After Zhong Liwen finished speaking, he waved to Huang Fan and the other four, who seemed to be preparing to return to the sand dune where they had just appeared, hide underneath again, and continue to wait for the person they said they could cooperate with.
The moment they turned around, Mo Han's body bounced up instantly, and the killing blade tied to his calf appeared in his hand before he knew it, and he rushed towards Zhong Liwen like a hungry tiger.
"Fellow Taoist, we have no grudges in the past and have no grudges in the near future. We just invited you to hunt for treasure with us. What do you mean?" Zhong Liwen shouted angrily, but the movements in his hands were not slow. The third-level spiritual weapon he held was the same.
It stabbed hard towards Mo Han's heart.
Puff, crack. Two completely different voices came from Zhong Liwen and Mo Han respectively.
The dull squeaking sound was the sound of the killing blade being inserted into Zhong Liwen's heart, and the whole handle was engulfed; the click was the third-level spiritual weapon in Zhong Liwen's hand piercing Mo Han's body, scratching Mo Han's already anxious clothes, and Mo Han's body was pierced.
The sound of metal clashing after being hit on the chest.
The killing blade sank into Zhong Liwen's body, and he immediately woke up like a sleeping lion, frantically plundering Zhong Liwen's blood, cultivation, and vitality.
"You, you." Zhong Liwen's arm holding the third-level spiritual weapon slowly dropped down. The dilated pupils in his two eyes continued to dilate. He only had time to say two words before his whole body shriveled into a mummy and lost his life.
Mo Han withdrew the killing blade and looked down at the place where Zhong Liwen's third-level spiritual weapon had pierced him. He saw a dark red blood stain remaining on it, but it did not really cut his skin or damage his bones.
Huang Fan and the other four opened their eyes wide and raised their arms holding the third-level spiritual weapon in the air. They looked in disbelief at Zhong Liwen, who was once the strongest among the five of them and was now a lifeless corpse.
"You, you, who are you? You are definitely not a student of the Magic City Academy. There is no such evil technique in the Magic City. Who are you?" Huang Fan looked at Mo Han, he was scared, scared.
For the Five Sword Kings who have been hanging around in the Demonless Valley all year round, death is not scary to them, nor is it scary. They linger on the edge of life and death every day, and every time they kill someone, they will think of it.
They were killed by others. Therefore, they will never be merciful when killing people, nor will they torture the victims, but will give them a clean cut. They themselves are already prepared to die.
What is frightening is the inexplicable death. What is frightening is the unknown death. They are not ready yet and die with a look of ignorance on their faces, just like Zhong Liwen who has turned into a mummy.
Mo Han stood there, looking at Huang Fan and the others with a strange look on his face, without saying a word, and even had an abnormal blush on his face, but the four of them were extremely frightened at this time and did not dare to move.
The killing blade absorbed all the blood, mana and vitality from Zhong Liwen's body. After being filtered by itself, 80% of it was transformed into pure vitality, which flowed into Mo Han's body along Mo Han's arm.
This energy was extremely pure and gentle, but the amount was beyond the limit that Mo Han could bear. It was okay at the beginning, as Mo Han was able to continuously turn the energy entering his body into his own magic power by running the Great Dream Heart Sutra.
But as more and more Yuan Power enters the body, faster and faster, Mo Han's body can no longer bear it, so Mo Han's face will appear abnormally red. If Huang Fan and the others take action at this time, even
Just a slight touch to Mo Han would break the balance in his body and cause him to explode and die.
Mo Han has transformed his spiritual power from spiritual thoughts into spiritual consciousness, and is constantly controlling the huge amount of pure Yuan Power in his body. Although the crisis has been temporarily alleviated, the entry of Yuan Power still has no tendency to stop. As long as another quarter of an hour passes, Mo Han will
His body exploded because he couldn't bear the overwhelming energy.
"Come out, I know you can see my current situation and hear what I say. If you are unwilling to come out, then I will erase you now and let the killing blade regenerate a soul." Mo Han's
There was a feeling of indifference in his heart, not anxious or discouraged, as if he was not about to explode or die.
"Master, calm down, master, calm down, this is really not my fault. This is the instinct of the killing blade, it is not something I can decide. If all my sleeping parts wake up, I can control this energy, but now I am just
I have regained consciousness, but there is nothing I can do." The weapon soul, which had regained consciousness for a moment, started to tremble faintly under Mo Han's cold voice, feeling very frightened.
Mo Han's eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion. After hearing what the weapon soul said, there was no surprise. After confirming that the weapon soul had not lied to him, he let the weapon soul return to the killing blade.
"The heavenly punishment has not been able to kill me, young master, what can I do with just a little bit of Yuan Power?" Mo Han roared in his heart, completely letting go of the restraint of his consciousness on the Yuan Power that entered the body, running the Great Dream Heart Sutra crazily, refining
Turn the incoming vitality into your own mana.
Boom, as if a century had passed, and as if in an instant, a thin sound came from Mo Han's body, as if something was broken.
