Hu Mei'er glanced around, the disciples of the Tiankui Sect had lost more than 2,000 people in an instant, and in this case, it was impossible for Mo Xuancang to sneak into the main hall and attack Hu Mei'er.

Although killing so many disciples is not as precious as Hu Mei'er, but the other party also belongs to the strong man who hides the ninefold, how can it be so easy to sneak attack.

Sure enough, he responded to the slut's words and turned the tiger away from the mountain. Hu Mei'er snorted coldly, with a thick coldness in her eyes.

Obviously, Hu Meier and Wu Niang both belong to the Tianhua faction, but their personalities are different, and they both belong to the pride of the Tianhua faction.

Mo Xuancang didn't speak, he stood in front of him with a horizontal sword, and he was able to sneak attack and kill more than two thousand disciples of the Tiankui Sect in one battle, which was already a very big achievement.

Moreover, among the two thousand disciples, not only were the disciples of the Blood Spirit Realm, but even the powerhouses of the Sixfold Human Possession had died at their hands.

Only 49 people killed more than 2,000 people, so you can know how powerful this sneak attack is.

Mo Xuancang looked at Hu Mei'er in front of him, and thought in his heart, if he couldn't kill Hu Mei'er or Wu Niang today, then even if they killed many disciples of the Tianhua Sect, it would be useless, with two strong men who hid nine heavy people, they were still full of threats to Xizhou City.

Hu Mei'er looked at the dilapidated Tianqi City, snorted, and her figure became ghostly, disappearing quickly.

"Charm step, hundred miles dance!"

Brush.

Filled with huge mana, the momentum was magnificent, and it overwhelmed towards Mo Xuancang.

And the disciples of the Tianhua Sect who surrounded Mo Xuancang and the others looked frightened for a while, and then, like birds, they didn't dare to stay in place.

They also knew that with their strength, they couldn't harm Mo Xuancang, so it was better to leave here and make room for Hu Mei'er.

Between the hundreds of miles, as if dancing, a figure appeared, and immediately, countless figures also appeared, surging towards Mo Xuancang in all directions.

Thundered.

The melancholy and desperate jade hand bombarded in, fluttering like a dance, seemingly powerless, and the water passed away.

And Mo Xuancang looked at Hu Mei'er solemnly, closed her eyes, and opened them suddenly, and then a fine light flashed in her eyes, and a sigil flashed in her eyes, whistling out.

"Dragon Palace Seal!"

Mo Xuancang shouted, the sound insect was full of righteousness, terrifying, and the sound wave swept away, like a thunderbolt, suddenly sounded.

Click.

The dance of a hundred miles floated away, and a thumping sound appeared, and the figure collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

Hu Mei'er glanced at Mo Xuancang solemnly, and a surprise flashed in her eyes, although she often heard that Mo Xuancang was powerful, but she didn't come first to be so powerful, and she easily broke this move.

But that's just an appetizer!

The breath is mysterious, like a god and demon descending, weird and beautiful, Hu Mei'er laughed, Meigong was launched, the entire Tianqi City was ethereal, and the pink-like breath floated in.

"Bi Luozhang!"

Hu Mei'er raised her hand casually, and a palm technique that fell from the sky immediately fell, suppressing towards Mo Xuancang.

The palm prints as high as 100 zhang, as if they wanted to destroy even Tianqi City, Mount Tai pressed the top and attacked wildly.

Not only Mo Xuancang, but even the other disciples of the Tianhua Sect were shocked by this huge momentum, and their bodies stopped in place without any movement.

Mo Xuancang's face changed and he frowned.

Originally, he didn't want to show all his strength, because in this case, Tianqi City would be reduced to ashes in the battle between the two, and at that time, the forty-eight disciples he led would also be exposed to the ghosts, but now, he had to show his strength.

Since Hu Meier is not afraid, will he be afraid?

Moreover, this is a rare opportunity, a chance to kill Hu Meier.

As long as Hu Mei'er can be killed in this battle, the Tianhua faction will no longer pose a threat to Taixuanmen.

Between thoughts, Mo Xuancang's steps became weird, ethereal, and walked in the air, as if it was extremely weird, but it implied truth.

"Watarabu!"

In one step, it is like crossing the mountains and rivers, crossing the Sansheng Nai He Bridge, and facing the Biluo palm.

"Burning Sky Slash!"

Draw your sword and slash.

In one go, like a ray of light, it passed away in the blink of an eye, and before everyone could react, Mo Xuancang had already split out and put away his knife and stood.

Bang!

Thundered.

The seemingly huge Baizhang palm print suddenly stopped, standing in mid-air, a light emanated from the palm, and the clicking sound came immediately, and the entire palm print shattered.

Mo Xuancang's sword technique has reached the realm of Dao, which is definitely a realm that others can't imagine, and it is not something that people can resist at all.

Since Mo Xuancang can be compared with Kong Dao, he must have a trick to take, and his trick is this sword technique.

Whether it is martial arts or ordinary slashing, it contains the aura of Tao, which is extremely weird.

Kong Dao's strength is above the righteousness of his body, and the strength of Mo Xuancang's body is above a long knife.

"Mo Xuancang, the god of war of Taixuanmen, really lives up to his reputation, and when he saw it today, it really shocked the slave family. Hu Meier's eyes flickered, and she praised Mo Xuancang, obviously admiring Mo Xuancang's cultivation very much.

