"Senior brother, I am very merciful, which one of the limbs do you choose, I only need to interrupt one. Yao Tianji's triumphant voice came into Jun Ziqian's ears, as if the outcome had been decided.

The ghostly figure revolved rapidly around Jun Ziqian, and Yao Tianji was completely pressing Jun Ziqian.

What everyone in front of the hall said was actually right, Jun Ziqian's physical strength and spiritual power consumed far exceeded that of Yao Tianji, and if this continues, it will definitely be Jun Ziqian who loses.

However, even the obsidian sword and shield dared to bet on Jun Ziqian, how could he not be sure?

"Ha!" A clear whistle sounded, and the gray light around Jun Ziqian's body suddenly flourished, and the aura that was as thick as a mountain suddenly pressed towards the dazzling Tianji who was scurrying around.

"It's just a dying struggle!" Yao Tianji's eyes were contemptuous, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, and his body swept to the back in a fluttering manner, avoiding the oncoming earth and stone spiritual power.

"Snort!" a cold glint flashed in Jun Ziqian's eyes, and a trace of hideousness suddenly appeared on his handsome face.

"Boom!" his wrist reversed, and the tip of the heavy sword pointed downward, slamming into the ground beneath him.

"The ground is cracked!" With a loud shout, Jun Ziqian's eyes flashed, and the earth and stone spiritual power in his body poured into the sword body without reservation.

"Click! click!" A heart-shattering sound sounded, and everyone in front of the main hall was shocked except for Mo Zhiyao and Meng Zhuxi, and they were shocked beyond measure!

With Jun Ziqian as the center, the cobweb-like cracks quickly spread out in all directions, and the hard lapis lazuli slabs spread on the ground were as fragile as a thin layer of paper, shattering into countless stones of different sizes, and the whole square was like a churning angry wave, which was stirred to a mess.

"What!" Yao Tianji was suddenly shocked, his face turned pale, and his previous pride had long since disappeared. The ground canopy emitted an all-pervasive furious force, so that he had no place to stand, like a lonely boat in the angry sea, swaying.

"What kind of exercise is this!" Yao Tianji's heart was filled with horror like a monstrous wave, and the soles of his feet stomped on the ground, jumped up, and jumped into the air. The sound of Jun Ziqian's words came from his ears, which made Yao Tianji's already pale face a little pale, and his whole body was like falling into an ice cave, and a chill surged from his heart.

"Senior brother, I'll see if you can still dodge this time!"

Yao Tianji's cultivation in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty was still unable to cross the void in the air, and his body was suspended in the air, but he was not as flexible as he was on the ground before.

"Give me death!" Jun Ziqian roared angrily, his hands clenched the hilt of the sword with force, his arms suddenly rose, the majestic and vast fierce force was like an erupting volcano, and the debris like a torrential rain rose into the air, enveloping the dazzling sky!

Before the ground crack, Jun Ziqian could only cut out a chasm, but now the cultivation is improved, although it is only a human pattern, but the power is not the same, plus the obsidian sword and shield are promoted to the spirit weapon level, this type of earth crack sword technique, burst out of unprecedented terrifying power!

"No!" Yao Tianji roared, his arms protected the front of him, and his aura was released, and he did his best to protect himself. However, the power of his golden spirit is not good for attack, and it is basically useless against the fierce earth spirit power like a terrifying wave.

"Boom!" The thick and fierce earth and stone spiritual power tore apart Yao Tianji's protective qi like a decay, and rolled it into it, like a dead leaf in a tornado, a terrible scream suddenly sounded, and a puff of blood mist erupted from Yao Tianji's mouth as if it was deadly.

"Huh!" Jun Ziqian held the sword in his hand, his body rose vertically, and he jumped above the dazzling Tianji, and his eyes flashed with the ultimate cold killing intent.

"Die!" Jun Ziqian lowered his arms, and his heavy sword was like a meteor falling to the ground, narrowing the power of destroying the world, and slashing down!

"Stop!" Yao Wumang, who was furious, threw Yao Tianxuan in his arms to the snow dust beside him, and suddenly rushed out of the main stand, and rushed straight to Jun Ziqian in the field, and the elders behind him also pounced together!

"Boom!" The monstrous bloody murderous aura instantly filled the audience, the long hair on the back of his head danced wildly, his eyes were as red as blood, a bloody pupil black Jiao hovered up, the red long stick in his hand was obliquely at his side, and a terrible howl sounded between the waves, Mo Zhiyao's anger surrounded his body, and his expression was cold in front of Yao Wumang's body.

"Mo Zhiyao, get out of the way for the old man!" The son's life and death were on the line, Yao Wumang's eyes were about to split, the killing machine was surging, and the iron fist was like thunder, and it suddenly bombarded Mo Zhiyao.

"Wow!" A breathtaking roar sounded, Mo Zhiyao didn't answer, and the long stick of the Jiaojiao narrowed the power of wind and thunder, and it collided with Yao Wumang!

"Boom-"

"Ahh

The thunderous crash and the terrible screams rang out at the same time, and circles of air ripples visible to the naked eye swept across the square like terrifying waves, and the ground, which had been ravaged beyond recognition, was as miserable as if it had been trampled by a giant beast.

"Bang!" Yao Tianji's corpse fell from the sky to the ground, falling among the rubble on the ground, the sternum collapsed, blood spurted out from the wounds all over the body, and the breath in the mouth could only enter and exit, and there was no life at all.

