Looking at such a scene, Wang Xiong's pupils shrank and he took a deep breath, thinking in his heart that this son was unfathomable, so terrifying.

His lion's roar is not something that ordinary people can bear, even if it is a foundation building monk, he will not take it unscathed like the man in front of him.

At this time, Wang Xiong began to calm down, and he looked at the man in front of him vigilantly.

He said fiercely to Mo Zhe: "Who is Your Excellency, you have set up such an enchantment in my Falling Sun City, this is to kill tens of millions of people in my Falling Sun City, what do you want to do, if you don't give an explanation today, don't think about leaving here." ”

Wang Xiong had already decided that the other party was also a Jindan period monk, but he had never seen this person. He knew all the monks of the Jindan period in Zhao Kingdom, even if it was the neighboring countries, and he knew about the Jindan period among them. Looking back on the memories in my mind, the only thing is that there is no man in front of me.

Mo Zhe put down the cup in his hand, stood up easily, and moved his body by the way.

Looking at Wang Xiong standing in the sky, he said casually: "In the early stage of Jindan, you must be Wang Xiong, the city lord of Sunset City." Although Mo Zhe spoke casually, his indifferent eyes were like looking at an ant.

And Hu Yuwei and the five people stood aside and didn't dare to speak, and the coercion released by the Jindan monks at will was not something that they, the foundation building monks, could bear. They were already using their mana to resist Wang Xiong's coercion.

This is the difference between the Zhuji Monk and the Jindan Monk, just like a world apart, they are not at the same level of strength.

But Hu Yuwei and the five of them were not afraid, even if they were the Jindan monks in Sunset City, because their pavilion master was right in front of them, and they didn't know how powerful the pavilion master was.

But it is rumored that the old man who often follows the pavilion master is a Jindan period monk, but he is also in awe of the pavilion master, and he dare not imagine how powerful the pavilion master is.

Wang Xiong naturally felt the other party's indifferent expression, but he was very annoyed, like a strong man in his Jindan stage cultivation, everywhere he went, he was in the limelight, and he didn't dare to disobey what he said. Even if he was also a Jindan period monk, he had never seen him look like this, as if he was looking at an ant.

"Young man, then let the old man teach you what etiquette is. Wang Xiong was furious, looked at Mo Zhe and shouted.

After saying that, Wang Xiong moved, his speed was very fast, and even Hu Yuwei could only see Wang Xiong's afterimage. This is the strength of the Jindan period monks, in the eyes of the foundation building monks, they are like powerful existences, and even their figures may not be able to see clearly.

"Ding...... Bite. ”

The sound of weapons clashing sounded.

"Huh. ”

Mo Zhe smiled, his fingers tightly gripping the sword that was coming at him. Looking at Wang Xiong, who was gritting his teeth and would not slash at Mo Zhe's fingers no matter how hard he tried, he said disdainfully: "Wang Xiong, one of the top ten masters of Zhao Kingdom, I didn't expect your strength to be so weak, I originally thought that I could have a good fight, but unfortunately I wasted my expectations." ”

Hearing Mo Zhe's words, Wang Xiong did not answer, and covered his weapon with mana.

Flames burned on Wang Xiong's weapon, and Mo Zhe casually let go of the finger that gripped the blade.

Wang Xiong immediately distanced himself from Mo Zhe and flew in the air.

Wang Xiong was also very angry about Mo Zhe's ridicule, but the opponent's strength fell into the inferior position in the preliminary test just now, and he lost the preliminary confrontation, which made Wang Xiong very annoyed.

Wang Xiong said: "Don't kid, speak wildly, today I will let you see the power of the top ten masters of Zhao State." ”

After speaking, Wang Xiong took out a piece of his magic weapon from the storage ring, which was a cyan machete, which emitted a flame-like firelight, and the surrounding air was burned by the heat emitted by his knife.

The temperature can be imagined, even the air is burned.

Now Hu Yuwei is standing behind Mo Zhe, although it is okay, the other party's coercion has been put down a lot, but it is different when Wang Xiong takes out the machete.

The heat is too high, even if a few of them use mana to resist such heat, they will make themselves sweat and sweat.

Mo Zhe's forehead also appeared sweat once, but it quickly returned to its original state, as if he was impatient, Mo Zhe waved his arm slightly. There was a chill around.

The cold air covered Wang Xiong's heat, forming frost around Wang Xiong, forming a thick layer of ice.

I can't believe that even the air is burning with a flame just now. Now he was forced to stop by the cold air released by Mo Zhe's light wave.

It can even be said that Mo Zhe's cold is even better, and the terrifying heat emitted by Wang Xiong's flame is completely defeated by Mo Zhe's extreme cold with the power to destroy the withering and decaying.

Even the machete that Wang Xiong took out now has a layer of frost.

"Atrii ......"

Hu Yuwei sneezed on such an occasion.

She looked at the pavilion master in front of her embarrassedly, afraid that the other party would make trouble for her.

At this time, Hu Yuwei said in her heart: "You can't blame her! It's too cold." ”

How could she, a foundation-building monk, stand it?

