The wind stops, the knife disappears.

Two figures were already blocking the two great masters of the Nether Corpse Sect. One was dressed in black and his eyes were cold. His right palm and five fingers were put together, and there was a sword force waiting to be launched.

One was wearing a purple-clad black robe, and his wild hair made him feel more majestic. A hideous wound from the corners of his eyes to his lips appeared on his face, showing a fierce look.

"Luo Qianpo, Mu Wancheng." Wang Jingyu sighed a little.

Feng Mo's eyes showed a strong interest: "Are these the two strongest old monsters in the Nether Corpse Sect?"

Wang Jingyu nodded: "It's a pity that they do not exist. Based on Hua Wusheng's understanding of it, it can probably reappear 60% or 50% of its power."

"Who are you?" Luo Qianpo clenched his fists with a serious expression.

Feng Mo raised his eyebrows: "Can he react relative to our appearance?"

"Of course." Qin Fan was speaking. He was holding Bu Qibai's hair with one hand and dragging him towards the center of the battlefield where the four people confronted each other.

It was also because of his voice that the five people present all looked at him.

"Boy, do you know that you are provoking the whole evil way!" Mu Wancheng's expression was extremely unruly, and a madness appeared between his eyebrows.

Seeing this, Wang Jingyu shook his head: "The real Mu Wancheng is not this virtue at all, so the false ones are always false."

"So it's very interesting, isn't it? He strengthens his consciousness through self-woven illusions, and even because of this almost endless cycle, his mental power has undergone some transformation.

Not only that, but this illusion has already had a bit of real shadow.”

Qin Fan pulled Bu Qibai up, and his other hand directly covered his head, exerting a little force as his five fingers.

Bang--!

The scattered blood splattered on his face, which made his gentle smile that had been showing look a little crazy.

And the whole world began to tremble, and time seemed to have stopped.

"Although everything here can begin to evolve and promote subsequent natural development based on some sudden changes, too violent conflict will still tear off the unreal side."

Qin Fan seemed very satisfied with this change. After kicking Bu Qibai's body away casually, his eyes were placed on Hua Wusheng, who had already lost his mind.

"Why?" Hua Wusheng looked at the sand floating in front of him, and looked at Mu Wancheng who was motionless in the distance, but only maintained a crazy expression and Luo Qianpo, who looked solemn.

Then he glanced past them and locked on Qin Fan.

After the two of them looked at each other, the trembling world seemed to stabilize, and the sand was slowly moving, but the whole world was in a slow state.

"What are you referring to? Why do you want to kill these seriously injured two people? I have said just now. I will help you, so killing them is just the first step."

"No! You shouldn't be like this!"

"Do you really know what I look like? Didn't we meet for the first time?"

"Yes...it's the first time."

Hua Wusheng was silent, and time had returned to normal, but Luo Qianpo and Mu Wancheng were still standing there stupidly without moving.

"Then the second step, these two people will die."

Qin Fan's voice was very light, as if he was randomly discussing what to eat tonight, but at this moment, half of his face was covered with shocking blood.

No matter how peaceful his words were, they would exude a murderous aura that made people feel heart-pounding.

“How do we do it?”

Feng Mo looked at Qin Fan at the first time.

Originally, he intended to fight with the two strongest monsters in the Nether Corpse Sect to have a happy battle, but according to Wang Jingyu's inference, the other party's strength was only 50% or 60%. In addition, the corpse coffin was wiped out, which completely lost interest.

"One move." Qin Fan stretched out a finger and said.

"Impossible, no one can kill them in one move!" At this moment, Hua Wusheng said this for no reason. He was obviously the one who should hope that the two of them would die the most.

"Sure enough, it's because it's impossible to understand, it's impossible to understand."

Qin Fan's smile looked even more sincere. As Feng Mo, who was most familiar with Qin Fan, he knew that his master was very happy now.

In addition to the hatred that must be settled, exploring the unknown, deciphering the unknown, and creating an unknown for others that cannot be found is another obsession for Qin Fan. He was happy with it and even became addicted to it.

Then Feng Mo took a deep breath, and the wind scattered around him stopped.

He raised his eyes and looked at Qin Fan and said, "Master, I can't tell the Master about what happened this time."

Qin Fan nodded: "You have not broken the agreement with him, after all, this is not considered revealing the true inheritance."

