I have been in confinement for 15 years, and I have become the emperor's son!

Mo Yunmie couldn't help but sneered in his heart.

It seems that the Presbyterian Council also feels the threat from this child, but what kind of threat can a child who has not yet reached the state of concentration have.

"I heard that when the Moyao clan brother was born, he caused a sensation in all directions, and was taken back to retreat by the ancestor of the forbidden place. Let me see your clan brother's strength."

Mo Yunmie took a step forward and released a powerful air wave. The disciples of the Mo family who were here had to dodge a little and retreat to the periphery of Shenguang Square.

"Hey, this kid is as immobile as a mountain, standing still. What I released just now was the pressure of the concentration state."

Seeing Mo Yao who was as stable as Mount Tai, Mo Yun Mie frowned slightly, having such doubts.

The disciples of the Mo family below also looked at Mo Yao in disbelief. Could it be that this Mo Yao is confident that he can defeat Mo Yunmie who is in the God-gathering state.

They have so guessed.

next moment.

Mo Yunmie moved.

"Heaven Slashing Sword"

He suddenly shouted angrily, and a divine sword appeared in his hand, the Heaven Slashing Sword!
Under his handsome face, there was a hint of playfulness.

Even if Mo Yao was able to block his God-gathering power, it doesn't mean that he would survive under his Heaven-Slaying Sword!
But at this time, he has already become Moyao's first-class prey.

When Mo Yao saw Mo Yun Mie coming towards him instantly, his toes lightly slid across the ground, his thin and frail body flew backwards, and he groaned softly.

"Where is Zhu Xian!"

shhhhh!

shhhhh!

Sword lights flew out from behind, and then condensed into an ancient yellow long sword, exuding endless killing aura.

When Mo Yunmie saw this sword, his heart was shocked, and the Zhantian Sword in his hand made a trembling sound from time to time.

His Zhantian actually produced a feeling of fear!

The sword in this kid's hand is very weird, maybe its grade is much better than his own Zhantian.

At this time, he looked greedily at the Zhuxian sword in Moyao's hand, and his heart was filled with desire.

Some elders of the Presbyterian Church far away in the void and Mo Yunxiao were also lost in thought.

"Third Elder, this kid is a bit weird, Yun Mie may not be his opponent."

"The battle between the two sides has only just begun, so it's too early to talk about it now!" the third elder said with a smile on his beard.

Although Mo Yunmie, as the sixth Xuansi among the six Xuansi of the Mo family, cannot be compared with those Xuansi, his own strength can still overwhelm other geniuses of the Mo family, otherwise he would not have given the Zhantian Sword to him.

Otherwise, the Council of Elders would not seek him out as a breakthrough.

The third elder smiled leisurely and confidently.

Mo Yao remained silent, but the movements in his hands never stopped.

There must be some kind of unknown contradiction between the elders and the patriarch, and my grandfather is the patriarch, Mo Yunxiao.

Therefore, one's own camp was chosen from the moment one was born.

The sword light was like arrows flying all over the sky, and the speed was like lightning, hitting Mo Yunmie directly.

Since the camps of the two sides are different, then use all your strength to fight hard to avoid future troubles.

Seeing the sword light all over the sky, Mo Yunmie was fearless and let it hit him, absorbing the sword energy.

Even if this son retreats for 15 years, what achievements can he achieve?

At best, it is only in the Xuanhai Realm, nothing to be afraid of!

Seeing this, everyone present was a little worried for Mo Yao.

In fact, they don't want Mo Yao to lose!
Because behind this handsome young man in white is the direct descendant of the patriarch.

Over the years, the elders have controlled the cultivation resources and squeezed the ordinary disciples of the Mo family. If things go on like this, the ordinary disciples of the Mo family will never be able to recover.

"He can devour the slaughtering sword energy of Zhuxian Sword, he really doesn't know what to do!"

Mo Yao sneered softly, held up the Zhuxian sword in his hand, and didn't want to play with him anymore.

The power of this sword can destroy the world and overwhelm the world!

