Countless powerful men could see the thunder rolling over Fengxi City and the heavy rain pouring down.
Suddenly, a loud roar shook the sky, and at the same time, a sun-like light burst out, and the void continued to squeeze like ripples, eventually collapsing.
"snort……"
Several muffled sounds were heard, and three figures fell from the air at the same time.
Yuwen Leidong's face was full of embarrassment, the right half of his body was stained with blood, and he could hardly move. In fact, he only suffered superficial injuries, which was caused by the exhaustion of his energy.
In the duel just now, Murong Fanchen and Zi Ling were two lunatics, one old and one young. They attacked wildly, making him have to use all his strength to parry every move. In just half an hour, his entire body was completely covered with fire.
The power is exhausted.
"Master!"
Immediately, strong men from the Yuwen family stepped forward to help him up. Some even took out the healing elixirs and fed them to him. Then they used their soul power to detect for a while to make sure that Yuwen's thunder movement was not serious, and then he felt relieved.
On the other side, Zi Ling and Murong Fanchen were in similar situations!
Zi Ling is better. Although Xiao Nizi is out of breath, she is a special creature and her recovery power is much stronger than that of ordinary humans.
However, Murong Fanchen's situation is a bit dangerous. During the battle, whether he activated the pinnacle ancestral weapon or the Litian Sword Art, he was in an overloaded state. Now, not only is his strength exhausted, but his soul injuries are also aggravated.
trend.
"Sect Master Mo, my subordinates have high expectations!"
Yuwen Leidong took a breath and stood up with the help of several strong men, saying with shame on his face.
"I never counted on you!" Mo Wudi looked indifferent, obviously very dissatisfied with the outcome of this battle.
Yu Wen Lei Dong suppressed his anger and came down cross-legged, quickly recovering the energy he had consumed. Of course, his anger was due to the Murong family. He had been famous all his life, but he didn't expect that the ship would capsize today.
If Mo Wubian used this as an excuse to go back and obtain the Sword Master's inheritance without giving him training, wouldn't it be a failure in his efforts?
"I didn't expect that this battle would end in a draw. Future Madam of the Sect Master, isn't it our turn to fight?" Mo Wubian turned his head with a bright smile on his face.
Murong Wan had just checked the injuries of Zi Ling and Murong Fanchen. At this time, she was already worried. When she heard Mo Wubian's insulting words, her momentum suddenly became stronger.
"Keng!"
An aqua blue long sword pierced the air, almost as if the human sword merged into one and flew towards the sky. Vast source of power poured out, and the violent waves rose again in the nine heavens.
Although she said nothing, she showed her anger at this moment with actual actions.
The long sword in her hand, Zi Ling, is very familiar with it. It is the Water Singing Sword that has been following her. However, the grade of the Water Singing Sword today is not comparable to that of the past.
"Hahaha, it seems that my future sect master's wife has a bad temper. If she doesn't teach her a lesson, I'm afraid it will be difficult to discipline her in the future!"
Mo Wubian stepped forward step by step, reaching an altitude of hundreds of feet in a few steps. The smile on his face never stopped.
"Show your ancestral weapon!"
Murong Wan's aura burst out without reservation. She was determined to kill the formidable enemy in front of her and was not willing to wait for a moment longer.
"How can you use such dangerous weapons to fight against the future wife? Just make your move!"
When Mo Wubian said this, he was naturally confident that with his cultivation in the middle stage of the True God Realm, he could easily suppress Murong Wan.
But when he turned his hands, his palms suddenly turned into black. At the same time, there was black mist within a hundred feet around him. As expected, just like his name, the black color was boundless.
This black mist was no ordinary mist. As soon as it appeared, the energy of the world quickly retreated, as if it felt some great terror.
It turns out that Mo Wubian is still a demon cultivator!
"Take the move!"
Murong Wan's voice was cold and without any nonsense. The Water Singing Sword screeched across the sky, and the space instantly shattered like paper. The energy of the heaven and earth with a radius of thousands of miles trembled, as if it was about to turn into the Nine Heavens Gang Wind to wreak havoc on the world.
"Tsk!"
This light blue sword light is not big, as small as a strand of silk, but when the sword is slashed out, it makes people feel extremely heavy, as if the space is bearing a huge load.
"Swish, swish... swish!"
What's even more incredible is that, almost at the same time, eight more identical sword lights flew out, tearing apart the sky like thousands of galloping horses.
The nine sword rays advanced in unison and condensed without emitting any light. As they intertwined with each other, they were like nine comets sweeping past, arriving in front of Mo Wubian in an instant.
"This is the real Litian Sword Technique!"
Both Murong Fanchen and the more discerning members of the Murong family recognized the origin of this sword technique and were filled with admiration. This was the first time in their lives that they had seen the legendary sword master's magical power.
