Dongfang Hong used the fastest speed to tell Jian Pengkun everything about Mo Han. When Jian Pengkun learned that Mo Han had destroyed Jun Xiuzong alone, Jun Xiuzong's ancestor Zuo Tiantian didn't even show his face, and he sighed in his heart, knowing that he had kicked the iron plate this time. I regret a little in my heart, I shouldn't have said it too quickly just now. I wanted to settle the matter and not provoke Mo Han, but I didn't expect that before he could finish listening to what Dongfang Hong said, Mo Han scolded directly.

"Junior, you are looking for death!"

Jian Pengkun screamed, raised his arm, gently activated the Yuan Force in his body, and a huge palm volleyed out in the air, slapping it towards the place where Mo Han was.

This palm is exactly the same as Jian Pengkun's palm, it has been magnified countless times, and it exudes a terrifying aura, as if his palm can smash the entire ring and slap Mo Han to death.

Xiao Ning's grandfather, Xiao Yuan, rolled his eyelids, glanced at the huge palm in the air, quietly took back the palm that stretched out of the cuffs, and said quietly: "Fortunately, this old guy has not been completely confused, otherwise the next Jun Xiuzong will be born." ”

I don't know if Xiao Yuan is sighing or gloating, and Xiao Yuan is also acting in the same way as the Emperor Longjing of the Qingli Kingdom, the Emperor Qi Haoyu of the Purple Qi Kingdom, and the Supreme Elder Fu Chuang of the Ziwei Pavilion.

In the eyes of cultivators of the same level, although Jian Pengkun's palm was huge, it actually didn't have much lethality, he just wanted to teach Mo Han a small lesson and save face, not even a lesson. Because of Jian Pengkun's powerful palm, he couldn't even kill the chicken, of course, he didn't count the scared to death.

With Mo Han's current divine sense, he can naturally see that Jian Pengkun's powerful palm is vain, and he can also guess the meaning of Jian Pengkun's palm, but Mo Han doesn't want to sell his face, nor does he want to sell his face. Many times, many things, if you have the ability to pretend to be forced, you must have the consciousness of being stepped on.

Mo Han didn't seem to see what Jian Pengkun meant, leaning on the body of the Tai Chi heavy sword and slowly straightened up, holding the huge palm of the Tai Chi heavy sword with both hands, and slashed down with a sword.

A gray-white sword light immediately flew out of the Tai Chi heavy sword and stabbed towards the huge palm.

When the Tai Chi heavy sword is not moving, the wind is calm, and when it is moving, the wind is surging. Mo Han's sword slashed out seemed to be slow, but it was actually extremely fast, and it carried a huge momentum. This kind of momentum was clearly felt even by everyone standing in the corner of the ring, and cultivators with low cultivation even felt that they were standing in the midst of a raging storm, and it was difficult to even breathe.

Looking at Mo Han's sword, Qi Ling's grandfather Qi Haoyu sighed: "Jian Pengkun is careless, how can a young man like this be threatened by him." Old, old, and still capsizing on such a trivial matter. ”

Sure enough, Qi Haoyu's voice just fell, and the Taiji heavy sword even touched the huge palm, and the huge momentum emitted by the Taiji heavy sword squeaked the huge palm, as if it might collapse at any time.

Jian Pengkun looked at Mo Han's majestic sword, and his face immediately turned ugly, as if he had eaten a fly. After listening to Dongfang Hong's narration, how could Jian Pengkun not understand the difficulty and ruthlessness of this junior. But he is a cultivator in the spirit stage, and neither the sect nor his face can be lost, so he slapped a false palm, allowing himself to step down, and at the same time, he also gave Mo Han some warnings.

Unexpectedly, Mo Han not only didn't buy it, but even drew his sword and fought back. This sword made his brows jump suddenly, and he unconsciously thought of the three swords that Dongfang Hong said to him.

Click.

The gray-white sword light that flew out of the Taiji heavy sword finally collided with Jian Pengkun's huge palm, but as soon as it collided together, Jian Pengkun's huge palm made a clicking cracking sound, and it quickly collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a matter of moments, Jian Pengkun's huge palm completely collapsed, and the gray-white sword light issued by Mo Han's Taiji heavy sword was still intact, as if it had not been hindered in any way, and continued to fly and fall towards its original trajectory.

The gray-white sword pointed directly at Jian Pengkun, and the majestic momentum locked Jian Pengkun in place, making Jian Pengkun have to bear this sword.

Jian Pengkun looked at the gray-white sword that was coming straight towards him, his face was blue, and his eyes were full of anger, as if he was about to tear Mo Han apart alive.

In fact, even if the majestic momentum of the gray-white sword did not lock Jian Pengkun, he couldn't get out of the way, and he couldn't retreat. He has no way to give in, and there is no way to retreat. Behind him were all the core disciples in the Wen Immortal Palace, and no one but him could perfectly resist this sword.

Once he retreated, then Mo Han's sword would fall directly on the people of the Wen Immortal Palace.

From the majestic momentum of this sword, it can be seen that if it falls on the people of the Wenxian Palace, then the chance of survival is close to zero, and the Wenxian Palace will also follow in the footsteps of the Jun Xiuzong.

