"You can't kill him, he's ......"

Gongsun Zi was shocked, he knew Mo Rebellion's character best, and naturally knew that the opposite direction could be said and done, just about to speak, only to see a sudden burst of killing intent in Mo Rebellion's eyes, his body shook violently, a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, and he retreated a hundred meters to stabilize his body, and he was suddenly injured.

"I don't care who you are, Blood Shadow is the disciple of the Great Elder of my Demon Monarch Mountain, if he dies, you must die, even if your elders come here, there is nothing to say!"

Mo Yi stared at Xiao Fan closely, and the endless killing intent pressed him, but Xiao Fan could not be chaotic in the face of danger and not change his face, but this concentration was not something ordinary people could do.

Xiao Fan was still not to be outdone, staring at the other party, although his strength was invincible among the martial artists of the Xuanling Realm, and the half-step Gathering Top Realm martial artists could also fight, but they had no chance of winning in the face of the real Gathering Top Realm martial artists, not to mention that they were facing a genius who was seen once in a thousand years in Demon Monarch Mountain.

"What an elder has nothing to say here!"

A voice sounded, only to see a light flashing in the sky, and instantly came to the front of everyone, but it was a man in green clothes with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, calm and relaxed, he was like a peerless sword hidden in the scabbard, although hidden in the scabbard, it was difficult to hide his brilliance and sharpness.

"Cheng Haoshu!"

Mo Yi stared at the man in Tsing Yi, and his murderous eyes vaguely revealed a bit of fighting intent.

"Mo Wei!"

The man in Tsing Yi did not show weakness, and looked at the murderous Mo as if he were nothing.

Xiao Fan was also slightly surprised, this man in Tsing Yi himself also knew, it was Cheng Haozhuo's predecessor who instructed him to cultivate in the Wujian Pavilion of the Southern Sword Kingdom, although he had already guessed that he must also be a disciple of the Holy Sword Sect, but he was still surprised to see an acquaintance at this time.

"He's your disciple!"

Mo Yi locked the murderous aura on the body of the man in Tsing Yi and said.

"Don't mess up the ranks, otherwise you will be scolded by my master, he is my master's little disciple who has just entered the door, my seventh junior brother!"

Cheng Haojun shook his head and said.

"What an old Sword Saint's disciple!"

Mo Yi's pupils shrank, and he looked at Xiao Fan again. Originally, I thought that Xiao Fan was just a disciple of an elder of the Holy Sword Sect, in that case, even if he was killed to pay for the blood shadow's life, the Holy Sword Sect would never embarrass him, and he would definitely be able to give the Blood Demon King an explanation when he went back.

But he didn't expect that he was the disciple of the old sword saint, so Xiao Fan couldn't talk about it the same day, even if Cheng Hao didn't come to protect Xiao Fan, if he knew his identity, but he didn't dare to touch him, the old sword saint's fiery temper Mo Wei had also heard of it a little, if it really angered him, but he didn't care about the outcome of the battle, and even single-handedly killed the Demon Monarch Mountain to settle accounts with himself, such a heavy consequence is not something Mo Yi can afford.

"Now that you know, don't you go back, wait until the arrival of my Holy Sword Sect's brigade, maybe there will be a few people who don't have me to talk to, and you may be left in the Holy Sword Sect for a few days, and then your master will have to come to pick you up in person!"

Cheng Haojun snorted coldly.

"What you're saying is, I'm leaving!"

Mo Yi nodded, and wanted to turn around and leave, but he suddenly looked back, and a hand knife slashed out, condensing into a sharp knife qi, and it appeared in front of Xiao Fan in an instant.

Cheng Haojun was naturally prepared, and at the moment when the sword qi was approaching, he was already in front of Xiao Fan's body, and his two fingers were together, stirring together with the sword qi, shattering the sword qi.

"Mo Wei, you are a smart person, you have to consider the consequences when doing things, within the sphere of influence of our Holy Sword Sect, if you hurt my disciple of the Holy Sword Sect, do you think you can leave safely?"

Cheng Hao's sword frowned, and anger was also written all over his face.

"Cheng Haoshu, the last time you and I fought was seven years ago, when I was only eighteen years old, and I was first promoted to the Gathering Top Realm, I was not as good as you at that time, and now that seven years have passed, I want to try how much progress you have made over the years!"

Mo rebelled into a black robe without wind, his long black hair swayed in the wind, his pupils revealed a strong fighting intent, and a long black knife had been transformed in his right hand, and the blade was shiny, exuding a fierce murderous aura.

"If you want to fight, I'll accompany you!"

Cheng Haoshu is like a divine soldier with a sword, his edge is exposed, and the sword intent against the sky rises to the sky, forming a confrontation with the murderous aura of Mo Rebellion, and there is a trend of needle tip against wheat mang.

Seven years ago, the two had a fight, when Mo Yi had just advanced to the early stage of the Juding Realm, his self-confidence was surging, and by chance, he challenged Cheng Haotong, at that time, Cheng Haojun was nearly ten years older than the other party, and his cultivation had also reached the beginning of the Juding Realm for a period of time, and the strength was far from being comparable to the martial artists who entered and exited the Gathering Ding Realm, but at that time, the two still fought a hundred moves, and finally Cheng Haojun barely won.

Now that the cultivation of the two of them has reached the peak of the middle stage of the Gathering Top Realm, it is unknown who wins and who loses, although Mo Wei is known as the peerless genius of the Demon King Mountain once in a thousand years, but Cheng Haotong can be accepted as a disciple by Jian Yinzi, and his cultivation talent is naturally excellent, although Mo Wei has made rapid progress in seven years, and his cultivation is already equivalent to Cheng Haotong, but Cheng Haotong is still ten years older than him, and his strength is still strong, and it is not yet known who wins and who loses.

