Mo Zhixue, as the son of the sect master Mo Xueleng, is also the first master of the younger generation of the Bloody Clothes Sect, and his cultivation is not weak, and he is already a powerful cultivator in the innate realm.

The elder of the Rakshasa Sect surged with the red true yuan, rushing with an astonishing murderous aura, which was in line with his own true yuan, and the attacking power was extremely strong, and he struck preemptively against Mo Zhixue.

This is a well-known figure in the older generation, who has been famous for many years, and is also quite a strong character in the innate realm, which should not be underestimated.

The strong True Yuan surged, the Rakshasa Sect elder had white hair upside down, his hands were shaped like eagle claws, the majestic True Yuan was condensed, and the body was in harmony, a big eagle spread its wings and flew high, and the sharp claws under its abdomen killed the prey.

He opened and closed wide and killed Mo Zhixue.

But Mo Zhixue's handsome and feminine face was very calm, and a shining long sword appeared in his hand, the cold light flashed, and the innate true yuan emerged, and the momentum was huge.

His body was strange and flexible, his red robe fluttered, and he did not fight hard with the opponent, but quickly flashed in the ring, easily avoiding the opponent's attack, and occasionally left a blood-colored afterimage.

The representatives of the forces present secretly exclaimed, this is the blood shadow body method of the Blood Clothes Gate, which is well-known in the world, and if you have a successful cultivation, you can leave a series of afterimages to confuse the enemy, and Dacheng can condense a sentence of incarnation outside the body, and the strength is not weaker than the deity.

This kind of body is rarely matched even by the major forces.

"Poof-" A blood shadow was scratched by the elder of the Rakshasa Sect, but there was no blood splattered, just an afterimage.

Although the elder of the Rakshasa Sect has strong combat power and cultivates behind him, he has learned the exercises that are indomitable and never retreats, so he is not as flexible as the other party in terms of body method, and he has never been able to hurt Mo Zhixue, which makes him furious, but he is helpless and in a passive situation.

He scratched one afterimage after another, but he didn't even touch half of Mo Zhixue's cold hair, but it looked like Mo Zhixue was playing with a cat and mouse, which made him quite annoyed.

Suddenly, a blood-colored flash sword appeared out of thin air, and Mo Zhixue, the young master of the Bloody Clothes Sect, had a cold face, and a sharp sword was entrained with blood-colored light, and it stabbed straight at the key point of the Rakshasa Sect Elder's face.

The face of the elder of the Rakshasa Sect changed greatly, the other party's speed was too fast, although he had been famous for many years, but the years were short, his qi and blood had weakened, and he had long since lost his peak, and he couldn't dodge, watching the blood-colored lightsaber stabbing over.

Everything in the world is fast and not broken.

Even though the strength of the elders of the Rakshasa Sect was far superior to Mo Zhixue, in the face of absolute speed, there was no way to do anything about it.

A strand of silver hair was cut off by the sword qi and slowly fell, and the blood-light sword stayed on the left side of the Rakshasa Sect's elder's face, stopping to move forward.

A drop of cold sweat cut down the elder's forehead and dripped to the ground, and in the silence of the field, it was resounding differently.

Mo Zhixue withdrew his sword, with a hint of disdain in his cold eyes, and he didn't speak, as if he disdained to talk to his defeated generals, and he didn't make a sound. This made the elders of the Rakshasa Sect blush, a little embarrassed, although they were very annoyed, but they were inferior in front of so many people, and they had nothing to say, so they could only leave with their sleeves indignant, and left directly without even saying goodbye.

Regarding the departure of the elders of the Rakshasa Sect, Mo Zhixue looked very arrogant and disdainful, and clasped his fists and said to the representatives of the forces present: "The juniors hope to have a battle with the representatives of the seniors, which seniors can not play?"

Regarding the arrogant expression of this young sect master Mo Zhixue, although all the representatives of the forces present frowned and were very unhappy, but even the representative elders of the Rakshasa Sect couldn't beat it, wouldn't they be even more aggrieved when they went down, unless it was the Heavenly Gate on behalf of Elder Yin, this old guy was unfathomable, and no one knew his depth.

Just when some representatives of the forces were silent, Qianyue's sudden figure flashed and appeared directly in the ring.

Qianyue hugged her fists, with a harmless gentle smile on her delicate face, and said, "I want to challenge the young master Mo Zhixue, whether the master of the young sect can face it." ”

Mo Zhixue looked at this Qianyue, although his eyes had a cold killing intent, but there was a Tianmen elder here who did not dare to assassinate without permission, and he was quite jealous, but he had no eyes in the sword, and he might be able to accidentally kill this wild species if he brought it down.

Thinking in his heart, he had a fake smile on his face, and he also hugged his fists and said: "This is naturally okay, but you may not be able to control your strength later, and you will hurt your brother, don't blame me." ”

Good fellow, you actually took the opportunity to hit me hard.

"This one to each other. Qianyue said the same.

"Blood Shadow-" As soon as Mo Zhixue made a move, he cast the blood shadow body technique of the Blood Clothes Gate, which was as fast as lightning, and a fierce blood-colored sword light with a cold killing intent directly hit the heart of Qianyue, leaving a blood-colored afterimage.

The representatives of the forces were in an uproar, and everyone could see that this young master of the blood-clothed sect had actually made a heavy hand, and that killing intent was almost undisguised.

He actually wanted to kill that Tianmen boy, wasn't he afraid of offending Tianmen?

