The torrential rain knocked on the roof of the ruined temple, which was as magnificent as the galloping of thousands of horses, and a thunderclap swept across the sky. The huge lightning seemed to crack the sky, and the sky was full of electric streaks.

Mo Sang's internal breath swayed in his body, and Hongxia seemed to have received the master's thirst for great power, mobilizing the internal breath stored in Moissan's qi sea to the greatest extent. A surging internal breath like a huge wave instantly gushed out of his body, and Mo Sang carefully controlled this power to perfectly guide it on the purple and green sword.

The sword buzzed as it was covered by the force, and Mossan struck out quickly and leaped out from behind the hidden statue. A move 'sweeping autumn leaves' is perfectly displayed in the broken temple.

The white-robed man seemed to sense danger coming, and the aurora of lightning blurred everyone's vision. The white-robed man instinctively sensed that a great pressure was approaching, and his body trembled for a moment. It was a feeling that had not been felt for a long time, a reaction that only came when it was shrouded in death.

Mo San's eyes were full of heat, and the anger and humiliation that had been squeezed for a long time seemed to be about to vent it all through this sword. The sword qi roared and pierced through the air, causing a burst of explosion, and a cloud of sword shadows changed and rushed towards the white-robed man. Mo Sang shouted.

"Die!"

The sword qi broke free from the guidance of the purple and green sword, and slashed towards the white-robed man with a galloping momentum. The white-robed man was shocked, and he quickly raised his saber and released a sword light to block the menacing sword intent. However, how could this sword style released in a hurry be able to withstand the shocking blow that Mosana had been gathering for a long time.

The sword qi that swept through the autumn leaves only broke away the sword of the white-robed man in an instant, and it exploded in front of the white-robed man in an instant. The white-robed man's expression was hideous and disbelievable, and his body was knocked out by this tremendous force, shattering a temple gate behind him and falling into the rain curtain.

And the scarred face beside him was unfortunately affected by the aftermath of the sword qi, and a patch of blood burst out from his body. He shouted in panic.

"This is impossible, I haven't seen you for a few days, why did you burst out with such a strong sword qi?"

That big man had also participated in the pursuit of Mo Sang, so he knew Mo Sansan's strength very well, and naturally recognized the identity of the person who made the sword at a glance.

After Mosan's blow, there was a moment of internal breath vacuum in the body. He fell to the ground with a pale face, and the blow had almost drained most of the internal breath in his body. Although this sweeping autumn is only a basic sword technique, it is not yet something that he, a novice who has been in the condensation period for less than a month, can completely control.

Mo Sang's hands had an almost dislocated pain due to the excessive force at this time, and he plunged the purple and green sword into the ground and barely fell down with its support.

At this time, the people hidden behind the statue were also shocked to see this sudden change, and after a moment of hesitation, they reacted quickly, and their eyes were full of a powerful anger that jumped out from their hiding places and pounced on Mo Sang. Mo Sang calculated the distance between those people and himself, and it only took three seconds, and if he couldn't react within three seconds, he would be chopped into pulp by those people who rushed over in an instant!

However, at this time, Mo Sang was very weak because of his detachment, and he could not make any due judgment. The previous sword had increased the power of the sword form by two levels because of his hatred, and now these physical reactions were the price paid for his previous actions.

He was so anxious, what should I do? Am I really going to die here?

The scarface was distracted for a moment, and then suddenly woke up and roared.

"Quick, kill that guy! He's exhausted now, kill him!"

Scarface's face was almost contorted as he shouted at the Praetorian Guards who had jumped out of hiding in the depths of his injuries. He knew that he was no match for that guy at all, and now the captain and himself were seriously injured. If you can't take advantage of Mo Sang's shortness of breath to kill him, when he recovers, these people will have to die!

The internal breath in Mo Sang's body was still violently turbulent, because most of his current meridians were chaotic due to the instantaneous evacuation of most of his strength, and the true qi in his body was surging around like a river bursting its embankment, wantonly impacting his meridians. Mo Sang felt that he would need at least half a minute to return to normal, but the situation in front of him obviously did not allow him to have so much buffer time. He had almost begun to close his eyes in despair, although he knew that this would happen, Mo Sang still used that sword so unhesitatingly, in order to vent his long-pent-up anger.

Ling'er suffered a heavy blow, Xiao Yu'er's life and death are uncertain, and her parents don't know whether they are alive or dead. All of this happened in just over a month, and Mo Sang seemed to have experienced the ups and downs of his life, and if he couldn't vent this squeezing feeling, he felt that he would go crazy sooner or later.

Mossan closed his eyes, he did not regret what he had done even if he died now, at least he punished with his own hands those enemies who dared to harm himself and his loved ones. It's just that he is not willing to die like that in his heart, because there are still so many things that need to be done by him. Mo Sang pinched the flame jade pendant in his hand, feeling the trace of gentleness that was passed on.

Suddenly, Mo Sang's sea of qi became turbulent again. A huge internal breath mixed with a trace of gentle breath quickly poured into Mo San's meridians, filling those dry meridians again. Mo Sang felt that familiar energy, it was the power that Neidan emanated!

After Moissan's surprise, he did not immediately return fire. Now that he had completely recovered from that powerless state, the Praetorian Guards who rushed over him were no longer a threat to him. He had a bold idea to kill the Praetorian Guards!

As long as he used it again to sweep the autumn leaves, with that extremely strong sword style and such a close distance, Mo Sang believed that as long as he struck with all his strength, he would definitely be able to kill all those who pounced!

After deciding on his mind, Mossan began to build up energy in his body. The Praetorian Guards also rushed over after receiving Scarface's information, and they knew Scarface's strength in their hearts. If he and the captain are both killed in battle, then those who are not strong enough will also be able to escape death. Anyway, stretching out the head is a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife, so it is better to try your best and maybe you can get a way.

Mo Sang saw the Praetorian Guards who were not at all like him, and rushed towards him without hesitation, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly to reveal an imperceptible smile. There was a smugness and a scorn in that smile.

Scarface inadvertently caught the slightest change in Mozambi's expression, and his heart suddenly intensified, and a very bad premonition arose.