The words fell.
Everyone around was stunned for a moment.
"What did you say?" Mo Feng frowned and glanced over.
Almost at the same time.
"Buzz!"
"..."
An extreme chill suddenly locked onto Mo Feng's figure.
Compared to others.
Wei Qiuren's reaction was undoubtedly the fastest.
The cold sword in her hand was horizontal, and the sound of the sword echoed. The aura on her body suddenly exploded, and the sharp light slashed down.
"Buzz, buzz."
"Bang...boom."
"..."
The rolling cold sword dragon instantly hit the person in front.
Bursts of explosions echoed.
Mo Feng retreated continuously, the anger on his face became more intense, and the spiritual power in the middle stage of the fit was no longer suppressed at all.
When he raised his hand, the sword light was scattered.
"damn it."
"Ye Wentian! How dare you... As an envoy of the Flame Alliance..." Mo Feng turned around and shouted angrily.
It's just that I haven't finished speaking.
Several more sword beams struck from the front.
"boom!"
"Boom...boom."
There were constant crackling sounds.
The terrifying cold air, mixed with the sword light, froze the air.
Bursts of ice are flying in the wind.
"Sword rises."
"Frozen for thousands of miles!" Wei Qiuren swung the cold sword in his hand, and the tumbling spiritual power gathered in front of him. He slashed down with the sword, creating a vast expanse of white.
"Zizzi..."
The temperature in the air dropped sharply, the ground was covered with white frost, and the surrounding flower beds and shrubs were frozen, as if they were instantly plunged into a world of ice and snow.
Due to gaze.
The cold sword light fell and hit the person in front steadily.
Mo Feng froze for a moment, and in the next moment, he was frozen into an ice sculpture.
Li Qiye, An Bang and the others retreated unconsciously, and even they felt the chill from just the lingering power.
"This sword!"
"Sister-in-law, cow batch!"
"..."
The strong men on the secret list headed by Jin Hong showed even more reverence in their eyes.
In the cold fog and snow.
Wei Qiuren has an outstanding posture, holding a sword in one hand, covered with a little ice, like an ice and snow goddess, people can't help but pay attention.
"Big wife, you are awesome." Ye Wentian chuckled and gave a thumbs up.
Wei Qiuren pursed his lips and smiled, his cheeks a little redder.
Not far away.
Mei Zhu glanced at the ice sculpture in front of her.
"After all, she is only in the Dan realm. This sword cannot hurt Mo Feng."
"Giggle, take this opportunity to let this person go. It will also give the Yan League a step forward." Mei Zhu chuckled.
This Mo Feng is nothing to be afraid of.
But for the Yan Alliance behind it, it would be best not to break up with them unless absolutely necessary.
The words just fell.
"Buzz."
"Ka... ka ka."
"boom!"
There were cracks in the ice sculpture, and it suddenly exploded in the next breath.
Mo Feng's whole body was swept with aura. He was wearing long clothes without wind, and his face was terrifyingly gloomy.
"Great Flame Dragon King, do you want to start a war with me, the Flame Alliance?" Mo Feng's voice was low, and his sharp eyes swept over him.
Ye Wentian was stunned for a moment.
"Isn't the war already started?" Ye Wentian replied subconsciously.
The matter of the Canghai Yan League branch can be put aside.
But this Yanmeng sent people to steal his home, which had already touched Ye Wentian's bottom line.
"You..." Mo Feng's face froze and he was speechless for a moment.
This Great Flame Dragon King is also in the Taiping state, and with a charm bead, he may not be a match for him at this moment.
He pondered a little.
"good!"
"I'll fall down and see how long you can be arrogant."
"I will report today's events to the Yan Alliance in detail and truthfully." Mo Feng's aura tightened and he planned to leave.
His figure had just taken half a step back.
In an instant, a terrifying spiritual pressure locked onto his whole body.
"I didn't let you go." Ye Wentian said in a low voice with calm eyes.
Mo Feng trembled and his eyes flashed with confusion.
"hiss!"
"This spiritual power?"
"How is it possible? There shouldn't be such a strong person in the Great Yan martial arts world." Mo Feng's mind was buzzing, and his face turned slightly pale.
The strong rolling feeling of spiritual power is unmistakable.
This kid has probably reached the level of spiritual refining.
"Another blow from my eldest wife." Ye Wentian glanced at the person in front of him and spoke bluntly.
"Big wife, attack with all your strength!"
"A master of this level is hard to come across."
Ye Wentian turned around and smiled on his face.
A warrior's breakthrough in strength, while ensuring his own safety, fighting against a strong person will be of great benefit to his martial arts path.
Ye Wentian could feel that the restless spiritual power in the eldest wife's body still needed to be released with a sword.
"Ye Wentian, what do you think of me?" Mo Feng's face became more angry and he couldn't help turning his head and shouted.
Ye Wentian stared blankly.
"Sandbags, wooden dummies...well, that's pretty much what it means." Ye Wentian thought for a moment and responded.
Mo Feng's eyes widened, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes: "You..."
Don't wait for him to speak.
Ye Wentian had already looked away at this time.
"Big wife, lend me some help." Ye Wentian signaled in a low voice.
The gap in hard power can be made up for by the Villa Guard Formation.
If you can't kill this guy, breaking the body defense is not a big problem.
"Well, okay." Wei Qiuren's eyes trembled and he nodded lightly.
"Buzz!"
"..."
The aura around her began to rise again.
same moment.
The villa protective formation behind Wei Qiuren was inspired by his spiritual power, and bursts of invisible coercion swept across the field.
The protective barrier is now visible to the naked eye, with mysterious runes flickering.
The feeling of oppression in the air increased several times again.
Mo Feng frowned.
"snort!"
"What's wrong with me taking another sword?"
"A small alchemy realm, just an ant."
Facing Wei Qiuren's momentum in front of him, Mo Feng's eyes were shocked at this moment, and instead of retreating, he took a step forward.
He has absolute confidence in his own strength.
"Array up!"
"Roar!"
"..."
Wei Qiuren raised his hand and made a seal.
The next moment, the aura around her merged with the entire villa's protective formation, and her aura rose again.
Within the protective formation.
There was a roar echoing, and a black mist dragon shadow appeared in a circle.
"This...is this the dragon soul?" Mo Feng paused and looked a little more serious.
Draw the dragon soul into the battle!
Only the formation masters who have reached the pinnacle in the formation method can do this.
"wrong."
"I don't believe that a junior in the Dan Realm can control the power of dragon soul."
"It's definitely a blinding trick, you can't deceive me."
Mo Feng hummed, his aura erupted, and he took a step forward again.
Almost at the same moment.
The cold sword in Wei Qiuren's hand was horizontal.
"Spirit Fusion!"
"Buzz... buzz." Her eyes flashed, and the spiritual power in her body exploded wildly, integrating into the long sword in her hand.
Joy
The ringing of swords echoed around.
Suddenly a sword fell.
"call!"
"Howling..."
The surging sword light curled up with cold tornadoes, like several white giant dragons flying.
The next second, he rushed straight towards the person in front.
The dragon souls guarding the villa twisted their bodies and followed closely.
With a roar, a large dark mouth opened.
The power is astounding!
"This sword."
"No...impossible!" Mo Feng's face changed suddenly, and the long-lost feeling of threat overwhelmed his mind, and he subconsciously took half a step back.
