Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

Along the way, Feng Yiming has always been leading Mo Que to a dangerous place, in order to force him to take action and test his true strength.

At this moment, when he saw that Mo Que was trapped by Wu Qinglan's Hunyuanling, he finally stopped pretending and showed a sneer.

"From the very beginning, your purpose was only for the Emperor Sword Talisman on me?" Mo Que seemed to have only discovered it at this moment, coldly watching Feng Yiming.

"That's right." Feng Yiming nodded with a smile, "Although you are from the imperial clan, if it wasn't for the sword talisman, what qualifications do you have to befriend me if you are a crippled person?"

He shook his head again and said, "I thought that you really have the strength to smash the real world, but now it seems that it is not only stupid, but credulous, but the rumored powerful strength seems to be exaggerated!"

While speaking, Feng Yiming approached Mo Que, pulled out the long sword behind him, pointed the sword between Mo Que's eyebrows, and said to Wu Qinglan, "This person is a descendant of Martial Dao, so let me finish it for you!"

Wu Qinglan frowned, but did not speak.

Feng Yiming was born in Tianjian Palace, with extraordinary background and strength. Although her acting style was too insidious, which made her unhappy, she also did not want to offend her, so she admitted it in silence.

"boom!"

At this moment, a powerful aura erupted from Mo Que.

At this moment, the white silk that had trapped him tightly was broken inch by inch, and he broke free.

"This ribbon is a gift from Dao Palace senior, specially for me to use it against you, your martial art is impossible to break free!" Wu Qinglan's expression changed slightly.

Dao Palace knew that she would meet Mo Que in the competition for the top spot, and asked her to find an opportunity to get rid of Mo Que and cut off Martial Dao. For this reason, she specially searched for this Hunyuan Ling, who specializes in martial arts.

Unexpectedly, this Ling also couldn't hold back Mo Que.

"You... did it on purpose? To test my attitude?" Feng Yiming was also frightened and angry, suddenly he seemed to understand something.

"Your attitude, I have known from the beginning!" Mo Que said coldly: "It's just that I want to confirm whether what you said is true about the sword talisman!"

At this moment, Mo Que drew the power of heaven and earth into his body, turned it into vitality, and broke the white silk that was designed to overcome martial arts.

"I underestimated you!" Feng Yiming felt remorse, saying that Mo Que was gullible and stupid.

He was really tested by Mo Que a little, and he showed his true face. Mo Que never believed him from the beginning!

In this light, it's not Mo Que who is stupid, it's him!

"boom!"

At this moment, the wind rang, and the red sword was cut out, and at the same time, the whole person shot out and flew into the distance.

He was deeply afraid of Mo Que's naive Realm's strength. Although it was a rumor, he didn't want to fight Mo Que until it was confirmed.

"clang!"

Mo Que pointed his finger, shaking the long sword that receded from the wind, and said coldly, "Want to leave?"

"Boom boom boom!"

He took nine steps in a row, catching up with the void, and after drawing the power of heaven and earth into his body, he caught up with Feng Yiming in an instant.

"Purple Blood Sword!" Feng Yiming shouted angrily, recalling the long sword, the sword light on the red sword forced the person, and shot with all his strength, sacrificing the sword to cut Mo Que.

"boom!"

In this regard, Mo Que just took the last step of the star step, and the nine steps to the sky, the power of the last step of the star step, unparalleled domineering, sending the wind and the blood sword flying.

Feng Yiming vomited blood and flew backwards. Mo Que's strength was indeed as strong as he imagined.

"Mo Que, if you attacked me today, you are fighting against my Heavenly Sword Palace. My Heavenly Sword Palace is the leader of Baizhou's swordsmanship. After today, all sword-cultivators in the world will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

Feng Yiming felt humiliated. As a genius of Tianjian Palace, why was he suppressed like this? He was always afraid of Mo Que in his heart, and he didn't want to fight again at this time.

"A thousand miles without a trace!" Mo Que frowned, this kind of amulet can be used to save lives and travel thousands of miles away in an instant.

Tongming came from an extraordinary background to have such a life-saving thing.

"Walk!"

Wu Qinglan and the rest of the young man also took advantage of Mo Que's pursuit of Feng Yiming and left in an instant. Obviously, they didn't want to have a real conflict with Mo Que.

Mo Que did not pursue, because after entering this place, the inner magic of the sun in his body has been throbbing, and there seems to be something here that can strengthen his sun power.

Right now, rather than chasing Wu Qinglan, the more important thing is to find that thing and strengthen his own martial arts.

Following the induction, he went deep into the depths of the polar region alone, and the more he walked in, the quieter the surroundings.

At the back, the world seemed to be left with only scorching flames. If it weren't for Mo Que's method of cultivating the sun, ordinary martial arts would not be able to withstand this terrifying temperature.

"Um?"

When he reached the end of the flame, Mo Que saw a scene that made his heart tremble.

I saw a figure sitting in the center of the boundless flame.

Where he is, the surrounding flames dare not approach, it seems that there is a kind of coercion on him that makes the flames fear.

"Shh!"

The figure's closed eyes suddenly opened at this moment, and the two eyes looked at it, and Mo Que was struck by lightning, unable to move.

What kind of existence is this, just two glances can suppress Mo Que's martial arts!

Mo Que was horrified, and he felt his body involuntarily fly up, slowly drifting towards the figure.

"People of Martial Dao, and the Sun Martial Body? No wonder you can come here!"

The man sat upright on the ground with two sharp eyes that seemed to be able to see through Mo Que's body.

He sighed: "How many years, you are the first person who can come here!"

The restraint on Mo Que's body dissipated at this time, and after he approached, he found that the man's breath was extremely weak, and he seemed to be a dying person.

And it sounds like this person has been sitting here for a long time.

"Dare to ask who senior is?" Seeing that the man had no intention of killing, Mo Que gradually calmed down.

"Me? In today's world, how many people can remember my name, let alone mention it!"

The man said with a sullen face: "It's you, with an extraordinary martial art, you have already cultivated to the realm of blood and spirit at a young age. Are you a disciple of Wuji Temple?"

"Martial Dao?" Martial Dao has been in decline for a long time. Mo Que has never heard of this name before, shaking his head and said, "The descendant of Junior Martial Palace, I have never heard of Wuji Temple."

"Have you never heard of Wuji Temple?" The man said in surprise, "Are all the young people who are out now so ignorant?"

Mo Que couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Martial Dao has been in decline for many years, and now there is almost no Martial Dao force in the world, Junior may be the last Martial Dao!"

After listening to this, the man was silent for a long time, and then let out a long sigh: "In the past eight hundred years, the outside world has changed so much that even the Wuji Palace does not exist in the world!"

Mo Que was startled and said, "The senior has been sitting here for eight hundred years?"

The man nodded lightly and said, "The demise of Martial Dao seems to be approaching, and those supreme beings have moved."

Just a few words made Mo Que's heart skip a beat, and he quickly asked: "Senior, what are you talking about? What catastrophe? Martial Dao is cut off, is someone behind it? What kind of person has the ability to destroy the Martial Dao of hundreds of states?"