The Mo family exercises power, one relies on the Juzi Order to express orthodox righteousness, and the other relies on the magic soldier Wufeng Mo Mei in the hands of the Juzi to control the Mo family warriors in the world.

At this time, the long-standing independent Zhao Mo Pavilion was bound to behead Yuanzong under the sword for this Juzi Order, which represented the orthodoxy of the Mo family, which was something that Zhao Mo's several generations of pavilion owners longed for.

Speaking of which, these divided inns are indeed similar to Yuanzong's beliefs, all of them want to help a country unify the world and end this era of war, no wonder Yuanzong wants to break the internal deadlock of the Mo family and find allies to find them.

It's a pity that the Mo family has accused them of being rebellious for too long, and it has become their heart disease for a long time, obviously the doctrine of the same school, the Mo family can participate in the hundred schools of speech every fifty years in the Jixia School Palace, and become the world's prominent learning, but they can only watch with their eyes, the more glorious the Mo family is, the more it stings them who are separated.

So when Yuan Zong said his intention and revealed his Juzi Order, Yan Ping didn't want to order him to kill him and seize the Juzi Order, as long as it could start Zhao Mo's orthodox status, the Mo family could no longer ignore it, this was something that Zhao Mo had been looking forward to for many years.

Yan Ping, who closed his eyes and recuperated, heard the noise inside and outside the field, knew that Yuanzong had arrived, opened a pair of eyes with divine light and restraint, and faced Yuanzong who was walking slowly without deliberately looking for it.

Yuanzong crossed the wall without hurrying, and the people around him only felt as if they were separated by an invisible wall, and the people in the inner audience who knew martial arts were all amazed, worthy of being a rare master in the Xianxue Mo family, and this hand was at least the top figure among the great grandmasters.

Yan Ping's gaze swept over, Yuan Zong had both senses, and he didn't expect that Yan Ping would actually have a breakthrough after the last encounter in this short period of time, and he didn't know whether it was because the heart of this great order was too strong, or if there was another adventure.

However, since the two parties have embarked on this life-and-death competition, naturally there is no superfluous words, and all words have no effect, after all, even if it is the performance of the hundred schools of the Jixia School Palace, in the end, it still depends on who has a deep background and a big fist, and only then does it decide to show the world.

Yuanzong did not stop and Yan Ping's eyes met for a flash, and first walked up to the competition platform in front of King Zhao's palace, and bowed slightly to Zhao ****, who was standing on the competition platform, and then held his sword in his chest and waited for the battle to start.

At this time, Zhao Mu, who completely lost the first game, was an ambitious person in the end, and he recovered quickly, but in his heart, Xiang Shaolong had been faintly marked on the list of deaths, seeing that this battle between the Mo family was about to be staged, he was a spy sent by the Chu State, and he didn't want to let Zhao Guo give the Mo family such a big favor in vain, and couldn't help but say out loud: "The two gentlemen are rare masters, wouldn't it be a pity to do this life-and-death duel, and it is a pity in this world to hurt anyone." ”

"It's better for Xiaohou to do it, it's good for the two parties to talk about it as much as possible, Xiao Ke has also heard of the Juzi Order, isn't the Yan Pavilion Master just going to be an orthodox and righteous person, I don't think it's better to be in charge of the Juzi Order together?" Before the words fell, a behemoth sword aura swept through Zhao Mu's ears, directly cutting the screen behind him in half, and also made Zhao Mu, who still had words, stop abruptly, and cold sweat slowly fell from his sideburns.

"Noise!" With an indifferent word, Yan Ping silently put away his sword and returned it to its sheath, lifted the iron sword and walked towards the ring of the competition.

Zhao Mu's face was blue and white for a while, standing in place and not knowing how to get off the stage, and no one around him paid attention to him at this time, Julu Hou said that it sounded good, he was a marquis, but in fact he was just a favored minister, and he was really carried away by meddling in the internal affairs of the Mo family, didn't he see so many ministers and giants didn't say a word.

Although Zhao **** feels sorry for this good person, he also knows that Zhao Mu has been a little tail lately, and it is better to let people beat it at this time than to really offend someone and be slaughtered on the spot, Zhao Mu also knows that he has been a little too sharp recently, otherwise there would be no one to help him, so he could only stroke his sleeves with hatred, and complained to Zhao **** that he was sick and left the scene.

Yan Ping and Yuanzong naturally ignored their thoughts, and at their point, the strong people had already begun to have the qualifications to break away from the world.

"After all, it has developed to this point, Brother Yan." Unexpectedly, Yuan Zong was very polite to Yan Ping.

"It's not surprising, when you traveled to Zhao Kingdom, I found out that although your thoughts are close to us, it is still not all the way after all, otherwise how difficult is it to completely split the Mo family with your prestige in the Mo family?" Yan Ping said lightly.

Yuanzong only responded with a wry smile.

"After all, the Tao is different, speaking with strength, that's what we did back then, and it's the same now." As soon as Yan Ping's words fell, the iron sword was unsheathed, an ordinary ordinary iron sword, the sword body even had a lot of cracks, even ordinary soldiers would not choose such a sword, but this sword is now held in Yan Ping's hand, the sword is not sharp, even a thatch in Yan Ping's hand has the power to kill, not to mention the iron sword?

In an instant, the sharp sword qi spread all over the entire ring, and there was nothing unusual in the ring on the surface, but the fallen leaves blown by a breeze were torn to pieces before they fell to the ground.

However, Yuan Zong seemed to be suddenly undecided, and held the long sword in front of his chest with a slow movement, so slow that everyone could see and hear it, and began to draw the long sword.

But Yan Ping, who was opposite him, was like a great enemy at this time, his eyes shrank and it was difficult to maintain his calm and waveless state of mind, and his skills were instantly released, filling the coarse linen clothes, and the long hair that had been tied up was also fluttering without wind: "You have actually reached this point?" ”

Just words brought a gust of wind in the ring, but Yuanzong seemed to be unaware of it and still slowly drew his long sword, but the raging wind disappeared before it reached him.

It was as if there was an invisible wall in front of Yuanzong to defend against all threats.

Yan Ping's eyes were even more solemn, the iron sword moved slightly, and countless sounds of breaking the air were immediately generated, and at this time, everyone watching the battle could see that the sword qi distributed in the ring was like transparent white silk threads all over the ring, and with the slight movement of Yan Ping's iron sword, it left scratches one after another on the ring.

The hard blue spotted stone was like tofu, and it was left a smooth mark under the sword qi pointed by Yan Ping's iron sword.

But in contrast to the constantly destroyed ring, Yuanzong seemed to be motionless around him, and when everyone's eyes turned to him, it seemed that he had finally pulled out the long sword, and at that moment, everyone's eyes involuntarily condensed on the tip of Yuanzong's long sword, and in a trance, Yuanzong's long sword was just lightly handed over, and the tip of the sword seemed to be in a place and then came back to his senses, only to find that the tip of Yuanzong's sword came to Yan Ping's throat after crossing the space.

There was silence for a moment. (To be continued.) )