At this moment, Mo Han's cultivation in the early stage of foundation building increased steadily, soaring all the way. In an instant, he reached the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, and he could score a goal at any time and enter the late stage of foundation building.
"Quickly, kill him." Huang Fan, who was awakened by Mo Han's improvement in cultivation, shouted and took the lead in raising the third-level spiritual weapon in his hand and slashing it towards Mo Han's temple. The others were also ruthless people.
, naturally understood what Huang Fan meant, and was not much slower than him. He raised the spiritual weapon in his hand and rushed over.
This is the critical moment when Mo Han's cultivation has just reached the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, and he is preparing to move to the next level and rush into the late stage of foundation building. Once interrupted, Mo Han will lose all his cultivation and become a prisoner, or explode in the worst case.
The body dies.
When the four people appeared with the intention of investigating the surrounding environment, they were already surrounded by Mo Han, and they were not far away from Mo Han. At this time, their lives were threatened, and they rushed over extremely quickly, arriving at Mo Han in the blink of an eye.
in front of me.
At this critical moment, the Linglong Tower, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly burst out with a layer of dim light. It was swept away from Mo Han's body, and all the excess pure energy disappeared out of thin air in Mo Han's body: "You four!
Are people really that anxious to accompany your eldest brother Zhong Liwen?"
The four of them paused. They didn't understand why Mo Han, who was filled with multi-dimensional energy just a moment ago, and his whole body was red and was about to explode, returned to the peak of his cultivation in an instant. Not only did the excess Yuan energy in his body disappear, but also the internal injuries that had just occurred.
It also looks like it's getting better together.
Mo Han had a joking look on his face, but looked at the four Huang Fans without any emotion in his eyes. The killing blade he was playing with in his hand gently stabbed into the chest of Huang Fan who was closest to him.
This time, Mo Han was not as quick as killing Zhong Liwen. Every movement he made was extremely slow and graceful, as if he was using a brush to paint a beautiful picture, letting others see his every movement and every artistic conception clearly.
,
When Mo Han's killing blade was pointed at Huang Fan, all Huang Fan's retreat and attack routes were locked by Mo Han's silent murderous intent. If he made the slightest move, he would be greeted by Mo Han's violent attack.
Huang Fan didn't dare to move or even blink. He just watched as Mo Han's palm got closer and closer to his chest, and the killing blade inserted into his chest bit by bit.
As expected, as soon as the killing blade was inserted into Huang Fan's chest, another huge attraction came out from the killing blade. It continuously absorbed blood, cultivation, and vitality from Huang Fan's body, turning it into pure energy.
, flowing into Mo Han’s body.
Huang Fan shook his hands, trying to lift up the third-level spiritual weapon in his hand, and slash it at Mo Han. But the moment the killing blade entered his body, it was as if his body no longer belonged to him, no matter how hard he tried and how angry he was.
, he could only swing a little, staring at his body withering away.
After drinking a cup of tea, all that was left of Huang Fan's extremely strong body was skin and bones. You could even see through his thin layer of skin the hollow bones that had been drained of their marrow.
Gong Xu and the others, who stood on the same spot and maintained a forward posture, clearly saw every move of Mo Han and the entire death process of Huang Fan, but it was precisely because of this that they were even more frightened.
What kind of weapon, what kind of person, and what kind of lunatic dare to practice, use, and refine such an evil weapon? Not to mention students from the Demon City Academy, even those who are known as the three major demons in the Dead Leaf Continent
No one from Xuanye Kingdom, Jun Xiuzong, and Wenxian Palace dared to do this.
"The killing blade, this is the national weapon of Xuanye Kingdom, the most vicious and evil weapon in legend." Hua Fei looked at the killing blade that Mo Han pulled out from Huang Fan's chest and shone with a strange light in the sun, as if
Thinking of something, he opened his mouth and shouted.
Mo Han gently licked the blade of the killing blade with his tongue. Although there was not a drop of blood on the blade, Mo Han's young face was extremely evil and charming as reflected by the blade that shone with a strange light.
"Are you a dead soldier of Xuanye Kingdom?"
Hua Fei's eyes were full of fear when he looked at the killing blade. Mo Han was right. He used to be a secret guard of the Xuanye Kingdom royal family. He accidentally broke into the place where the killing blade was kept. Now he is sacrificing the killing blade with the lives of his people.
The king of the blade, and the strangeness of the killing blade.
Fortunately, Hua Fei was very careful and was not discovered. Later, after a series of inquiries, he learned the origin and cruelty of the Killing Blade. He faked his death and escaped from Xuanye Kingdom by performing a mission, but he never dared to show his true face to others.
"Are you here to kill me?" At this time, Hua Fei, who knew the horror of the killing blade, had no idea of resistance. He simply put down the third-level spiritual weapon in his hand and said in a free and easy manner: "I already knew that such a day would come.
The Kingdom of Night will not allow traitors to exist, let alone traitors like us."
"As far as I know, there are only two Anyus in Xuanye Kingdom who can take action to clean me up. One is Cha Fengchen and the other is Rookie Bian. It seems that your age does not look like Cha Fengchen, so there is only Bian