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Because, in the next moment, Ling Wudao's three bodies rioted, and there was no longer a stone platform in their palms, but between the body riots, the wind gradually rose, the sand and dust were raging, full of violent atmosphere, and they did not hesitate to go to the 'Mo Shao Palace'.

The wind and sand and dust look extremely violent, but this is only what Shang Buyan can see, and the killing machine hidden under the wind and sand dust is difficult to feel with Shang Buyan's strength at all.

However, Shang Buyan is imperceptible, but it does not mean that 'Mo Shaogong' cannot be perceived.

He looked at the figures of the three of them getting closer and closer, looked at the sand and dust blown by the strong wind, and felt the spirit sword condensed by Yuan Li hidden in it, and his face couldn't help but become solemn.

Because, in the hidden spirit sword, he felt a trace of extremely dangerous aura, that aura had the ultimate fierce intent, and the sword intent was strong, and it was indeed a capital that threatened him.

It's just that it's just a little threat, although the offensive under the joint efforts of Ling Wudao and the three of them can be said to be outrageously strong, but he is still confident that he can win.

Therefore, between the waves of the palm, there is a wisp of fire springing up, which is unremarkable, but in it, it also contains the power of palpitations.

And that spirit sword, with the sound of the wind, with the traces of sand and dust, and with the intention of Ling Wudao and the three of them vowing to kill this wingman, swayed forward without hesitation.

As a result, a series of small, and trembling voices sounded here.

It was as if the fire came out of nowhere, and it was cut even more inexplicably, into dozens, hundreds, and finally into fine pieces.

However, this is not the end of the story.

In front of 'Mo Shaogong', in an instant, the sword intent flourished, revealing a sword that was blackened all over, seemingly ordinary, but actually extremely dangerous.

This sword is not condensed by Yuan Li, but a real sword, the body of the sword is black, exuding an aura of dead silence, and it gives people a sense of fierceness.

In short, this sword, just a glance, you know that it is definitely not ordinary.

Therefore, when 'Mo Shaogong' saw the sword that came to him in the blink of an eye, his face was frightened, and he wanted to dodge, but he found that he didn't dare to move at all.

Immediately afterwards, there was an incision on the body of 'Mo Shaogong', which was extremely neat, but there was a dead breath blocking it, making it impossible for the blood and qi around the body to circulate at all, and naturally it was impossible to heal the wound.

All this came so fast, so fast that people couldn't react, and 'Mo Shaogong' naturally didn't react.

He looked down at the wound in his heart, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He didn't believe that with the strength of Ling Wudao's three people, he could actually hurt him to such an extent, and even he couldn't mobilize the power of Shengyan to make the wound heal.

He couldn't believe that the sword that seemed to come out of thin air was so fast that he couldn't even react.

However, the facts are the facts, no matter how much 'Mo Shaogong' didn't believe it, Ling Wudao and the three of them did seriously injure him, or rather, it was the sword that seriously injured him.

"How...... Very surprised?" Ling Wudao naturally saw the disbelief and unwillingness contained in the eyes of 'Mo Shaogong', so he smiled and said.

Ling Wudao's smile was just a laugh, and he didn't want to express any contempt and smugness, but in the eyes of 'Mo Shaogong', his smile was mockery.

Therefore, 'Mo Shaogong' raised his head suddenly, without the slightest embarrassment after being injured, but said coldly, "I really want to know, your last sword...... What the hell is it!"

'Mo Shaogong's tone was very cold, but he was really curious about what that sword was, and even his life power couldn't make the wound heal.

"Death Shadow! It is a spiritual treasure specially forged by the ancestors of the Tianyi Sect to restrain you!" Seeing that 'Mo Shaogong' was so seriously injured, but still put on such a cold posture, Ling Wudao also frowned slightly, and explained the origin of that sword.

"Shadow of death? hehe!" Hearing this, after 'Mo Shaogong' was slightly stunned, he sneered, his laughter was poignant, and he was even more vaguely unwilling.

"Original...... This is the name of what you call the Holy Land!" After laughing, 'Mo Shaogong' looked at Ling Wudao and the others again with his pale face, which had been consumed a lot of blood, and said in a deep voice.

"What do you mean by that?" Ling Wudao frowned slightly, and the second elder of Sen Luo both showed displeasure.

However, 'Mo Shaogong' naturally ignored the displeasure of the three of them, and said more bluntly, "It turns out that you people are just a damn virtue!"

"You...... This is looking for death!" Hearing this, Ling Wudao's brows became more and more furrowed, and the killing intent was almost as if it had been condensed.

Such a threat, of course, would not care about 'Mo Shaogong', he looked at the three of them with such expressions, and smiled slightly.

Then, the smile of 'Mo Shaogong' suddenly turned cold, "Even if I lose, do you think you must win?"

The difference between victory and defeat is often only a superficial situation, not the real result, everyone understands this truth, therefore, Ling Wudao's brows are even tighter, almost screwed together.

They naturally knew the meaning of 'Mo Shaogong', but they didn't expect that although the old man Sheng Yan's soul was defeated, his attitude was still so tough, and he still wanted to blackmail those protégés.

"Can't you tell who the winner is?" Ling Wudao said coldly, wanting to make the 'Mo Shaogong' jealous.

But it turns out that words are always the most useless means.

Regarding Ling Wudao's words, 'Mo Shaogong' raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing disdain, and immediately thought about it, wanting to select a few more people among that group of hostages, so that Ling Wudao and the others knew who was the real winner in this situation.

It's just that in the next moment, 'Mo Shaogong's face became extremely ugly.

Because, he actually found that he had lost control of those guards.

"This ...... How is it possible!" 'Mo Shaogong' was extremely shocked in his heart, and set his eyes on the people of Lingyuan City and the disciples of the Martial Mansion not far away.

There was no movement in that place, and the guards still looked like puppets, but in reality, he had lost control of them.

This...... What exactly is the reason?

'Mo Shaogong' fell silent, and when he looked again, he found something different, it was two people, no, to be exact, it was a person and a spirit.

"You guys!" After discovering the traces of those two guys, 'Mo Shaogong' gritted his teeth and said, with murderous intent in the corners of his eyes.

So, not far away, two figures appeared, as if they had been alone in the darkness for a long time, and as soon as they appeared, the whole world focused its eyes on them.

Those two figures are naturally Su Ran and Black Spirit.

At this moment, looking at the 'Mo Shao Palace', Su Ran smiled and said, "Now, what else do you have to rely on?"