Every time Ni Xin slashed out a sword beam, at least twenty or thirty people fell down, completely crushing them.
In less than a few minutes, all two hundred Mo Pavilion members, including Tianquan and Tianji, fell down.
Without exception, everyone was split into two by the sword energy, and the scene was a mess of flesh and blood.
"She really deserves to die!" Mo Ding looked at the broken limbs on the ground, gritted his teeth and looked at Huo Xiao and asked: "Who is she?"
"Ni Xin!" Huo Xiao said calmly.
"What?!" Mo Ding exclaimed and asked with an unbelievable expression: "You said she was the previous head of the Sword Sect, Ni Xin?"
"Replacement guaranteed!" Huo Xiao shrugged his shoulders.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Mo Ding shouted again: "Wasn't her cultivation completely destroyed twenty years ago?"
"Haha, she doesn't even know where this rumor came from!" Huo Xiao responded with a smile.
call!
Upon hearing this, Mo Ding rushed to the side without any hesitation.
After knowing Ni Xun's identity, he lost even the slightest will to fight.
As early as thirty years ago, Ni Xin's name had spread throughout the world, and his skills at that time were already superior to his.
More than thirty years have passed, and he doesn't think that the other party's strength is inferior to his.
"I gave you a chance before, but you didn't cherish it. Now you want to leave. It's too late!" Huo Xiao's voice rang in his ears.
While speaking, he raised his hand and punched out several extremely violent punches, all of which were blasted towards Mo Ding.
After Mo Ding sensed the aura of crisis coming from behind him, he did not dare to confront it forcefully and dodged to the side.
At this moment, several sword beams about a hundred meters long slashed over like lightning, thunderous and powerful as a rainbow.
Mo Ding, who was in danger of dying, had no time to think too much, and quickly mobilized his whole body to condense defensive energy to try to block this wave of attacks.
However, he obviously underestimated Ni Xin's strength.
Click! Click!
After the sword light passed, the defensive energy shattered like paper, and one of the sword lights flashed past his waist.
quiet!
The next moment, the scene fell into a brief silence, and the coercive momentum in the void disappeared.
"..." After a while, Mo Ding opened his mouth, but without being able to say a word, a blood line appeared from his waist, and blood surged out.
Immediately afterwards, the upper and lower parts of the body collapsed one after another, and their flesh and blood were blurred.
The Deputy Pavilion Master of Mo Pavilion, a powerful person in the late Xiaocheng stage of the War Emperor, died!
"Do you believe it now?" Huo Xiao looked at the two corpses on the ground and shrugged.
"We are about to enter a troubled period, what should the villagers do?" Ni Xin walked over with a solemn expression.
"Don't worry!" Huo Xiao smiled lightly.
"I have long expected that such a day would come. We have already built a new area for the villagers in the town ahead. It was completed at the end of last year and can be moved at any time."
"Oh?" Ni Xin was slightly startled: "You are quite foresighted!"
"Have you forgotten that I am a fortune teller?" Huo Xiao responded with a smile.
"Apart from this, what else have you achieved?" Ni Xingyi pointed out.
"Once in a thousand years, the talent of Qilin has revived the country's destiny. It is great luck for Great Xia!" Huo Xiao's tone was slightly lower and he spoke solemnly.
"I hope your calculation is correct!" Ni Xin nodded in response.
"The dragon of the East has been sleeping for a hundred years. It's time to restore the grand occasion of all nations coming to court!"
"Yes!" Huo Xiao raised his eyebrows, stared ahead, and added to himself.
"I'm looking forward to it. I don't know how high this year's Qilin of the Country will bring me to Daxia!"