The master of the Bloody Clothes Gate was on full alert, beware of the Yin Elder of the Heavenly Gate, and could not let him stop this "exchange". Elder Shang Ruoyin made a move, he would stop it at the first time, even if he angered the Heavenly Gate, he was not afraid, because the sword had no eyes, and it was in their hands.

It's just that he doesn't know that Tianmen is the first in the world, and no one can control it, even if it is reasonable, this world is whoever has the biggest fist and who speaks.

However, Elder Yin had an indifferent face, and he didn't seem to be afraid that Qianyue would be killed by "accident", which would make everyone confused.

Mo Zhixue's figure was so fast, he came to Qianyue in the blink of an eye, and the blood-colored sword pierced into the opponent's chest without any barrier, and it seemed that he had seen the other party's bleeding and frightened look, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise an arc.

It's just that there was no blood stains on Qianyue's body, and then quickly dissipated, Mo Zhixue was suddenly startled and exclaimed: "Afterimage?"

"Not bad. ”

An indifferent voice sounded behind him, and he saw that the young man had already appeared behind him at some point, not only the delegates, but even Mo Xueleng, the master of the Bloody Clothes Sect, didn't see clearly how he appeared.

His speed was so fast, unbelievably fast, that even Mo Xueleng, a super powerhouse in the Demigod Dao Valley, couldn't see it clearly.

Mo Zhixue is worthy of being the first person of the younger generation of the Bloody Clothes Sect, and in the blink of an eye, he reacted, and the majestic true yuan emerged, condensing a fierce wolf, fighting towards Qianyue with his teeth and claws, and a sharp sword in his hand also quickly slashed back.

"Insect carving skills. ”

Qianyue snorted coldly, and her snow-white slender palm was raised and waved violently.

"Poof-" The congenital condensed tofu is as fragile as a beat, and it is vulnerable to a blow. The palm strength seemed to be a hurricane, extremely fierce, breaking the sword, and slamming into Mo Zhixue's body, immediately seriously injured him and vomiting blood, and his right hand holding the sword was directly fractured, and it flew away.

The entire hard arena under him was half broken up, and the rubble splattered.

Everyone was shocked, they didn't expect this seemingly harmless boy to be so powerful, unusual horror, worthy of being the representative of Tianmen.

"Xue'er-" Mo Xueleng saw his son vomiting blood and fell to the ground, he looked extremely angry, and his body exuded a terrifying aura and a terrifying murderous aura, so he wanted to come to the rescue and kill Qianyue.

The respected elders sitting next to him were also angry and wanted to take action.

But there was a faint voice beside him, which had to make him suppress the angry and murderous aura in his body: "Master Momen, you don't want to make a move, right? ”

It was Elder Yin who spoke, he looked at Mo Xueleng, and he also exuded a trace of terrifying aura, so that the other party had to stop, and that aura made Mo Xueleng feel dignified. The Heavenly Gate representative in front of him was at least a powerful cultivator of the Demigod Dao Valley, and he was not much weaker than him.

If he wanted to defeat this Heavenly Gate Elder, he was not very sure.

Therefore, he could only sit back in resignation. The words that had just been uttered could not have been fulfilled so quickly, and they were fulfilled in his own son.

Qianyue leaned in front of Mo Zhixue, condescending, as if looking down at the ants, and said in a cold tone: "Vulnerable!"

"You-" Mo Zhixue was so angry that he vomited blood.

"Mo Zhixue, the young master of the Bloody Clothes Gate, you were invincible back then, but you remember that you seriously injured me with one move, and even sent your subordinates to chase and kill me for 3,000 miles, causing me to fall into the bottomless abyss for nine deaths. But I am also very grateful to you here, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and because of this, your cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. Now I'm not afraid even if it's your dead daddy. ”

Mo Zhixue's handsome and feminine face was extremely frightened, and he vomited blood without money in his mouth, and said, "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing, you just want to know where Yi Wu is now?" Qianyue has always wondered why she hasn't seen Yi Wu appear since she came here.

She ...... She's missing. Mo Zhixue said in a frightened voice.

"Missing?" his eyes narrowed, with a terrifying murderous intent, as if he was about to kill someone in the next moment, "Are you lying to me? Or do you think I'm stupid?

"It's true, I didn't lie to you, this woman disappeared shortly after you were hunted down by my men, but I didn't even hold her little hand, I searched all over the continent and didn't find her. The young master was so frightened that he almost didn't swear by the sky.

Qianyue was puzzled, and it didn't look like he was lying.

Yi Wu turned out to be missing.

Could it be that Yi Wu is really the same as he imagined, he didn't sell himself for glory and wealth, he had his own hardships, but he couldn't say it.

Suddenly, Mo Zhixue, who was lying on the ground, took advantage of Qianyue's thoughts, grabbed the broken sword that was broken in two on the ground, and stabbed it into Qianyue's heart.

The representatives of all forces were in an uproar, this young master of the blood-clothed sect was really despicable, and Mo Xueliang showed a smile, by the way, take the opportunity to kill that bastard.

"Hmph, kill yourself. ”

Mo Zhixue is fast, but Qianyue is faster, grabbing the broken sword blade with one hand, his skin is as hard as steel, and ordinary divine weapons can't cut through it, no matter how hard the other party tries it, he can't break away.

"Poof-" Qianyue kicked out, and her incomparable strength directly turned Mo Zhixue into a cloud of blood mist, and she couldn't die anymore.