Son-in-law Dan Zun

Qin Xiong's face was gloomy, and it was hard to see the extreme.

Facing Mo Fan, he always had the feeling that a talented person met soldiers, and he couldn't explain why.

Let him prepare so many popular words and rhetoric in advance.

Under his swearing, he was always unsustainable.

"Don't deceive people too much, the advent of the world is not an existence that you are qualified to provoke."

The other strong people in Wenshishan shouted.

"Don't worry, the three brothers are not dead, and the advent mountain will be destroyed sooner or later." Mo Fan replied without looking back.

Immediately, a punch fell towards Qin Xiong.

Qin Xiong raised his head, his body surged with the force of the law of swordsmanship, revealing an extremely cold and solemn intention.

"kill!"

The cold voice came from his mouth.

I saw the power of the law of kendo turned into a terrible sword light, slashing out.

The imperial realm can directly explode offensive with the power of the law that has been comprehended.

Rather than simply blending the power of the law into an ordinary offensive.

Compared with the fusion realm, the power and power are naturally completely different from each other.

"Broken!" Mo Fan raised his arm, and there was a terrifying dark golden light flowing on the black epee, revealing an extremely terrifying power.

Swordsmanship, he has a good comprehension, and his strength is more than that of Qin Xiong, so what is there to be afraid of.

The black epee slashed out, and the space in front of him crazed with a crackling sound, as if it had been blasted directly into a black hole, and the terrible fluctuations were permeated.

Qin Xiong's face changed suddenly, and the aura flowing on his body became more and more fierce, as if it merged with the sword of the law that slashed out.

As the swords crossed, Qin Xiong's expression changed again, and above his body, the terrifying kendo airflow surged and roared with the mana fluctuations.

"Really weak!" Mo Fan let out a cold voice.

His figure was still faintly elevated, and a violent force poured out like a mountain torrent, sending Qin Xiong's figure into the air.

The defense of the body surface was torn and shattered by the violent sword energy.

Sword Qi tore through his flesh, making his figure torn and bruised all over his body.

On the hideous wound, blood was spotted, dripping recklessly, and his breath became weak.

However, within a moment of effort, his body was no longer the light and breezy at the beginning, and the gesture of pointing Jiangshan was gone.

After all, no one would have thought that it was just that Mo Fan in the late stage of the Fusion Realm could crush him head-on.

Another battlefield!

Almost at the same time that Qin Xiong chose to shoot, the rest of the powerhouses were going to kill Luo Wushu.

Especially those three powerhouses at the peak of the Fusion Realm.

They can't deal with Mo Fan, and can't they deal with a holy ant?

In the void, there was a gust of wind roaring, one after another, the sword shot out.

For a time, there were thousands of sharp swords hanging down towards Luo Wushu's figure at the same time.

Including the powerhouses of Dark Moon Island, they didn't look at it coldly anymore.

Absolutely all shots, wanting to punish Luo Wushu.

Although Luo Wushu's face was slightly pale, but there was no wave of trouble, and his strength during these months of hard cultivation had not been improved.

On the contrary, his promotion is extremely obvious.

It's just because of the return of Mo Fan and Yaoyue, he doesn't need to act in many cases.

"laugh!"

The purple blood sword in his hand bloomed with dazzling cold light, and his figure turned into afterimages, shuttled forward with the sword.

The bursting sound resounded one after another, and a sharp sword was crazily crushed.

"hiss!"

For a time, there were countless sounds of cold breath, Luo Wushu's strength was so powerful.

Obviously he was only in the late stage of the ninth stage of the holy way, but at this moment he seemed to be a tiger entering a flock.

Killing is extremely cruel.

"Rumble!" At this moment, another piercing wind came.

Yaoyue rushed to help after solving many strong people.

His eyes suddenly chilled when he saw Luo Wushu's slightly pale face.

"Who dares to move my brother?"

