"Who?!" After hearing this voice, Mo Lian and others stopped their movements at the same time.
"Sister?!" Xuan Pang, who was fighting a man from Mo Pavilion, shouted immediately.
"Sister Xi?!" Qinglong and others naturally recognized the owner of the voice.
The tense string in everyone's hearts was finally relaxed.
The next moment, a graceful figure was seen standing next to Ling Hao.
He is about the same age as Ling Hao. He has a peerless appearance and a graceful figure. He is dressed in a green shirt and holding an ancient sword. There is an otherworldly and ethereal aura surrounding his body.
The visitor is naturally Xuanmen’s rare genius, Princess Xuanchen, Xuan Chenxi!
"Brother Ling Hao, long time no see!"
He turned to look at Ling Hao, blinked his beautiful eyes, and showed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Chen Xi, why are you here?" Ling Hao looked at the other party with a smile.
He didn't expect Xuan Chenxi to come here. The two of them hadn't seen each other for a while.
"The old man guessed that people from Mo Pavilion must be behind this matter. He was worried that you would be forced to join the emperor just to kill a few thieves. It's not worth it!" Xuan Chenxi's voice was pleasant to the ear.
"So let me come over and take a look!"
All right!
The emperor-level expert turned into a little thief in her mouth!
"The old man is interested!" Ling Hao smiled.
"Who are you?" Mo Lian looked at Xuan Chenxi and asked in a deep voice.
Although he could only sense half of the aura of the War Emperor from the other party, he had a vague feeling that this woman's combat power was most likely still superior to his.
"Brother Ling Hao, let's talk later. Let's deal with these little thieves first." Xuan Chenxi smiled again.
"I will deal with the thieves in Mo Pavilion, and the remaining three will be handed over to Brother Ling Hao!"
After the words fell, he flashed towards Mo Lian like a phantom: "If you dare to bully brother Ling Hao, I will take your life!"
"Arrogant!" After Mo Lian took a deep breath, he raised his sword and faced him.
"Mo Cang Sword Technique!"
The next moment, the sword shadows all over the sky formed an extremely sharp sword network that enveloped Xuan Chenxi and blocked all her escape routes.
"You, an emperor-level warrior, can only display such a level of combat power. If your guess is correct, your imperial power has not been completely stabilized yet!" Xuan Chenxi's voice came from the sword network.
"With your little strength, you still want to bully brother Ling Hao. You are not afraid of embarrassment!"
The power of the emperor, the power of the imperial realm, every strong warrior emperor has his own power. Only when his own power is completely stabilized can he be called a war emperor in the true sense.
With the strength shown in front of Mo Lian, it was obvious that he had just broken through to the imperial realm and had not yet fully formed his own momentum.
At this moment, his combat power is only a little higher than that of the Half-Step War Emperor.
If his own power is completely stable, he will definitely be several orders of magnitude stronger than he is now.
This is also the reason why the gap between two people who have become Emperors of War is often as huge as a world of difference!
boom!
As Xuan Chenxi spoke, a strong aura burst out from her body and shook around her at extremely high speed.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Immediately afterwards, bursts of bursting sounds were heard from Mo Lian's sword network, and the sword force all over the sky disappeared in an instant.
Almost at the same time, Xuan Chenxi Hao flicked his wrist, and the ancient sword in his hand condensed a sword energy, and stabbed towards Mo Lian's heart very quickly as if it had materialized.
The seemingly random sword strike made Mo Lian's pupils shrink.
He felt that the opponent's sword energy was directly locked onto him as if it was spiritual. There was no way to hide, and a thick murderous aura instantly enveloped him.
