Rebirth Of The Most Peerless Venerable

Chapter 177 Fierce Battle at Night

Mo Junlan twisted his aching wrist, his black clothes fluttered with the wind, his eyes darkened, and he said softly, "Keep fighting!"

Everyone, "..."

Could there be something wrong with this guy's brain?

Feng Wei's face was gloomy, and he said coldly, "Hand over the heart of the spirit vein."

"No!" Mo Junlan said flatly.

"You're courting death." Feng Wei attacked Mo Junlan again, and this time, the power was much stronger than before, and the people present were almost breathless.

Seeing this, Feng Jinghua couldn't help being startled.

Ling Xiao's hands clenched into fists involuntarily, and his emotions were always in a tense state.

However, Mo Junlan flew directly towards that force, and saw a layer of faint purple air around his body, covering his whole body in it.

The wind howled, rattling their robes.

Except for Ling Xiao, almost everyone thought that even if Mo Junlan didn't die directly, he would be so seriously injured that he couldn't stand up again.

Just a moment later, what they saw was completely different from what they had imagined.

Although Mo Junlan was injured, it didn't look too serious, and it didn't seem to have any effect on him.

Feng Wei suddenly flew forward, slapped Mo Junlan's body with his palm, and shouted angrily, "Take the old man's Xuanming palm."

Mo Junlan's eyes were deep, and a long sword appeared out of nowhere in his hand. He placed the sword horizontally in front of him, and Feng Wei's palm also fell directly on the sword.

"Smelly old man, how many days have you not taken a shower? The smell from your body is so foul." Mo Junlan's face turned pale, but his eyes were very bright, and the words he said made people itch with hatred of.

Mo Junlan's words undoubtedly aroused Feng Wei's anger. He opened his eyes wide and gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know how big you are, I'm going to tear you into pieces now."

"Your movements are really slow, you really are old." Mo Junlan's tone was full of sarcasm.

Feng Jinghua, "..."

This bastard is still irritating that old guy?

Is it really too long?

"You're going to die for the old man." Feng Wei said angrily, and slapped Mo Junlan again.

There was only a click, and the long sword in Mo Junlan's hand was directly shattered by the angry Fengwei.

Mo Junlan immediately threw away the hilt in his hand, and then flew up, turning Tianhuo into a long sword again.

After a few rounds, Mo Junlan's power was also consumed a bit too much, but he didn't care about it because he still had spare aura.

He can draw the aura in the space of Lingxiao sword at any time.

Mo Junlan's figure stood in mid-air, and in front of him was a huge light cluster of power.

"If you take the initiative to return the heart of the spirit vein, the old man can still leave your whole body." Feng Wei's face was full of gloom.

"No need." Mo Junlan pursed his lips and said, "It's not like I haven't been chopped into pieces."

Wasn't his death in the previous life the same as being struck by a thunderbolt and directly exploding to death?

It's almost the same as shredding a corpse into ten thousand pieces.

However, Feng Wei thought that Mo Junlan's words were playing tricks on him, so he became even more angry.

"In that case, then don't blame the old man for being rude to you." Feng Wei said in a gloomy voice.

"You have never been polite to me." Mo Junlan sneered, "Come again!"

A purple light suddenly flashed in Mo Junlan's eyes, and a small sword suddenly flew out from the center of his eyebrows, and the red light burst instantly.

The sword also instantly became larger, and then flew into Mo Junlan's right hand on its own initiative.

Mo Junlan swung his sword, and saw that the light ball of power that was lying in front of him dissipated in an instant.

These powers were directly swallowed up by the Lingxiao Sword.

Seeing this, Feng Wei couldn't help shrinking his pupils, and then struck out another Xuan Ming Palm.

But this time he used [-]% of his skills.

A huge red palm print suddenly appeared out of nowhere, just above Mo Junlan's head.

Immediately afterwards, huge red palm prints covered Mo Junlan.

Mo Junlan turned around, and then stabbed upwards with a sword, and a turbulent sword energy like sea waves was born immediately.

The sword energy blocked the sinking speed of the palm print, but it couldn't break it apart.

But Fengyang saw that Mo Junlan was already at a disadvantage, so he planned to take the opportunity to sneak attack.

Anyway, he was going to kill this guy no matter what.

Holding his Qingyang Spear in his hand, Feng Yang stabbed directly at Mo Junlan's back.

Mo Junlan squinted his eyes, turned around suddenly, and then slashed at Qingyang Spear with his sword.

"How dare you play sneak attack with me?" Mo Junlan smiled coldly, another purple light flashed in his eyes, and the Lingxiao Sword in his hand suddenly burst into colorful light.

At the same time, Ling Xiao's spirit body has also returned to the sword body.

While his strength soared, Mo Junlan's injuries had healed a lot.

