After Zhong Liwen finished speaking, he waved his hand at Huang Fan and the others, looking like they were about to return to the sand dunes they had just appeared, hide them again, and continue to wait for the people who could cooperate with them.

At the moment when they turned around, Mo Han's body instantly bounced, and the killing blade tied to his calf appeared in his hand at some point, like a hungry tiger, and pounced towards Zhong Liwen.

"Fellow Daoist, we have no grievances in the long days and no hatred in the near future, and we invited you to hunt for treasures with us just now, what do you mean?" Zhong Liwen shouted angrily, but the movements in his hands were not slow, and the third-order spirit weapon he held also stabbed towards Mo Han's heart.

Poof, click. Two completely different voices came from Zhong Liwen and Mo Han respectively.

The dull pop sound was the sound of the killing blade inserting into Zhong Liwen's heart and the handle submerging into it, and the click was the sound of the third-order spirit weapon held by Zhong Liwen piercing Mo Han's body, cutting through Mo Han's already scorched clothes, and the sound of metal colliding with Mo Han's chest.

The killing blade Qi hilt sank into Zhong Liwen's body, and immediately like a sleeping lion suddenly woke up, frantically plundering Zhong Liwen's blood, cultivation, and vitality.

"You, you. Zhong Liwen's arm holding a third-order spiritual weapon slowly drooped, and the dilated pupils in his two eyes continued to dilate, and before he could say two words, his entire body shriveled down into a dried corpse and lost his life.

Mo Han withdrew his killing blade and looked down at the place where Zhong Liwen's third-order spirit weapon had pierced, only to see a dark red blood stain remaining on it, which did not really cut through his skin and hurt his bones.

Huang Fan's eyes widened, and the arm holding the third-order spirit weapon was raised in the air, looking at Zhong Liwen, who was once the strongest among the five of them, and now became a corpse that had lost his life and turned into a dry corpse.

"You, you, who are you? You will definitely not be a student of the Demon Capital Academy, there is no such evil practice in the Demon Capital, who are you?" Huang Fan looked at Mo Han, he was frightened, scared.

For the Five Swords King, who has been wandering in the Demon Valley all year round, death is not fearful to them, nor is it terrifying. They hovered on the brink of life and death every day, and every time they killed someone, they thought of being killed by someone else. Therefore, they will never be merciful when they kill, nor will they torture the killed, they will give them a simple one, and they themselves are ready to die.

What is frightening is the inexplicable death, what is frightening is the unknown death, it is that they are not ready, they die with a look of ignorance, just like Zhong Liwen who has become a dry corpse.

Mo Han stood in place, looking at Huang Fan and the four of them with a strange expression, without saying a word, and even with an abnormal blush on his face, but the four of them were extremely frightened at this time and did not dare to move.

The Killing Blade absorbed the blood, mana, and vitality of Zhong Liwen's body, and after filtering it itself, eighty percent of it turned into pure vitality, which flowed into Mo Han's body along Mo Han's arm.

This vitality was extremely pure and gentle, but the amount was beyond the limit that Mo Han could bear. Fortunately at the beginning, Mo Han ran the Great Dream Heart Sutra, and was able to continuously turn the Yuan Power that entered his body into his own mana.

But as more and more yuan power entered the body, faster and faster, Mo Han's body could no longer bear it, so Mo Han's face would appear abnormally red. If Huang Fan and the four of them made a move at this time, they would even need to touch Mo Han lightly, which would break the balance in his body and cause him to explode and die.

Mo Han has transformed from a divine mind into a divine consciousness of spiritual power, constantly controlling the huge pure yuan force in his body, although the crisis has been temporarily alleviated, but the entry of the yuan force still has no tendency to stop. As long as it was another quarter of an hour, Mo Han's body exploded because he couldn't withstand the huge amount of Yuan Force.

"Come out, I know you can see where I am and hear what I have to say. If you don't want to come out, then I'm going to erase you right now, and let the Killing Blade rebirth a soul. Mo Han's heart was indifferent, not in a hurry, not discouraged, as if it wasn't that he was about to explode, nor was he about to die.

"The master is angry, the master is angry, it's really not my fault. It's the rule of the Killing Blade instinct, not something I can decide. If all the sleeping parts were awakened, I would be able to control this Yuan Force, but now I have only woken up a little, and there is nothing I can do about it. The soul that had already woken up a little, at this time, under Mo Han's indifferent voice, his whole body actually trembled faintly, and he was very afraid.

Mo Han's eyes were indifferent, without any emotion. After listening to the soul of the machine, there was no surprise, and after confirming that the soul did not lie to him, he let the soul return to the killing blade.

"Heaven has not been able to kill me, little bit of Yuan Force, how can I endure it?" Mo Han roared in his heart, completely letting go of the shackles of his divine consciousness on the Yuan Force that entered the body, and frantically ran the Great Dream Heart Sutra, refining the Yuan Qi that entered as his own mana.

Boom, as if a century had passed, and as if it had been a moment's work, there was a small sound in Mo Han's body, as if something had been broken.