The sudden heat just now made Hu Yuwei feel uncomfortable, and now all of a sudden her own pavilion master has another set of cold, how can she stand it!

"Giggles......

Hu Yuwei stood and gritted her teeth and ate, her whole body trembling.

Fortunately, Mo Zhe didn't see it and didn't pay attention to Hu Yuwei.

The green fox on the side, her hands were sweating, and Hu Yuwei's moment really scared her just now, for fear that the pavilion master would not be good. But fortunately, the pavilion master didn't care.

If the one of the five foxes who cares about Hu Yuwei the most is the green fox, then the other three foxes do not have such a good relationship with Hu Yuwei.

At this time, the three of them looked at Hu Yuwei with fierce eyes, and just now, they even had the heart to kill Hu Yuwei.

Seeing the situation behind him, Mo Zhe seemed to act as if he hadn't seen it, and the cold qi released from his body did not decrease, but was still increasing.

Sure enough, the cold was getting stronger and stronger, and the surrounding frost formed a thick layer again.

Hu Yuwei couldn't stand it anymore, and even the mana she used couldn't withstand Mo Zhe's cold.

Wang Xiong, his mind is solemn, the strength of the other party is really a bit strong, but why is such a cold atmosphere a little familiar?

More and more like the person in his mind, as if he thought of something, Wang Xiong couldn't believe it and showed an expression like seeing a ghost, and said to Mo Zhe questioningly: "The sky is overcast and cold." ”

"You're the Dark Army, Mozhe. ”

Wang Xiong recognized Mo Zhelai, but he still felt incredible, because in his mind, the person had been dead for more than fifty years, and he looked even younger.

"Wang Xiong, I didn't expect you to recognize me now, it's really disappointing. ”

"I recognized you at first sight. ”

Mo Zhe showed a disappointed expression, as if he was catching up with an old friend.

Hearing the other party admit himself, Wang Xiong couldn't be calmer anymore.

The words just now just wanted to confirm the identity of the other party, but in fact, Wang Xiong hoped that he had made a mistake. But that's the way it is, he's back, and it's supposed to be a dead man.

Seeing that Wang Xiong didn't speak, Mo Zhe continued to speak: "I can't think of it, don't you think I'm not dead, it's strange." ”

"I didn't think I was dead. ”

Mo Zhe began to speak calmly, but the more he spoke, the more excited he became, and even began to show murderous eyes.

"Wang Xiong, do you know how I have lived in the past fifty years?"

"Fifty years, fifty years, fifty years, every day and every night, thinking about revenge, I will give back ten times what you have inflicted on me. I will avenge the hundred thousand brethren of my dark army. ”

"You Wang Xiong can't hide, and they, in the end, I will kill that old thing Zhao Gao with my own hands. ”

Wang Xiong did not refute, and what Mo Zhe said was not wrong.

Mo Zhe was originally the leader of the dark army of Zhao State, a mysterious legion of the dark army, they are not known to the world, that is the last force of Zhao State, as the leader of the dark army, Mo Zhe is the most powerful force of Zhao State. At its peak, there was a mid-stage Jindan cultivator, and three Jindan low-level cultivators.

However, Zhao Gao, the emperor of Zhao State, had been afraid of Mo Zhe for a long time, and after a long time, he finally found an opportunity.

That time the battle was fierce and it took a huge amount of tragedy to wipe out 100,000 people from the bottom of the dark army.

And Mo Zhe was forced by them to commit suicide and jump off the cliff.

Only then did Wang Xiong and others think that Mo Zhe was dead.

Hearing that her pavilion master turned out to be the leader of an army, Hu Yuwei was very shocked. Although I don't know what kind of army the dark army is, I don't need to imagine how powerful it is to be called an army by Zhao State.

As soon as she thought of this, Hu Yuwei began to be complacent, although their Dark Pavilion was established less than fifty years ago, but there was such a powerful Pavilion Master, and the Pavilion Master was still the leader of the Dark Army, so it meant that their Dark Pavilion was also part of the Dark Army. They can also be considered a very powerful force.

Since he knew that the other party was Mo Zhe, although he knew that Mo Zhe's strength was not his ability, Wang Xiong did not think about running away and did not retreat, let alone knelt down and begged for mercy.

Because he knows that he can't run away, the obsession of the other party's revenge has been buried deep in his heart.

This is only a life-and-death war.

"Green Dragon Blade. ”

Wang Xiong called out the name of the machete, and all his spells were unleashed.

On top of the green dragon blade, several spells were applied to enhance the damage of the green dragon blade.

Seeing Wang Xiong take out all his strength, Mo Zhe smiled and said, "If you want to fight with me, it's really beyond your strength." Although Mo Zhe spoke with disdain, he still condensed a strong cold air in his hands.

The cold qi was slowly comprehending, and in the blink of an eye, the kung fu could be seen, and this cold qi condensed into a long cold blade.

The blade emitted a chill of death, and even the air around it began to freeze.

Such a cold blade, as long as it is lightly touched on someone else's body. It won't be long before it's called an ice sculpture.

The two looked at each other, and the battle was about to break out.

They started moving.