Mo Xuancang stood up and stood with a knife, majestic, without any momentum, but in the eyes of everyone, it was as if he had not collected the knife, and his sharpness was exposed.

"I learned the knife at the age of seven, the knife does not leave the body, and now, it has been 20 years, every move and every style contains the Tao, I am the knife, and the knife is me. Mo Xuancang's bland narration seemed to be an ordinary thing, but in the eyes of everyone, he was a little surprised.

Learn the knife at the age of seven, the knife does not leave the body, a full twenty years, this is also too perverted, it seems simple, but it requires strong perseverance.

Mo Xuancang touched the snow-white long knife in front of him, it was full of cold, and it was still fierce, but if he looked closely, there was a little gap on the knife, as if it had been damaged after a long battle.

"This is just an ordinary knife in the mortal world, after twenty years of soul and mana cultivation, it is like a body, waving like an arm!"

Everyone was even more shocked, in their eyes, the sword of the mortal world was just a toy for children to play with, and it had no lethality at all, and the knife in Mo Xuancang's hand was originally a sword in the mortal world, but it could exert such a powerful strength, which made everyone feel incredulous.

"Hmph. "Hu Mei'er saw Mo Xuancang talking to herself, and she was very unhappy, this is Tianqi City, not your Xizhou City, how can it be so plain and don't take me seriously?

Hu Mei'er waved her hand, and a long tomb appeared, which seemed to be soft, but it was extremely powerful, and when it was used twice, the space seemed to be unbearable, making an explosive sound.

"Time is like a knife, lovesickness is like water, trapped in love, standing in your love, and forgetting love in the sky. ”

Hu Mei'er muttered to herself, although, the momentum of her whole body changed, surging, overwhelming, and came with a bang.

"Sanshui forgets his feelings!"

Brush la-la-la.

Liquids appeared out of thin air, and Changling shook it, and boundless heavy water came towards Mo Xuancang.

When Mo Xuancang saw these heavy waters, his expression was solemn, and he roared away, and the long knife stood on his body, jumped up, and slashed down with his sword.

Gush!

A knife slashed on the heavy water, but it could not be penetrated, and then, I saw the heavy water rushing down, and the power of millions swept in.

Mo Xuancang's heart was stunned, and then he fell with a bang.

Thundered!

There was a loud roar on the ground, the smoke dispersed, and Mo Xuancang's robe was tattered, his face was a little pale, and he looked a little injured.

What he didn't expect was that this seemingly ordinary liquid was actually heavy water weighing millions of equal strength, and there were a lot of them, and he didn't react at the time and was directly hit.

Mo Xuancang let out a breath, looked at the sky, and a cold color flashed in his eyes, the time is not early, this matter must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise Wu Niang said that he may not have returned.

Thinking of this, Mo Xuancang looked at this huge Tianqi City, today, let him cease to exist!

Mo Xuancang didn't want to destroy Tianqi City, because he didn't kill Hu Mei'er, if he destroyed it directly, he would push Hu Mei'er and Wu Niang to a dead end, and then he would desperately attack Xizhou City.

Moreover, destroying the city will make him full of karma, something that even he would not dare to touch.

But now, it has to be done!

Suddenly, Mo Xuancang's momentum changed uncertainly, and he came out violently, the sky was shaken, and there was a bang, lightning and thunder, and a strange aura suddenly came.

Let everyone around be shocked and walk away, this is not only the disciples of the Taixuanmen, but even the disciples of the Tianhua Sect.

Because, they felt a kind of death breath, which made them dare not continue to stay where they were.

And Hu Mei'er also became solemn, looked at Mo Xuancang coldly, and spit out two words in her mouth: "Domain!"

The breath swept around in an instant, like a white curtain of light, but it disappeared, could not be seen or touched, but it did exist.

But Hu Mei'er was shrouded in this white breath, obviously existing in the realm.

Hu Mei'er snorted coldly, her momentum skyrocketed, and a pink aura floated out, and at the same time, she also released her own domain.

Every disciple who hides the Ninefold can only be called a strong person if he comprehends the realm, otherwise, he is just an ordinary disciple of the Ninefold Hidden Ninefold.

And Hu Meier and Mo Xuancang are such strong people.

Thundered.

The dust shattered, the countless stones on the ground disappeared with a bang, turned into dust, and the houses rose and floated in the sky, as if the pressure from the sky directly made these floating houses in the sky turn into dust and disappear.

The ground, as if several layers of ground had been lifted, was terrifying.

Mo Xuancang's eyes were slightly closed, and the long knife emitted a faint light, if someone looked closely, they would find that the long knife in Mo Xuancang's hand was slowly recovering, and the long knife that was originally with a notch was now perfect.

The cold light flickered, and the snow was white.

A stalk exudes a cold to cold breath, which makes people's hearts feel cold, and the cool air goes straight to the soles of the feet.

Mo Xuancang opened his eyes, the essence of light flashed away, and the horizontal knife stood in front of him, looking at Hu Mei'er.

Ruthless, indifferent, absolutely sane.

Mo Xuancang roared, and a knife blasted out, as if it was extremely ordinary, and he slashed towards Hu Mei'er ordinarily.

This knife is like a child slashing indiscriminately, without any impurities, without any threat, just like playing at home, wielding the knife indiscriminately.