Infinite Heroes Seat

"court death!"

Looking coldly at Song Qingshu, who was rushing towards him with his sword, a sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Wen's mouth.

An index finger stretched out silently, and the next moment a thick sword aura shoved out directly, the strong sword light flashed past, and a blood hole appeared on Song Qingshu's forehead a few feet away, and blood flowed out silently. The action also froze on the spot.

"Green Book!"

Behind Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao, who was also chasing over, suddenly smashed. He saw his son rushing towards Mo Wen by himself, and he knew that he was not good, that Xiaoyao evil respect had been famous for a long time, and he was only with Zhang Sanfeng. I learned about one or two in the discussion, but now I saw his martial arts, but I was very jealous, but I didn’t expect my son to greet him because of a sudden impulse, and immediately had to follow him, but he saw the death of his beloved son. Huang Quan, anger was already in his heart, and blood was surging.

Song Yuanqiao is the leader of the Wudang people. He just rushed over. The Wudang faction didn’t think much and naturally followed. It was an odd number at this time. After all, the remaining three sects were busy breaking through the siege, and the palace. , Huashan faction was fighting fiercely.

"Master!"

"Green Book!"

Seeing Song Qingshu fell down, the remaining Wudang people also became anxious. After all, none of the seven people of the second generation of Wudang School was a fateful friendship. At this time, Song Yuanqiao came to lose his son. Everyone felt the same and couldn’t care about it. Mo Wen's prestige is about to swarm up.

But the scene is extremely chaotic, without any rules.

Here Mo Wen had both hands out, and the six veins formed a sword formation. In a short time, the Wudang faction's path was blocked by sword nets.

"Animal! No!" Song Yuanqiao let out a scream.

As if being cut by an invisible sharp blade, the first few people were dismembered in an instant, and the invisible sword energy was dyed red with blood, shè from the person's body, and then penetrated into the body of the next person. People fall down one by one like harvested wheat. Some people want to retreat, but they are blocked by the people behind them. They can only watch in vain as the sword energy shone into their body. It's just a few feet of road, but it seems like a moat. All the people of Wudang are blocked in the trap, unable to retreat, and can only be strangled by the sword air, and the blood of the people directly stains the ground under their feet.

In just a blink of an eye, all the Wudangmen who rushed over were strangled, and only Zhang Wuji stood there blankly, looking at the corpses in the place, the wreckage everywhere, and his eyes were filled with confusion. Is completely lost.

Everyone at the scene calmed down. In less than a stick of incense, the Wudang faction, one of the six major martial arts factions, was completely wiped out. The people of the remaining three factions swallowed their saliva and stopped their movements. The face of the leader was also extremely ugly, and even the people from the Imperial Palace and the Huashan School on the opposite side had no intention of entanglement. Everyone was shocked by the killings of the Demon God Mowen.

With a soft snort, Mo Wen's body floated up slowly without the help of external force, and flew into the air.

In this world for hundreds of years, Mo Wen has not been in vain. Now he has some preliminary insights into the power of the rules originally said. The whole world is like a line of threads weaving in his feelings. Although he couldn't understand the meaning of Cheng Cheng's network and could not use them, he was able to find some inconspicuous loopholes in it to exploit them, and in a short time he could use some forces that were not part of this world system.

Levitation, this magical skill finally reappeared in Mo Wen's hands after hundreds of years. Although it could only last for a few minutes, it was enough for Mo Wen to suppress these martial artists.

"Surrender or die!"

Mo Wen looked down indifferently from the air, his eyes cold and merciless.

The same words were spoken again, but the shock it brought was completely different. Although Mo Wen was terribly strong before, it was still understood by everyone, and he was still an individual, but now there is no wind to stand on his own, and Mo Wen who is suspended in the air is. There is another level, just like the gods and demons in the myth.

Looking at the figure in the sky, despair spreads continuously, and everyone seems to have a huge boulder in their hearts.

Finally, under that cold gaze, feeling the more and more intense killing intent, one of the three disciples could not hold on, threw the long sword in his hand on the ground, and knelt on the ground and shouted: "Evil Lord, spare your life! The disciple is willing to surrender!"

As if dominoes were like a domino, after that, the people of the three factions succumbed one by one, succumbed to the unfamiliar evil power, succumbed to the fear, and finally some people of Mingjiao couldn’t bear it, and they knelt down. On the ground.