"Real inheritance?" Wang Jingyu's expression was solemn. Feng Mo's martial arts core has always been the word "Feng". It is because he studied this art too deeply and could not tell what the skill he was majoring in.

The powerful wind has covered everything, and he is like the ubiquitous wind, able to feel it for sure but unable to touch it.

Feng Mo's eyes were on Wang Jingyu. Although Wang Jingyu was very curious, he still understood the rules in the world.

"Why should I quit first?"

"You didn't leave right away, didn't you?"

"Forehead......"

"It's okay, the Lord believes in you, and I believe in you too."

Then Feng Mo closed his eyes, but Wang Jingyu's expression gradually became solemn. The word "trust" was so heavy. Some people abandoned it like a piece of shoes, while others regarded it as something more important than life.

As an evil giant owl who had previously had various intrigues with the Buddhist and Taoist veins, he clearly noticed the changes in Luo Xinghun during this decisive battle, and even this change has begun to gradually affect Zhang Ergou and Lin Yi.

But he didn't say anything or did anything.

He was the first person in the Zhuque Palace to bear the heavy trust of Qin Fan, so he was the first to change in the true sense.

And this time the trust has increased...

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Wang Jingyu's eyes and Qin Fan's gaze coincided with each other. After he smiled bitterly, he did not leave or took a step back.

Qin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his smile looked as cunning and complacent as a fox.

As for Hua Wusheng, he kept muttering: "Impossible, Impossible, Impossible..."

As these three words were repeated over and over again, his tone became more and more firm.

Luo Qianpo and Mu Wancheng, who were originally as stiff as puppets, all looked at Feng Mo, and two evil and evil auras began to explode!

The rich dead energy dyed the golden desert into a dark dead place!

When they took the first step, Feng Mo said:

"Old Wang, please give me yours next."

"Ah?" Wang Jingyu was a little confused.

"I can't master this trick yet...so, the safety of the Lord will be handed over to you later."

Before Wang Jingyu's answer, Feng Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and his five fingers of his right hand began to wrap around faint sword aura. This was his sword. With its momentum, the dust was like a tide and surging wildly throughout the sky.

At this moment, the world is like a chessboard, interwoven with horizontal and vertical lines, and everything in the world seems to have turned into countless grids!

An indescribable sword intent also rose at the intersection of each two lines!

All things were already bowing their heads under Feng Mo's sword at this time!

"Zongheng Jue--!"

The next second, Feng Mo's figure disappeared, like thousands of chess pieces turning into countless meteors and falling on the chessboard. His knife lost its trace and disappeared under the long line that was intertwined!

Every line was a knife mark he swung. The marks added together, and the terrifying sword energy broke through the sky and finally turned into a little bright and bright starlight!

As cool as a meteor!

When Feng Mo's figure appeared again, it was already behind Luo Qianpo and Mu Wancheng. Their bodies were also divided into countless small grids. The moment dense knife marks appeared, blood gushed out!

Immediately afterwards-

With a loud bang, two blood mists scattered in the sky.

"Zonghengzhi·Safe like a meteor..." Qin Fan licked his lips, his eyes becoming more eager, and then the slightly hot gaze gradually faded.

"What a pity, this is the road of 'wind', and the theme of the lineage is not in line with my wishes."

Wang Jingyu was shocked when he watched this scene, but he also found that Feng Mo's figure began to disintegrate. Obviously, Feng Mo could not fully control this move.

......

Taoyuan Town, groundwater prison.

Huang Tiangui, who had originally focused on Hua Wusheng, suddenly looked at Feng Mo in horror.

Just because an extremely unfamiliar sword force exploded from his body instantly, he then noticed that the celestial phenomena outside began to change drastically!

"How is this possible? He is in the middle stage of the Grand Master!"

The people in Taoyuan Town all raised their heads for some unknown reason. The blue sky had been cross-divided by countless white lines, but the strange white lines disappeared in the next second.

Worry-free Villa.

Qin Zun, who was taking care of the flower garden, said helplessly:

"Fortunately, I just used this trick in the state of incarnation of thoughts. Alas, Feng'er followed the young master all day and started to rogue. Xiao Xueer is the most considerate."

Taoyuan Town, groundwater prison.
To be continued...