A middle-aged man with dried blood stains all over his body was helped into the main hall of "Haifeng Hall".
After seeing the hall master Hai Xinyan, this man bowed respectfully to him.
"Xinghai, what's going on?"
Hai Xinyan said coldly as she looked at the man being helped in.
"Master, Mo Yan is here, and all our brothers who stayed in the seven halls in the southeast area died under his sword overnight," Yan Xinghai said tremblingly.
In his panicked eyes, it was not difficult to see what was going on in his heart. of fear.
"What?"
Hai Xinyan stood up in a hurry, walked quickly to Yan Xinghai, tightened the clothes on his chest with her right hand, and said excitedly: "Say it to me again."
"How is that possible?"
The nearly two dozen masters in the hall couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.
The masters left in the seven southeast halls were all the best in their "Haifeng Hall".
Unexpectedly, they were all killed by Mo Yan overnight.
How could they believe this.
"Hall Master, Mo Yan killed all our brothers who had just stayed in the seven halls southeast of Mojiazhuang the night before yesterday.
No one among the hundreds of brothers was spared except me," Yan Xinghai said sadly.
"Shut up, it's impossible!"
Hai Xinyan roared, and before Yan Xinghai could finish speaking, he slapped Yan Xinghai hard on the face.
With a "pop" sound, Yan Xinghai's figure was thrown nearly a foot away by Hai Xinyan's palm, and fell heavily to the ground.
"He Mo Yan is just a young boy in his twenties, how can he kill my brother who was left at the entrance of the Seventh Hall?
I think you are talking nonsense," Hai Xinyan roared with a ferocious face.
"Xinghai, please tell me carefully what is going on," an old man at the head of the hall said loudly as he looked at Yan Xinghai lying on the ground.
"Reporting to the Great Elder, late at night last night, a young man holding a long sword came to the hall where my "Southeast Branch" was stationed.
The helmsman Hai Xinhong noticed the domineering murderous aura on his body and knew that he was If the person who comes is not good, he will be divided into good hands.
We were on full alert.
When the young man approached, we found that he was holding several bloody heads.
These heads turned out to be the helmsmen of the seven gates southeast of Mojiazhuang where we were stationed at Haifeng Hall. ."
Yan Xinghai said in horror.
"Then what?"
the great elder asked loudly.
"When the helmsman Hai Xinhong saw the head in the opponent's hand, he already knew that the opponent must be a master of Mojiazhuang, so he didn't say anything more, drew his sword and fought with the opponent.
The result was the result."
"What's the result?"
the great elder said coldly, with a trace of violent killing intent flashing in his cold eyes.
"The helmsman Hai Xinhong was beheaded by the man after he failed to survive three moves," Yan Xinghai said tremblingly.
The night before yesterday, when Mo Yan's unpredictable sword cut off the helmsman's head, no one among the dozens of masters in their southeast branch could see clearly how the other party made the move.
"Then how did you survive?"
the great elder said coldly.
"Mo Yan didn't kill me.
He broke off one of my arms and asked me to deliver a message to the hall master."
Yan Xinghai's body trembled violently.
He didn't even dare to look at Hai Xinyan again.
"Hmm, I didn't expect that the Southeast Branch Chief of Haifeng Hall would become Mo Yan's messenger.
Tell me, what did Mo Yan ask you to bring me?"
Hai Xinyan looked at Yan Xinghai angrily and said loudly.
"Mo Yan said, let the great elder of Haifeng Hall send your head to Mojiazhuang.
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The incident of Haifeng Hall's attack on the seventh hall of Mojiazhuang will be cancelled.
Otherwise," Yan Xinghai tightened his limbs.
He clung to the ground, his body trembling like a sieve but he never dared to finish his words.
"Otherwise, so what?"
Hai Xinyan said with a smile instead of getting angry.
"I dare not say anything," Yan Xinghai said loudly.
"Say, otherwise what will happen to Mo Yan?"
Hai Xinyan shouted loudly.
"Otherwise, with the snow sword in his hand, he will drink all the blood of the masters of our Hai Feng Hall," Yan Dehai said loudly.
"How presumptuous!
He is nothing more than a stinking, yellow-tongued kid who dares to speak so arrogantly.
He is not putting the masters of Hai Feng Hall in the eyes of us."
A boss next to the elder patted the seat.
He immediately stood up and cursed loudly.
"Hmph, no matter what extraordinary abilities Mo Yan has, as long as he enters my sphere of influence in Hai Feng Hall, I will make sure that he dies without a burial place."
