Epiphany, epiphany. This sword, Xiao Yu realized.

Countless cultivators looked at each other in horror. Didn't you say that Xiao Yu was just in the Upper Realm of the Void and the Netherworld, how could she become a frost crawler with a sword? In the past, Qin Mumian was called the first person in the Void and Darkness, because she shook the Frost Lower Realm with the peak of the Void and Darkness but retreated with her whole body, who would doubt her? And Xiao Yu only defeated the two of them, so naturally she couldn't convince the public. But the scene in front of him, a sword Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, attracting the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi This is something that can be done in the Upper Realm of the Void and the Netherworld? Doesn't it mean that Xiao Yu's realm is low, let alone fighting with Qin Mumian, even if some of the peaks of the Void and the Netherworld are confident that they can win against Xiao Yu, but the scene in front of him is really a slap in the face to everyone who doubts Xiao Yu.

What is the first person in the Void Realm?

A sword breaks through the frost, this is the first person in the Void Realm!

The division of emptiness and frost in the cultivation world is not the amount of vitality in the body, but whether it can affect the surrounding heaven and earth vitality. Using one's own vitality to drive the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth is to track frost. And the joy is a thought, and the vitality of heaven and earth moves with it, and it has to be a higher level. Xiao Yu's sword means, although the distance is unreasonable, but the distance is almost the same, and a sword to break the frost is well deserved.

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Mo Feng's face changed suddenly, his brows furrowed, feeling the awe-inspiring sword intent coming from below, thinking that if it was himself who faced this decisive sword, he could only avoid the edge for the time being, and if he took it head-on, he was afraid that he would have to pay a lot of price.

Even if it was Murong beside her, in the face of such a resolute sacrifice sword, in the face of that three-inch sword, even if she used the golden body of the Buddha Gate to resist this sword, it was very risky, I was afraid that she would have to pay the price of injury to kill Xiao Yu.

If standing in front of Xiao Yu's sword is Autumn Leaves, what will be the result?

Immediately afterwards, a wry smile appeared on his face, if it was Autumn Leaves, even if he came out of the sword later, he would come first and stab Xiao Yu to death before the long sword reached him.

So Akiba won't get hurt, and he won't lose.

A splash of blood splattered in the field.

The three-inch sword on Xiao Yu's sword cut off the Mo knife in Wang Dongle's hand like cutting tofu, and gently slashed his right arm holding the knife.

The severed arm, which had been holding the knife in his hand tightly, flew up and landed on the grass.

Because it was too sharp, it was numb at first, and then it was a sharp pain after a while.

Because of the severe pain, Wang Dongle's expression distorted, and blood gushed out.

You didn't work hard when you made a sword, and when Xiao Yu came out with a sword, there was no chance for you to work hard.

The sword momentum continued.

The long sword in Xiao Yu's hand stabbed at Wang Dongle with the aura of heaven and earth.

The wind is more urgent.

Wang Dongle used all the vitality of his body to dodge Xiao Yu's sword locked by the qi machine, but his body was also like a leaf in the wind, blown out, and then fell heavily on the slope at Mo Feng's feet, and rolled down continuously, until it rolled down the slope.

This way he was rolled out of a bloody road, I don't know how much blood was shed and how many bones were broken.

He braced himself up with his only remaining arm, struggling to his feet.

At this time, the clothes were ragged, the blood flowed from the broken arm, and the embarrassment was light, which should be said to be miserable.

Wang Dongle was actually very cautious, he was not careless at all, but he never thought that Xiao Yu only used one sword, and with only one sword, there was no chance for him to continue to shoot.

This is the so-called trend of Akiba, the general trend, unstoppable.

It's crushing.

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Akiba standing in the Dao Pavilion smiled, a faint smile, a satisfied smile, and a smile of approval.

Zhang Xueyao and Gongsun Zhongmou looked at the railing on the first and second floors of the small building, which was built near the lake, and the breeze on the lake blew Zhang Xueyao's black hair. Gongsun Zhongmou smiled and said: "Repentance? You broke Lin Yinping's face that day, Xiao Yu treated this fiancée very attentively." ”

Zhang Xueyao snorted coldly: "He is not worthy of it now." ”

Gongsun Zhongmou, who hung a black sword at his waist, smiled and said nothing.

After the two joined forces to fight against Akiba, the two who were originally quite incompatible, but under the pressure of Akiba, the relationship improved greatly. Zhang Xueyao doesn't have much heart to fight for power within the Sword Sect now, she just thinks that it is right to be a good defender of the country in the future and resist the Dao Sect with all her might.

Gongsun Zhongmou said softly: "Since he has taken the first step, as long as he puts that foot in, he will be walking on frost." ”

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Murong said softly: "It seems that it is really once and for all." ”

Mo Feng was silent.

Murong turned around and walked over: "He, the name of the first person in the void, is sitting firmly." Among us people, Autumn leaves are still accurate. ”

Mo Feng snorted coldly and walked in the opposite direction.

After walking back to the Demon Sect station, Mo Feng looked indifferent.

A Demon Sect disciple hurriedly ran over and whispered, "Senior brother, Wang Dongle brought it back, I'm afraid it's ......."

Mo Feng's face was calm and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

The Demon Sect disciple shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it's going to be abolished." ”

Mo Feng's face was slightly cold, and he said indifferently: "If it is wasted, it will be wasted, and then find another one to cultivate carefully." It's hard to find an eagle like Xiao Yu, don't you have a dog like him yet?"

Demon Sect disciple Nuo Nuo didn't dare to speak.

At this moment, a figure staggered from not far away. His face was pale, and when he saw Mo Feng, he suddenly rushed over, came to Mo Feng's body and knelt at Mo Feng's feet.

Mo Feng just glanced at him and didn't ask out loud.

Wang Dongle supported the cold ground with one arm, and said in a deep voice: "Ask Senior Mo to save Wang Dongle's life." ”

Mo Feng said coldly: "Aren't you alive and well?"

Wang Dongle's body began to tremble, becoming more and more violent, and he almost lay on the ground and begged: "But Wang Dongle's life is better than death." ”

Mo Feng raised his feet and wanted to leave, and said indifferently: "Life and death are fate, and resignation is the best." ”

Wang Dongle climbed a few steps on the ground, hugged Mo Feng's left foot, and begged with a crying voice: "Give me another chance, please, Senior Mo." I'll take it. ”

Mo Feng kicked him away, watched Wang Dongle turn into a rolling gourd and roll out of the door, and said coldly: "You are not worthy." ”

After speaking, Mo Feng turned around and left, leaving only Wang Dongle with an indifferent and ruthless back.

Watch as the gate of the Demon Cult's residence slowly closes.

The grief on Wang Dongle's face slowly disappeared, he got up from the ground with difficulty, half-knelt in front of the door of the Demon Sect station, looked directly at the two wooden doors and said fiercely: "Hey, sure enough, every righteous slaughterer of dogs, this kind of high-ranking family is first-class ruthless." ”

"I don't have an arm, but I still have a life, what Demon Sect Mo Feng, Daoist Xiao Yu, today's hatred, my Wang Dongle will definitely return to you tenfold, a hundred times!"

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Xiao Yu stood at the door of the Taoist Sect, standing with his sword.

Wang Dongle has been carried away and left a life for him, because Xiao Yu feels that the current Wang Dongle is more torture alive than dead.

He watched indifferently as Mo Feng and Murong left, leaving only many silent cultivators.

He looked around and said calmly, "Who else?"