Sheng Dongxing didn't expect Xia Qianfeng to suddenly go crazy, so he immediately waved his hand and retorted: "Of course it's impossible, Xia Qianfeng, you are an elder, pay attention to your words!" ”

But Xia Qianfeng had already regained his previous arrogance, and turned to look at Sheng Dongxing, who turned around at the same time as him were a group of disciples of the Nine Peaks Sect behind him. The disciples of the Jiuzhi Sect on Sheng Dongxing's side were also nervous, and even Dongdangan let go of Mo Zhiyu and leaned towards Sheng Dongxing's side, and the two sides were already tense.

Sheng Dongxing looked at Xia Qianfeng fixedly, he was not talking, his eyes were already not good, but he knew that Xia Qianfeng could not and should not tear his face with him for the sake of this outsider's words. And Xia Qianfeng is naturally not the kind of person who recklessly recklessly when he gets up on impulse, he just straightened out his somewhat messy clothes, and said in a calm voice: "Hmph, the deputy sect leader should prepare his words to face the Council of Elders!" ”

At this tense moment, the black-robed man spoke again: "Don't be so angry, you two haven't finished talking yet. ”

"What else? Say! Sheng Dongxing shouted angrily.

"I only said the first person, but not the second person." The man in the black robe here gestured with the only exposed hand to the word "two".

Xia Qianfeng was originally staring at Sheng Dongxing with all his attention, but when he heard the man in the black robe say this, he looked over curiously again and asked, "Who is the second person?" ”

"The second man is also a legendary figure." The black-robed man snorted and laughed for the second time, "It's the righteous king of Dongwei who caused a sensation all over the world—Mo Zhiyu!" ”

Mo Zhiyu chuckled in his heart all of a sudden, he looked at this man in a black robe seriously, why did this person mention him now, could it be that he already knew his identity? So he subconsciously pressed the saber on his waist.

"Ink delirium?" Sheng Dongxing smiled lightly, "Indeed, Mo Zhiyu is a military cultivator who understands formations, I also saw it two hundred years ago, and his formation cultivation is enough to be compared with the master of Mo Shaomen." But no one in the world knows that as early as three months ago, Mo Zhiyu and Mr. Yunda both fell in Zhuxiantai! ”

Sheng Dongxing took a slight breath and slowly exhaled it, as if he was trying his best to restrain his emotions, but his eyes were already cold, he looked at the person in the black robe in front of him, and said slowly: "What do you mean by first mentioning a person who is thousands of miles away, and now mentioning a person who is already dead?" Although my Jiuzhi Sect is now at some internal disagreement, it is not something that you can provoke as an outsider! What do you want?! ”

Xia Qianfeng also had a trace of suspicion on his face, and did not make a sound, only looking at this person in a black robe.

The man in the black robe let out a low chuckle, raised the only hand that showed his robe, a calloused hand, slowly lifted the hood covering his head, and said slowly, "What if he didn't die?" ”

Mo Zhiyu continued to stare at this person tightly, clenching the saber on his waist slightly.

The black-robed man finally lifted the hood of his head, revealing a messy head of hair, and he raised his head, his gaze shot straight ahead, through the sides of several people, and shot at Mo Zhiyu!

He laughed and said, "Huh? Eldest brother? ”

Everyone looked at Mo Zhiyu in unison with this person's gaze, and Mo Zhiyu was also slightly stunned. Because of course he knows the person in front of him, although this person's face is now full of vicissitudes, and the whole person's temperament is extremely dark, but he can still recognize the appearance of this person, this person is the "ink period", the son of his second uncle!

"Old Mo?" Dong Dangan looked at Mo Zhiyu curiously, and winked slightly.

Mo Zhiyu showed a slightly flustered face, spoke very urgently, and said in a Nanlu tone: "You...... Which one are you? Why do you call me a 'cauldron'? ”

Mo Zhizhi walked towards Mo Zhizhi, and a crazy smile gradually appeared on his face, as if because his own temperament was too dark, where he went, everyone subconsciously retreated and let him go unhindered. Then Mo Zhizhi almost gritted his teeth and said: "The play is very good, even if you turn to ashes, I will recognize you." Give me back the life of the family of the Kang Mansion! ”

As he spoke, a long sword as black as ink suddenly stabbed out of the black robe of the ink period, and he finally revealed his other arm, a naked arm covered with runes, and this sword contained an incomparably heavy fire power!

He, the period of ink, finally has the ability to confront this man, and he wants to take revenge on this man!

When the ink period took out the sword, it was already very close to the ink delirium, and there was only a distance of one meter, so the flame power of this sword burst out in an instant, making several disciples of the Nine Peaks Sect around him howl and retreat on the spot, but most of his body was also burned by the power of this flame.

Mo Zhiyu reacted quickly, but he took the first step to retreat from the nearest Dong Dangan, and when he turned around and drew his sword, the flame power of this sword immediately jumped on his cheek, and the burning sensation immediately hit his face, and the thin layer of human skin mask on his surface quickly burned in this flame power, revealing half of his original face.

"Ink Delirium!" Sheng Dongxing of course recognized Mo Zhiyu at a glance, although when he knew Mo Zhiyu back then, Mo Zhiyu was just a teenager, but a year ago, when Mo Zhiyu reappeared in the world, he got the portrait of Mo Zhiyu for the first time. How could he not know this person who had explored the secret realm of the East China Sea with him, this junior brother who his best friend Wuyan cared about the most?

So when he learned the news of Zhuxiantai three months ago, he was still feeling compassion for a while, and now Mo Zhiyu appeared in front of his eyes, and he was still the identity of his junior brother's cousin-in-law, which made him have to be surprised, and he was so surprised that he forgot to give the order at the first time.

"Dang!"

The saber collided with the pitch-black sword, stopping the attack of the sword in an instant, but there was a flame full of darkness on the sword, and the flames jumped onto the saber the moment the swords struck. Immediately, there was a "rattling" sound, and this saber with the appearance of a high-grade spirit soldier was rapidly collapsing. Fearing that this strange flame would spread to his hands, Mo Zhiyu abandoned the knife on the spot and stepped back.

And the ink-colored sword of the ink period was entangled like a poisonous snake, closely pursuing the figure of the ink delirium, always maintaining a distance of only two centimeters between it and the ink delirium!

(End of chapter)