"Three things?" When Ying Changfeng heard Mo Yunfan's words, his eyes trembled slightly, as if a desperate person had suddenly grasped a life-saving straw.
The current situation was already a life and death situation for him.
Mo Yunfan wants to kill him. The people of Qiankun Sect no longer trust him as the leader of Qiankun Sect. In addition, he framed Mo Yunfan first and wanted to kill the Lord of Haotian behind. All kinds of evil deeds cannot be punished.
Mo Yunfan came up with three things and spared his life, which was already a great favor.
You must know that with Mo Yunfan's strength, it is easy to kill Ying Changfeng who is seriously injured.
Perhaps, Mo Yunfan still misses the brotherhood between the two.
After all, the two grew up together and practiced together. Although they are not related by blood, they are brothers.
And Ying Changfeng knew Mo Yunfan's character very well. The latter valued love and righteousness, and made promises worth a thousand dollars.
It was precisely because of this that Mo Yunfan was so easily plotted by him.
At this time, Mo Yunfan was soft-hearted, which made Ying Changfeng feel that the latter was thinking about his old relationship.
"Senior brother, please tell me." Ying Changfeng's eyes trembled, revealing a blazing heat, and he even changed his name to Mo Yunfan.
A hint of coldness twitched at the corner of Mo Yunfan's mouth, and he said coldly: "The first thing is to abolish the swordsmanship and step down as the master of Qiankun Sect!"
"Abandoning swordsmanship?" When Ying Changfeng heard these four words, his eyes could not help but shrink, his face suddenly changed, and he screamed out in surprise.
He is a swordsman, and he has the cultivation of the ninth level of the Heavenly Tribulation of Swords. This is his achievement of hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation, and it is the most glorious thing in his life.
But Mo Yunfan actually asked him to abandon his swordsmanship. This was even more painful for him than killing him directly!
He may not care about the identity of the master of the Qiankun Sect, but it would be too cruel for him to abandon his swordsmanship.
"Senior brother, Master Qiankun, I can leave it to you to abolish the swordsmanship..." Ying Changfeng suddenly raised his head and looked at Mo Yunfan, and spoke in a deep voice, with desire in his eyes.
"Ying Changfeng!" However, before Ying Changfeng could finish speaking, Mo Yunfan roared in a low voice and called out Ying Changfeng's name word by word, as powerful as thunder and as cold as ice, and said: " Do you think, with my current strength and status, I would still care about my position as the leader of the Qiankun Sect?"
"This..." Ying Changfeng's face changed with shock, and he was stunned and speechless.
Mo Yunfan is already a swordsman of the Sword Jue Nishen, and he has joined the Haotian Sword Spirit, so he really will no longer value the position of the Qiankun Sect Master.
"Ying Changfeng, if you want to live, you must abandon your swordsmanship now." Mo Yunfan's eyes were as low as killing, staring at Ying Changfeng like sharp blades, and said: "I want you to understand that when I Let go of the pain of being deprived of your swordsmanship!"
"I..." Ying Changfeng shrank his pupils and screamed in horror, all the fear in his heart was written on his face.
Back then, he had devoured Mo Yunfan's sword intent in the name of the duel between heaven and earth.
And now, Mo Yunfan wants to get it back!
And in front of many disciples of Qiankun Sect, he asked for it back openly!
"Life or death, you choose for yourself." Mo Yunfan looked indifferent and said solemnly: "I will count to three, I want to hear your answer."
"This..." Ying Changfeng looked horrified, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, sweating like rain.
"one!"
"two!"
At this moment, Mo Yunfan's voice sounded, like thunder and sharp blades, hitting Ying Changfeng's ears and piercing his heart.
"Three!" Mo Yunfan sounded for the third time, and then he took a step forward, and the sword power from his whole body burst out like a violent wave. The void around him trembled, as if it was about to collapse.
"I want to live!" Almost at the same moment, Ying Changfeng yelled, obviously very panicked.
"Very good." Mo Yunfan twitched the corner of his mouth, with an extremely weird smile on his face, and said with a cold smile: "My good junior brother, you really did not disappoint me."
Ying Changfeng's eyes trembled slightly, horrified.
He suddenly had a feeling that he had fallen into Mo Yunfan's conspiracy.
If he abandons his swordsmanship, he will be no different from an ordinary warrior of the Holy Lord of Heavenly Righteousness.
But he still had strength after all, so he chose to continue living.
Just like Mo Yunfan back then, only by surviving can there be hope.
Maybe like Mo Yunfan, he can practice swordsmanship again and return to the Qiankun Gate.
"Let's do it." Mo Yunfan smiled darkly and said coldly.
Ying Changfeng's eyes trembled, his face became very ugly, and he stayed in place for a long time.
"Do it!" Mo Yunfan roared, and the sky was thunderous.
There was a roar in Ying Changfeng's head, as if he was waking up from a dream.
There was a hint of despair in his eyes.
He glanced at Mo Yunfan, who had an indifferent expression on his face.
"Okay!" The next moment, Ying Changfeng roared, his heart pounded, and the sword intent in his body surged wildly. His whole body trembled, and the sword intent surged out from his body, one after another, filled with bloody aura, dripping and tragic. .
The crowd's eyes trembled and their expressions changed.
In the blink of an eye, the sword intent in Ying Changfeng's body completely dissipated, and hundreds of thousands of years of swordsmanship were immediately wasted!
Mo Yunfan's eyes narrowed slightly, with a cold smile on his face.
"The second thing." Ying Changfeng was much calmer at the moment, looking at Mo Yunfan with a cold expression and shouted.
"Ying Changfeng, you and I are brothers from the same sect, but you framed me with conspiracy and tricks. You can't escape the name of harming a fellow sect." Mo Yunfan smiled coldly and said: "In the name of senior brother, I represent Teacher follows the rules of the sect and punishes you to repent and think about your mistakes, and you will not be able to take even one step beyond the repentance cliff for the rest of your life!"
"Mo Yunfan, you..." Ying Changfeng's face changed with horror, he screamed, and his face froze.
He never expected that Mo Yunfan would first abolish his swordsmanship, and then ask him to repent and reflect on his mistakes. This was clearly to ask all living beings to imprison him!
At this moment, he suddenly understood what the cold smile on Mo Yunfan's face meant.
Mo Yunfan didn't think about his old relationship at all, and his methods were very cruel. He wanted to make Ying Changfeng live a life worse than death!
"What? Don't you want to repent?" Mo Yunfan smiled coldly, with a proud look on his lips.
Ying Changfeng was stunned for a long time, and finally reacted. His eyes became dull, he raised his head and said, "The third thing."
At this time, his swordsmanship was useless, and what else could he do except let Mo Yunfan manipulate him.
"The third thing is very simple." Mo Yunfan smiled faintly and said: "Since you are no longer the master of the Qiankun Sect, you have also lost your identity as the Haotian Venerable. Now, take the Haotian Five Intentions in your hand. Hand it over."
"Huh?" When Ying Changfeng heard the words Haotian's Five Intentions, his expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed: "You want Haotian's Five Intentions?"
The master of the five major forces of Haotian Heart and became the Five Haotian Deities.
In the hands of the five deities, each holds a power that represents Haotian's heart and will, called Haotian's Five Intentions.
Ying Changfeng did not expect that Mo Yunfan would ask him to hand over Haotian Wuyi!
