The three saint-level masters on the other side had already given up the blockade of An'er Moses, but instead distanced themselves from each other, becoming horns, surrounding Yue Mochen, Meng Wujian and the others from afar.

Meng Wujian turned a blind eye to this, and only looked at the lawless and lawless two who had become middle-aged men.

"Why is it just the two of you, innocent?"

Yang Wutian and Yin couldn't change their expressions, and said with grief: "Uncle Shi, the third brother is dead. We didn't protect the third brother well, and we went against Master's explanation......"

Meng Wutian was silent for a long time, and then said with a sigh: "Although I did something wrong, at least I learned to take responsibility, if the spirit of the seventh in the sky can see it, it will be ......

Although his master was picked up by Meng Wujian at the beginning, but later Meng Wujian returned to the Dongyue Continent, but he never met the three of them again, so they didn't know what their master was.

Meng Wujian glanced at the two of them with a complicated expression, and nodded gloomily.

Hearing this, the two of them knelt on the ground again, their eyes red and roared, "Master." ”

This time, Meng Wujian didn't help the two of them up, just watched them vent like this.

After Yue Mochen on the side fed the elixir to Qi'er Moses, he walked to Meng Wujian's side, looking at the two people who were crying bitterly on the ground, and his heart was also very moved.

At this time, Meng Wujian spoke again: "Okay, let's get out of here first and then cry." ”

Yang Wutian gritted his teeth, stood up from the ground, wiped his eyes, and looked at Meng Wujian with a determined gaze.

And Yin couldn't hide his figure directly, but the sound of him snorting was still heard in the air.

Meng Wujian glanced at the air beside him speechlessly, changed the topic and said: "I'll attack, Wutian, protect the young master, no, your palace." Come over here, the little girl with wings. ”......

In normal times, An'er Moses would definitely be furious when someone said this, but she knew that if it weren't for the few people in front of her, she might have fallen here along with her sister, so she didn't insist on the pride of the winged human race, and obediently flew to Yue Mochen's side.

Yue Mochen handed over the Qi'er Moses in his arms to her.

At this time, among the other party, the holy master with the highest cultivation suddenly smiled, brushed the windblown robe on his body with his hand, and chuckled: "Do you want to go?"

"How?"

Meng Wujian also chuckled, and then said, "Do you think that with a few of you, you can still stop us?"

The words were full of madness, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, not to mention the other party, even Yue Mochen, who was standing on the same front, felt a chill behind his back!

This is the essence of the Dugu family?

Even a servant with a foreign surname is so strong, so how strong is the direct clansman? It seems that I still have a long way to go. Yue Mochen thought secretly.

"It's useless to talk too much, stay alive!"

The robe master said angrily, and after speaking, he flew towards Meng Wujian and the others.

In terms of cultivation, he defeated Meng Wujian, but he was despised by Meng Wujian, so he was very unhappy, and the only way to vent this unhappiness was to knock Meng Wujian to the ground!

As soon as he moved, the other two saint-level masters on the side of the end of Nangong also moved at the same time, and immediately after, everyone below the saint level rushed towards Yue Mochen and the others.

"Suffer death!"

The master of the long robe shouted, his clothes flew wildly, and he had already rushed to more than ten zhang in front of Yue Mochen, and with a stab of the long sword in his hand, a fiery red sword spur flew out along the long sword, directly hitting Yue Mochen.

Yue Mochen's legs bent at the same time, and then bounced away, the turf splashed, and his body had already flown backwards.

At the same time, Meng Wujian's body leaned over, and his entire body actually slid out diagonally, directly meeting the master of the long robe.

"A sword slashes through the sky!"

A sword aura like a frightening rainbow appeared out of thin air, swept out of the sword body of Dream Swordless, and blasted directly at the opponent's attack.

In an instant, it seemed that all the spiritual energy in heaven and earth was converging on that line of sword qi, and the surrounding area was a little dry and cold because of the sharp momentum emitted by the sword qi.

The master of the long shirt felt that he was not happy, and hurriedly took out a few more swords, and several sword shadows coincided, resisting the sword qi of Meng Wujian.

With a "boom", the two blows intersected, like a grenade that suddenly exploded, and the turf sand and gravel flew wildly, leaving a deep pit several feet in diameter on the ground.

The saint-level master in the long robe took a few steps back, and he froze his body, looking at Meng Wujian with palpitations.

The other saint-level masters in Nangong Mozhong's hands were even more surprised, they knew very well the strength of the long-robed master, which was definitely the strongest among everyone, and the masked man, who only had a low-level cultivation of the Hundred Tribulations, was able to gain the upper hand in the confrontation?

If it is an ordinary competition, the man in the long shirt is slightly inferior, they can also understand, to their realm, it will naturally be clear that cultivation does not mean a qiē, some people can rely on speed, or strange martial arts, and fight against opponents who are stronger than their own cultivation, without falling behind.

But now, the two people in front of them are pure confrontation!

Meng Wujian snorted coldly, and said with a sneer: "Yo, what, don't you want us to die? ”

The master of the long shirt looked at the masked man in front of him, and his heart suddenly sank, this was the first time since he became famous that he couldn't see through the strength of the other party. And from the fight just now, he felt that the masked man had given him a threat of death, and this was the first time he had felt this way.

The masked man is a strong enemy, although his cultivation is not as good as his own, he is definitely a strong enemy that he has never encountered before!

If it weren't for the dignity of the saint-level master, maybe he would have turned around and run away, this guy is too terrifying.

Seeing that several masters on the other side were all fixed in place, Yue Mochen was also relieved in his heart, he felt that he had underestimated Nangong Mozhong, and even more underestimated the power of the royal family.

If he had known that the other party had such a strong lineup, Yue Mochen would have said that he would not have allowed the people of the Eternal Night Mercenary Group to enter the Wanyuan Great Plains, because if it weren't for the help of Meng Wujian by chance, I am afraid that they would have been wiped out at this time.

The three saint-level masters, without involving the Holy Land, I am afraid that this lineup will be enough to sweep away ninety percent of the forces on the Dongyue Continent.

And Yue Mochen's Eternal Night Mercenary Group is just a third-rate force, what can it do to compete with others?

Thinking of this, Yue Mochen was secretly glad that he had met Meng Wujian.

Meng Wujian naturally didn't know what Yue Mochen was thinking, he stared at the robe master tightly, and completely locked his qi.

Although he can gain the upper hand, if he is distracted in battle, the consequences will be unimaginable, after all, the gap between the cultivation of the two is there.

He had to deal with it carefully in order to make everyone retreat, so his gaze stayed on the master of the long robe: "Lawless, lawless, you find an opportunity to take the young master and the two winged girls away." ”

Yang Wutian nodded heavily, his eyes full of determination.

"No, we're going to make them pay!"

Moses said, and immediately took out a sword-hilt-like object from his bosom.