"You two listen to me, hurry up and leave, one can go!" Yun Yi said anxiously in the rear.

"Chief, don't worry, we will definitely take you away!" Nangong's words were sonorous and powerful, just like an oath.

"I'm already old, and I won't be able to live long even if I leave! And you are all pillars of talent, and the future is promising, how can you lose your life for someone who is about to die?" Yun Yi suddenly burst into tears, and sighed to the sky: "It's all my fault, I thought this trip was easy, but I didn't want to ......"

"Chief, you won't die, and neither will we!"

"Yo, it's really moving! But what...... You're all going to die!"

"Fucking bullshit!" Nangong Jue scolded directly, and slashed at Zhao Qingfeng.

"What a gut!" Zhao Qingfeng said coldly after dodging: "You dare to do it to me!"

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Lao Tzu will not only move you, but also kill you!" Nangong Jue pointed at Zhao Qingfeng.

"Zhao Qingfeng!" Mo Wen said in a sudden cold voice.

"How do you know?" Zhao Qingfeng's heart jumped, but he quickly calmed down and asked Mo Mo.

"Rebel thief, you will know the smell as soon as you smell it!" Mo asked the mocking knife, but he was not lying, he was indeed judging from the aura on Zhao Qingfeng's body.

"Who are you scolding for being a thief?" Zhao Qingfeng was annoyed, although he couldn't help himself and had no way back, he also hated it when others called him so.

"Qingfeng, you're talking too much!" The black-robed man said lightly, if anyone could see his face, they would find that he had a chill on his face at this time: "Fight quickly, so as not to have too many dreams at night!"

The appearance of Mo Wen and the others made him feel uneasy, who knows if there will be a few bull ghosts and snake gods who will pop up to fight against them?

"I know! Mo Wen, today is your death date!" Zhao Qingfeng said and rushed directly towards Mo Wen, he wanted to be ashamed!

"If your subordinates are defeated, you will never win again in your life!" Mo Wen raised the nameless sword, struck the sword sideways, and slapped it, and the thunder and fire on it surged.

Zhao Qingfeng faintly felt a threat, but he didn't retreat, he wanted to defeat Mo Wen from the front and cut off the demons with overwhelming means!

Claw and sword strike!

Zhao Qingfeng kept retreating, scorched smoke came out of his hands, and even blood pus appeared! He was incredulous and unwilling to accept it, he looked at Mo Wen in horror, only to hear Mo Wen say: "You will always be a clown who jumps off the beam, you know?"

He was about to refute, but saw Mo Wen turn his head, look at the black-robed grandmaster, and ignore him again.

"You!" Zhao Qingfeng roared!

He rushed towards Mo Wen again, the wind gusting in his hand, and there was a faint sound of whistling.

It was he who passed on the master's mastery - Yin Wind Howling Ghost Claw!

People are killed, and the world is turned upside down!

Under the extreme anger, the incomplete Heavenly Spirit Fruit aura in Zhao Qingfeng's body instantly dissolved and merged into his body.

His speed increased suddenly, and bursts of yin mist suddenly appeared in his claws, and the Yin Wind Howling Ghost Claws were instantly completed!

Mo Wen underestimated the enemy, so he had to hurriedly block with his sword, but he was repelled by Yu Li and staggered.

Zhao Qingfeng was unforgiving, and rushed in front of Mo Wen, he wanted to make a combo!

The mist in his hand kept pouring out, almost enveloping Zhao Qingfeng's whole person.

This is the essence of the Howling Ghost Claw!

Under the mist, the strength of the whole person will be greatly improved, like a buff on the body.

As long as it hits the opponent, this mist will attach to the opponent's body, invade the opponent's body, corrode the energy in his body, reduce his physical strength, and finally turn into a puddle of pus and blood and die!

Zila!

Mo Wen was caught, and there was a mist on the mouth, and it couldn't be dispersed!

