Fan Xin's face really changed this time, first it became pale, then it turned blue, and finally it turned red. In any case, his face is lost. After this sect mission, he will definitely become famous.

Even the disciples of the Wuwei Hall behind him all looked ugly, and they all looked at their senior brother to see how he would react.

"Since you think you are strong, why don't you come to the stage first?" Fan Xin no longer had the gentlemanly temperament just now, and said in a cold and hard tone.

Mo Yun raised his eyebrows, looked at Fan Xin coldly, and finally laughed heartily, and replied frankly: "As you wish!"

His body stood abruptly, like a giant awakening, and the fierce and unrivaled momentum exploded and swept through, shocking everyone. Jumping off the boulder, his gaze like lightning, sweeping over everyone on the road. Every time he took a step forward, the tragic aura became stronger, and more than a dozen steps away, his momentum could already be compared to that of a high-level swordsman.

It is this way of raising the momentum, similar to boiling a frog in warm water, that makes everyone look sideways. At first, he didn't feel it, but as he walked farther and farther, his breath became more and more intense. Those who are slightly weaker in cultivation have clearly felt a faint depression.

Every gaze makes people bow their heads and dare not face it! A faint majesty permeates the space, this is the majesty that belongs only to the strong, and at this time, in front of a group of swordsmen and swordsmen, it reflects its horror.

When the consciousness of the strong man awakened, Mo Yun had the qualification of domineering! And after devouring the soul energy left by the black will, he could be regarded as completely mastering the will of the strong man.

This is his power, and no one can take it away!

Thirty steps, even a beginner swordsman can't be calm, the feeling of depression is shrouded, people can't help but be frightened, and there is a strong fear of the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him. This fear is an instinctive reaction, just as human beings have an innate fear of wild beasts.

"You people, you don't know what to say! When you are fighting, you can still divide the order, so when you are in a life and death crisis, you must also divide the order? Today, I want you to understand what is the right thing to do! The battle will be started by me, and it will also be ended by me!" Mo Yun's voice was low, arrogant and indifferent, and without emotion.

"Kid is arrogant! there are countless sword masters here, how can it be a place for your little fifth-order swordsman to go wild? If you dare to speak wildly, it will definitely be suppressed on you!" a sword master couldn't bear it anymore, stood up, and scolded loudly.

"Hahaha!" Mo Yun just glanced at this person, and then laughed, leaning forward and backward with laughter.

This scene made several people frown secretly. In their opinion, Mo Yun was indeed too arrogant! Wouldn't his smile make everyone laugh?

He buried his head deeply, laughed wildly, stretched out his right index finger, pointed at the man, but his tone was suddenly cold: "Which onion are you, dare to represent all sword masters? Who gave you the qualifications? Presumptuous, in my opinion, it is you who are presumptuous, right?"

"You ......!" The swordsman suddenly became angry, pointed at Mo Yun and said, "Uneducated things, didn't your father and mother teach you, do you have to maintain respect for people who are stronger than you?......" The words stopped abruptly and were swallowed back raw.

Everyone is suddenly in their hearts, and they are going to suffer in the dark!

No one should insult his mother, absolutely not!

Mo Yun's eyes contained a surging killing intent in his eyes, and the Frost Desolation Sword had already appeared in his hand. The body turned into a bolt of lightning and instantly approached the sword master.

"If you dare to insult my parents, you will die!" he shouted, his eyes scarlet, and endless murderous intent gushing. This is the first time he's going to kill someone!

The golden sharp qi on the Frost Desolation Sword flashed and fell directly.

No one could have imagined that if he didn't agree with each other, he would kill someone! Immediately, a sword master stood up and wanted to stop him, but Mo Yun would let him get his wish, for this person, he had already made up his mind to kill!

"Get out of here!" The Frost Desolation Sword swept out, and the majestic aura surged, even the other sword master also changed color abruptly, retreating again and again, and finally could only look at the infinitely murderous cyan figure in front of him in shock!

A sword forced a swordsman back, and he didn't stop, continuing to rush towards the swordsman. With the lessons of the past, naturally no one dares to touch the mold again. And the strength shown by Mo Yun also made those swordsmen who were about to make a move have to be cautious, such a strong strength has already threatened them!

"You ......!" The swordsman didn't expect that Mo Yun would blatantly kill him. When the swordsman who supported him was knocked back by a sword, he was completely panicked.

"I'm going to kill you, who dares to come to the rescue?" Mo Yun shouted violently, his eyes were scarlet, and he glanced at the audience. After everyone's eyes met him, a wave of fear rose in their hearts, even if he was a master swordsman, and this moment was no exception. They almost unanimously thought: never anger this son!

The cyan figure is like a demon god, and the qi is like a desperate abyss hell, and the fierce and fierce aura shocks everyone.

In front of him, Mo Yun was furious like a mad demon, crazy and indifferent, murderous like a sea, and the rest of the people were dignified, but also had a little more admiration.

The mortal face of Wuwei Hall was gloomy, and there was a trace of viciousness in his eyes, staring at Mo Yun like a fierce god. It was the ruthless figure in front of him that disrupted his plans and humiliated him fiercely. He knew that if this guy didn't die, the matter in Jade Dragon Peak would be publicized sooner or later, but he really couldn't raise his head.

Hmph! Offend me, whoever you are, I want you to die without a place to be buried! Fan Xin vented fiercely in his heart, but his face gradually became like a spring breeze, and he once again returned to the appearance of a gentleman.