Yuwen Leidong's eyes suddenly widened. He was a strong swordsman, and he immediately discovered the horror of these nine sword lights. If he was faced with this move, how would he take it?
No one needed to remind him. The first thing he thought of was the inheritance of the Sword Master. If not, how could he have such power? If he could cultivate, his strength would increase dramatically.
However, the strange thing is that the people below did not feel much fluctuation from such a powerful sword force. Instead, Mo Wubian's eyes narrowed.
In his eyes, every time the sword light passed by, the surrounding void instantly sunk several feet, but it was still unable to withstand the terrifying power within the sword light and eventually shattered.
"Great Demonic Star-Shattering Claw!"
Mo Wubian did not dare to neglect, the vast source of power instantly poured into his arms, stretched out to both sides to grab and pull, and with the sound of "crash", two pieces of void were torn apart, and then he pulled it back with extremely rich demonic energy, and went crazy towards the nine
The sword light shot down.
"Boom...boom!"
The earth shook, as if an ancient giant beast was roaring. The warriors in Fengxi City only felt the sea tremble, and countless tile-roofed houses were shattered.
"Come again!"
Murong Wan's expression did not waver at all, as if she had expected this scene. Her weak body turned and twisted, like a nine-day fairy dancing in the air, and an earth-shattering wave burst out from the Water Singing Sword that swept across the endless sky.
"Hula... boom!"
An extremely low sword sound resounded, and she drew another sword, just one sword!
But in the eyes of everyone, this sword is like a rolling river rushing out of the sea, and like a general who has spent his entire life in military service holding a long sword and rushing towards tens of millions of troops with a tragic momentum that will never return.
"Sure enough, there are some skills...the Great Demonic Sun-Splitting Fist!"
Mo Wubian roared, and at the same time as he punched out, the endless demonic energy turned into a fist dozens of feet thick and shot out of the air, and the void collapsed in pieces wherever it passed.
"Boom!"
The next moment, the fists and swords intersected, like two meteorites colliding in the sky, the sky became pitch black, and only the endless space wind rolled back crazily. The vast and majestic pressure made countless strong people watching the battle tremble with fear.
Immediately afterwards, there were several crazy collisions.
"call!"
Finally, the black fog dispersed, revealing two figures facing each other several miles apart in mid-air.
Murong Wan was still the elegant goddess exuding a noble aura, but her face was a little pale, and it was obvious that the consumption of her just now was not light.
Mo Wubian, on the other hand, looked ahead with a gloomy expression. The five fingers of his right hand were slightly spread and then tightly clenched, as if they were still a little painful.
I was too confident. I thought that I could easily crush the opponent without using the ancestral weapon because I had surpassed the second level of cultivation. It seems that I still underestimated the sword master's inheritance.
The power of the swords that this young girl had just struck was enough to seriously injure or even kill Yuwen Leidong. This kind of heaven-defying combat power was worthy of being an innate water spirit body, and could compete with all the gods in the Taixu Realm.
"The future sect leader's wife is beyond my expectations, but eleven sword strikes in a row should be your limit, right?"
Mo Wubian did not forget to strike and said: "If you surrender now and hand over the inheritance of the Sword Master, this sect leader can save you from suffering!"
"opinionated!"
Murong Wan smiled sweetly, like a rising sun rising into the sky, dispelling the endless evil energy: "I am indeed not as powerful as you now, but I can still keep you in Fengxi City!"
"Um?"
Regarding this sentence, not to mention Mo Wubian and others, even Murong Fanchen was a little confused, while Zi Ling was confused, always feeling that something bad would happen.
"puff!"
Suddenly, the white-clothed fairy raised her head and spit out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the light blue water-singing sword blood red. The aura in her body rose crazily, and it seemed that she had surpassed the extreme of the heavenly realm.
Then, a heavenly sound resounded throughout the world: "Litian Sword Formation, activate!"
In an instant, a destructive wave burst out from her delicate body.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
Behind the Murong family's mansion, a long sword exuding a terrifying aura shot out of the air, like a rain of swords filling the sky, traveling at the speed of chasing the wind and the moon.
"No, it's the sword array of the ancestral temple!"
Murong Fanchen immediately discovered something, his expression suddenly changed wildly, and he shouted: "Wan'er doesn't want it!"
The area around the Murong family's ancestral temple is covered with tens of thousands of ancestral weapons and long swords. They are the family's heritage. If the family is breached, some of the descendants can still protect it.
This formation was left by our ancestors, but as time went by, the energy within it was constantly being consumed. Therefore, the family heads of the past generations would organize strong men within the clan to inject source power into it to warm and nourish the sword formation.
Of course, this sword formation is also the most powerful move in the Litian Sword Technique.
If Murong Wan has enough cultivation and uses the Ten Thousand Sword Formation, even the strongest in the True God Realm can be killed by the sword.
