The void shook and hummed, and an aura belonging to a powerful person in the late stage of the Celestial Realm erupted on Su Mao.
In an instant, a powerful aura filled the air in all directions, like a mountain in the sky, shrouding the entire Wanhong City.
Everyone was shocked. Looking at the entire Ningzhou, the masters at the Heavenly Immortal Realm level were definitely top-notch beings, almost invincible.
At this moment, behind Su Mao, more than a dozen strong men from the Qianyuan Sect arrived.
Undoubtedly, today's Du family will not escape disaster no matter what.
"Don't resist in vain. Just surrender and follow me back to the Qianyuan Gate to wait for you to be punished."
Around Su Mao, a frantic situation was surging, and bursts of bright fairy light wrapped around his body. It was as if the spirit of the great avenue was resonating, and it was very terrifying.
His eyes were cold and he looked at Mo Wangchen, "If you offend our Qianyuan Sect, no matter what your status is, you must pay the price."
"cost?"
Mo Wangchen stood in the wind, the breeze blowing the corners of his clothes, and his face maintained a light expression from beginning to end.
Hearing Su Mao's words at this moment, Mo Wangchen couldn't help but feel a little funny. He didn't understand why the other party thought that he was destined to be killed today?
"Buzz..."
In his hand, the Burning Spirit Sword emerged, and in an instant, the invisible pressure of the sword filled all directions, making everyone in the city below suffocate.
"I would like to see how you can make me pay the price."
As he spoke, Mo Wangchen held the Burning Spirit Sword in his hand, stepped out of the air slowly, and actually took the initiative to push towards where Su Mao and others were.
The black sword was as heavy as a giant mountain. Mo Wangchen held it in his hand like a huge mountain. He stepped on it with the soles of his feet and the air shook. It was obvious that the weight of the Burning Spirit Sword was very terrifying.
"You don't know whether to live or die, yet you dare to be so arrogant in front of the Great Elder!"
Before Su Mao could open his mouth, not far away, a strong man from the Qianyuan Sect could no longer hold back.
With a cold snort, he rushed over. This was a master in the middle stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm. He was very impressive. His name was Jiang Fan. He was a relatively powerful figure among the many elders of the Qianyuan Sect. He was far more powerful than the king yesterday.
The abyss is much more terrifying.
"What's the use of a bull's-eye to kill a chicken? Great Elder, this boy is provoking the majesty of our Qianyuan Sect. Let me kill him today."
Jiang Fan sneered and pressed towards Mo Wangchen. At the same time, a golden spear appeared in his hand, with a sword that pierced the eyes.
"Buzz..."
The golden spear thrust out, piercing the void, dragging infinite momentum, and turned into thousands of sharp lights, all slashing towards Mo Wangchen.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Mo Wangchen's progress did not stop. He waved the Burning Spirit Sword in his hand in the air. The force of the sword was like a wave, overwhelming everything. At the first glance, all the sharp lights coming from Mo Wangchen were completely destroyed by Mo Wangchen's sword.
Shocked to pieces.
"call!"
Mo Wangchen refused to advance or retreat, and his forward speed accelerated a lot. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Jiang Fan. He held the Burning Spirit Sword in both hands, raised it above his head, and slashed down with all his strength.
Jiang Fan's expression changed. He never thought that Mo Wangchen could neutralize his attack so easily. The Burning Spirit Sword is the ancestral weapon of the Wang family. In ancient times, people drank the blood of gods. It is a weapon throughout Ningzhou.
Has great fame.
This is a heavy-duty killing weapon, and now that Mo Wangchen is attacking with the power of his sword, Jiang Fan doesn't dare to be careless in the slightest.
"Clang!"
In the midst of lightning and flint, he held the golden spear in front of his eyes, trying to block the sword.
However, Jiang Fan underestimated the power of this sword.
In an instant, the golden spear was split into two pieces by the Burning Spirit Sword. The huge force made Jiang Fan's arms numb.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Mo Wangchen's eyes were slightly cold, murderous intent emerged, he finished his words and struck out with the heavy sword again.
"Boom!"
The terrifying power directly shattered the protective spiritual power around Jiang Fan. In the blink of an eye, the Burning Spirit Sword came and struck Jiang Fan hard.
"Bang!"
The next moment, his body was directly chopped into pieces, turning into a rain of blood that scattered in the wind.
This scene sounds long, but in fact, it only happened in just two breaths.
When everyone reacted, their expressions were extremely horrified, and they all took a breath of cold air.
A master at the middle level of the Celestial Realm was killed with a sword just like that?!
"Your Qianyuan Sect wants to arrest me, but you are not qualified enough. Let alone you, even if the Holy Master of the Qianyuan Sect comes today, I will still kill you."
Mo Wangchen looked towards the Great Elder Su Mao with a sneer on his face.
"Just you?"
Su Mao squinted his eyes, cold light flashed, and his face was extremely cold and terrifying.
"Don't think that you are invincible just because you have divine power. I am in the late stage of the Celestial Realm. If I want to suppress you, I can only do it with a backhand!"
After the voice fell, Su Mao jumped up and reached a higher altitude. He turned his palm and pressed down suddenly.
"Boom!"
A big purple-black hand emerged from the void, crushing the space and causing cracks one after another.
The hand was as big as a mountain, covering the sky and the sun, making the void in this area darken.
"Is it very powerful in the late stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm?"
Don't forget Chen's disdain. He slashed the sky with the power of the Fenling Sword. The black sword light shot straight up into the sky. In the blink of an eye, it split the big purple-black hand into two halves. It exploded on the spot and disappeared.
"The demon dragon slays!"
Su Mao shouted angrily, opening his mouth and spitting out large amounts of gray gas.
In an instant, the world became even darker, and then only a deafening roar of dragons echoed.
The gray gas turned into a nine-headed demon dragon, with its whole body turned black and its eyes scarlet. It roared with its mouth, shaking the heaven and earth, making the cracks that burst out of the void become even larger.
"kill!"
Mo Wangchen shouted coldly, holding the Burning Spirit Sword in his hand, and stepped up into the air without any trace of fear on his face.
"roar!"
The nine-headed demon dragon swooped down, like an ancient divine dragon resurrected. It was unstoppable and wanted to kill Mo Wangchen here.
"Boom!"
The Fenling sword slashed out, and the black sword light fell on the head of one of the demonic dragons. In an instant, the dragon's head exploded and turned into a black rain of blood, floating over Wanhong City.
"Bang!"
Mo Wangchen stepped on the True Technique of Landing, and his speed reached the extreme. He appeared in front of the other eight demonic dragons one after another. He struck with black heavy blows, and the power of the God King's body was unstoppable. In just a few breaths of time, he
Inside, the nine-headed demonic dragons were all wiped out, and no one survived.
"Whoosh!"
Amid the astonished gazes of everyone around him, Mo Wangchen stepped forward with the sole of his foot again. This time, he came directly in front of Su Mao.
"Have you had enough fun?"
The cold voice spread faintly, and Mo Wangchen's eyes fell on Su Mao as if looking at a dead person, "One sword is enough to kill you."