"Kakukkakukkakukkaku..."

In the sky, swords and swords were colliding, and thousands of sword lights were destroyed invisibly.

Liu Haoran's sword speed reached the extreme, unprecedented.

This will be the biggest hard battle he has encountered since he practiced his sword!

However, even Liu Haoran, who is known for his fast sword, now has to seem to be struggling under the third move of the Mo Wangchen Wuliang Sword.

Lingtian style is too terrible. The sword rain seems like a star, falling endlessly, as if it will never stop.

In the end, Liu Haoran's speed of drawing the sword was no longer faster than the falling sword rain.

Ten thousand sword lights spread over his head, locking him and slashing him down together, eventually submerging him in it.

"Shisheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshe

The sharp sword light was endless, and it carried out a cover-type attack, shattering the area where Liu Haoran was, even the ground was destroyed.

In the terrifying eyes of everyone in Taifeng City, Liu Haoran finally penetrated his body and was cut into blood mist, his body was destroyed, and his body was teleported out.

The moment he appeared in Taifeng City, Liu Haoran's face was extremely pale and finally couldn't help coughing blood. After taking a deep breath, he stared at Mo Wangchen, who was standing in front of Tianlan's Holy Son with a sword on the fifth level of Tianyu.

"What a terrible sword technique!"

"Who can stop such a supreme offensive in the same territory?"

In Taifeng City, after a brief silence, a noise broke out in the crowd.

Many people couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, their eyes were filled with fear. When they recalled the scene when Liu Haoran was penetrated by Wan Jian just now, they still couldn't help but tremble.

It's so scary. Is this Mo Wangchen's true strength?

"Even the Ghost Sword Liu Haoran is defeated. Now, the Holy Son of Tianlan should take action himself..."

Someone spoke, his eyes full of passion. At present, the strength shown by Mo Wangchen is no less than that of the genius of the Saint Son. In the case of a confrontation with the Saint Son in the same realm, who is stronger and weaker when he fights the Saint Son of Tianlan?

"In the same battle, I have no chance of winning in his hands. This person has grown too fast. Even if I absorbed the opportunities gained from the Chaos God Tomb, I am still not as good as him!"

Within the fifth level of heaven, Zhen Ming clenched his fists. After a fight, he naturally saw from the beginning and the end. The strength shown by Mo Wangchen was shocking. Zhen Ming believed that even if everyone was equal in strength, he could not be Mo Wangchen's opponent at all.

Moreover, I am afraid that I will lose at the moment of fighting!

"The God Bell Assessment, Creation Initiation, A hundred years of rebellion, I must win the championship, otherwise I will be destined to be trampled by him for the rest of my life!"

Zhen Ming gritted his teeth, feeling extremely unwilling. When Yu Xianlai Peak first saw Mo Wangchen, the other party was just an ant in his eyes. He never thought that in less than half a year, Mo Wangchen had completely surpassed him.

At the same time, the Ziji Saint Son, who was in the fifth level of heaven, was silent. Saint Yun Xi looked into the distance with a beautiful eyes and remained silent for a long time. Saint Son Tianwu had a calm face and finally took his eyes back from the direction where Mo Wangchen was.

"Now, do you still think I'm not worthy of your personal action?"

Mo Wangchen stood with his sword and turned around and looked at the Holy Son of Tianlan. His eyes were extremely cold and his murderous intent was revealed.

"Very good! You can defeat Haoran, you are indeed worth my personal attack, but that is just the qualification to make me take action. Mo Wangchen, I will let you see what is truly invincible in the same realm!"

The Holy Son of Tianlan shouted angrily, his body burst out, left the cushion, and flew into the air.

He stood out of thin air with his hands behind his back, his eyes blooming, and his body was surrounded by infinite holy lights, as if he was a son of the sky. Before he had achieved the truth, he had already had an invincible aura that a strong man in a rebellious state ruled the world!

"You think you are extraordinary in swordsmanship, and even Haoran is not your opponent, but unfortunately, in my eyes, your sword does not pose any threat to me."

Tianlan Shengzi's eyes fell coldly on Mo Wangchen's body. His faint words were filled with extreme confidence. He smiled disdainfully and said again, "If you don't believe it, you can try it and I will stand here. If your sword can hurt me at all, I will understand it myself today and stop the assessment path."

"What?"

Hearing this, everyone in Taifeng City was surprised, "It's true or false? Is it motionless, let Mo Wangchen attack?"

"That's a genius who has comprehended the sword intent. He defeated the head of the seven swords of the Tianwu in the East Wilderness. Now even the ghost sword Liu Haoran in the North Wilderness has been defeated. Is the Holy Son of Tianlan a little arrogant?" Even the older generation of masters could not believe it.

In the battle with Liu Haoran just now, they witnessed the power of the sword technique Mo Wangchen used, especially the last move of Lingtian style, and the ten thousand swords slashing. I am afraid that even the immortal sword body of the Saint Son of Tianwu would not dare to shake it?

What exactly did Tianlan Shengzi dare to say such a false statement?

Between everyone's shock and shock, Mo Wangchen also frowned slightly in the fifth heaven. He saw an extreme confidence in the eyes of the Holy Son of Tianlan. This was not arrogant and arrogant, but gave people a feeling of invincibility that truly surpassed all living beings.

“Buzz…”

After a cold snorting, Mo Wangchen's hand, the Daotian sword trembled violently, the sword roared, and the world became dark again. He directly used the third move of the Infinite Sword Technique to integrate the power of the sword intent.

In an instant, the thousands of sword lights appeared again, locking the entire Saint Son of Tianlan. The sword lights fell like rainbows, and the offensive was much more terrifying than when he was fighting against Liu Haoran just now.

"Boom!"

The Holy Son of Tianlan stood with his hands behind his back, motionless, with a very plain face. Just as the sword light approached his head, he saw his body suddenly tremble, and a red mist spread out from him, as if a certain kind of wind stimulation had formed, protecting him in it.

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

Ten thousand swords slashed and completely descended on the Holy Son of Tianlan. However, what Mo Wangchen and everyone could not have imagined was that after touching the red wind storm around Tianlan, these sword lights completely collapsed and collapsed, and could not break its defense at all.

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

The sword light continued to disappear. After a moment, all the swords collapsed and disappeared. The heaven and earth gradually returned to their original brightness. In the air, the Holy Son of Tianlan was still standing quietly in place, with his eyes coldly looking at Mo Wangchen.

"I have been tempered with the holy blood of rebirth. After more than two thousand years, I have finally created an supreme physique, unique to the world, and I am the only one in the ages."

Only the faint voice of the Holy Son of Tianlan was heard spreading. He looked at Mo Wangchen, and a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes, "I call it the Reverse Life God Body, your sword is vulnerable in front of my God Body."
Chapter completed!