Mo Zhen'er smiled and her eyebrows were crooked, and the little girl happily pulled Mo Yuanke's arm and kept shaking: "Hehe, my brother is here, I don't know if he saw me! Wow, Brother Mo Yun is alone on it, so domineering and majestic, just handsome, this is my brother!"

Mo Yuanke smiled lightly and replied: "This kid seems to have really grown up! I think four years ago, he was still a stubborn boy who needed my protection, but now, he is a crazy demon who is wanton and crazy! Seeing him like this, I am relieved, I no longer need my protection, and now he has really grown up! The funny thing is that he was expelled from the family because of an insignificant guy! Third Elder Mo Yan, hum!"

Mo Zhen'er waved her hand happily, very happy!

In the ring, Mo Yun saw the cute little girl from a distance, and couldn't help but be stunned and felt a little surprised. Immediately laughed, the Mo family is a big family in the ancient cold city, how could there be no disciples to join the Sword Xuan Sect! Mo Zhen'er and Mo Yuanke appeared at this moment, it was not surprising!

He nodded slightly, his expression was gentle, and the corners of his mouth showed a knowing smile. Mo Zhen'er below was even more happy, jumping with joy, and said to Mo Yuanke: "Brother has seen us!

"You girl, do you dare to forget that kid? Look, Zhen'er, your brother is going to be powerful today!"

"Of course, my brother is the most powerful, and no one can beat him!" the little girl said with her head held high.

Situ Yunfeng and the others were still fighting when Mo Yun appeared, and now they finally realized the gap between them, and they couldn't help but feel a little lost, and their expressions were a lot darker. They understood that in this life, they were no longer Mo Yun's opponents. At this time, the cyan figure had already left them behind.

Only Shen Tuhong has high morale, and his eyes are full of fighting spirit and fiery agitation!

Halfway up Wujian Peak, on top of an ancient tree, a white figure stood quietly, a phoenix veil covering her perfect face.

Ming Yuxue's eyes were calm, looking down at the ring below. At this moment, there is not the slightest hint of confusion. Her right hand was kneading unconsciously, her clothes were slowly fluttering, the ink-like green silk seemed to be transparent, swaying with the wind, and on the top of her head, a phoenix hairpin was inserted obliquely.

"The situation on the continent is changing, the catastrophe is coming, the war world is coming, the demons are emerging, there are countless talents, who is the ultimate king? Hehe, is it you? If it weren't for you, Yu Xue would have buried you with his own hands! In Yu Xue's eyes, you are still like an ant! If you don't grow up quickly, how can you survive in a continent where there are countless strong people!"

"Time, it's really running out! Yu Xue, I'm already tired of it!"

"Yu Xue is unwilling, you must not, bury you in Yu Xue's hands! You are my lang, if you die, Yu Xue will also live and die!"

Her figure, no one noticed, it was another gust of mountain wind, and the white figure was never seen again!

There was silence for a long time, and finally one person walked out. After knowing that he was a fourth-order sword master, those who dared to make a move were naturally not low-handed! Those who were not enough to be cultivated by a sword master had already been captured by his momentum and had lost the courage to fight.

"Heavenly Sword Peak, fifth-order sword master, Wei Buping!"

"True Sword Peak, Fourth-Order Sword Master, Mo Yun!"

The next moment, Mo Yun suddenly drank violently, and the Frost Desolation Sword appeared in his hand, and the bloody aura all over his body surged, like a demon god, and rushed out in an instant. He only used one Qi Sea, but his strength was also a true fourth-order sword master.

In the Wujian Cave, he used the qi of the edge to constantly temper his body and his own edge. He believed that even if he didn't cultivate the sword technique of refining the body, his body would be enough to compete. The body of a mortal soldier at the peak is much stronger than that of ordinary sword cultivation. Its own edge has also been repeatedly enhanced and strengthened, and the power of the crimson golden edge has increased by a step compared to before, and the two are not the same.

When his breath was released, the blood mist immediately enveloped a few feet away, and the cold killing intent contained made the enemy shudder. The red-gold edge on the Frost Desolation Sword flowed, and a sword stabbed out. The sharp qi erupted, sharp and incomparable, nearly a meter long, awe-inspiring and domineering, brave and invincible, and incomparable!

"Haha! Kill me!" Every time he fought, Mo Yun became arrogant and boundless, his expression was crazy, and his fighting spirit was soaring, like a mad demon! It was this unparalleled edge and fighting spirit that made his combat power increase, rendering his whole person like a demon god crawling out of hell, crazy and wanton, indifferent and ruthless.

This is his way, the way of fighting!

The fierce sword instantly slashed through the air, and with a sharp sound of breaking the air, it fell in front of Wei Buping's eyes. The latter's gaze froze, he took two steps back, and burst out of his own momentum without showing weakness, and fought back with a sword, and the strength of the fifth-order swordsman was revealed, which was also good!

Mo Yun only burst out with the power of a sea of qi, and he didn't have much advantage!

The two swords collided together in an instant, making a sonorous sound, and a blazing light burst out. The surging sword true power continued to collide, and the red-gold edge flourished for a while, suppressing Wei Buping's silver-white edge.

A touch of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and the power in Wei Buping's body suddenly exploded, the true power of the sword spewed out, and the sharp qi contained in it surged in an instant, rendering it a silver-white color within more than a dozen zhang.

The silver-white edges that filled the space were sharp and cold, constantly cutting the air, and the ripples of the vacuum were visible to the naked eye. The air was twisted and deformed by the force, and a dull crashing sound rang out. Wei Buping shouted with all his might: "Mo Yun, I will defeat you today!"

