"Yan Xuewu, the battle between you and me is not over yet, take your life!"

Mo Yuchen snorted coldly, his eyes were cold, full of cold killing intent.

"Do you think you're still my opponent?"

Yan Xuewu sneered when he heard this, and his powerful momentum exploded, and he actually reached the fourth level of incarnation nerves.

Of course, at this time, Yan Xuewu's appearance has also undergone earth-shaking changes, turning into a half-human, half-beast monster with a human head and a bird body.

He spread his wings, his giant wings flapping, and the wind raging.

"Yuchen boy, be careful!"

Zi Jiande exclaimed.

This is the fourfold God Transformation Realm, even in the Zixiao Sword Sect, it is enough to rank in the top ten existences, and in the entire Heavenly Spirit Continent, with such strength, it can be regarded as a top powerhouse.

After all, Mo Yuchen only had a half-step Transformation Divine Realm, and neither ordinary disciples nor the high-level leaders of the Zixiao Sword Sect could believe that Mo Yuchen would be Yan Xuewu's opponent at this time.

High in the sky, the six elders of Taishang watched this battle, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know what to think.

"Boy, you give me death!"

Yan Xuewu's body shot out, with a blazing streamer, and the power soared into the sky.

However, when Mo Yuchen saw this, he was very calm, holding the Long Yuan Sword in his hand, and with a sword slash, the divine dragon on his body quietly unfolded.

At this moment, the pupils of everyone around him shrank, and their eyes were full of relief and surprise.

Thundered!

Yan Xuewu's attack was about to hit Mo Yuchen.

I saw the young man's eyebrows flash, and suddenly a divine thought array enveloped Yan Xuewu.

"Eternity is empty!"

Mo Yuchen read leisurely.

Then he flipped his hand and pointed at it, and the sword fetus on his body erupted, and the incomparable true qi roared out, making the space around Yan Xuewu's body freeze.

Soon, huge sword qi slashed out from the young man's blade, mercilessly blasting Yan Xuewu away.

"How is that possible!"

Yan Xuewu's eyes widened in disbelief on the way to fly upside down.

"Hmph, the power of time, how can you understand it?"

Mo Yuchen stepped forward, slashed down with a sword, and blasted Yan Xuewu away again.

"The power of time!"

Yan Xuewu's face was full of shock, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

He shook his head in disbelief and shouted: "How is it possible, how can you comprehend the power of time, I haven't even comprehended it, how can you comprehend it?"

In the sky, Yan Xuewu roared wildly, his body was constantly being slashed by Mo Yuchen, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back.

However, Mo Yuchen couldn't break through his defenses at the same time, and the Long Yuan Sword could only cut blood marks on his body.

Yan Xuewu yelled in pain, his whole body was full of light, and he wanted to fight for the last time, he spread his wings and struck at the young man in the sky.

"Look for death!"

Seeing this, the young man glared angrily, and the true qi in his body swam out of the dragon, and quickly surged towards the Longyuan sword.

At this moment, he was like a killing god, tearing the void with a sword, cutting off the reincarnation, the three-layer destruction sword intent, and the power of the fire spirit condensed this peerless sword.

The moment the sword was swung, the heavens and the earth changed color, the sun and the moon were lightless, and the lightning and thunder roared above the sky, as if it was the end of the world.

The entire Zixiao Sword Sect, all the people who saw this scene, were all shocked and completely stunned.

Even a few Supreme Elders standing in the sky had their eyes wide open, their faces full of shock.

"Extinguish!" Mo Yuchen held the Longyuan Sword, incarnated as a purple gold divine dragon, and roamed the sky, blasting towards Yan Xuewu with a mighty sword intent of destruction.

At the same time, Mo Yuchen's Divine Mind Array also imprisoned the void, making Yan Xuewu unable to move for a moment, and could only watch as a huge purple gold divine dragon passed through his chest.

"Ah......" Yan Xuewu screamed, and the whole person was overwhelmed by a purple gold light.

After the light passed, his figure was gone, leaving only a puddle of blood to fall to the ground.

At this moment, the sky and the earth were silent, and everyone opened their mouths wide and looked at the only remaining figure in the sky in disbelief.

Mo Yuchen put away the Longyuan sword, grabbed Yan Xuewu's Qiankun ring in his hand, and stood high in the air, his eyes as dazzling as the sun.

At this time, the Purple Sword Soul glanced at all the Sword Sect elders and disciples around him, and said, "All the disciples of the Purple Sky Sword Sect listen to the order. ”

"From now on, the mountain will be closed for a month to mourn all the dead heroes!"

"Yes!" shouted in unison.

The duel between the Zixiao Sword Sect and the True Martial Xuan Palace shocked the entire Heavenly Spirit Continent and made some of the surrounding sects and sects boiling.

In particular, the fall of the Supreme Elder of the Sword Sect was like a storm, with the Zixiao Sword Sect as the center, sweeping the entire continent.

In the next month, under the order of Zi Jiande, the mountain gate was sealed, and all the people mourned the dead Taishang Elder.

And some of the Sword Sect disciples who were training outside also rushed back one by one after receiving the news.

......

The night is silent.

In the main peak of the Zixiao Sword Sect, in a huge and magnificent palace.

Mo Yuchen sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, his hands on his knees, his five fingers facing up, and he was meditating and cultivating.

On the surface of his body, there was a purple-gold light, strange and sacred.

After a month of meditation, Mo Yuchen's cultivation was already so stable that he couldn't be more stable, and he was only one step away from being able to enter the realm of transforming gods.

Da Da Da ......

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps.

When the young man heard the sound, he opened his eyes, and in the dark eyes, the essence of light flashed away.

He looked at the figures walking around the hall, and couldn't help but smile: "Hao Yuanwu, it's so late, what are you doing here." ”

The person who came was Hao Yuanwu, he heard Mo Yuchen's voice, immediately pushed the door in, and sighed: "The January period has arrived, what are your plans tomorrow, do you want to travel to the lower continent with me?"

"No!" Mo Yuchen shook his head and said, "I'm also leaving the Zixiao Sword Sect." ”

"The Supreme Emperor List of the Heavenly Spirit Continent is about to start, and in a few days I will go to the Prajna Holy Land. ”

"It's okay!" Hao Yuanwu heard this, with a look of surprise, obviously he had already expected it, and then he hugged his fists and said: "Brother Mo, I look forward to the day when you are famous all over the world!"

"Haha, this day, I'm sure I won't keep you waiting too long. Mo Yuchen replied with confidence on his face.

Looking at the confidence on the young man's face, Hao Yuanwu's heart moved, and he suddenly asked, "Brother Mo, do you have any opinion on the sword folding plan of the Zhenwu Xuangong." ”

"Hehe, what can you think, it's right to cultivate well!" Mo Yuchen glanced at him meaningfully, and his thoughts couldn't help but think of the big heart in his body.

He can now say that the more he thinks about it, the more panicked he becomes, because he finds that this Bagua Sect is like a pervasive one, and he can see his shadow everywhere......