"Swish, swish" At the same time that Mo Yan drew his sword, the sword net made of six long swords had already covered Mo Yan.
The invisible power condensed in the sword net is overwhelming.
"Broken" Mo Yan roared and struck out the snow sword in his hand instantly.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The six men in black robes felt their arms go numb and they involuntarily retreated backwards.
"Swish, swish, swish."
Before Mo Yan could take a breath, the long and short swords of the six black-robed killers around him and above him were already in front of him.
"Sky Wolf Kowtow" Mo Yan roared angrily, and as soon as his right foot touched the ground, he raised it up at high speed, and the sharp sword shadow swept towards the black-robed warriors in front of him at full speed.
"Hiss!"
At the same time as Luo Yan made his move, the long swords of the two black-robed killers on the east and west sides of him had already slashed across Mo Yan's chest and clothes at the north and back.
Mo Yan only felt a slight chill in his body.
Two streaks of blood flowed out of his body.
"Death!"
Mo Yan roared, and his figure in the void suddenly folded down.
The snow sword stabbed straight down at full speed.
Several domineering snow-white sword shadows instantly enveloped the four black-robed people under him.
Among them.
"Be careful!"
the four shouted in unison.
The four quickly changed their positions in a strange way, and each of the four's swords protected the other's body.
Mo Yan frowned slightly as he descended at an extremely fast speed, secretly marveling at the tacit understanding the other party had developed over the years and the trust between each other in life and death.
How many people in the world can entrust their lives to others to protect them?
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"Clang!"
The four men in black robes and Mo Yan's sword were instantly entangled.
After receiving Mo Yan's head-on blow, the four of them quickly scattered with their right feet on the ground.
Mo Yan's tricky and domineering sword moves were all resolved by the tacit cooperation of the four opponents.
"Swish, swish, swish" The other eight men in black did not give Mo Yan a chance to breathe.
The moment Mo Yan's feet touched the ground, eight daggers shot at Mo Yan from different directions at high speed, eight black streaks The colored figure followed the eight daggers.
Although the eight people cooperated extremely well, they always seemed a little inconsistent.
Mo Yan didn't expect that these twelve black-robed men would cooperate so closely.
Apart from protecting himself, his sword moves would not have any chance to attack.
As long as he attacked a few of the twelve men, he would be The remaining warriors will give Mo Yan the most fatal blow from other directions.
Mo Yan's overbearing and extraordinary Heavenly Wolf sword technique also made the twelve people who had reached the high level of Sword Emperor extremely frustrated.
No matter how closely they cooperated, they would be broken by the other party's overbearing sword moves at the last moment.
This was not possible in this situation.
In all the years since their debut, this is the first time they have encountered such a difficult young opponent.
Just when Mo Yan was fighting with the twelve men in black robes, a figure rushed from the sky like a stream of light.
His figure paused in the woods.
The figure swayed slightly and stood firmly.
He stood on a giant tree in the distance, staring closely at the several people fighting in the woods.
He saw a fiery light flashing in this man's eyes.
He was shocked by the tacit cooperation of more than a dozen men in black in the forest, their tricky attack angles, and the life-and-death trust between them.
The young man in gray clothes and holding a long sword who was surrounded by everyone made Yunfeng's heart itch with the domineering sword moves he performed.
Among the young people of his generation, except for Luo Luo, who fought with him in Fenlin Temple, Apart from the cold words of the ruthless sword, this man should be regarded as the third young man of his generation that he actively wanted to fight with.
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"Seven stars reflect the moon" a black-robed killer roared angrily, and six black-robed men struck at Mo Yan from six different directions at high speed.
"No."
Mo Yan was startled.
When Mo Yan found that a black-robed killer suddenly appeared above his head and rushed towards him, his figure was already shrouded in the shadow of seven swords.
Five daggers flew from Mo Yan's body at extremely fast speeds.
The six men in black robes shot into the gap, blocking all Mo Yan's escape routes.