Seeing this, Zhao Qingfeng stopped, and said with a smile: "Don't ask, do you feel the spiritual power of your whole body vibrating now, and your body is gradually losing strength?"

"You talk a lot of nonsense!" Mo Wen said and rushed directly towards Zhao Qingfeng.

Zhao Qingfeng kept dodging, and continued to say: "Tell you, this Yin Wind Howling Ghost Claw is my master's master-level master, and your body will gradually corrode, and then turn into a pool of pus and blood!"

He wanted to see Mo Wen die in fear so that he could heal his bruised heart!

"And then?"

"You...... You're not afraid?"

"Are you kidding?"

Mo asked and smiled, is this Zhao Qingfeng naïve or brain-dead?

It's a life-and-death battle!

Moreover, he really didn't feel the spiritual power shock that Zhao Qingfeng said, as soon as that yin mist entered his body, he was directly converted into energy by the heart sword, this guy was sure that he was not bluffing?

"Don't ask, your mouth is really as hard as ever!" Zhao Qingfeng stopped saying more after speaking, and attacked Mo Wen with all his might.

The three black-robed people next to him surrounded Nangong Jue: "Boy, you better tie up your hands and arrest it!"

"It's up to you? Your lord has to kneel down for me when he comes!" Nangong is absolutely imposing, even if he is not weaker than others.

"Bold, dare to humiliate the lord, the crime should be punished!" When the three of them heard Nangong Jue's words, they were furious, and the black robe was windless.

They gathered all their strength to quickly take down the people who spoke wild words in front of them!

A grandmaster, although he is not a king, but with two Five Qi Dynasty Yuan, it is enough to win Nangong Jue, even if he is a king, it is more than enough, not to mention, can a mere Five Qi Dynasty Yuan be a king?

The answer is yes!

If the enemy moves, I will move first!

Nangong made a preemptive strike, the persimmon was softly pinched, his body was rioting, and he slashed at the two people behind him.

The two of them suddenly felt a momentum rushing towards them, and instinctively dodged.

Nangong Jue crossed the two of them with one arm, and then turned around, his face was domineering and cold.

"Ahh

"King?" The A-level black-robed man couldn't help but ask, the general trend just now came to his face, and he felt it very clearly, very much like the will of martial arts.

"Exactly!" Nangong shouted: "Why don't you quickly bow down to the ground?"

"Then you can't be left behind!" the Grandmaster black-robed man snorted, and the soft sword in his hand danced towards Nangong Jue like a spiritual snake.

Nangong Juemo Blood Knife is extremely heavy, and he is also on the road of tyrant sword, and now he encounters a black-robed man with an elegant body and flexible attack, which is difficult to parry for a while, coupled with the lack of cultivation, he is defeated and retreated.

"Bang!" At this moment, Mo Wen swept Zhao Qingfeng away with a sword, and the Dao sword qi was thrown out immediately, and Zhao Qingfeng was injured and injured, and he was covered in blood.

"Fight me, you're killing yourself!"

He stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Qingfeng. The Heart Sword operates directly, absorbing the Yin mist on its body.

He had consumed too much spiritual power before, and Zhao Qingfeng's yin mist could just make up for it!

"What are you doing, why is my strength fading, you let go!" Zhao Qingfeng struggled hard, but it was useless, feeling the spiritual power gradually lost in his body, he felt a burst of despair in his heart.

Suddenly, he glanced at something out of the corner of his eye, and immediately shouted: "Master, save me!"

"Hmph, there is not enough success, there is more than failure!" Master Zhao Qingfeng snorted coldly, but ignored Zhao Qingfeng and continued to attack the driver.

"See, your master doesn't care if you live or die!" Mo Wen sneered.

Zhao Qingfeng's face suddenly became cloudy, and he listened to Mo Wen and continued: "This is a man, to do your part, it is better to find a piece of tofu and kill you, but well, you let go a little now, let me have a good time, and it can be regarded as a contribution to the country, how about it?"