The Frost Desolation Sword rested on his neck, and Mo Yun kicked it out, causing him to fall to his knees.

"Dog, how can you insult my parents, and you are also worthy of it?" A low-level swordsman, he is not small!" His eyes were full of murderous intent, sweeping over everyone, and his voice was extremely cold, "You all remember to me, no one can insult my parents, no one!"

"Insult my parents, this is the end!" Mo Yun put away the frost famine, and let this person continue to forgive, and he was ruthless. His right foot slammed down and stepped on the man's leg.

"Click~!"

The crisp sound of broken bones and desolate cries reached everyone's ears, and some of them frowned unconsciously, dissatisfied with Mo Yun's cruelty.

The latter's face did not change color, nor did he speak, and he fell with one foot.

The piercing howl kept coming out, and he had no mercy and kept stepping down. Soon, the man's hands and feet were crushed one by one.

With such a cruel method, many people frowned. On the other hand, a lone swordsman in the south clapped his hands and praised, his expression was natural and unpretentious, and he exclaimed: "Good heart! Act but have a clear conscience, why care about other people's eyes! Hmph, insulting parents, it is indeed damned!"

Raising his head and scanning around, he took in everyone's expressions and reactions, and sneered in his heart: A group of gutless rats, even if they are dissatisfied with me, what can they do, there are hundreds of people present, but none of them dare to make a move!

"In the next life, don't be a man, lest you die in my hands again!" As soon as the words fell, his right foot suddenly lifted and fell down on this person's head.

"Phew!"

The big head suddenly shattered like a watermelon, and the red and white were scattered all over the ground. He laughed bloodthirstily and continued, "Is there anyone else?"

The bloody scene formed a strong visual impact, and a few people with poor psychological ability couldn't bear it directly, and turned around and vomited.

Standing next to the corpse, he looked calm, his blue shirt stained with blood. Reaching out to wipe away the blood on his face, he looked back at those sword cultivators who were bent over and vomiting, and said with disdain: "A bunch of waste!"

His gaze shifted, and finally fell on the person who had spoken out to help him before, and said, "Thank you brother for your righteousness, I don't know my brother's name?"

"Tengyun Pavilion, Yan Hu!" the man replied generously without hesitation.

Mo Yun raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but look at this person carefully. Yan Hu spoke out twice to help him, which greatly increased his favor. Yan Hu was born with big shoulders and a round waist, thick eyebrows and big eyes, black hair and loose black hair, dressed in linen clothes, and carrying a huge hammer behind his back. This was the first time he had encountered Jian Xiu using other weapons, and he couldn't help but take a few more looks.

"Sword Xuanzong, Mo Yun!"

Yan Hu laughed, stood up, and the momentum in his body exploded, he was actually already a high-level swordsman's cultivation. He laughed loudly: "Brother Mo is really not a mortal, he must have comprehended his true heart, and his heart is already undeceived, right?"

He didn't hide it, and replied directly: "The heart is direct, but it is just to act with a clear conscience, and act as you think in your heart, and that's it!"

Unexpectedly, Yan Hu scratched his head with a wry smile, and then looked at him and said: "You said it lightly, your heart is direct, and there are a few people who have comprehended, can you ask those present who have comprehended their own hearts?"

His eyes swept around, and sure enough, he saw that everyone was looking at him with the eyes of a monster. The strength is insufficient, and there is a trace of envy and awe in his eyes.

"That's their shit, no surprise!"

"Brother, but I scolded my brother!" Yan Hu pretended to be unhappy and patted Mo Yun on the shoulder. The latter shook his head and replied, "You are my friend of Mo Yun, so naturally you are not among them!"

He looked at the flat ground in front of him, and turned to look at the Fan Xin of the Wuwei Palace, his eyes were sharp, and his sharpness was revealed: "Fan Xin, but that's it!"

After finishing speaking, he stepped straight on, the most proud of the audience, and shouted: "I, Mo Yun, am here, who dares to fight?"

The strong murderous intent and ferocious aura have long since subsided, like a silent volcano. The cyan figure stood proudly, looking down in all directions, and for a while, the audience was silent.

It was a long time before a ninth-order swordsman had the courage to come out and stand opposite him.

Looking at this ninth-order swordsman, Mo Yun secretly said in his heart: It seems that his deterrence is not enough, even the ninth-order swordsman dares to come up and challenge!

Thinking of this, he coldly shouted, "Come on!"

The Frost Desolation Sword suddenly came out of its sheath, the pale golden edge flowed, and the momentum contained in it also exploded suddenly, pressing towards the ninth-order swordsman. This momentum contains the consciousness and will of the strong, and it is even more powerful than the momentum of ordinary sword cultivation.

For ordinary people, the strength of a ninth-order swordsman is not weak, but at this moment, he is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he can't resist in the face of Mo Yun.

"Hmph! The ninth-order swordsman dares to come up and look down on me?" he urged the sword true power in his body, and continued to infuse it, and the Frost Desolation Sword instantly burst into brilliant light, and slashed down with a sword!

This sword turned into a streamer and landed on the ninth-order swordsman.

The ninth-order swordsman died, and the headless corpse fell to the ground with a bang.

From beginning to end, Mo Yun had never looked at it squarely, he silently put away the Frost Desolation Sword, raised his head and asked, "Who will fight me?"

The voice was not loud, and it did not contain much intense emotion, as if asking about a trivial matter. He didn't expect many people to answer, so he just stood quietly and waited quietly.

Kill a ninth-order swordsman with one sword, regardless of the reason. In the ring, there is only life and death!