the tree, or if it's the speed at which I attack with silver dust!

"It's not good, stop him!" the people of Yuehua Sect were shocked, and the mark in their hands kept changing.

Countless vines have sprung up out of thin air, trying to block the path of Silver Dust, and even ...... Kill it.

But this is useless!

The silver dust was surrounded by ice and fire, and countless vines were shattered and flying ashes.

He rushed straight for the nearest person.

"Up!" the others quickly changed their handprints and gulped.

A big tree rose from the ground again, narrowly blocking the silver dust.

Just as they were preparing for the next tree.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Not good!"

The tree that was first used to attack Mo Wen was cut off.

Its rhizomes were scorched in the flames, its vitality burned to the bottom, and puffs of smoke rose from the space.

He stood on top of a tree stump with two swords in hand.

His eyes were filled with fierce sword intent, and he looked at everyone, stinging their eyes and pressing their hearts.

At this moment, he is like a king in the dust.

His body was in turmoil, and he was split between the ends of the silver dust.

Two kings of kings shot at the same time.

There is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to stop it!

Rumble!

The formation was knocked away, and the formation was broken.

"Could it be that the people of the Yuehua Sect have been defeated like this?"

Isn't this trapped wood cage array known as the king of kings who can also be trapped to death?

How did you get here and be so vulnerable?

It's a pity that they haven't realized that these are two kings of kings.

It's still the top one.

What's more, there is a quiet beautiful man watching from the side!

Tian Mo stood aside.

He didn't move the whole time.

He felt more and more that following the two of them was the right choice.

Hahaha!

The day of soaring is coming!

......

Murong Qianfan and the others struggled to get up from the ground.

"Senior brother, the opponent is difficult, what should we do?" A disciple endured the pain in his chest and asked Murong Qianfan for advice.

Murong Qianfan frowned, thinking about it in his heart.

If he is alone, he will definitely not be cowardly.

After all, he has the magic skill of saving his life.

But the problem is.

Now there is a group of brothers and sisters beside him.

How can you abandon it?