Black lightning flashed, and the crowd's eyes were completely focused on this moment, and everyone's faces were filled with unspeakable shock.
It was a familiar yet unfamiliar figure, not even familiar to the Ye family and the Mo family.
In fact, if it weren't for his sudden appearance to save Mo Qing, no one would even remember his appearance.
However, the entire inconspicuous young man stepped forward at this moment and blocked the fatal sword for Mo Qing.
Mo Qing, who was dying, had a look of horror in his eyes, and Mo Qingchi at the end showed an expression of disbelief.
The surviving Mo family couldn't believe their own eyes.
"Forget your heart."
Tears fell, and inexplicable ripples shook Mo Qing's heart. When she saw the identity of the person who blocked the sword for her, she was only moved.
"Unexpectedly, he blocked Mo Jian. No, I should say that he could actually block Ye Fan who had Mo Jian. How is this possible?" Apart from Wang Xin's identity, this is what really surprised people.
That young man with no cultivation could actually block Ye Fan and Mo Jian!
You must know that the saints of the Ye family are like ants under the Mo Sword. The Mo Sword is so strong that even the saints have to avoid its sharp edge.
"It turns out you are a loser, do you still want to be a hero and save the beauty?" Ye Fan didn't pay attention to the man in front of him at all. Even if he blocked his sword at this moment, Ye Fan only regarded it as just a momentary coincidence.
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Still didn't take Wangxin to heart.
The young man's eyes looked around, and finally settled on Mo Qing.
"You have got what you want, there is no need to kill everyone, right?" The young man turned around and looked at Ye Fan with a cold gaze. He could be said to have witnessed this man's despicable and shameless methods.
"Do you think you are qualified to talk to me?" Mo Jian, who was blocked, attacked again, and the terrifying roar of the dead soul was like purgatory on earth.
But at the moment the sword fell, a sword of lightning burst out from the young man's hand, and the black thunder and lightning flashed again. With just one sword strike, the two sides collided.
And the young man's violent black thunder carried an unparalleled and domineering thunder power.
The moment the two swords clashed, Ye Fan's body actually took a step back.
"Here it comes again, Black Thunder, I saw it correctly before." The crowd said in disbelief.
That Black Thunder is really the power of youth.
"Oh, it turns out you're not a loser, but it's a pity that you met me."
Mo Gong Sword Technique!
Ye Fan's actions made the entire Mo family furious. He struck out with his sword. This move was a killing blow with the extremely fast Mo sword. The sword strike was life-threatening. If he could not keep up with his opponent's speed, he would definitely die.
Along with the astonishing sword cry, the sword light bloomed.
But at the moment when Ye Fan's sword intention fell, with a flash of black thunder, the young man had disappeared from people's eyes. When his figure appeared again, that person had already appeared in front of Mo Qing.
Mo Qing raised his head and glanced at the man, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth: "From the beginning, I knew you were not simple."
"Stop talking and take it." The elixir in his hand was put into Mo Qing's mouth.
Everyone watching this scene was stunned.
Especially the Mo family was shocked. He actually had time to save others under Mark's attack.
"Who do you think I, Ye Fan, am? I'm looking for death!" The young man's attitude made Ye Fan furious. Before Wangxin could get up, his sword had already fallen!
The Mo sword cut through the void, but Wang Xin's body disappeared again.
So fast!
The moment the crowd blinked, Wangxin's stern face appeared behind Ye Fan, and the thunder sword condensed in his hand bloomed without hesitation.
The hatred is at its highest point, and the space is filled with the sound of killing. You can't see the enemy in front of you. There is only the black haze filled with gnashing teeth of hatred, forcing people to slash with their swords, and the murderous vines are angry!
In an instant, the sword light swayed as if it were flying gracefully, and in the cold wind, the chapter on the sword opened.
"In front of me, you are worthy of using a sword!" Ye Fan yelled, the sword energy condensed, and Chen Ran fell to the dust. The ink sword in his hand reproduced the Mo family's strange moves, the swirling sand and dust, and the surging lava declared the battle between hatred and swords.
Till death.
Before the sword is drawn, it is already white-hot. The deeper the hatred, the greater the murderous intention.
Ye Fan hated Wang Xin's attitude to the bone, so he attacked the sword technique, and when the sword was printed, the world changed: "Kill the God with one move."
"The secret skill of Mo Gong's swordsmanship, a killing move, is a sword skill that only Mo Yun, a member of the Mo family, has mastered. Unexpectedly, I can actually use it so well on an outsider." Ye Fan's performance left a mark in the hearts of the Mo family.
It set off an unquenchable shock.
A sword fell from the sky, coupled with the terror of the Mo sword, the sword was swung away, as if the sky was split.
"Forget your heart!" Mo Qing, Mo Qing shouted anxiously.
But he saw that the young man was unmoved. The moment the sword came to kill him, the young man suddenly raised his head, the true spirit condensed in his hand, and the black thunder accompanied the true spirit.
The sword comes out and the sunset fills the sky.
"Sword of the sunset." The young man shouted in a low voice. The lava reflected the sunset, just like dead trees at dusk. It felt like time was passing, as if everything in the world was being stripped away.
The terrifying sunset desolation actually destroyed the God of Death condensed in the magic sword in an instant.
