It's almost overflowing.

"Well, I won't let them go!" The night is like a song and said in a deep voice, secretly determined.

Under the infection of the two senior sisters, many female disciples of Hongyan Pavilion gritted their teeth with hatred.

The knife-like gaze swept towards the stands of the Hinawa Pavilion frequently.

If the eyes could kill, Zi Qianmo, Su Jiujiu, and Yu Zhujun would have been poked into a sieve a long time ago, and they were afraid that they would collapse.

The spectator game has begun.

The weapon of the Lord of the Red Pavilion's Yanxin is a red Ayaluo, which is one zhang long.

As soon as it was pulled out, the sky was full of red ayara shadows, intertwined.

seems to be weak, but in fact, it is taking the road of overcoming rigidity with softness.

"Diao Chan worships the moon!"

A low snort.

As soon as the Hongyan Pavilion Lord came up, he used a trick to become famous.

The red ayara was tumbling, in mid-air, gradually condensing into the shape of a red moon, and the quiet glow contained infinite killing opportunities.

Jun Yanxin danced under the red moon.

It's like she's a sable cicada.

The next moment.

Countless red lights and shadows, there were hundreds, like hundreds of palm-sized red moons, spinning, cutting, and frantically attacking in the direction of Mo Yan.

Not to mention hundreds.

Ordinary people, if they are cut by one of the red moons, they are afraid that they will be seriously injured, and if they break their arms and legs, they will be light.

The spiritual power carried on the red moon seems to be in the Great Perfection Realm of the Innate Stage, but in fact it already has the power of the Purple Mansion Stage. When it comes to actual combat, you must not take it lightly.

Mo Yan stood in place, black-clothed and fierce, windless and automatic.

The tall body is like a pine.

He didn't even draw his sword.

Because, there is no need.

He is already in the upper realm of the Purple Mansion Period, which is much higher than the realm of Jun Yanxin. Jun Yanxin's seemingly gorgeous and lethal move, in his eyes, was just a flashy gadget.

Mo Yan incarnated as Xuan Lei.

Like a thunderbolt, it comes and goes without a trace.

The superb figure, not to mention the students and disciples in the audience seat, even the Hongyan Pavilion Lord Jun Yanxin himself, could not capture it at all, and could only see an afterimage.

"This ......"

Jun Yanxin was completely stunned.

As soon as she came up, she used a trick, because she didn't want to lose too ugly, at least this watching the game, saving a little face.

But the truth is far beyond her expectations!

Mo Yan's cultivation is too high! The body is too strong! The hundreds of red moon attacks released by Diao Chan's moon worship couldn't get close to him at all.

That's right!

Didn't touch any of them!

Not to mention Mo Yan's flesh and blood body, he can't even touch a corner of his clothes!

Hundreds of red moons, all of them were empty, and they fell on the arena with a sigh, beating up a piece of gravel and rolling, and smiling with strength.

Dust from rubble rises.

mixed with the red rhombic in the sky, almost all the sight was hidden.

One second, two seconds, five seconds.

After five seconds, the smoke gradually settled, and visibility returned.

However, a shocking scene appeared-

Mo Yan, whose body is like electricity, can't be caught at all, has already appeared as an entity at this moment.

Just like a movie, it suddenly appeared in front of Jun Yanxin's eyes.

One leg lift.

A leg whip.

The leg whip rubbed against the air, and even the arc flickered faintly, sizzling and rattling.

Jun Yan's heart was hit.

Her knees were swept by Mo Yan's leg whip, and her knees made a crisp "clattering" sound, as if the joint was broken and broken.

"Ahhhh