"Senior Brother Song is dead! Oh my God, he killed Senior Brother Song with a sword, who is he? ”

"That's Uncle Wu's Dragon Sword! He is Uncle Wu's apprentice! ”

"Hanging Sword Mountain? That first-to-last garbage sect can cultivate such a character? ”

It doesn't matter if the sect is garbage, but once you sit in the penultimate position, you can't attract attention.

Hanging Sword Mountain is the most rubbish one among the sects under the jurisdiction of the disciples of the Immortal Peak Holy City.

It's so garbage that no one else remembers the second-to-last and third-to-last sects, but it's the penultimate one, and outsiders can call it out with one mouth.

Seeing that it was the disciple of Hanging Sword Mountain who would make a big appearance every time in the past and killed Senior Brother Song, everyone else was stunned in place, unable to believe what they saw in front of them.

You must know that even Wu Jianzi can hardly say that he can kill him in one move against Senior Brother Song, not to mention that it is a disciple of Wu Jianzi who makes the shot.

The miscellaneous fish that can't even sense the slightest fluctuation of vitality in his body actually has the strength to kill the Xuanwu Realm in one move?

They couldn't sense the vitality in Mu Fan's body, which was the reason why Mu Fan was depressed.

These days, he used the elixir refined by Huilong Grass, but the result was still unable to stimulate the vitality to react.

Mu Fan, who had been busy for a while, was in a mood when he was irritable, and suddenly ran into this group of idiots coming to look for death, which happened to give Mu Fan a cathartic goal.

His strong physique allowed him to use his sword at a speed comparable to that of martial arts by his strength alone.

His physical ability far exceeded the level of the Xuanwu Realm, and the attack speed he used to display his physique naturally far exceeded that of the martial artists of the Xuanwu Realm.

It's not surprising that these guys in front of him can't see his movements clearly.

"Hahaha! Unexpectedly, this time the Immortal Summit Martial Arts and alchemists participated! I don't know whose disciple is refining here? How about helping my brother refine a furnace too? ”

While everyone was in horror, a wild laugh fell from the sky.

But when he saw several disciples beside the white-bearded old man Sun Changqing, he laughed and came here.

Seeing that someone in front of them was one step ahead, they yelled in a very arrogant tone: "I Yang Hong occupies this place, and everyone who has nothing to do with it will get out of here!" ”

His big tone naturally caused other people to be dissatisfied.

It's just that there is a more dangerous existence than him at the moment, and the person who came here first just glared at Yang Hong viciously, and no one had any intention of dealing with him.

Yang Hong saw that the situation was a little abnormal, and there was a faint smell of blood wafting in the air, so he withdrew his attention from the fragrance of the elixir, and looked forward along the smell of blood, just in time to see Song Shi with a sword stuck in his throat.

"Song Shi, Senior Brother Song? He was killed? Who did this to you? ”

Yang Hong was frightened, and his face suddenly stiffened.

He knew that Song Shi's strength was definitely above him, and even Song Shi was pierced through his throat with a sword, how could he be this person's opponent?

When he was in doubt, the young junior brother behind him gently stabbed him twice with his finger, and whispered in his ear nervously: "Look at that sword, are you familiar?" ”

Yang Hong turned his head when he heard this, and when he saw the sword, it seemed that it was really a little familiar.

After widening his eyes and taking a closer look, he suddenly gasped and exclaimed, "Tenglong Sword!" He was also killed by Uncle Wu's disciples? ”

Yang Hong was really scared in his heart, and he had seen how Wu Jianzi's disciples had defeated their own senior brothers since the beginning of the competition.

Now that he saw Song Shi die in the hands of that man, he couldn't help but panic in his heart.

He knew that his master had become enemies with Wu Jianzi's master and apprentice, and the order they received was to slaughter Wu Jianzi's apprentice in the competition.

If it weren't for the scene where Song Shi was killed by the other party, they might really besiege Mu Fan without saying a word.

But after seeing Song Shi's death, where did they dare to be arrogant in front of Mu Fan?

Now they wished they had never been here, and everyone kept their heads down, pretending not to see anything, and sneaking away from the back of the crowd.

"Can't see me, can't see me......"

Yang Hong slipped away, muttering in his heart to pray to God and Buddha, praying that Mu Fan didn't see him, and even if he did, he wouldn't recognize him as Sun Changqing's disciple.

"Stop."

It's a pity that the sky doesn't follow people's wishes.

He didn't want Mu Fan to see him, but Mu Fan was not blind, he and his junior brother were three big people, and it was just a swagger to break into this place, and as soon as he came, he drove people arrogantly and arrogantly.

If Mu Fan can't even see or hear this, then his eyes and ears might as well be given to those in need.

A "stop" made Yang Hong's faces stiffen, obviously their hope that Mu Fan didn't recognize them was in vain.

Yang Hong and the others are not stupid, Mu Fan asked them to stop, will they be obedient?

Hearing Yang Hong roar "run", he and his junior disciples immediately used all their skills, turned into bursts of light and rushed to the sky, seizing the way from different directions and fleeing, no one dared to stay and fight with Mu Fan for a move and a half.

"Look for death!"

When Mu Fan was in a bad mood, this group of guys who were looking for fault dared to disobey his orders.

Well, there was no need to show mercy to them, and now Mu Fan has no reason to forgive them.

Mu Fan took a step forward, pulled out the Tenglong Sword from Song Shi's throat, and threw it towards Yang Hong like a dart.

Under the blessing of the body of the Nine Turns Golden Body Technique, the Tenglong Sword was like a meteor that had been illuminated, with a long silver tail, and stabbed Yang Hong through it with a pop.

Yang Hong hit the sword, and his blood-stained body fell from mid-air.

Then Mu Fan stepped on the ground with his right foot, stirring up a finger-sized amount of rubble in the sky.

"Go!"

With a wave of his big hand, the debris in the sky struck the other three who fled like meteors.

The speed of the Xuanwu Realm was not as fast as a small stone that was slapped away by Mu Fan, and the people who fled in front only felt the terrifying pressure behind them.

Before they could turn around, small stones slammed into their heads, and several heads exploded into a cloud of blood mist on the spot.

"Senior brother, spare my life, I have no grievances with you, it's just that my master's fate is difficult to disobey, I have to go against you, and I won't dare to do it again."

Yang Hong had a big hole in his chest, and when he saw Mu Fan walking towards him, he was so injured that he couldn't stand up and run for his life.

He lay on the ground, panting and begging for mercy from Mu Fan.

However, Mu Fan's face was so gloomy that he picked up the blood-soaked Tenglong Sword from the ground and took it back into the sword box behind him.

The indifferent eyes stared at Yang Hong, who was trembling all over, for a moment, and just said a faint sentence in his mouth: "You are not only pitifully weak, but even disloyal to your master, do you think I don't know that he sent you?" ”

"What is the use of incompetent and unfaithful waste in the world? Die. ”

Let's talk, Mu Fan punched out, directly shattering the opponent's head......