At this time, Li Mu's Blood Moon Crazy Knife, the tip of the knife had pierced Yan Yue's waist, but he couldn't get an inch.

"Hmph...... Ignorant children. Yan Yue's waist exerted force, and a pure energy bounced Li Mu away in an instant.

Li Mu was shocked in his heart, he had already estimated Yanyue very high, but he didn't think that his energy use had reached the point where he could receive it instantly.

Yan Yue turned around, "Bright?" There was a sneer of disdain on the corner of his mouth, and with a teleportation, he was behind Li Mu, and before Li Mu could react, he had already lifted it into the air.

"Don't ......," a long roar came from outside the castle.

"Stabbing the ......", I saw flesh and blood flying, and Li Mu had been torn in half by Yanyue.

Yan Yue's eyes were blood-red with rage, staring out of the castle window. A flash of light and shadow had already reached Yan Yue's eyes.

"You ......", the person who came was disheveled, his clothes were tattered, his whole body trembled, and he pointed at Yanyue with his hand.

Yan Yue looked at the person who came, "Ouyang Jian, that's good! ”

Ouyang Jian's eyes were red at this time, and the blood and qi in his body were surging, "My Ouyang family and you have no common hatred. Ah......" At this time, Ouyang Jian's tattered clothes were windless, and his hair was scattered.

"Ah......h The whole castle began to tremble at the sound of his long whistle.

The mountain behind the castle, the sword mound, shook violently at this time, as if shaking in an earthquake.

Seeing this, Yan Yue was terrified in her heart, so she shouted to the black-clothed people, "Go, quickly attack Ouyang Jian." ”

All kinds of sky-splitting artillery crossbows were flipped over by the man in black, and their energy was injected into them, and the crossbows of all the gods fired together and shot towards Ouyang Jian.

Ouyang Jian didn't even have the slightest intention of dodging, and let countless Sky Splitting Cannons attack him, but he was still unmoved.

In Ouyang Jian's long whistle, a bloody light rose from the dark night sky.

Suddenly, a huge crack opened in the sword mound on the mountain behind the castle, and a blood-red sword flew into Ouyang Jian's hand like a blood-stained meteor. The sword is black and glows blood-red, and the gauntlet is carved with intricate magic patterns, which are blood-colored.

This sword is called Moyuan. Legend has it that three hundred years ago, Ouyang Jian's ancestors occasionally obtained meteoric iron outside the sky, and the cold light on the meteorite iron was full of cold light, penetrating people's hearts, and it itself contained infinite energy. So the ancestors of the Ouyang family tried every means to invite the most famous swordsmith of the contemporary era – Yuan Demon.

When the sword was cast, several ancestors of the Ouyang family personally lit the fire, sharing energy and essence into the flames, calcining for seven hundred and forty-nine days, but there was no trace of melting of the meteoric iron outside the sky.

After the sword-casting master Yuan Mo tried a hundred calcination methods, but it was still to no avail, just when he had no choice but to give up the sword-casting, there was a sudden thunder and lightning in the sky, and the Yuan Demon had a whim, using his own body as a conductive cable, triggering the heavenly thunder, before the meteorite was calcined and melted, and the wind and rain thunder and lightning were hammered to build, and this sword was formed.

As soon as this sword was delivered, Yuan Demon became the first sword worshipper, and he smiled and left, turning into the hilt of this sword.

The magic pattern on the gauntlet of this sword is not carved on it by the Yuan Demon, and its magic pattern is natural. When the sword was completed, the thunder and lightning dissipated, the wind and rain stopped, the blood was in the air, and within a radius of ten miles, hundreds of soldiers trembled.

However, on the day the sword was completed, it was also the time when the sword was sealed, and the ancestors of the Ouyang family found that the sword was very heavy, and it had already exceeded a hundred times the weight of the meteorite itself.

And when using the sword, it needs the blood and soul of the user to stimulate the power of the sword, so that the sword becomes light and sharp, otherwise, this sword is a heavy and abnormal mortal iron. Therefore, this sword was regarded as a "magic sword" by the Ouyang family and sealed in the Ouyang family's sword mound.

