How could Tu Tian not see that he was taking it out on himself? Tu Tian suddenly turned sideways, waved his hand suddenly, and slashed down with his sword.

Moro was shocked, and hurriedly raised his sword to resist. "Cang!" sounded, and Moro flew back at high speed. The long sword in his hand kept screaming, and his palms were a little numb.

"Boy! You are looking for death." Moro said angrily.

Feng Yun looked down on him and humiliated him, which was already unbearable for him. Now he was repulsed by a younger generation. Whoever this was, would be angry.

"Hmph!" Tu Tian snorted coldly and said, "Take it out on me. Do you think I'm a barrel for you to vent your anger on? If you have the ability, just go with Feng Yun! If you don't have the courage, just go and cool off."

"You! I want your life!" Moro was furious and shot at him with his sword.

Tu Tian was not afraid at all, and struck down with his sword. The unparalleled sword aura suddenly met the long sword.

"Clang!" came out, and the long sword in Moro's hand suddenly became bent.

"Boom!" Moro suddenly waved his palm, and Tu Tian counterattacked with a punch. Moro was immediately knocked away, and Tu Tian also took more than ten steps back.

Moro was a little shocked that he was defeated by a junior. Could it be that the world has really changed? The older generation has withdrawn from the stage, and now it is really the world of young people.

Tu Tian said coldly: "I thought you were so powerful, but that's all."

"Boy, you and Feng Yun are in the same group. Don't even think about escaping today." Moro said.

Tu Tian said: "Don't give me random hats, I'm not the same as them."

"Boy, stop quibbling. It's useless to quibble. I won't let you go," Moro said.

Tu Tian said coldly: "If you don't let me go, I won't let you go."

Feng Yun was laughing in his heart, laughing at Moro's ignorance and stupidity. He had been thinking about how to bring Tu Tian to his side, but now it was better. Moro had helped him so much that he couldn't help but think more.

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"Kill! Kill this kid first, and then deal with Feng Yun." Moro suddenly ordered.

Of the four people who came together, two of them came to besiege Tutian.

"Feng Yun! Let me ask you again, are you sure you want to fight?" Mo Long said suddenly.

Feng Yun smiled and said: "The strong are respected. If you defeat me, you can take away everything I have."

"Okay! If that's the case, don't blame me for repaying kindness with hatred!" Mo Long said.

Feng Yun said coldly: "I don't even expect you to repay my kindness!"

The remaining two old men surrounded Feng Yun.

"Brother Zhanhun, go help Tu Tian!" Feng Yun said.

"Help him, why? He is your enemy, you have to figure it out." War Spirit said.

Feng Yun said: "Because I believe that there are no eternal enemies in this world. Sometimes enemies can become friends. That's the time now."

"Okay! Then be careful, the strength of these guys is no joke." War Spirit said.

Feng Yun stared at the two men carefully, and only waited for the two old men to make a move, then he came first and struck them.

As soon as the old man started to take action, Feng Yun shot forward very fast and stabbed out with his sword.

The old man was so powerful that he managed to avoid this fatal sword, but it also left a deep gash on his body.

Feng Yun quickly changed his sword moves, and with a sound of "Chi!", a bloody gash appeared on the old man's body.

In addition, the old man suddenly slashed down with his sword, and the huge sword light and unparalleled sword strength lifted Feng Yun away; but suddenly Feng Yun disappeared in the air.

Mo Long carefully probed the surroundings, suddenly frowned, and shot forward suddenly. He appeared behind the old man, and blocked Feng Yun's sudden attack with his sword.

If it weren't for Mo Long, this old man would probably no longer be alive.

As expected, his strength has improved a lot. He is not as strong as Yuan Gui. He has not yet activated the energy of Shura Demonic Sword. Once activated, his strength will be so powerful and terrifying! I have to think of a way.

Tu Tian's side was relatively relaxed. The fighting spirit dragged one of them back and pushed him back.

Tu Tian no longer hides his clumsiness, and the human sword merges into one, turning into a dark mysterious cold sword, and fights with it.

Tu Tian was now moving forward without flinching, while the old man Zhan was retreating steadily. There were many cuts in the long sword in his hand, and blood overflowed from his palm.

Suddenly, there was a "click!" sound, and the sword in the old man's hand couldn't bear it anymore and broke into pieces. With this cut, all the old man's arms were cut off.

Immediately afterwards, the blade turned and chopped the old man in half.

After his soul left his body, the old man wanted to escape, but a huge suction force sucked his soul away and disappeared into the soul sword.

Tu Tian looked at the fighting spirit knife with some displeasure, feeling that the fighting spirit knife was getting more and more evil.

Suddenly, everyone was shocked by the strong fighting spirit. The person who was fighting against the fighting spirit was even more oppressed by this fighting spirit, and his internal organs were tumbling. At the same time, his spirit was also shaken, and his head suddenly went blank.

The fighting spirit took advantage of this opportunity and killed him with one blow, and his soul was naturally absorbed by him.

Tu Tian was a little frightened, because of his fighting spirit just now, he was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what was going on.

Tu Tian suddenly turned his head to look at Moro and said coldly: "Aren't you going to kill me? Come on!"

Moro's face was very ugly and he said: "Don't be complacent! It will be your turn after my great-grandfather has dealt with Feng Yun."

Tu Tian sneered and said, "I don't want to wait any longer. I'll kill you first."

Moro retreated hastily, he was afraid.

"What? You're scared!" Tu Tianleng said.

Can he not be afraid? All the powerful Linxian warriors he brought have been killed. Does he have any chance of winning? He is not a fool. He will not force himself to die if he knows he is outmatched.

The fighting spirit came to Feng Yun and guarded him vigilantly.

"You two deal with each other, and I'll deal with Mo Long," Feng Yun said.

With a sound of "Boom!", Feng Yun suddenly rushed high into the sky.

The two old men wanted to pursue them, but were blocked by Qinglong and Zhanhun.

"Feng Yun, you are too confident!" Mo Long said.

"Is there any?" Feng Yun said.

"You are missing an arm, and now you are missing the knife, what are you going to do to fight with me?" Molong said.

Feng Yun said: "Do I still have an arm and a sword?"

"You are deliberately trying to die! I will help you." Mo Long suddenly took out his sword and swung it down with a sudden slash. The sword light cut Feng Yun into two halves.

Mo Long frowned, quickly turned sideways, and stabbed out with his sword.

"Cang!" a sound sounded, and Feng Yun was knocked away as soon as he came out.
Chapter completed!