Son-in-law Dan Zun

"Now, are you satisfied?"

The low-pitched voice contained the meaning of incomparable recognition and counseling.

Even if it is the lord of a sect, in the face of life and death, he would not say how much stronger than the average strong one.

Perhaps even because of being in a high position all year round.

At this time, Han Fei's panic and fear were more exaggerated than the average strong.

"What do you think?"

Mo Fan smiled and said, still mixed with coldness.

Raising his hand, the cold back of the black epee once again carried a monstrous force, and shot down angrily.

"boom!"

Han Fei's head swollen into a pig's head trembled abruptly.

Immediately, a mouthful of blood seemed to be difficult to contain, and he spit out abruptly.

"what about now?"

Han Fei asked again.

The voice was filled with incomparable aggrieved aggrievedness.

As the lord of a sect, he has never been so humiliated.

"It's almost there!"

Mo Fan took a few more lessons at random before turning his eyes away and looking at Luo Wushu, Yaoyue and others, "Are you here to take your breath?"

Yaoyue and the others shook their heads slightly.

Their words are not as sharp as Mo Fan.

If it's just physical torture, in fact, for Han Fei, it can't be called how painful.

Even, everyone could see that the blood was not because Han Fei was seriously injured.

It was him who bowed his head again, making his appearance even more embarrassed.

A Saint King Realm powerhouse who was beaten into a pig's head by an ant-like person and vomited blood. What could be more aggrieved and humiliated than this?

Seeing the reaction of Yaoyue and others, Han Feicai breathed a sigh of relief.

Let Mo Fan and others breathe out this, and he has the possibility of successfully begging for mercy.

"Senior, actually..."

"Actually, you are paralyzed!" Mo Fan yelled again, interrupting Han Fei's words.

The black epee in his hand was raised again, and he swung it out without hesitation.

But this time, everyone did not hear the familiar, crisp sound like applause.

Instead, he heard a terrible scream of shock.

You know, even if he was beaten into a pig's head and vomited blood, Han Fei didn't say the least bit of pain.

Suddenly, many eyes were full of different colors, looking in the direction where Mo Fan and Han Fei were.

Then, everything freezes there.

"hiss!"

In an instant, there were countless sounds of cold breath coming out.

"metropolitan!"

Many Qizong powerhouses shouted sternly.

It's hard to accept, there will be such a scene.

In the line of sight, a stream of blood spattered out, which looked unusually scarlet and dazzling.

On weekdays, the majestic and domineering, a single word can determine countless lives and deaths of the instrument sect master Han Fei.

With the black epee cut down, his face became extremely pale.

"You..." Han Fei's face was pale, his pupils stared perfectly, and he looked at Mo Fan angrily.

He could clearly feel that his vitality was fading rapidly, and his breath was becoming sluggish at an extremely alarming speed.

It turned out that Mo Fan was not as usual, patted Han Fei's face with the back of his sword.

It was a sword, slashed on Han Fei's neck.

Of course, because of Han Fei's physical strength, this sword did not directly cut off Han Fei's head.

Just cut in part.

Therefore, such a scene will appear in front of everyone.

However, even if the head was not cut off, everyone knew that this sword was deadly.

"This can't cut your head, it's really rough and thick." Mo Fan complained, and then retracted the black epee.

With the black epee, he pulled away from Han Fei's neck.

Immediately, there was blood gurgling down, causing his vitality to quickly dissipate, and he died completely.

But even if he died, his eyes were still round, and he kept staring at Mo Fan, as if he didn't squint at all.

The United Soul Palace, the Heavenly Mystery Gate, came to kill in a mighty manner.

Han Fei can be said to have absolute certainty about this trip.

Even if Luo Wushu and his party could not be killed, he would never have an accident.

However, the facts completely exceeded his expectations.

Not only did he die here, he became the first person to die here.

Han Fei never dreamed that Mo Fan and Yaoyue would stand behind such a terrifying existence.

Didn’t it mean that the group of people was just a helpless casual meditation?

"Sect Master!" The Qizong expert shouted again, his face full of panic and fear.

Even Han Fei died without any resistance, is it possible for them to survive?

Many powerhouses are surging with mana fluctuations, but under the pressure brought by Mo You and Demon Chu, everything is just in vain.

"Boom!"

Mo Fan turned around, stepped in the air, holding a black epee, and walking towards the Soul Hall and the Qizong powerhouse.

"You...you are going to bully others!" The expressions of the soul hall and the Qizong powerhouse changed again.

At this moment.

Mo Fan's burly body seemed to be no different from the devil.

"Little master, isn't this learning from you?"

Mo Fan laughed furiously.

Holding a black epee, he slowly walked to the front of a powerful man named Dao Qing in Qi Zong, and patted his face with the sword.

"Before, you didn't ask me, what can I do for you?"

"Now, do you know?"

The meaning of coldness came through the sword body, making Dao Qing's heart shudder, and even his hands and feet couldn't help but feel cold.

"laugh!"

Raising his hand, the sword came out, and the blood spattered.

Mo Fan didn't deal with Daoqing like torturing Han Fei. Seeing that he was speechless, he ended the opponent's life with a single sword.

After that, he continued to walk towards another strong man.

"Didn't you say that even if the king of heaven and Laozi arrive today, he will not be able to save the little master?"

"what about now?"

The cold voice fell, and Mo Fan cut out with a single sword, taking the other's life away.

The heaven and the earth were slightly silent.

A group of figures silently watched Mo Fan step forward in the void, continuing to slay other strong men.

Every time a person is killed, Mo Fan will spit out a word that the other party has said before, as if to vent all his previous unhappiness at this moment.

Outside Qingu.

Yu Wanqing's beautiful eyes were a bit stagnant, and her heart was beating violently, only to feel that this scene was dreamlike.

It turned out that Mo Fan and others were not a group of casual cultivators without any background.

Moreover, the strong behind is far more powerful than imagined.

The human emperor is strong, in front of him, as weak as an ant, and has no resistance.

Even Han Fei, the master of the device sect, who is strong in the Saint King Realm, has no resistance.

"Did she do something wrong?" Yu Wanqing couldn't help but feel regret again in her heart.

"enough!"

At this moment, the soul spit out a voice, mixed with deep displeasure and anger.

Not only Qizong, but also a powerful emperor in his soul palace died under Mo Fan.

"not enough!"

Mo Fan said without thinking.

Today, these people are destined to die.

Not only to vent his anger, but also to solve his worries for Luo Wushu.

In this way, he can leave with confidence and return to the family.

"You are not the only ones from the'Hidden' race!"

In the soul of the soul, another voice uttered.