Hai Xinyan said fiercely through gritted teeth.
"Master, don't be angry.
Although Mo Yan is just a boy in his twenties, the empire has said that his self-created "Sirian Wolf Sword Technique" is unparalleled in the world.
His cultivation is extraordinary at a young age.
At this time, we must not act on impulse."
Third Elder Hai Jingwen said loudly.
"Third brother, do you have any good ideas?"
the elder asked loudly. " "At present, the enemy is hidden and we are clear, so we can only take one step at a time.
We must first order all the forces in the hall to take precautions, and other matters can be dealt with later.
Although Mo Yan's "Sirius Sword Technique" is well-known in the mainland, no one can Even though he has three heads and six arms, he is only a young man in his twenties.
Within our sphere of influence, Hai Fengtang, I don’t expect them to be able to make big waves."
Hai Jingwen said coldly.
"Lord, there are rumors in mainland China that "Patron Saint Mo Yan" has superb swordsmanship, but I don't believe how much skill a young man in his twenties can have.
If he really comes, I would like to see that legend."
Is the genius boy in the movie really as powerful as the legend says?"
A middle-aged man sitting at the end of the door stood up and said loudly.
"Whoa!"
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, a cold light flashed across his throat.
The middle-aged man only felt a slight chill on his neck, and his mind went blank.
Everyone stared at the middle-aged man near the door with their eyes wide open.
They saw that there was a small red line on the man's neck at some point, and traces of blood quickly emerged from the red line.
"Boom!"
The middle-aged man's body softened and he collapsed on the ground.
"Clang, clang, clang."
All the masters sitting in Haifeng Hall quickly drew their weapons and stared solemnly at the young man standing in front of the door with no expression on his face.
"Why did your Excellency break into the main hall of our "Haifeng Hall" without permission and kill our disciples?"
Hai Xinyan stood up and glared at the expressionless and slender man standing in the hall holding a silver-white sword in his hand.
The young man said loudly.
"You should be Hai Xinyan, the master of "Haifeng Hall"," the young man said coldly.
"Exactly, Your Excellency," Hai Xinyan said in a deep voice.
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"Mo Yan in Mojiazhuang," Mo Yan replied coldly.
"Mo Yan!"
All the warriors in the hall exclaimed.
They all carried weapons and walked around Mo Yan, surrounding Mo Yan.
Mo Yan looked at the masters of "Hai Feng Hall" with a sneer, with a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
These so-called sword kings and sword emperors, but in his eyes, they are just some who have already become the true god of Shura.
It's just a dead body with a name on it.
At first, before going to the southeast hall, Mo Yan only planned to take back several halls in the southeast that were occupied by Haifeng Hall, and then get rid of Hai Xinyan to scare "Haifeng Hall" and other gangs in the northwest, and then he stopped there.
But when Mo Yan went to Southeast Hall's sphere of influence and learned from the surviving disciples of the seven halls that all the brothers in the seven halls were almost killed by the "Haifeng Hall", Mo Yan decided to retaliate with blood.
Return blood.
Otherwise, given the village owner's current condition, it is unknown how many gangs will try to attack Mojiazhuang in the future.
"Mo Yan, you have already killed our brothers who were staying at Seventh Hall.
I was worried that I couldn't find you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door.
I will never tolerate you today."
Hai Xinyan stared at Mo Yan, coldly.
Said coldly.
"Humph, I swore in front of the graves of the seven dead brothers that I would use your blood to pay homage to their souls.
Today I am here to take the heads from your neck."
Mo Yan said coldly. , he really didn’t like killing people, but when he saw the new grave where hundreds of doors in Mojiazhuang were buried, he was so unwilling to kill people, but he still wanted to pacify "Haifeng Hall" and avenge everyone. .
"In that case, don't blame us for being rude.
Brothers, kill him to avenge the dead brothers."
Hai Xinyan gritted his teeth ferociously in front of him.
"Kill" everyone shouted, and the weapons in their hands quickly hit Mo Yan who was standing in front of them.
"Humph" Mo Yan snorted coldly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a trace of cold murderous intent flashed in his cold eyes.
"Dark Night Star Flash" Just when everyone's weapons were only a few inches away from Mo Yan, Mo Yan roared, crossed his left and right feet, and the snow sword in his hand instantly swept out a circle in the air.
A ray of cold silver light was seen rapidly sweeping out in all directions with Mo Yan as the center.
The silver light instantly penetrated the masters who were flying towards him with all their strength
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