After thirty years, this sword was taken out again by Ouyang Ancestor Zhongyi, and after overriding public opinion, it opened for the "magic sword".

He put the "magic sword" in the hands of a master. The master used his own essence as a guide, mixed with the blood of the Ouyang family's ancestors, to open the "magic sword".

In honor of the sword-casting master Yuan Mo and the master Tianyuan who opened the sword, he was named "Mo Yuan". Since then, the Moyuan Sword has become the treasure of the Ouyang family.

Yan Yue's face changed in shock when he saw the giant sword in Ouyang Jian's hand, so he hurriedly ordered to attack Ouyang Jian, but he pulled the second eldest of the men in black and almost wanted to escape.

"Run, did you run?" Ouyang Jian waved the long sword in his hand, the magic pattern on the gauntlet was full of blood-red energy, like a fine stream, and then gathered that energy into a single stream, heading towards the tip of the sword.

At this time, if you look closely, the magic pattern on the gauntlet is actually the same as the core magic pattern on the disc, which is exactly the same. One after another, the blood-red energy rioted, and suddenly the man in black suffered countless casualties.

The second child, who didn't know why, grabbed Yanyue, "Big brother, have we died in vain with so many brothers?"

Yan Yue slapped the man in the face and said angrily, "What do you know, I'll block Ouyang Jian for the time being, you flee first." ”

The man pulled Yan Yue, "Big brother, we have to go together, and if we want to die, we will die together, we will fight with him." ”

"Yan Feng, don't be stupid, you run away, just let the eldest brother block you for a while! Saying that, Yan Yue only felt that he couldn't regret it, thinking that he shouldn't have conspired with the tiger and fell for Mu Shaofeng's tricks.

"Elder Mu?" Yan Feng suddenly thought of something, "Big brother, I'll die with you." ”

"Get out of ......" Yan Yue pushed Yan Feng out of the castle with a palm, shouting "Escape ......"

Ouyang Jian saw that someone had escaped from the castle, his body flashed, and after killing several people in a row, a blood-red energy shot out towards the sky of the far shield of Yan Feng, shooting down Yan Feng like a laser.

He turned around again, his face bloody, and his eyes were already red with murder. The castle was full of blood, a bloody wind, and the blood was like a stream, along the stone slabs, bypassing the piles of corpses, and constantly flowing down the next floor. There was a trace of blood in Ouyang Castle, and the leisurely white souls gathered into the Mo Yuan Sword one by one.

When Yan Yue saw that her own brother was killed, fear and anger struck, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of her heart. "Ouyang Jian, you ...... You actually killed my brother. ”

Ouyang Jian stood with his sword in his hand, "Seek skin with the tiger, you are doomed to failure." Come on, don't talk nonsense, I'll use your blood to sacrifice the sword today, I hope your soul can add some strength to the "Mo Yuan". ”

"Do you really want to kill it quickly?"

Anyone has a desire for life, even if there is a person who lives to be 100 years old, even if he is a person who is high, between life and death, in order to survive, it is not normal for him to be able to say such things in his capacity. The tone that seemed simple, but almost pleading, was not that he would die if he didn't want to. Instead, the family's bloodline was passed down to him and Yan Feng had died, and all the burdens were on their shoulders.

Ouyang Jian raised his sword again, integrating his energy into the Mo Yuan Sword Demon Pattern, and when the blood on Mo Yuan turned dark red, he raised the sword high with both hands, the position of the sword's gauntlet was close to his forehead, and a wisp of essence on his forehead merged into the Demon Pattern.

Suddenly, in Ouyang Castle, the blood rolled like boiling water as if it had been summoned, and the essence contained in it swarmed up like a foraging fish, turning into wisps of notes, and gathered towards the Moyuan sword.

At this time, Yan Feng, who was cut down outside the city, was on his thighs, blood was running wildly, he immediately endured the pain, and forcibly stuffed the two pills with his fingers into the hole where he was stabbed by Mo Yuan's sword qi. He couldn't help but scream and limped away. However, the blood inside the thigh seemed to be out of control of energy, and it was still frantically cathartic.