"You suck it!" Zhao Qingfeng really gave up resistance, let Mo Wen suck it, and after a while, Mo Wen absorbed the mist, and he casually threw Zhao Qingfeng, who was soft like a mess of mud, to the ground.

But he looked at the avenue behind him, where a powerful energy wave was rushing towards him.

Who will it be?

That energy moved very quickly, and after only three breaths, it reached Mo Wen's eyes.

I saw that his clothes were tattered and bleeding all over, but his whole body exuded a cold killing intent, and his eyes were blazing, piercing people's hearts like sharp swords.

Don't ask to take a look, I am happy in my heart, this person is wearing a Tang costume, and he is a grandmaster, there is no doubt that it is Meng Tianzheng!

"Xiao Zhan, I'm here to help you!" Meng Tianzheng's gaze swept around, and he quickly made a judgment on the form and supported the driver!

Baji Fist unfolded, forcing Zhao Qingfeng's master back, and the two confronted each other, but they didn't dare to move first.

The driver was less stressed by a king, and began to become more comfortable.

Seeing this, Mo Wen hurriedly supported Nangong Jue.

At this time, the aura in Mo Wen's body had recovered most of it, and it was vast and majestic, and he repelled the A-level black-robed man with a single sword, and the sword slashed the galaxy and took it away, almost killing in seconds.

There was no interference with one sword and one sword at this time, facing the black-robed man of the grandmaster, and the swords roared in unison, and there was a great momentum to press the other party.

"Even if he is a king, he will look pale and powerless in the face of the realm gap!" The Grandmaster's black-robed man's whole body burst out with spiritual power, and his body broke through the sound barrier, turning into light and shadow.

This is extremely fast, Mo Wen and the two of them can't even catch their figures, plus the path of the middle-aged grandmaster is already agile and elegant.

The two could only go back to back, and hurriedly blocked when the soft sword struck.

"Burst out with all your will and limit his speed!" Nangong Jue said in a deep voice, and then the sword intent was overwhelming, suppressing the space.

Mo Wen heard Nangong Jue's words, and nodded as he did.

The black-robed man of the Grandmaster was moving extremely fast, and suddenly felt that the air was full of sharp edges, and at the speed of breaking the sound barrier, his flesh was actually cut, and he had to slow down until he felt no more pain.

"It's worthy of being a king-level genius, a good means!, but even if I don't have absolute speed, I can suppress you with my strength!" The black-robed man of the Grandmaster seemed to be a little annoyed, condensed the spiritual power of his whole body, and attacked the two of them, he was going to win or lose with one blow.

"Sword slashes the galaxy!"

"No regrets!"

"Bang!" Under the impact of powerful spiritual power, both sides flew out at the same time and collapsed to the ground.

......

On the other side, Zhao Qingfeng's master was covered in black mist, this was the realm of the consummation of the Yin Wind Howling Ghost Claw!

Even though Meng Tianzheng's Baji Fist has the tendency to become more and more courageous, after all, because of the excessive consumption before, he was seized by the black-robed man and grabbed it in his chest with one claw, and when he reacted, he was hit dozens of meters away by a kick.

"It's time to finish!" Master Zhao Qingfeng turned his head to look at Xiao Zhan, who was fighting hard, and quickly unfolded and grabbed it with one claw.

Xiao Zhan was exhausted at this time, and he couldn't hide at all, and a bloody scratch appeared on his back.

"Shall we die today?" said someone in despair.

"I'm sure Vice Ling will arrive!"

"The horse leather shroud is the destination, but I am afraid that it is ......" someone stared at the opponent with his eyes, he wanted to give his hometown a look, but if the gaze could kill......

"It's time to finish!" an old voice came.

When everyone saw it, it was an old man wearing a hat, and the sword in his hand was dripping blood......

"Watanabe Daochuan!"

Could it be that Ling Yuntian ......