"Sword skills, Feiyun Sword!"

After a loud shout, the weapon in his hand immediately bloomed, and with a wave, a figurative sword phantom of more than ten zhang appeared, hidden in the clouds and mist, containing infinite killing opportunities!

This is a true sword skill!

The sword shadow paused slightly, and then it fell with a bang, enveloping Mo Yun. The latter's expression remained unchanged, he raised his head slightly, staring at the blow that was faster than lightning, and the battle intent in his eyes was like fire, erupting a scorching light. He held his head high, the Frost Desolation Sword shook, and the corners of his mouth brought a sneer: "Look at how I break it!"

The next moment, the Frost Desolation Sword was surrounded by a red-golden sharp aura, and under the infusion of the sword's true power, it suddenly swung out a sword qi of more than ten zhang!

The power of the sword qi is self-evident! The sword qi is comprehended by the swordsman, but it is undoubtedly inferior to the sword technique! Although the sword qi is condensed and pure, it is not as powerful as the sword technique, and it is much inferior.

However, Mo Yun's sword qi showed a red-golden brilliance, and the sharp aura contained in it should not be underestimated, and it came first, colliding with the sword shadow. There was a muffled sound, and the air was torn apart, and it continued to explode! The two majestic forces did not back down, and burst into brilliant brilliance, and the red gold and silver brilliance each occupied half the sky, competing with each other, and no one would bow their heads.

Wei Buping's sword skills had not yet been disconnected, he sneered, and suddenly increased the output of the sword's true power. The sword shadow suddenly condensed a few points and pressed downward. The sword qi emitted by Mo Yun did not have the support of the true power of the sword, and the follow-up was powerless, and he was powerless to resist at all, and was oppressed by the sword shadow, and fell into the ring in an instant.

"Boom!"

The ring made of gold and iron was hard and indestructible, but at this moment, it was pierced by the sharp sword qi, making a loud noise, and pieces of iron the size of fists burst out.

Both of them did not dodge or dodge, Wei Buping took a step, and the sword shadow stabbed.

Mo Yun smiled slightly, and with the same step, the momentum of his whole body rose by a level, and the light of the Frost Desolation Sword was matchless, and it instantly struck on the sword shadow. The sword shadow is an invisible sword true power condensed out, but it is blocked by the Frost Desolation Sword Grid. The sharp edge brought up a strong wind, which instantly blew his long hair, and the green shirt fluttered back, and the sharp qi cut his skin, making a creaking sound, leaving small white marks.

The incomparably sharp sharp qi could not destroy his body in the slightest! This scene shocked Wei Buping's body, and he looked at Mo Yun in disbelief, his expression was solemn, and the true power of the sword exploded again, pouring into the sword shadow. The latter continued to condense, and a majestic momentum emerged, like a black cloud pressing down and enveloping him.

Feeling the sensation coming from his body, Mo Yun's heart was full of pride: With such a body as a defense, what else do I have to fear! Ordinary attacks, I don't have to care about them at all! Sharp and sharp, in front of it, I have to bow my head! What masters, come on, I just feel that I am not strong enough, only fighting is the way to improve! My blood is still boiling! My sword is still drinking blood!

"Wei Buping, if you know how powerful I am, admit defeat!" A cold cheer sounded, a trace of red light flashed in Mo Yun's dark eyes, and his fighting intent was unrestrained, and all of them broke out. The tiger hidden in the body awakened, and the consciousness of the strong rose, forming a faint oppressive force that radiated to the surroundings.

Everyone present felt this suppression, and their expressions were different! When this oppression appeared, some sword masters really paid attention to it, they were high-level sword masters, and they still felt the pressure! They naturally heard the rumors of Mo Yun killing Fang Wuji, but most of them sneered disdainfully!

What kind of strength is Fang Wuji, that is an eighth-order sword master, a true genius of the sect, except for those demons that cannot be hidden, his strength is already among the best, even if these sword masters themselves, they will not be sure of victory! A fifth-order swordsman, no matter how strong he is, will not be able to defeat an eighth-order sword master! This is a gap across the realm, how can it be easily erased!

But now, they had to face up to it, in the past three years, they had broken through to the fourth-order sword master, what kind of cultivation speed was this? Except for Wang Xuan, who suddenly appeared, who could compare?

These arrogant high-level swordsmen lowered their heads and truly admitted that Mo Yun was a real demon and had the strength to fight with him!

Mo Yun held the sword in one hand, resisted the sword shadow, his expression was indifferent, his left hand instantly exploded, and a pale cyan light and shadow flew out towards Wei Buping like lightning.

"Sword skills, instantaneous wind!"

The speed of the instantaneous wind was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had already flown in front of Wei Buping. The latter's face changed dramatically in an instant, the speed of the instantaneous wind was almost beyond human cognition, and he could reach such a speed, the grade of his sword skills was destined to be not low, so he couldn't afford not to pay attention to it!

The power under his feet exploded, and he moved nearly a foot in an instant, almost avoiding the instantaneous wind, and the fierce aura contained on it made him feel a crisis. Avoiding the instantaneous wind, the crisis is even more intense, almost as if facing death.

In the midst of his busy schedule, the corner of his eyes swept away, and his soul suddenly flew out of the sky, cold sweat instantly wet his clothes, and he watched the green light and shadow approach, losing the space to hide. The sword shadow controlled in his hand was also distracted, lost its brilliance, and almost collapsed!

Death is so close! In the next moment, it is possible to be pierced through the body, this is facing a crisis of life and death, Wei Buping is powerless to resist! If it is a duel between life and death, his fate is already doomed!

Fall is his destination!