I lead the villains to help justice in the world of cultivating immortals

He looked at Mo Sheng, with a silver flying blade hovering in the palm of his hand.

In the next second, fly out.

The target is the head of Mo Sheng's neck.

What Nangong Yunche did was kill with one blow.

At this level, Nangong Yunche still understands the truth that wildfires can never burn out, and spring breeze blows and regenerates.

He could clearly see that Mo Sheng was a scheming man, good at planning, and possessed a city.

And looking at the young age, this is half a step away from God.

would be a disaster.

Mo Sheng didn't dodge, and was impartial, using the spiritual power in his hand to forcibly follow Nangong Yunche's flying blade.

Nangong Yunche's flying blades in Lishen stage didn't even break through Mo Sheng's defense.

For the first time, Nangong Yunche was a little apprehensive.

For many years, Nangong Yunche has not had an evenly matched opponent for a long time.

Some people dare not let go and fight with themselves because of their own status.

But people of the same age couldn't keep up with his own cultivation, and he basically knocked down those people without exerting all his strength.

After all, Nangong Yunche is the number one genius of the Wu Clan in the past few hundred years.

Almost the entire Wu clan has entrusted it with important tasks.

And Nangong Yunche also felt that after a long time, it became boring.

It's like a mask for a long time, I have forgotten my scarred heart and the madness hidden under that elegant appearance!

"You... fine."

Nangong Yunche's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice sounded like rough sand and gravel, not as clear and elegant as before.

It sounds like indescribable excitement.

The Eighth Prince stood aside, originally planning to ask Nangong Yunche to back him up.

how?Still boasting?

Eighth Prince: Quite suddenly!

My brother and the person who beat me saw each other, how can I break it?

Pooh!It's an exaggeration.

Mistake, extremely misstep!

This person is definitely not simple!

The eighth prince looked at Mo Sheng with vigilance in his eyes, he didn't want to lose his soldier and lose his brother.

This is his brother!

Brother!

If you pay, you will lose it. With his brother covering him, you can be so unscrupulous.

The eighth prince took two small steps towards Nangong Yunche, trying to use family affection to arouse Nangong Yunche's conscience.

I almost shouted: brother!elder brother!You look at me quickly!

Your brother is being bullied!Hurry up and avenge your brother, don't hold back!

The Eighth Prince's intentions were so obvious that it was difficult for Nangong Yunche to ignore it.

But~ Nangong Yunche really cherished his talents.

Seeing Mo Sheng alone, he remembered that pair of clear and sly eyes he saw at the banquet.

It seems that...the person in front of me should be in the same group.

The flying blade in his hand was spinning all the time, and he touched it casually with his hand.

Immediately, his hand was stabbed open.

Small blood beads popped out immediately.

Nangong Yunche wiped the blood on the flying blade indifferently.

As soon as the flying blade comes out, blood is bound to be seen.

Nangong Yunche decided to negotiate a deal with Mo Sheng, so seeing blood should be impossible.

After probing, Nangong Yunche knew that Mo Sheng probably had another trick, and it was not Nangong Yunche's way to hurt both sides.

Fighting for your own best interests is the kingly way.

So I can only feed my own life with my own blood.

"You...give me the servant next to you, and I'll let you go?"

Nangong Yunche didn't look at Mo Sheng at all, as if he was sure that Mo Sheng would agree.

But who knows... Mo Sheng heard Nangong Yunche's words, Mo Sheng's aura was powerful and cold, which made people feel chilling, only Mo Sheng's stern face was a little pale, and there was a little sickness. Paranoid.

There was a surly and indifferent aura exuding from his whole body, his obsidian-like eyes were deep and dark, surging with scorching waves.

The coldness on his body didn't dissipate at all, but became more and more intense.

Mo Sheng's anger was obvious, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what, all he knew now was that Nangong Yunche had hit Xingli with his thoughts.

"Heh~ I have everything in my dream."

Mo Sheng rushed directly towards Nangong Yunche.

Mo Sheng stared at Nangong Yunche with contempt, a coldness condensed between his brows, his eyes were as cold as ice balls, the coldness seemed to penetrate into your bones.

Nangong Yunche did not expect Mo Sheng to refuse.

And... attacking himself.

Interesting!

Nangong Yunche raised his eyes, his sharp and arrogant eyes fell on Mo Sheng who was rushing towards him, and the playfulness in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Originally, Nangong Yunche was going to use a slightly more powerful technique. Mo Sheng would have just repelled him, because Nangong Yunche believed that the boy who was slightly interested in him would show up because of Mo Sheng, right?

The flying blade in his hand had been increased to the cultivation base of Li Shenqi, like a gust of wind blowing by, it came to Mo Sheng's face in less than a second.

Mo Sheng tilted his head to avoid it.

But it's not so easy, obviously close at hand, I saw the flying blade attacking, but it was still difficult to dodge.

Nangong Yunche has two brushes.

The gap in realm is not easy to make up.

This is the first time that Mo Sheng has faced Lishenqi's attack directly.

I still... a little overestimated myself.

hiss--

Mo Sheng let out a soft cry.

There was a gash on the neck.

The blood splashed out, and the blood from the wound seemed to be attracted.

All of them rushed to the flying blade that Nangong Yunche flew out...

The restlessness of the blood made Mo Sheng startled. Didn't expect that Nangong Yunche's original life was so evil?

There was only a small wound, and the blood in his body seemed to be unable to control himself.

This made Mo Sheng frown slightly.

It's really weird, and it's really easy to catch the Tao if you don't pay attention.

Mo Sheng locked his own blood with spiritual power.

Secretly competing with Nangong Yunche's weapons.

One's own life is carried on one's shoulders and danced vigorously.

The moves in his hands seemed to require no thought or pause at all, and all the saber moves were aimed at Nangong Yunche.

People like the Eighth Prince are no longer able to participate if their cultivation is above half a step away from the god stage.

These people quickly put protective covers on themselves.

In order not to be affected and become obsessed.

There are hundreds of rounds between the two of you, swords and swords, you come and go, just in a flash.

When Xing Li came, the two of them were already in the center of the storm.

It's the kind of level where both of them will be affected by a slight interruption.

Xingli could only spend some mental energy to keep an eye on the other party.

Xing Li's appearance was quite high-profile, so both Mo Sheng and Nangong Yunche were actually aware of Xing Li's existence.

And because Mo Sheng still vividly remembered Xingli's anger when she used the Demon Clan's technique before, so she didn't dare to use the Nether Technique lightly.

Those who were directly beaten by Nangong Yunche retreated steadily, and could barely maintain their superficial balance.

Nangong Yunche didn't hold back at all, under Mo Sheng's distraction, he directly sent Mo Sheng flying, and the flying blade nailed Mo Sheng's chest.