However, she is not even at the True God Realm. Even activating the flow of the Hundred Swords requires consuming blood and blood to stimulate energy. To unleash the full power of the Hundred Swords, she may have to pay the price of her life.
"Miss, no, it's not worth it for you to fight to the death with that bastard Mo Wudi!"
The strong men of the Murong family also discovered this scene, and their hearts were shocked in an instant. In their opinion, Murong Wan was a thousand times more precious than Mo Wubian's life.
As long as Murong Wan is around in the family, sooner or later they will be able to lead everyone to glory and regain the glory that the ancestors of Litian were alive.
But the little Mirror Moon Sect has ruined the hope of the family, how can everyone not be angry!
"Kill...kill all these bastards!"
"Fight them!"
As roars rang out one after another, the strong men from the Murong family below all unsheathed their magic weapons, bursting out with majestic waves, and took the initiative to attack the strong men from the Mirror Moon Sect.
Void!
Hundreds of divine weapons arrived in an instant, surrounding Murong Wan in a circle. Following the guidance of the water-singing sword in her hand, they mingled and formed into a giant sword ten feet long spanning the sky and the earth!
"puff!"
Murong Wan spat out another mouthful of blood, and the giant sword instantly turned into blood, emitting a vast coercion that could sink the world.
"Madman...women are indeed snakes and scorpions!"
Mo Wubian had already turned pale with fear. If he was hit by this giant sword, he couldn't guarantee whether he would survive.
At this moment, Mo Wubian had a black rag in his hand. With a slight shake, unimaginable evil energy came out of it, but it felt like evil energy, because the person who died under this black cloth
There are too many strong people.
The reason why it is called a rag is because it has countless knife marks and sword marks on it. I think that over the years of fighting with Mo Wubian, I have fought many powerful enemies for him.
"Wow!"
Mo Wubian rolled up his hands, and the black cloth instantly magnified a hundred miles, and immediately wrapped up a piece of sky, as if it had grasped a piece of heaven and earth, exuding the power of destroying the fluctuating world.
On the other side, Murong Wan's white dress fluttered and stood on top of the giant sword. Her face was calm, neither sad nor happy, with only a little energy left crazily pouring into her feet.
"Crash!"
The giant sword moved, like an arrow shot from a string. The void continued to be annihilated along the way. Before it was touched by the sword, it was torn apart by the indescribable wave.
"Stop me!"
Mo Wubian directly threw out the terrifying black cloth, turned around and ran away, shouting: "If you four don't come out yet, stop her with this sect leader."
The void shook slightly, and four powerful figures with terrifying auras appeared in the distant sky, possessing the early stages of True God Realm cultivation.
It turns out that Mo Wubian still has a back-up plan, and not even Yuwen Leidong knows about it.
But after these four people appeared, they just looked at me and I looked at you without making any move. They must have seen the horror of the Litian Sword Formation and felt that Mo Wubian's promise was not enough for them to take the risk.
Murong Wan seemed to have not seen it. All the jade and stone were burned to the ground. Not to mention the four more powerful people in the early stage of True God Realm. Even a few more people could not change the overall situation.
"Boom!"
At this moment, there was a huge earthquake in the sky and the earth, and the black cloth that wrapped a square of space struck, and it could only make the giant sword tremble slightly before it disintegrated.
"how so?"
Seeing this scene, Mo Wubian felt terrified, but how could he be faster than Chasing Feng Zhuyue's bloody giant sword?
"Tick tock!"
Suddenly, drops of blood slipped from the giant sword, as if it sensed the master's thoughts, or was mourning for the impending destruction of the Murong family.
"Sister Murong, stop quickly, you can't die before big brother arrives!"
The purple spirit had already turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the void, but its speed was not half as fast as Murong Wan's, so she could only scream crazily from behind.
"he?"
The fairy in white was slightly touched, turned her head and looked into the endless void, a layer of mist rose in her eyes, and murmured: "If it weren't for me, his pressure would be much less!"
Immediately, the giant sword chased Mo Wubian at an even faster speed.
Ten miles...eight miles...five miles...three miles!
"Ms. Murong, stop, this sect... I can lead the Mirror Moon Sect to evacuate Fengxi City immediately, and will never be an enemy of the Murong family from now on!" Mo Wubian's soul was in danger. He really didn't expect that the magic that was inherited from the ancient times would
The family background is so terrible.
Murong Wan didn't answer. How could she believe her enemy's impending death begging for mercy?
Seeing that the Litian Sword Formation would be detonated in the next moment and Mo Wubian would die together, Murong Wan suddenly felt that the source of power in her body was disordered, and her beauty instantly turned pale.
"Damn it, how could you encounter a breakthrough in cultivation at this critical moment?"
She tried her best to suppress it, but the more she did, the restless atmosphere became more and more violent.
"Wow..."
Suddenly, the giant sword under her feet that could make Mo Boundless's soul tremble began to disintegrate, and the handle fell downwards uncontrollably.