"Junior, you're looking for death!" Jian Pengkun shouted violently, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly burst out, his hands clenched into fists, and he pushed out horizontally towards the gray-white sword that was heading straight for him.

As if thunder was exploding in his ears, and as if a peerless demon beast was snoring, two fists with a bewildered and rich demonic qi transformed from Jian Pengkun's horizontal fists, and rushed straight towards the gray-white sword.

"The most powerful Dragon Shocking Demon Fist in the Blue Dragon Sacred Skill, it seems that Jian Pengkun was forced to be in a hurry this time. The Nangong Sword of the Feather Emperor Valley looked at the punch launched by Jian Peng Kunping, and let out a low exclamation, as if he was glad that in the conflict between the Feather Emperor Valley and Mo Han, he was quick to soften.

Since Mo Han's three swords leveled the Jun Xiu Sect, all the forces on the Withered Leaf Continent and all the cultivators have speculated and speculated about how heavy the Taiji heavy sword in Mo Han's hand is and how heavy it is. How strong Mo Han's body is, and how much strength Mo Han's whole body has.

The appearance of the Tai Chi heavy sword cast a veil of mystery on Mo Han's body. Through continuous speculation and research, according to the accounts of eyewitnesses, it is guessed that the Taiji heavy sword in Mo Han's hand weighs at least 100,000 kilograms, and only in this way, coupled with Mo Han's own strength, can the three swords level Jun Xiuzong.

So the question is, since the Taiji heavy sword weighs more than 100,000 kilograms, how much strength does Mo Han have to be able to command the Taiji heavy sword like an arm, and what degree of physical strength does Mo Han have to reach in order to withstand the power of the Taiji heavy sword and not be directly crushed by the Taiji heavy sword.

It was also at this time that several major forces jointly came to the conclusion that Mo Han was a physical cultivator, and he was still a physical cultivator who had cultivated peerless exercises. Only in this way can Mo Han be able to flexibly use the Taiji heavy sword, and only in this way can Mo Han withstand the test of several thunder tribulations, and his body and soul will not be destroyed, and only in this way can he explain everything in Mo Han's past.

This result has been proved by countless powerful proofs, the most powerful of which is that all of Mo Han's battles are hand-to-hand combat, and none of them are as long-range fighting as monks.

The Dragon Demon Fist, as the name suggests, two pitch-black fists the size of a basin, contain amazing power, with endless demonic energy, and unwilling roar, like a giant dragon trapped in a cage, sending out his furious blow.

Mo Han didn't seem to see Jian Pengkun's fists blasting out, holding the arm of the Taiji heavy sword, gently retracting it, the movements were slow and elegant, as if what he was holding was not the Taiji heavy sword, but a peerless beauty.

In the eyes of outsiders, every time Mo Han swung the Tai Chi heavy sword, the reason for the extremely slow was due to the continuous accumulation of momentum and exercises. Only Mo Han understood in his heart that this was not caused by any exercises at all, and he did not have any exercises and moves when he wielded the Tai Chi heavy sword, everything was split according to his wishes.

The more reason is that the Tai Chi heavy sword is too heavy, Mo Han does not dare to use difficult moves, nor does he dare to use all his strength, let alone swing it quickly. After all, he had already built all the momentum, what if he swung the Tai Chi heavy sword too fast, or after using a difficult movement, it flashed to his own waist?

Jian Pengkun's Shocking Dragon Demon Fist, Mo Han didn't see it, but he couldn't help it when he saw it, the Taiji Heavy Sword was already doomed to slow attack speed. Therefore, Mo Han took back the Taiji heavy sword, and it was another sword split.

The sword rays that were split this time did not have the majestic momentum of the last time, they were plain and bland, as if there was nothing prominent, but this time the gray-white sword rays were faster than the last sword rays.

The last time the sword light had not collided with the Dragon Demon Fist, the second sword light had already come to the side of the first sword ray, and it went hand in hand with the first sword ray, slashing at the two basin-sized magic fists together.

There was no loud roar, no earth-shattering roar, it was like a knife cutting on tofu, silently.

"Get down!"

I don't know where the shouting came from, all the cultivators standing in the highest ring looked confused at first, but then they all lay on the ring, and the Supreme Emperor and the Imperial Sect Master of several major forces were all full of momentum, and quickly took out all kinds of defensive spiritual weapons to protect all the people of their sect in it.

Invisible fluctuations came from the Dragon Demon Fist, a kind of power explosion that could destroy everything and purify the hunger together, there was no sound, it was better than sound.

This time, the Dragon Fist was made by Jian Pengkun with all his might, and he knew that the knot with Mo Han had already ended, and there was no possibility of unraveling it. Unless he is willing to pull down his head and apologize to Mo Han, and pay a certain price. But this is impossible, so Jian Pengkun has only one way to kill Mo Han here, so everything is solved.

Jian Pengkun didn't do it blindly, he had just learned everything about Mo Han with Dongfang Hong in detail, although Mo Han was powerful, he had never done anything with someone in the Spirit Stage. The three swords destroyed Jun Xiuzong, and the old immortal of Jun Xiuzong didn't make a move, so Jian Pengkun thought that he had the strength to kill Mo Han here.