The vital energy hurricane formed by Moke indefinitely carried a powerful pressure, suppressing Ji Du's strength, and even interfering with his sensing and control of the vital energy of heaven and earth.

On the contrary, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun can use the energy of heaven and earth to enhance their strength and attack.

"At their current realm, they cannot use the energy of heaven and earth to attack..."

"What a Moke Wuliang. It not only suppresses the enemy's strength, but also enhances the strength of Fengyun and the others, allowing them to exert their power far beyond their current realm. No wonder Xiongba was defeated by this move!"

While resisting the combination of Fengyun, the sword energy and sword lights that Fengyun and the others slashed out, Ji Mi also had the extra effort to evaluate the other party's attack.

Of course, this is not that Mo Ke Wuliang is not strong enough, but that Ji Mi and Fengyun are not on the same level at all.

After opening the Xuanji Ji, Ji Mi flashed with bronze light all over his body. The sword lights that were lighted out at random with his fingers dispersed the falling sword energy and sword lights, making him look extremely chic.

However, Fengyun, the opponents at the end of the season, don’t think so.

In their opinion, the end of the season was really terrifying.

In Moko's state, when his strength was suppressed at the end of the season and their strength was enhanced, the opponent still looked leisurely.

"It's over!"

After receiving the system prompt, saying that his mission had been completed, Ji Mo slowly breathed, watching Feng Yun and the two of them flying above his head with the help of the heaven and earth energy, Ji Mo's palm lit up slightly, and a large amount of true energy poured into his palm. Then his arm was gently swung, and a thin linear sword light that was a hundred meters long flashed and disappeared.

The next moment, the vital energy hurricane cracked a crack, and the sky was burst by Fengyun with the help of Moke's infinite vital energy of heaven and earth, turning into a surging hurricane and scattered away. Then, Fengyun and the others fell from the air with a look of horror.

Mo Ke Wuliang was cut through...

No one knows Moko's infinite power better than them, so no one can better understand how powerful the sword at the end of the season is than them.

Immediately, with Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng still shocked eyes, Ji Mo said to the two: "Very powerful!".

The tone is sincere and without any other emotional color, as if it is a statement of a fact.

But even so, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun felt a little bitter, and even felt a little confident.

They had just practiced a similar thing, but they were broken like this. They didn't have the confidence to use this trick to face Xiongba.

At this moment, Wuming walked over with a helpless expression and said, "It's not your problem. With your strength, you are using Moke Wuliang enough to defeat Xiongba..."

Speaking of this, Wuming paused, looked at Ji Mo, and said, "It's his problem. His strength is much stronger than Xiongba..."

"Haha!" Ji Mo glanced at Wuming speechlessly.

"Okay! Let's get to practice here today, let's take a rest!" After looking at the sky that was nearly dusk, Wuming said, and said to Ji Mo: "I plan to go back to Zhonghua Pavilion, what are your plans?"

"I don't have any plans, but if you have the kind of wine just now, I don't mind being a guest..."

Anyway, there is nothing to do next, so Ji Jun planned to go to Zhonghua Pavilion with the other party. Moreover, it was the place where Xiongba died for the first time, so naturally, he would not miss this good show.

Wuming's calm eyes showed a smile and said, "Then come on!"

As they said that, the two of them said goodbye to Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun and left quickly.

...

The main hall of the world meeting.

The golden seat, modified by a real dragon, seems unattainable, while a man with a faint domineering smell on his body supported his head with one hand, supporting him on the golden chair handle, revealing a glittering eyes.

"Gangmaster, that's the situation!"

A handsome man in red dress, handsome face and tall figure reported to the man on the golden seat what happened before at Miyin Temple. When talking about his design to frame Bu Jingyun, he unconsciously showed a hint of pride.

This person, just looking at his appearance, is undoubtedly a young hero, but when he looks closely, a trace of sinister aura appears and hides from time to time, lingers on his face, destroying his overall temperament and making him look even more sinister.

Xiongba rolled his eyelids, his eyes flashed with a sharp look, and he said, "Duanlang, you did a good job this time, but you are still not ruthless enough!"

Duan Lang was shocked and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, gang leader, I should do my best to kill only the two traitors Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng!"

"Hmph!" Xiongba snorted coldly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice. If it weren't for not having many people in the world now, Xiongba wouldn't have reused this little bastard who had always been looked down upon by him and was ambitious.

That's right, even if Duan Lang's current strength is not bad, he is still a little slut in his eyes! A little slut who tries to get to the top of his precious daughter who wants to get to the sky in one step!

"Send more people! Get these two people as soon as possible. This is a good opportunity for you to show your value!" Xiongba supported his palm, raised two fingers, knocked on his forehead rhythmically twice, then showed a meaningful smile and said, "As long as you prove your value, you will get the reward you deserve!"

"I must do my best!" Duan Lang raised his voice and made a loud promise, and hurriedly lowered his head.

But as he lowered his head, a light called ambition flashed in his eyes.

Xiongba waved his hand and said, "Yes! Get out!"

"Yes!" Duan Lang responded and slowly retreated.

"Ha, Duanlang..." Xiongba whispered, his eyes full of disdain.

He could tell at a glance what kind of person Duan Lang is, but now he really needs a relatively sharp sword in his hand, so he used Duan Lang, whom he looked down upon back then, but the other party was definitely not a person who had been using it for a long time...

Standing up, Xiongba thought, and habitually walked towards a secret room that only he could enter.

"Success is like a storm, failure is like a storm?"

"Ha, it's interesting. Just a few simple words, I want to summarize my life?"

"Don't even think about it!"

"Since I met my master, my destiny has been in my own hands!"

After walking to the secret room, opening the mechanism, and pushing open a stone door, Xiongba walked into the secret room.

The secret room is not big, only about ten square meters, and it is empty inside. Except for a non-extinguishing oil lamp, only one cushion is placed in the center of the secret room.

In addition, it was a portrait of Xiongba who drew according to his own memory and was hung on the wall by him.

And that portrait is his... Master!
Chapter completed!