At the same time that Mo Zhiyao stopped Yao Wumang, Meng Zhuxi followed, standing behind Mo Zhiyao, with a jade hand, the void grabbed the Cuiyin staff, and slammed it to the ground!

Countless snake-like, thorny vines burst out of the ground, dancing in the air, making a crisp whipping sound. The whole square suddenly became a sea of green. It seems that the stout or slender thorn vine with spirituality is like a poisonous snake, aiming at Yao Wumang and the people behind him, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"Ahh

The overflowing ferocity dissipated, and a figure retreated, and when they saw this person's face clearly, everyone present took a sharp breath of cold air.

was knocked back, but it turned out to be dazzling!

"What!" The horror in Yao Wumang's eyes was simply incomprehensible, and he looked at the evil and arrogant figure in front of him in disbelief!

"How is it possible? This Mo Zhiyao is so strong!" Yao Wumang's heart was shocked, but what shocked him even more was that Mo Zhiyao's cultivation aura was only in the early stage of Nayuan!

"This, this Mo Zhiyao is the early stage of Nayuan!"

"But he actually repelled the lord of the country! This-this can't be, right?"

"Oh my God, in the early stage of Nayuan, he can actually be tough and return to the early stage of God, and this combat power is too demonic!"

The various sect master elders behind Yao Wumang all had dull faces, their hearts were broken, and they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"Mo Zhiyao, what the hell are you going to do!, I will treat you as a guest, and you will kill my son!" Yao Wumang's face was furious, and his eyes were bloodshot and he roared loudly.

"Lord Yaoguo, if you don't want your Jimang Kingdom to destroy the country, it's best not to be impulsive. Jun Ziqian came from behind, stood beside Mo Zhiyao, looked at Yao Wumang and said coldly.

"Destroy my Jimangguo, boy, you're too crazy, aren't you?" Yao Wumang was so angry that his forehead was bruised, his eyes were full of anger, and he was full of murderous intent.

Until this moment, Yao Wumang didn't understand why Jun Ziqian and the three of them wanted to kill Yao Tianxuan, it was just some small grievances in the past, and it was not like this at all.

Slowly, he didn't even expect this to be the result when the snow fell into the dust, and he was so shocked that his steps were unsteady, and he could barely stand thanks to the support of the maid beside him.

"Little brute, if you dare to kill my son, I will peel you and cramp, cut your flesh and remove your bones!" Seeing her son's tragic death, Baguio Ji instantly collapsed, her emotions were out of control, and she wanted to pounce like a madman, but was tightly held by the guards around her.

"Hmph!" Mo Zhiyao's eyes narrowed, he snorted coldly, his blood-colored eyes scanned the audience, and the bloodthirsty killing intent was surging!

The entire void became distorted with Mo Zhiyao's cold snort, including Yao Wumang, and everyone's eyes instantly lost their minds!

The magic sound of the soul sweeps the whole square!

The first one to break free was Yao Wumang, but when he came back to his senses, what he saw in his eyes was a wind blade like an arc moon!

Yao Wumang was horrified in his heart, and with a wave of his arm, the oncoming wind blade was unexpectedly fragile and completely vulnerable.

Yao Wumang was wondering to himself, there was a cry of pain behind him, and he hurriedly turned his head to watch, and the scene that came into his eyes made his scalp instantly numb, and his hands and feet were cold!

The ten elders behind him, the ten sect masters, all had a wound on their right arms by a wind blade that passed close to their bodies, and a puff of blood flowers looked so dazzling, and countless thorn vines were wrapped around their bodies, only a finger away from their bodies.

If that wind blade didn't cut through their arms, but their necks, then now, I'm afraid that none of these people would survive except for me. Yao Wumang's body shook violently, and his forehead was instantly covered with fine cold sweat, Jun Ziqian's words just now were not intimidation, that Mo Zhiyao really had such strength!

With his dazzling cultivation, he could see at a glance that the person who performed this sonic exercise just now was Mo Zhiyao!

"Lord Yao, now we can have a good talk, right?" The smile that appeared on Jun Ziqian's face made Yao Wumang extremely cold.

"What do you want?" Yao Wumang clenched his fists, and his joints were white, but he didn't dare to move a little, for fear of causing Mo Zhiyao's misunderstanding.

And those elders and sect masters in the back also woke up at this moment, and when they saw their situation, they were indescribably frightened, and the eyes of the three of Mo Zhiyao were full of deep fear.

"Huh!" A black shadow, as fast as lightning, was so fast that it couldn't even leave an afterimage, but in an instant, a person was grabbed from behind!

"Lord, Lord save me!" The miserable cry resounded throughout the audience, and among the claws of the Shadow Wind Winged Bat, it was Baguio Ji who was grabbing!

"Shut her up!" Mo Zhiyao frowned and said coldly.

"Poof!" A rain of blood fell, Baguio Ji's cheeks were cut raw, and something fell from her mouth, and it was half a tongue!

"Yao Ji!" Yao Wumang's eyes were about to split, his body trembled, the fury in his eyes almost wanted to burn the mountains and boil the sea, looking at Mo Zhiyao and the three of them, he shouted loudly: "Take my wife and kill my son!" If you can't kill me today, I will definitely ask Ling Hongxuan for an explanation!"

"I'll give it to you now!" Mo Zhiyao put the Jiao Jiao on his shoulder, and with a flip of his palm, a primordial spirit appeared in the palm of his hand.