As the warriors knelt to the ground, in a blink of an eye, only a few people in the entire square were still standing there, extremely conspicuous.

Mo Wen's gaze swept away, and the hearts of those few people were cold.

One of them was Zhou Dian, one of the five scattered people, and Mo Wen caught sight of him. His heart suddenly burst, and then he yelled at him: "Fuck you bullshit! Lao Zisheng is a Mingjiao person, and death is The ghost of Mingjiao only worships the leader and Mingzun in this life. There is no such thing as your **** so-called evil deity! I won't convince you when I die!"

Next to him stood a few hard bones from Mingjiao, Taoist Tieguan, and some Shaolin monks.

Just listen to one of the eminent monks saying loudly: "Amitabha Buddha! Donor Zhou said rightly, how can I wait for Buddhist followers to submit to demons, there will always be one, and my Buddhist monk will save you!"

After speaking, he glanced at the surrounding Buddhist disciples who were kneeling on the ground with disdain.

"Be willing to fall, and be careful to fall into the **** of Abi after death!"

Mo Wen's brows frowned. He didn't care about the lives and deaths of these people, but Mingjiao was related to his plan of destroying the Yuan. He actually couldn't stay in this world for a few years. According to the original statement, it was only ten. It only takes a few years. As the plot of Yitian continues to change, this time will decrease. Therefore, if you want to unify the country in a short time, you can only rely on the power of Mingjiao. The situation is unfavorable. Although he can stay in this world after time is up, but at that time, his own improvement of strength is equivalent to using the original source of Uehara, and it is better to directly borrow the original power to strengthen himself.

Watching Zhou Dian continue to clamor there undead, Mo Wen's eyebrows became more angry, but in a blink of an eye, he smiled again, and suddenly looked at Zhou Dian and said, "Zhou Dian, you said you only worship the leader, I don’t know. Is this true?"

Zhou Dian was taken aback, and then he said: "Yes, it's just that the leader of the sect has passed away early. Even if you are occupying Mingjiao, don't want me to admit you. Zhou Dian only recognizes the sacred fire decree, and only recognizes the great shift of the universe! Who will find it back? These two, who is the leader!"

At this time, he died soon, breaking the jar and confessing some of the inner affairs of Mingjiao.

Mo Wen showed an inexplicable smile, "Zhou Dian, the Holy Fire Order is not in my hands now, but the Great Shift of the Universe is in my hands, and it has been practiced. I also know the whereabouts of the Holy Fire Order. Fell into my hands."

"——So, Zhou Dian, are you still not convinced!"

Mo Wen suddenly roared, and at the same time carried out the magic of the gods.

Zhou Dian was shocked when he heard Mo Wenzhi's words, and then a sharp pain came in his head, his eyes went dark, and he knelt down involuntarily, but outsiders didn't know the secret, only when he heard Mo Wenzhi's words. Immediately gave in ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Several Mingjiao people were inexplicable, but Zhou Dian took the lead, Mo Wen said and made sense, looked at each other, and then Yang Xiao came forward and said: "I don't know what your words are true, if Your Excellency can show the great shift of the universe, and then I can retrieve the holy fire order, and I am willing to surrender!"

After all, no one wants to die in vain. At this time, when there is a step down, Yang Xiao and the others are also interested. Strictly speaking, Mo Wen has no grievances with Mingjiao. On the contrary, if he does not come today, the Mingjiao people may die in the hands of the six major factions. Even if the Imperial Palace and the Huashan School were originally Mo Wen's subordinates, the remaining four schools were not vegetarian, and they owed Mo Wen a love.

Looking at Yang Xiao underground, Mo Wen's eyes flashed, falling from the air, and rushing to him in the blink of an eye, slapped flatly.

The speed of this palm was not fast, it was light, and it didn't have much strength, but Yang Xiao knew how unscrupulous means, so how dare to careless.

"Your Excellency, do you want to force it to fail!"

Somewhat angrily roared, Yang Xiao raised his hand to hold Mo Wen’s attack, and then attacked with a backhand, but unexpectedly Mo Wen carried a strange force in his hand. He slapped Mo Wen’s hand and was taken away. He went in another direction, and then he could only watch Mo Wen slap the palm on his forehead, and closed his eyes in despair.