Fighting the Martial Universe

"Jian Zhengxiu, I can understand your mood. You were originally the first genius of the young generation of Sword Soul Race, but because of Zhang Feng's appearance, your light was completely obscured."

"What's even more hateful is that Zhang Feng actually ignored the fate of your Sword Soul Race for a woman."

"A person like Zhang Feng, who is unwilling to change his surname on the initiative, is qualified to become the heir to the patriarch?"

That voice almost pierced Jian Zhengxiu's heart, as if it made him find a friend.

Jian Zhengxiu was surrounded by Tibetan kings, shouting constantly, "Who are you? Get out of here, don't be sneaky."

"I can let you defeat Zhang Feng at the one-month succession meeting."

The voice fell, and a figure also fell from the sky, but it was not a figure, but a puppet made of purple gold all over, with a height of one foot, conveying a strong breath to people.

"Are you from the Mohist school? Why don't you show up in a positive light?"

Jian Zhengxiu calmed down, and when he saw the puppet, he also recognized the other party's identity.

Only the Mohist disciples can master the puppet technique and control the puppet.

"Yes, the old man is a disciple of the Mo family. In fact, the old man has been paying attention to you for a long time, and it really feels worthless for you."

The puppet spoke lightly.

"How do you know me?"

Jian Zhengxiu was also slightly shocked. The person in front of him was able to poke his heart with a few words, which made him unbelievable.

"The old man is a disciple of the Mo family. You should be very clear about the relationship between the Mo family and the Sword Soul Clan. Your Sword Soul Mountain's organization is all arranged by the Mo family. It's you."

The puppet continued.

Hearing that, Jian Zhengxiu was also excited, because what the Mo family disciple said was all right. The Sword Soul Race had something to do with the Mo Family. The Sword Soul Mountain's organization formation was also arranged by the Mo Family.

It's just that he doesn't know that the Mo Family intends to cultivate heirs of the Sword Soul Race.

"Me, what do I do?"

Jian Zhengxiu was already excited.

If the opponent is another strong person, or a Yin Yang family, or a political strategist, he would not believe it.

However, the other party is the Mo family.

"Give me your heart, and I can make you stronger."

The puppet continued.

"Heart? You, what are you going to do?"

Jian Zhengxiu faintly felt a little uneasy. If he loses his heart, he will completely die.

"You want to become stronger quickly, but what you lack is a strong heart."

The puppet's hand directly took out a scarlet heart. To be precise, it was not a real heart, but a heart made by an organ.

"This is the sword shape that the old man took a long time to make. Once you change into this sword heart, your swordsmanship will be ten times stronger than before, and the flow of blood will be ten times stronger than before."

Jian Zhengxiu looked at the heart, beating constantly, and actually conveyed a strong sword intent.

He could feel that the heart was very strong.

Swordsmanship is ten times stronger, and blood is ten times stronger. What is this concept? This can completely turn a waste into a genius, not to mention that he himself is a genius.

Originally, he was very reluctant to change the heart. However, when he thought of the succession conference a month later, it was very difficult for him to surpass Zhang Feng in strength a month later.

Therefore, he finally decided to change his heart.

"bring it on."

Jian Zhengxiu opened his chest and said loudly.

call out!

Immediately, a thread came through a hole, piercing Jian Zhengxiu's chest, and finally with a sudden stroke, opening Jian Zhengxiu's chest, and finally pulling it suddenly.

what!

Jian Zhengxiu yelled in pain, and saw that his heart was torn out. Finally, the organ heart was directly replaced.

"With this pill, you'd better not use force for these three days."

The puppet threw out another pill, and it bounced directly into Jian Zhengxiu's mouth.

After a while, Jian Zhengxiu felt that the heart had completely fitted.

Moreover, he clearly felt that the speed of that heartbeat was very vigorous and even affected the speed of his exercises.

He deeply felt the benefits of this heart, and there did not seem to be any discomfort.

"Thank you senior."

Jian Zhengxiu held back his excitement and arched his hands.

"With your current strength, in Wu Sheng, there is absolutely no match."

Puppet Road.

Jian Zhengxiu heard this, and in his heart, it was extremely cold and cold: "Zhang Feng, at the successor conference, I see how you defeat me."

The puppet's body was swept away and disappeared.

In the next moment, the puppet appeared on another hill, and an old man also put it away.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Qianfan and Black Eye also walked out slowly.

Mo Qianfan smiled and said, "Human nature is really the easiest to overcome."

"Young Palace Master, now Jian Zhengxiu has replaced the organ heart I gave, and his strength has skyrocketed. Similarly, at a critical moment, I can also control him. A month later, at the Sword Soul Clan Successor Conference, we will attack the Sword Soul Clan. Day."

The old man said.

Mo Qianfan arched his hands and said, "Senior Xue, if the plan is successful this time, you will be a great hero of my Heavenly Demon Palace. It's just a pity that the marriage did not succeed this time, otherwise, our plan will proceed more smoothly. ."

Because, this time the plan, they deployed for a long time.

The first step is to seal the soul vein of the sword soul clan.

The second step is to use the Tyrant Blade Clan to deal with the Sword Soul Clan.

In fact, the Tyrant Blade Clan had secretly colluded with their Heavenly Demon Palace, and if the joint venture succeeded, the Tyrant Blade Clan would definitely get a huge help in the matter of attacking the Sword Soul Clan in their Heavenly Demon Palace.

However, let him count on everything, because Zhang Mofan's appearance destroyed the joint operation of the Soul Sword Clan and the Tyrant Blade Clan.

"Huh, to blame it is that stinky boy named Zhang Mofan~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I didn't expect him to be able to use Proud Mystery."

Mo Qianfan said coldly: "Next time I meet him, I must kill him!"

Xue Gui said, "Do you know why Zhang Mofan can invite my uncle?"

"Why?"

Mo Qianfan asked puzzledly.

"Because the box that kills the sage pinnacle warrior in seconds is the ink attack box. The first mechanism recorded in the Mo family's "Zhu Zi Tie" is very powerful. At present, no one in the Mo family can make it."

Xue Yu said: "That Zhang Mofan can actually take out the ink attack box, my uncle will naturally do it."

"Moqianfan, wait for the attack on the Sword Soul Race, you can't kill Zhang Mofan, I will arrest him, and ask for it."

Mo Qianfan wanted to kill Zhang Mofan very much. When Xue Gui said this, he also nodded and said: "No problem, now Senior Xue has become the guest of my Heavenly Demon Palace. If Senior Xue's strength increases, for my Heavenly Demon Palace, There are huge benefits."