Dozens of disciples of the Iron Sword Sect rushed up with great momentum and surrounded Mo Shaofeng and the others.

"What are you going to do?" Luo Shiqiu held the red silk in his hand and became nervous.

A martial artist unsheathed his sword and said coldly: "Mo Shaofeng, you dog, do you still recognize me?"

Mo Shaofeng smiled and said, "I don't have a good memory, I don't remember who you are." ”

"I'm Wu Dahan, and I was injured by you before. ”

"Ah! It turned out to be Senior Brother Wu, disrespectful and disrespectful. Last time, I let you go, you should thank me for not killing, why did you come to send you to death?" Mo Shaofeng looked cold.

"Mo Shaofeng, what are you awesome, last time, I was defeated by your sneak attack, this time, it's different, I found a helper. Wu Dahan has a backer and has become fearless.

"Your helper is this garbage. Mo Shaofeng stretched out his hand and pointed with an arrogant attitude.

Wu Dahan snorted coldly: "Mo Shaofeng, what are you pretending to be." These helpers I invited are all first-class masters of the Iron Sword Gate. ”

"This Senior Brother Liu's Sevenfold Heavenly Skill, this Senior Brother Huang's Eightfold Heavenly Skill, and these senior brothers are all masters of the Sixth Heaven and Fifth Heaven, and any one of them can torture and kill you. ”

"Okay, since you're so awesome, let's go together. I'm a big-hearted person who doesn't mind bullying more with less. Mo Shaofeng raised his face, and his arrogant attitude and tone angered a group of martial artists.

The disciples of the Iron Sword Sect were furious and scolded.

"Mo Shaofeng, you dog mongrel, pretending to be a trafficker, arrogant or something, you will be beaten all over the ground looking for teeth. ”

"Mo Shaofeng, if you are a man, you will be alone with Lao Tzu. ”

"Mo Shaofeng, I'm going to you immortal board. ”

When Mo Shaofeng heard these foul words, he was not angry, and laughed: "A group of dogs will only bark, and grandpa will slaughter and roast you all later." ”

"Mo Shaofeng, I'm going to kill you with a sword. Wu Dahan's face turned pale, roared angrily, and rushed forward. The sword in his hand conjured up five sword rays, and in an instant, it stabbed in front of the enemy.

The twelve styles of swordsmanship, Wu Dahan showed it, and the momentum was like a shock, fast as lightning.

Mo Shaofeng concentrated his energy, and with one move of the Killing God Fist, he shattered the five sword rays, and then, rushing up, hit the opponent's head with a punch, and then, a flying kick.

Wu Dahan had a nosebleed, hit his head on a tree, and fainted.

"Defeat Senior Brother Wu in two moves, this kid is against the sky!"

"Senior Brother Wu, but the strength of the Sixth Heaven is actually vulnerable. ”

"This kid is only the skill of the Fifth Heaven, why can he easily beat the martial artist of the Sixth Heaven?"

A group of disciples of the Iron Sword Sect were talking, all of them unable to believe what was happening in front of them.

Luo Shiqiu stood aside, shocked, Mo Shaofeng was just a bastard and waiting for death, and now he has become so powerful.

Luo Shiqiu was ashamed of his previous behavior, and always thought that he was a mud that couldn't support the wall, and he was a waste, but now he realized that he was wrong. He is not a waste, but a rare genius of eternity.

Mo Shaofeng stretched out his little thumb and said contemptuously: "Who of you is not convinced, come over and let Young Master Ben practice his fists and feet." ”

The two Sixfold Heaven martial artists glanced at each other, brandished their swords, and attacked. The sword was extremely powerful, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, and it instantly arrived in front of him.

Mo Shaofeng's face changed, he took a few steps back, and then burst out with the fifth form of the God Killing Fist. Two blue fists rushed out, destroying the sword and sending the two warriors flying.

Mo Shaofeng clapped his hands and sneered: "Your senior brother of the Iron Sword Sect, why didn't Qi Feng come." Young Master Ben's bubble of boy urine had already been prepared for him. ”

"Mo Shaofeng, what's so great about you, you actually dare to humiliate our senior brother. ”

"Our senior brother, the magic is amazing, one finger can pinch you to death. ”

The disciples of the Iron Sword Sect looked angry and fierce, and scolded as soon as they opened their mouths.