With a low drink, Yaoyue's furious figure arrived at this battlefield instantly, and the spear burst out with extreme sharpness.

In an instant, one by one the strong fell on it.

"Damn it!" Darkyue's expression became extremely cold, and under the mad killing of Yaoyue and Luo Wushu, there were already more than half of the strong on Darkyue Island who fell on the spot.

As for the three peaks of the Fusion Realm in the World Mountain, their expressions are also extremely ugly.

How come these three people are better than the other evildoers?

Are they really just casual cultivators coming out of the unknown island?

"Dead!" The three of them were shocked, Yaoyue had already descended in front of him, and the terrifying shadow of the guns directly enveloped the three of them.

In front of the three of them, there were violent sword auras, which turned into a storm and swept out.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The sound came out one after another, and everyone saw only three people, who were blasted back one after another.

This makes their faces ashamed. Are they really going to stay here today?

"Sneer!" Luo Wushu's figure appeared strangely behind him, and a sword cut down with a sharp sharp edge.

Dark Moon felt cold, walking on the edge of life and death all year round, giving it a much more sensitive perception than ordinary people.

After nine deaths, his figure instinctively moved to the side.

However, the speed of the Purple Blood Sword was too fast, and it still fell from the position of its shoulder.

"laugh!"

The blood spattered, and the broken arm was as smooth as a mirror.

Dark Moon took advantage of the situation and slashed out a sword, only to see Luo Wushu floating and then retreating, speaking lightly.

"I heard that you are good at assassination!"

Yun Danfengqing's voice, but like a slap in the face, slapped his face, extremely embarrassing.

Good at assassination, but failed to attack Luo Wushu.

Then, Luo Wushu followed the other way, returned to his body, succeeded in the sneak attack, and dropped his arm.

"Little beast!" Dark Moon gritted her teeth as she flew towards Luo Wushu, showing her speed to the extreme.

Luo Wu wrote without waves, and there was only a sense of incomparable indifference in his eyes.

Just now, even a sneak attack can't kill myself, still thinking about it now?

As said before, he has never had a good impression of someone like Dark Moon.

There is a chance to kill, and it is even more impossible to let it go.

In front of him, many sources of power emerged, turning into a terrifying storm of swordsmanship, permeating the purple blood sword, and then cut out.

"Return to the market!"

With a sword out, the world was shocked, and the space was plunged into violent shocks.

Dark Moon's pupils shrank suddenly, and her face changed drastically.

The terrible kendo storm seemed to penetrate the space, teleported, and appeared in front of him in an instant.

With a loud bang, his sword-holding figure was instantly swallowed by the kendo storm.

Terrible power erupted from it.

"Do not……"

Dark Moon's voice came from the sword storm.

"Island Lord!" The surviving Dark Moon Island people shouted, and they could feel the powerlessness and despair in that voice.

Soon, the kendo storm dissipated.

The dark moon's figure also disappeared, turning into a powder.

At the same time, the three powerhouses at the pinnacles of the Magical Fusion Realm in the World Mountain also fell under the spear of Demon Yue one after another.

The tragic meaning filled this world.

The meaning of despair enshrouded a few strong survivors.

These three people are simply the killing gods who came out of hell.

"Ahhhhh..."

"You three little beasts who don't want to die, you will definitely not die."

A frantic voice came from Qin Xiong's mouth.

Cultivate well, that is normal.

As the injuries on his body continue to get heavier, how can the people of the mountain die in front of them one after another, how can they maintain their usual self-cultivation.

"The life and death of the young masters is not your turn to worry about, but your storage ring is laughed at."

Mo Fan's voice faintly sounded.

The storage of a strong man in the imperial realm for many years, presumably, is more abundant.

As for Qin Xiong's threat, he directly chose to ignore it.

If you let Qin Xiong and the others go, wouldn't it mean you won't die?

Moreover, the anger in the hearts of the three brothers does not need to be vented with each other's blood.

Could it be that these East China Sea forces are allowed to bully them?