People looked at the scene in front of them and were so surprised that they were speechless.
Amid the roaring wind, the erect body seemed like a mystery that they could not see through.
"Is that person so strong?" Mo Xiaoyun's heart was even more shocked.
Not to mention him, the entire Mo family was in disbelief that this young man with no cultivation actually showed a swordsmanship talent no less than Ye Fan at this moment.
No, his swordsmanship talent is stronger!
Because what he was using was only a sword formed by lightning, but what Ye Fan was holding was a peerless fierce sword, the Mo Sword. Under the same circumstances, Ye Fan had already been defeated by that sword just now.
Old Ancestor Ye was even more shocked. This young man was not big and looked a bit younger than Ye Fan, but his swordsmanship talent was not weaker than Ye Fan.
Who is he?
Where did such a monster come from?
The whole place seemed to be still, and all the eyes of the crowd were focused on that young man. Especially those from the Mo family were so shocked. The young man wearing the uniform of a Mo family attendant was actually as good as Ye Fan!
You know, Ye Fan is the eighth-ranked person in the imperial dynasty. Doesn't this mean that this person is also qualified to participate in the territorial competition?
But soon, they felt a condensed killing intent in the air.
Oppression, this sense of oppression is getting stronger and closer, and finally the entire sword tomb seems to be shrouded in this power.
"Oops, no good!" Mo Qingchi suddenly shouted: "Wangxin, take Mo Qing and Mo Qing out of here and leave the rest to us!"
Mo Qingchi unleashed his last strength and wanted to fight back desperately, but how could Patriarch Ye give him this chance? A letter of saint power would not give the Mo family any chance to fight back.
"Whoever dares to act rashly, I will kill him without a burial place." The Mo family, who were about to explode, did not dare to take a step forward and could not move.
"Damn, I was proud for a moment. This kid has such power. If he had escaped just now, there would have been a glimmer of hope, but now it's over. Although he is invincible in a battle with Ye Fan, Ye Fan is Ye Fan after all.
"The Mo family said sadly, as if they missed the last chance to save their bloodline.
There was also a flash of regret in Mo Qingchi's eyes. He should have risked his life to create opportunities just now.
"To be honest, I didn't expect you to have such strength. If you had just chosen to run away, maybe I really wouldn't do anything to you. But now, you have lost the best opportunity. You let me
Very angry!" Ye Fan's face was extremely ferocious, but his aura suddenly reached the fifth level of Zunwu Realm.
The eighth person in the imperial dynasty is actually at the fifth level of Zunwu Realm.
And in an instant, he released the power of the eightfold kendo will. This power of kendo will made the entire crowd in the sword tomb tremble.
The sword intention is formed, and combined with the terrifying killing soul of Mo Jian, the sword intention is stronger and the sword swing is stronger.
"Wang Xin, take my sister out of here and leave her to me!" At this moment, the same will of swordsmanship burst out. Although it was much weaker, it was also powerful and ferocious. When people saw it, it turned out to be Mo Qing himself.
What was even more shocking was that his injuries completely recovered.
"Mo Qing, you and Wangxin run away!" Mo Qing is just a woman. Only Mo Qing, who is more talented, can survive, which is the hope of the Mo family.
"You don't have to fight, because you are all going to die." The terrifying power of the ink sword exaggerated Ye Fan's whole body. He seemed to have fallen into the ghost world, and his whole body was filled with the aura of the dead souls.
It's over, the soul of Mo Jian is already infecting Ye Fan's heart. His original intention is evil, and now with the exaggeration of Mo Jian, Ye Fan may become a demon!
As he spoke, Mo Qing had already rushed towards Ye Fan.
But for people, this is tantamount to seeking death!
escape?
The young man stood quietly in the sword tomb, letting the monstrous sword intent impact his body. At the fifth level of the martial arts realm, with the Black Sword in hand, should he run away?
"With me here, no one will die, only you." Just when the whole audience was shocked by Ye Fan's sword intent, the young man raised his head, and the low voice echoed clearly throughout the entire audience.
Inside the Sword Tomb.
Not only did he not escape, he actually wanted to fight Mark.
"This is simply arrogant. I, Ye Fan, am a great contestant in the Imperial Dynasty. An ant like you can't even catch my sword, Ten Thousand Bones and Soul-Eating Slash."
The most terrifying slash fell from the sky.
boom!
At that moment, the young man suddenly raised his head, held both swords in his hands, and danced a shocking sword music.
The Soul-Leaving Sword plays a funeral song, the swords and swords all make deadly sounds, dancing out a journey of life and death, captivating people's hearts and souls, the double-sword revolving sword changes, attracting thousands of people, the sword in the right hand opens the universe and breaks the world, and the sword in the left hand is like a dragon.
Writhing, using up thousands of sword styles, one sword comes out, soul-stealing and annihilating style.
Ye Fan's style and Ye Fan's sword, under everyone's attention, were violently annihilated by the sword in the young man's hand. The silent shock echoed in the hearts of the crowd at this moment.
People stared at the young man's body in the strong wind.
Even Ye Fan's eyes revealed a look of horror.
"You said I can't take your sword? So what now?" The young man raised his head, and his cold words pierced his heart like a sword.
"Who are you?" For the first time, something called fear appeared in Ye Fan's eyes.