Mo Shaofeng sneered: "That little boy in Qifeng was once beaten all over the ground by Lao Tzu in the cave, you don't know. ”

"Nonsense, our senior brother is noble, how can he do anything with garbage like you. ”

"If you don't believe me, let Qifeng come to me, and I promise not to torture him. "Mo Shaofeng fought with Qi Feng, the senior brother of the Iron Sword Gate, in the mausoleum of the ancestor of the Emperor of the People, and suffered a big loss.

At that time, Mo Shaofeng was the martial artist of Yizhongtian, and the other party was Wuzun, the gap was too big, and there was no hope of winning at all. If it weren't for the bones of the Decepticon, which protected Mo Shaofeng, it is estimated that he would have been crippled by Qifeng.

Mo Shaofeng has two enemies, one is Qi Feng, and the other is Lin Tianhao of Tianyun Sect. Both of them are martial artists and have strong strength, and if Mo Shaofeng wants to defeat them, he needs time to improve his skills.

A martial artist of the Iron Sword Gate snorted coldly: "Senior Brother practiced in the retreat of the Master Gate, and did not come to the Black Hell Forest. If you really have the ability, go to the Iron Sword Gate and compete with my senior brother. ”

"Your idea is good, another day I have time, so I'll go to the Iron Sword Gate to play, and let that little girl from Qifeng bring me tea and water. "Mo Shaofeng insulted the senior brother of the Iron Sword Gate, angering a group of martial artists.

"Brothers, don't talk to him, we are outnumbered, and we will slaughter him together. ”

"Well, bullying less with more is also a good strategy to control the enemy. ”

A group of warriors were majestic and high-spirited, wielding their swords and killing them. For a time, the sword light and sword shadows, and the shouting of killing were deafening.

Luo Shiqiu watched the battle for a while and found that a group of martial artists besieged Mo Shaofeng, but instead of taking advantage of it, they were suppressed.

Mo Shaofeng used the Killing God Fist to fight against a group of martial artists, and he was able to gain the upper hand.

A fiery dragon soared into the sky and crashed into the flight of three martial artists. A purple fist rushed out, destroying a sword and sending a martial artist flying.

The flaming palms struck out in succession, seriously injuring three samurai.

"Cloth the Ten Square Sword Formation!" someone shouted, and immediately, more than a dozen martial artists began to set up the formation.

What Mo Shaofeng was most worried about was the formation of the Iron Sword Gate, the last time the Seven Star Sword Formation almost killed himself, thanks to the help of the sealing artifact, this broke the sword formation.

Now, the martial artists of the Iron Sword Gate, in order to deal with Mo Shaofeng, have used a new sword formation.

Mo Shaofeng glanced at it and found that a group of martial artists began to stack Arhats. The two people below, the one above stepped on their shoulders, and the group of three people, a total of four groups, surrounded Mo Shaofeng.

The ten-square sword formation of the Iron Sword Gate has been improved so that the number of people can be increased freely. Originally, the Ten Directions Sword Formation was composed of ten people together, but after improvement, the number of people has changed, and the power has become stronger.

The formation of the ten-sided sword formation caused huge pressure on Mo Shaofeng.

The twelve martial artists had cold faces, held their swords in one hand, and attacked together. The four martial artists standing on it flew up, and the swords in their hands stabbed at the enemy's body from four directions.

The four swords flashed with cold light, and in an instant, they were in front of them.

Mo Shaofeng's face did not change color, and the light in his hand converged, forming a three-foot sword, rising into the sky. The shining sword swung out, blocking the siege of the four sharp swords.

At the critical moment, a flash of light flashed in the sky, and a giant sword appeared, which was like thunder and stabbed down. This giant sword is five meters long and extremely sharp, and it is dangerous if it hits the body.

At the moment of life and death, Mo Shaofeng fell, trying to avoid the piercing of the giant sword, and at this moment, a group of martial artists appeared below, raising their swords and blocking the way out.

Mo Shaofeng was surrounded on all sides, there was no way to retreat, and it was already the most dangerous moment.

(End of chapter)