"It should be so." Everyone present nodded, after all, Noila Mo had saved most people before.
But at this moment, the three swords were suddenly unsheathed and the sword light flew into the air like a thunderbolt. Cold light shone in all directions. The sharp edge was not only the cold light, but also the countless rays of humanity, which were released at this moment.
Everyone looked up into the sky, and saw three swords dancing in the air, faster and faster, like three silver dragons flying up and down in the air, circling left and right. Slowly, the three swords gathered together and merged into one sword. The sword energy soared to the sky and emitted countless sword rays. It is completely white, with complex and mysterious patterns engraved on the sword, and a lifelike phoenix carved on the hilt.
"Mid-grade immortal weapon!"
Everyone present looked greedily at the sword floating in the air. It must be known that middle-grade immortal weapons are generally owned by monks above the tribulation stage. Most monks in the transformation and integration stages use low-grade immortal weapons. If the disciples in the transformation stage can obtain it, their combat power will be greatly increased, and they can face the integration.
Suddenly, a piercing sound roared from the distant sky, the sound was filled with supreme pressure and was majestic. The sound reached everyone's ears like a rising tide, rolling endlessly.
"This sword is empty of my demonic blood!"
As soon as the voice fell, a pitch-black claw that was a hundred feet in size shot out of the air and grabbed the sword.
"Blood sea mad demon, demon blood empty", sensing the coming person's aura, Noila Mo and Sun Xinyi looked at each other, and they could see the endless fear in each other's hearts in their beautiful eyes. Everyone held their breath and stared at the sky with dark eyes.
The next moment, a black-robed figure in the sky, holding the sword, came slowly and landed on the field. The person who came was none other than Mo Xue Kong.
His abyss-like eyes looked sharply at the people in the field, and said in a low voice: "This sword belongs to me, do you have any objections?"
People get their names, and trees get their shadows. Looking at the sharp eyes of Mo Xue Kong, whose combat power exceeded 100,000, which was comparable to the early stage of integration, everyone shook their heads, knowing that the sword was destined to be taken away by him today. However, there were still a few academy disciples who took advantage of the large number of people to speak out:
"Your Excellency, you are being too tyrannical. We lost hundreds of people and fought our way through the blood mist to get the reward. You didn't do anything and you came up to take it away. Do you think we are all just showing it off?"
"That's right, no matter how powerful you are, Demon Xue Kong is just one person. We have hundreds of people here."
"Put down the sword, spare your life, and get out of here!"
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"Hmph! Croak!" Moxuekong snorted coldly, and then the demonic energy surged around his body. Seven or eight pitch-black claws instantly condensed out and grabbed at the few academy disciples who had just accused him. Several of them were caught among them. The devil's claws just squeezed a few people lightly, crushing them into a ball of flesh and blood, killing them on the spot, and then said:
"Who else wants to object?" The voice was as cold as ice, as if coming from under the Nine Netherworld, which made everyone feel awe-inspiring.
The rest of the people looked at each other in shock, not daring to talk nonsense, let alone act recklessly. After all, the previous disciples who were in the early stages of becoming gods had no power to resist in his hands and were killed instantly. Everyone acquiesced in this matter. This is the jungle of the world of cultivation, where strength comes first! As long as you have enough strength to crush it, you can take it by force!
In the originally silent scene, Noila Mo suddenly took a step forward and said, "You can just take the treasure and leave. Why do you want to kill people?" She didn't want the middle-grade immortal weapon, but just for those injustices. The people who died at the hands of Demon Blood's empty hands are just complaining.
"Hmph! Do you want to stand up for them? Are you looking for death?"
Mo Xuekong snorted coldly and said in a cold tone, looking at Noila Mo with Ling Ran's murderous intent hidden in his eyes, as if he would take action at any time.
Seeing this, Wang Haotian hurriedly stepped forward and said with an apologetic smile: "Brother Mo, don't be angry, we are all our own. I'm Wang Haotian, she is my relative Mo Ruoyun. It is said that Brother Mo is unparalleled in the world and invincible at the same level. I have been worshiping him for a long time. Today I saw that the reputation was indeed well-deserved. Those few people who didn't know how to praise me just now and dared to prevent Brother Demon from getting the sword died in vain. Little did they know that swords are only suitable for heroes. In terms of heroism among those present, no one can compare with Brother Demon.
Faced with all kinds of flattery from Wang Haotian, Mo Xuekong didn't pay much attention. He just looked at Noila Mo and said calmly: "Are you Mo Ruoyun with the body of the thunder god?...I won't kill you today, it's a gift." Your master, Master Zi Lei, is a man of honor, but you must be careful what you say next time, because trouble comes from your mouth!"
When Wang Haotian saw that Mo Xue Kong was not planning to take action, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and then said: "Yes, yes, yes, Brother Mo does not remember the faults of villains. The Prime Minister can hold a boat in his belly. He is a role model for us. Such Brother Mo Sooner or later, he will defeat all the young supremes and stand on the top of the invincible." After hearing this, everyone in the field looked at this flatterer with disgust.
After hearing this, Mo Xuekong's eyes surged with cold light, and the demonic energy turned into a fist, and suddenly punched Wang Haotian on the chest. Wang Haotian flew backwards several feet away, vomiting blood, and pretended to faint. Demon Xuekong looked at Wang Haotian lying on the ground and said indifferently: "Be careful what you say next time. Don't you know I hate flatterers the most?" After saying that, he took the sword and turned into a ball of demonic energy and disappeared.
"A book boy dares to interrupt, he deserves it!"
"Haha, I'm laughing so hard. This sycophant thought he could take this opportunity to curry favor with Demon Xue Kong, but in the end, he was ignored at all."
"Let's go, let's go. Although the sword was taken away by Demon Xue Kong, there are other opportunities in the cave. Let's seize the time to explore."
"Yes, time waits for no one. If it is too late and is snatched away by others, we will separate and look for opportunities each."
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After the demon blood was gone, everyone in the field dispersed and looked for opportunities. During this period, many people invited Noila Mo and Sun Xinyi to explore the cave together, but Noila Mo politely declined them all. After half a day, when only Noila Mo and Sun Xinyi were left here, Noila Mo came straight to Wang Haotian and said:
"Stop pretending, we've finished leaving, it's time to get up." Sun Xinyi didn't know why and looked at Noila Mo suspiciously.
"Hey, I'm in trouble today. I'm so embarrassed and embarrassed to see others. In the past, once I used my flattery skills and my sharp tongue, I was able to convince the other party, but today I met someone like this. A scumbag who doesn't get enough food and salt." Wang Haotian not only didn't get up, but he put his head in his hands, lay on the ground, and said angrily.
"Pfft" Noila Mo chuckled, his eyes turned into two crescents, the corners of his mouth turned into graceful arcs, his voice was as beautiful as an oriole, intoxicating, and then he continued: "Okay, Get up quickly."
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