"Ten thousand swords share the same sorrow" Mo Yan roared, swinging the snow sword in his hand at high speed, and the extremely oppressive sword shadow in the sky shot out from Mo Yan's snow sword at high speed.
Ten Thousand Swords and Sadness is one of the most domineering sword moves in Mo Yan Yilang's sword technique.
Although this sword move was extremely domineering a few years ago, it also had huge flaws.
And after Mo Yan met a wandering divine monk a year ago, he quickly combined several flaws in Mo Yan's Sirius swordsmanship.
Since then, Mo Yan's Heavenly Wolf swordsmanship has not only become nearly flawless, but its swordsmanship has also doubled in power.
There was a sound of "hissing" and the sound of clothes being torn by sharp weapons.
Although the twelve people dodged very fast, they still could not avoid the lightning-like snow-white sword shadow.
The chests of the twelve black-robed men, The arms all had sword wounds of varying severity.
"Pfft" Mo Yan spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Mo Yan held on to the tip of his snow sword before he could barely stand still.
Although this move of Ten Thousand Swords of Sorrow was quite powerful, it also consumed a lot of sword energy in his body.
What surprised Luo Yan even more was that these twelve people were able to dodge his deadly move.
The scarlet blood slowly flowed out from the wounds on Mo Yan's body, as if to remind him that he did not have much time left.
If he continued to waste it like this, even if he did not die in the hands of twelve people, he would still be drained of blood from his body.
And died.
"Tian Luo Sword Net" the twelve men in black robes shouted almost simultaneously, each walking in a familiar direction.
The long and short swords in the hands of the twelve people shot with all their strength, and then shot at Mo Yan in the sword net.
Although their nature Luo Jianwang's power is slightly reduced with one less person, but if it has to deal with Mo Yan, who has been seriously injured, I believe there will be no problem.
Suddenly, Mo Yan felt a huge coercion from heaven and earth shrouding him.
In the void, twenty-four sharp swords of different lengths rushed to Mo Yan in the blink of an eye and shot at Mo Yan from several different directions.
Mo Yan waved the snow sword in his hand with difficulty, blocking the sword shot from the air, but Mo Yan became less and less confident in himself.
His hands and feet seemed to be tied up by invisible filaments, and he wanted to move.
All appear extremely difficult.
However, the twenty-four long and short swords flying rapidly in the void were entangled with Mo Yan like ghosts, leaving Mo Yan with no time to breathe.
The twelve men in black robes nodded in agreement, and six of them stared hard at the ground with their feet on the ground, and then quickly moved vertically towards Mo Yan in the sword net.
The six of them grabbed a long sword in the air and stabbed Mo Yan from different directions, who was struggling to move.
"Take care of yourself" Sensing the domineering momentum of the six people, Mo Yan glanced desperately at Mo Chuxue in the distance, his eyes full of reluctance and helplessness.
Mo Yan held the snow sword horizontally, clamped the tip of the sword tightly with the five fingers of his left hand, and roared: "Sword Sacrifice Technique" As soon as Mo Yan finished speaking, his left and right hands quickly condensed a huge amount of energy and injected it into the snow sword.
In an instant, cracks appeared on the blade of the "snow sword" in his hands.
Just before the six black-robed men The moment the tip of the sword was about to hit Mo Yan, the snow sword in Mo Yan's hand was instantly transformed into countless prismatic iron pieces, and the light shot out in all directions.
The void where the iron pieces passed was cut out.
A series of slender space cracks.
The six men in black robes who were very close to Mo Yan shook slightly, and then fell down one after another.
A piece of snow-white iron was inserted above each person's head.
Mo Yan felt his feet go weak, and he knelt down on one knee.
He felt his chest surge, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of Mo Yan's mouth again.
Mo Yan raised his head with difficulty and squeezed out a smile that was even uglier than crying.
He looked at Mo Chuxue in the distance who was wearing a gauze and a bamboo hat.
Apart from guilt, there was only endless love and pity in his eyes.