At this moment, Mo Han's cultivation in the early stage of foundation building increased steadily, soaring all the way, and he reached the peak of the middle stage of foundation building in an instant, and he could break through the door at any time and enter the late stage of foundation building.

"Quick, kill him. Huang Fan, who was awakened by Mo Han's cultivation, shouted, and took the lead in raising the third-order spiritual weapon in his hand and slashing towards Mo Han's temple. The others were also ruthless characters, so they naturally understood what Huang Fan meant, and they were not much slower than him, so they raised the spirit weapon in their hands and rushed over.

At this time, it was the critical moment when Mo Hanxiu had just reached the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, and was ready to go to the next level and rush into the late stage of foundation building. Once interrupted, Mo Han will either be completely lost in cultivation and become a prisoner, or he will explode and die.

When the four of them appeared, with the intention of scouting the surrounding environment, they were already surrounded by Mo Han, and they were not far from Mo Han. At this time, Zai's life was threatened, and he rushed over extremely quickly, and came to Mo Han in the blink of an eye.

At this critical moment, the Linglong Pagoda, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly bloomed with a layer of dim light, swept in Mo Han's body, and all the excess pure yuan power disappeared out of thin air in Mo Han's body: "Are the four of you really in such a hurry to go down to accompany your eldest brother Zhong Liwen?"

The four of them were stunned, and they didn't understand Mo Han, who was full of multiple forces in his body at the previous moment, his whole body was red, and he was about to explode. Why did he recover the peak of his cultivation in an instant, not only did the excess yuan power in his body disappear, but even the internal injuries he had just generated were healed.

Mo Han looked teasing, but there was no emotion in his eyes to look at Huang Fan and the four of them, and the killing blade in his hand gently stabbed into the chest of Huang Fan, who was closest to him.

This time, Mo Han was not as fast as killing Zhong Liwen, every movement was extremely slow and graceful, as if he was painting a beautiful picture with a brush, so that others could see his every movement and every artistic conception.

When Mo Han's killing blade was pointed at Huang Fan, all of Huang Fan's retreat and attack routes were locked by Mo Han's silent murderous aura, and if he made a slight move, he would usher in Mo Han's stormy attack.

Huang Fan didn't dare to move, and he didn't even dare to blink his eyes, just watching Mo Han's palm getting closer and closer to his chest, and the killing blade was inserted into his chest little by little.

Not surprisingly, as soon as the killing blade was inserted into Huang Fan's chest, another huge attraction came out of the killing blade. Constantly absorbing blood, cultivation, and vitality from Huang Fan's body, it turned into pure Yuan Force, which flowed into Mo Han's body.

Huang Fan shook his hands, wanting to raise the third-order spirit weapon in his hand and slash at Mo Han fiercely. But the moment the killing blade entered his body, it was as if his body no longer belonged to him, and no matter how hard he tried and was angry, he could only swing slightly, staring at his body and withering.

With the kung fu of tea, Huang Fan's extremely strong body was only skin and bones, and he could even see the hollow bones that had been sucked dry through his thin layer of skin.

Gong Xu and the three of them, who stood in place and maintained a forward posture, clearly saw every movement of Mo Han, and also saw Huang Fan's entire death process clearly, but it was precisely because of this that they were even more afraid.

What kind of blade, what kind of person, what kind of madman would dare to cultivate, use, and refine such an evil weapon? Not to mention the students of the Demon Capital Academy, even the Xuanye Kingdom, Jun Xiuzong, and Wenxian Palace, who were known as the three major demon demons of the Withered Leaf Continent, did not dare to do so.

"Killing Blade, this is the national weapon of the Xuanye Kingdom, the most vicious weapon in the legend. Hua Fei looked at the killing blade that Mo Han pulled out of Huang Fan's chest and shone with a demonic light in the sun, as if he thought of something, and opened his mouth and shouted.

Mo Han gently licked the blade of the killing blade with his tongue, although there was not a drop of blood on the blade, but Mo Han's immature face was set off by the blade that flashed with a demonic light.

"You're a dead soldier of the Xuanye Kingdom, right?"

Hua Fei's eyes were full of fear when he looked at the Killing Blade, Mo Han was right, he used to be a secret prince of the Xuanye Kingdom's royal family, and he accidentally broke into the place where the Killing Blade was kept, and found that the lord of the country who was sacrificing the life of the people was using the life of the people to sacrifice the Killing Blade, as well as the strangeness of the Killing Blade.

Fortunately, Hua Fei was very careful and was not discovered. Later, after a series of inquiries, he learned the origin and cruelty of the Killing Blade, and escaped from the Xuanye Kingdom by faking his death on a mission, but he never dared to show his true face.

"Are you here to kill me?" At this time, Hua Fei, who knew the horror of the Killing Blade, had no idea of resisting, so he simply put down the third-order spirit weapon in his hand and was free and easy: "I already knew that there would be such a day, the Xuanye Kingdom would not allow the existence of traitors, and besides, it was still traitors like us." ”

"As far as I know, there are only two people in the Xuanye Kingdom who can take out their hands and clean up the dark palace for me, one is the wind and dust, and the other is the rookie on the other side. Looking at your age, it doesn't look like a dusty one, then there is only the other side. ”