Immediately afterwards, only a loud bang was heard, and the Qingyang gun in Fengyang's hand turned into a puddle of black liquid in an instant.

Feng Yang also spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as paper.

His contract with Qingyang gun was forcibly cut off?

Even his Qingyang Spear has turned into a pool of black water.

That is the ultimate holy artifact.

How can this be?

Mo Junlan also took the opportunity to kick Fengyang away.

Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help being stunned.

Feng Yang's body fell violently to the ground, his face was ashen, until now, he still finds it unbelievable.

Others are also hesitating, do they want to besiege directly?

But if this matter gets out, then the people of their Feng family will be humiliated in the vast fairy land.

Feng Wei looked at the Lingxiao Sword in Mo Junlan's hand, and a greedy look flashed in his eyes, this sword must be a divine weapon.

Like the heart of the spirit vein, the value of the artifact is also immeasurable.

Thinking of this, Feng Wei became more and more moved, so when he attacked Mo Junlan again, he used all his strength.

One attack after another hit Mo Junlan, and they were all merciless.

Mo Junlan's body kept retreating. Although the Lingxiao Sword could swallow power infinitely, it still took time.

Moreover, many of Fengwei's attacks fell directly on Mo Junlan's body.

If it wasn't for Mo Junlan's body protection skills, he would have died countless times already.

Another palm landed on Mo Junlan's body, Feng Wei took the opportunity to grab it, and the target was the Lingxiao Sword.

However, Fengwei didn't even have the chance to touch the Lingxiao Sword.

Mo Junlan's face suddenly became gloomy, his robe was rattling by the strong wind, his cold eyes were as cold as ice, and then he circulated the power of his whole body, and then gathered it into the blade of the sword.

A thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky and hit the sword directly.

In an instant, the sword was surrounded by a layer of lightning.

As the thunder fell, Feng Wei subconsciously took a few steps back.

At this moment, there seemed to be endless spiritual energy surging from all directions, and finally all merged into the Lingxiao Sword.

The powerful imposing coercion made everyone present change their faces.

If this trick falls, they are not sure whether they will still be alive.

Although the other party's cultivation base is only at the elementary level of the Emperor Spirit Realm, his combat power is deeply shocking.

And Mo Junlan's face turned pale again, but he didn't seem to care at all.

Mo Junlan's dark eyes are deep and gloomy, like two bottomless cold pools, his long hair is fluttering in the wind, his black robe is fluttering, he is holding the Lingxiao Sword in his hand, and in the end it is even the Hongmeng Zi from his own cultivation. All the Qi was poured into the sword body, and the Lingxiao Sword suddenly flashed with colored light, and at the same time, there were wisps of purple gas circling and reciprocating on the sword body.

Fengwei's eyelids couldn't help twitching, and an inexplicable chill came to his heart, his eyes froze, and then he let out a long cry, and at the same time mobilized all his strength to attack Mo Junlan.

Mo Junlan's figure was as fast as lightning, and within half a breath, he had already arrived in front of Fengwei.

There was obviously only one enemy in front of him, but Feng Wei felt as if he was dealing with two people at this moment.

In fact, Fengwei's feeling is not wrong, but he never imagined that the Lingxiao Sword has a sword spirit.

Moreover, the cultivation base of the sword spirit is exactly the same as that of Mo Junlan, and there is not even the slightest difference in the sword skills.

Two such powerful forces collided together, and even the aftermath of the force was enough to wipe out the surrounding scenery.

Everyone backed away one after another to avoid being affected.

However, at this moment, Feng Jinghua, who had been silent all this time, suddenly attacked Fengyang.

Feng Yang was caught off guard and was hit. He looked down at his heart, where a dagger was stuck.

But at this time, everyone had retreated on their own, and no one noticed the situation here at all.

"Elder Fengyang, long time no see." Feng Jinghua's faint voice suddenly sounded, which immediately startled Fengyang.

However, before Feng Yang could think about anything, he had already passed away.

After all, the place where he got hit was the heart.

Feng Jinghua snorted coldly, and then followed suit.

It's just that he just took two steps when a powerful force rushed towards him, and his feet seemed to be unable to move in an instant.

However, the expected severe pain did not come, instead a figure in black fell beside him.

Feng Jinghua quickly turned her head to see that it was Mo Junlan.

It turned out to be defeated.

As for the force's aftermath attack, it was the Lingxiao Sword that automatically blocked it for them.

Mo Junlan's current appearance is much more embarrassing than when he was reborn.

Another mouthful of blood spit out from Mo Junlan's mouth, looking extremely embarrassed, even the mask worn on his face was shattered, revealing a very pale and weak face.

Although his face was still stunning, he was too embarrassed now, and the clothes on his body were even more tattered, as if he had been tortured by someone.

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