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He, Mo Yan, is called the patron saint by the world.
Everyone knows that he is the patron saint of Mojiazhuang, but who in the world knows that there is only one person he really protects and wants to protect the most, and that is the person he was a child in?
When he was young, he decided to marry her as his wife.
The six people outside the "Death" sword net rushed in front of Mo Yan like crazy, raised their swords high, and slashed at Mo Yan.
Their grief-stricken eyes seemed to cut Mo Yan alive. .
Just when the swords of the six people were just inches away from Mo Yan.
"Whoosh!"
A silver-gray figure flew out from a giant tree quickly, shooting towards the six black-robed men in the woods like a stream of light.
I saw a cold blue flash across the woods.
The figures of the six men in black robes paused slightly, but their raised hands were still unable to cut down.
"Bang, bang, bang," the six people fell down one after another.
The man wearing silver-gray clothes and a wide silver-gray cape slowly put the long sword with a trace of blood on the tip into the scabbard on his back.
"Mo Yan" Mo Chuxue, who was in the distance, ran over quickly and supported the swaying Mo Yan.
"Mo Yan" When the man in silver-gray clothes heard Mo Chuxue's shout, he turned his head sharply and stared in disbelief at the young man kneeling on the ground, with bursts of fiery excitement flashing in his eyes. .
Mo Yan raised his head with difficulty, gave a fist to the young man in front of him who saved his life, and said softly: "Mo Yan, thank you brother for your help.
I am very grateful."
"My surname is Ling.
I don't know that you are the patron saint of the five geniuses in mainland China, Mo Yan."
Yunfeng asked excitedly.
If the other party is Mo Yan, he appears here at this time, and he must also be heading to Qifeng City to participate in this event.
Five Nations Youth Martial Arts Competition.
At that time, when the five young masters gather together, he Yunfeng must learn all the four words in the legend.
"I am the one who made Brother Ling laugh."
Mo Yan replied.
"It is said in the mainland that all the five geniuses are extremely talented and have extraordinary martial arts skills.
At first, I thought that the rumors about the five young masters were not just a gimmick randomly arranged by boring people in the mainland to fool the world.
But today, it seems that it is indeed true.
There's something going on.
The Demon Sword Luo Yan's Qilin Blood Sword is so domineering that no more than ten of his peers in the world can block his moves; the Ruthless Sword Lengyan not only has superb sword skills.
He is an extraordinary person, and he has mastered the essence of the secret escape and assassination skills of the Killing God Hall.
The sword is ruthless and ruthless.
As for Brother Mo Yan, the sword technique just now must be the Tianlang sword technique that is famous in the mainland.
I see this sword below.
He is extremely cunning and arrogant.
It seems that the fifth genius from mainland China is truly worthy of his reputation."
Yun Feng looked at Mo Yan with a solemn expression and said loudly.
"Does Brother Ling also have friendship with Luo Yan and Leng Yan?"
Mo Yan asked softly.
"Leng Yan and I only have a one-time relationship, not friendship.
As for Luo Yan and I, I once had a hearty battle with him.
Although I only fought once with him, it can be regarded as the best battle since I have been practicing martial arts for many years. , the only fight to the fullest," Yunfeng said excitedly.
Every time he thought of the battle with Luo Yan in Fenlin Temple, the blood in Yunfeng's heart boiled quickly.
"Your Excellency once fought with Luo Yan."
Mo Yan stared at the young man in front of him who was wearing silver-gray clothes and carrying a giant sword on his back, as if he was thinking about something.
Suddenly, Mo Yan stared at Yunfeng in great surprise and said excitedly: "Your Excellency, you are Yunfeng of the Yanzimen of Yushan."
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"This is Yunfeng," Yunfeng responded sternly.
"Ahem, cough, cough.
I've heard for a long time that Yunfeng's sword skills are superb.
Today, when I see him, he is truly worthy of his reputation."
Mo Yan said excitedly, staring at Yunfeng in front of him with extremely fiery eyes
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