The sky-shattering loud noise spread loudly, billowing smoke and dust swept in, and Zhu Xian Shenwei rushed straight to Mo Yunmie!

At this moment, Mo Yunmie realized what kind of monster he was facing. He dared to say that the other party was constantly testing him.

In other words, the other party didn't take himself seriously from the beginning to the end, it's really hateful!
Mo Yunmie felt the power of Zhuxian Shenjian, his whole body was suppressed so that he could not move, and there was a trace of crack on the surface of Zhantian Sword!
You know, this Heaven Zhanjian is a divine weapon, yet it will break!

His whole figure flew upside down, his eyes were full of hatred, "Heaven Zhanjian, the sword breaks ten thousand ways!"

A vortex of sword energy appeared around Mo Yunmie out of thin air, trying to penetrate Moyao.

The battle at this time has reached a fever pitch, and the high-level leaders of the two sides may not be able to hold back anymore.

Looking at the swift and fierce tiger-like swordsmanship, Moyao said calmly, "This world of great struggle has already begun. Since I, Moyao, want it, I must fight, and the fight must be earth-shattering. Ten thousand people admire it! "

He, dressed in a white shadow, stands here, with the Zhuxian Shenjian hovering around him, as stable as Mount Tai, unmoved by the eight winds, just like a white-clothed sword god.

"Kill by Chaos Sword!"

Mo Yao held the hilt of the Zhu Xian Shenjian and pointed it at Mo Yun Mie's entire body, as if he had already locked onto him.

At this moment, the jade belt that covered Moyao's eyes fell with the wind, revealing those shocking chaotic pupils, and the Excalibur Excalibur exuded endless chaotic energy.

The killing of the sword shadow is as fast as lightning, as fast as thunder!

Chaos sword energy burst out in all directions.

next moment.

Mo Yunmie was injured by the killing of the Chaos Sword, and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

At this moment, Mo Yunmie was in a state of distress, and he struggled to stabilize his figure. There was not a single part of his body intact, his organs were also shifted everywhere, and fresh blood gushed out of his mouth.

He looked up in embarrassment, his eyes full of disbelief.

Mo Yunmie didn't want to believe that he couldn't beat a kid who didn't even have a concentration of gods. He was terribly shocked, and his Dao heart was already unstable.

If he couldn't kill this son, he would probably be at the mercy of this son for the rest of his life, an endless hatred arose in his heart.

While Mo Yunmie was still thinking about how to take revenge, Mo Yao refused to let it go.

Do I have to wait for the other party to practice for decades, and then seek revenge on myself?

He has watched this kind of drama many times. Although Mo Yao is not afraid, it is still a bit troublesome. It is better to solve it as soon as possible.

Mo Yunmie at this time is just the end of a crossbow, not even worthy of the end of a crossbow, unable to arouse any strength.

"This kid is going to be killed! Elder, save me!" Mo Yunmie cried out to somewhere in the void.

"Boy, since the outcome has been decided, let's let it go."

An old figure came out from the void, and behind him were several old men with strong breath.

However, the old man at the head also attacked Mo Yao.

Mo Yao didn't take it seriously, and a murderous aura of Zhu Xian came out, because he knew that his grandfather must also protect him in the void.

Seeing this, the third elder released a shocking wave, which turned into a terrifying giant claw and went towards Moyao.

"Third Elder, you don't know how to be polite, you are disrespectful to the old, and you actually shot a junior."

A shocking seven-color sword light annihilated the giant claw, and the disciples below couldn't help but feel a little terror. Could this be the collision of masters!
After all, Mo Yunxiao and his party made a move and stopped the third elder's attack.

An elder sword repairer behind Mo Yunxiao slowly put away his sword, smiled gracefully, was dressed in a green shirt, and was about 30 years old.

"what!"

At this time, Mo Yunmie had been killed by Moyao's chaotic sword light, disrupting his entire organs, and his death was so tragic that it was difficult to look directly at.

On the other hand, Moyao himself seemed to take it indifferently.