If it was before today, the few Yinshan Marquis Mansion attendants present would not have looked at Mo Fengwu at all.

But after the battle in the gladiatorial arena just now, these people no longer dared to underestimate the woman in front of them.

So at this time, as soon as the person in charge made a move, he used ten successes.

In an instant, a sword swung down, and the blade of the sword came to Mo Fengwu's eyes in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, the powerful spiritual pressure of the three levels of Qi cultivation shrouded the surroundings like Mount Tai, making Mo Feng dance unable to move!

And seeing Mo Feng dancing and not moving, the person who was the leader suddenly felt happy.

Sure enough, waste is waste.

Even if it seems to be good, so what?

doesn't even have a spiritual root, so it's destined to be an ant!

The leader thought to himself, and his face immediately showed a look of pride. But just at the last moment, I heard a whisper, and suddenly came from my ears.

"Isn't it a little early to be happy?"

What the?

The leader was stunned for a moment, and then saw Mo Fengwu's beautiful eyes hidden under the grimace flashing like a starry vortex, and then punched him in the neck.

At a close distance, this punch was hard and accurate.

So much so that for a moment, I only heard a sound that made my scalp tingle. The leader's neck was like a broken branch in an instant, twisting into a terrifying arc.

With a muffled sound, his whole body slammed to the ground, and his breath was gone.

And at this time, Mo Fengwu was not much better.

Because there is no spiritual root, it is impossible to resist the powerful spiritual power. So in just a moment, the result of forcibly breaking through the opponent's spiritual pressure was that the entire right arm was fractured in multiple places and twisted into an arc!

But Mo Fengwu didn't seem to know the pain, so he only glanced at it casually, then picked up the long sword on the ground and held it in his left hand.

Then the tip of the sword was raised, pointing directly at the remaining retinue of the Yinshan Marquis Mansion, and his lips hooked to reveal a wanton smile.

"Well, today, no one ...... Don't want to run! ”|

The moment the words fell, Mo Fengwu instantly turned into a ghost and rushed straight over.

**

A quarter of an hour later, the battle finally ended.

There was a mess all around, and dead bodies were everywhere.

Only a slender figure stood in the center, covered in blood, but still with a straight waist.

Mo Fengwu held the sword in one hand and looked around to make sure that there was no more alive before throwing the long sword in his hand. At the same time, he took out a piece of broken silver from his bosom and threw it at the door of the courtyard.

"It's a little little, so let's do it, I owe you a favor!"

"Hehe, entrusted by Miss Mo, it is naturally my responsibility!"

The middle-aged man I met in the gladiatorial arena before didn't know how long he had been watching there. Hearing this, he responded with a smile, and then he didn't dislike it, bent down and picked up the broken silver, and put it in his arms.

However, Miss Mo seems to have misremembered. It's not one favor, it's two. ”

Mo Fengwu glanced at him, smiled softly, didn't say anything, and turned to leave.

And looking at the back of Mo Fengwu leaving, the middle-aged man was also smiling. After a moment, he beckoned, and then the subordinate behind him commanded:

"Go, clean up here. Also, get ready and close the market. ”

"Lockdown? Sir, we ......"

The man was stunned. You know, the closure of the bazaar means that the bazaar is completely invalid at the moment. And Shiliji is a place, they have been in business for several years. It's really ...... to suddenly close the market

But before the man could finish speaking, he saw the middle-aged man turn his head to look at him and said:

"Do as I say!"

"Uh, yes!"