"Demon Slayer Blade!"

Mo Wei raised his knife and slashed, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, and the violent aura spread suddenly, like a group of demons dancing wildly, and a black knife directly tore the sky and slashed away.

"Blue Light Sword Technique!"

Cheng Haozhuo shook his wrist, and a pure cyan light transformed into his hand, which was actually a cyan sword, and the sword qi flowed abruptly, turning into a sword more than 100 meters long, which was slashed down in the air, and slashed together with the amazing black sword.

Rumble!

The sky seemed to collapse, and the earth-shattering sound made everyone still fall backwards, and some disciples of the Holy Sword Sect who had a slightly lower cultivation even bled from the corners of their mouths, and their bodies shook violently.

Mo rebelled against the robe and stepped into the sky with a knife, with each step, his murderous aura increased by one point, and after thirteen steps in a row, his murderous aura reached its peak, and the murderous aura was integrated into the knife momentum, his battle suddenly increased several times, and his long hair danced wildly, like a heavenly demon, unstoppable.

"Glauder!"

The sword technique cultivated by Cheng Haoshu is also one of the top swordsmanship of the Holy Sword Sect, integrating the fast sword style of the perfect artistic conception into the swordsmanship, the cyan sword light is faster than the lightning, I saw him turn into a cyan sword light, moving instantly, and each flash is hundreds of meters away.

Mo Wei slashed out, even the space was trembling slightly, almost collapsing and cracking, it was already a little beyond the strength of the Gathering Top Realm martial artist, it was not suitable to fight head-on, Cheng Hao flashed, he easily dodged it, and a sword cut up obliquely, stabbing at Mo Wei from the side.

Mo Yi's face remained unchanged, and he swung his sword to meet it, and the powerful knife momentum shattered the cyan sword and slashed it down, but the blue light dodged again, but it was empty.

Cheng Haotong flashed in the air, turning into more than a dozen cyan sword rays and stabbing at the same time, only to see Mo Yi's face solemn, and the knife momentum suddenly turned into a black ball.

These dozen cyan swords were also sharp to the extreme, and the black sphere was cut in an instant, Mo Yi's face was more dignified, and the speed of the knife was also much faster, and these dozen swords were stirred together, but he still lost some, and a cyan aftermath broke through Mo Yi's defense and slashed towards his neck.

Mo Yi turned his head sideways suddenly, and Yu Mang brushed his sideburns, cutting off a strand of his long hair, fluttering in the air.

"Demon Slayer Dance!"

The murderous intent in Mo Wei's eyes was even heavier, he raised his knife abruptly, and a violent aura swept the entire world like an overwhelming world, like a huge tornado.

Although the aura was violent, the cyan figure that Cheng Hao had turned into still stood calmly in mid-air, and the wind blew, and it was separated by the sharp sword qi in order to get close to the body.

Mo Yi held the knife in both hands, the whole person was like a mad demon dancing, his speed increased sharply, compared to the vast blue light flash, it was not much better, and he approached the other party in an instant, and the two fought fiercely together.

Bell Bell ......

The fierce battle between the two was extremely fierce, and the speed was so fast that ordinary people could not fathom, and the two had been fighting for dozens of rounds in an instant.

Zheng!

In another confrontation, the two separated and stood a hundred meters at each other.

Mo Yi looked at the sleeve of his left arm that had broken a gap, and his skin was also injured by sword qi, and there was a slight bloodstain.

Cheng Haoshu's face turned pale in an instant, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath suddenly withered.

"How about Cheng Hao, you lost!"

Mo Wei condensed the pride of who I will take between his eyebrows, and shouted.

"I can't imagine that your strength has reached such a point in just seven years, and I am convinced of losing!"

Cheng Haoshu is also a frank person in his heart, and he doesn't have much unwillingness, so he let out a long breath and said.

"It seems that the Holy Sword Sect is nothing more than that, your strength has not made much progress in seven years, I can't help but disappoint me a little, this time I challenge you, next time I will challenge your fifth senior brother Yu Haochang, and after I step into the anti-virtual realm, I will challenge your fourth senior brother Ling Hushuang, in short, I will defeat the people of your Holy Sword Sect one by one, not only your Holy Sword Sect, but all the eight major sects I will challenge, I want to be the first in the world!"

Mo is arrogant and arrogant, but naturally he also has arrogant capital and talent, he is known as a genius who meets once in a thousand years in Mojun Mountain, and when he debuted, he never put anyone in his eyes.

Cheng Haojun didn't talk, but secretly operated the true yuan and recovered from his injuries, after all, Mo Wei is a madman with no one in his eyes, maybe he will take a shot at Xiao Fan next, so he naturally has to recover his strength to protect Xiao Fan.

"Cheng Haoshu, since you lose, you are not qualified to talk to me, stand aside, and then I will settle accounts with your junior brother!"

Mo Yi once again locked his eyes on Xiao Fan and said.

Cheng Haoshu's face changed drastically: "Mo Wei, you are not allowed to mess around, Senior Brother Xiao Fan is the master's favorite disciple, if something happens to him, he will definitely be furious, and the consequences at that time are not something you can bear!"

"Are you threatening me, don't forget that you are my defeated man!"

Mo Yi's face narrowed, and a violent killing machine was pressing.

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