Junzi Jian could not imagine anything. Dongfang Mo said something, but his weapon could actually transform into a human figure.

When the figure held the same weapon in his hand and attacked him, he widened his eyes and thought of a word afterwards, that is, the magic weapon, mysterious weapon, and later he realized it.

"This" Junzi Jian didn't have to think too much about it, and he pulled out one of his palms in a mess, and had no time to use any techniques. He directly surged his spiritual energy and resisted it at the flying black shadow.

However, as a black stick spirit, how could it be so easy to be blocked? Dong Zhi's black stick in his hand hit the palm of the Junzi Sword hard on the palm of his hand.

The consequences can be imagined

The hands of Junzi Jian were beaten into a bloody and bloody mess, and he was no longer able to activate his weapons and fell to the ground.

And Dongfang Mo would not let go of the weapon of the gentleman sword. He raised his hand and let his weapon Ling Dongzhi grab the long sword

Dongfang Mo held the black stick in one hand and walked towards the gentleman sword step by step.

Only Junzi Jian and Dongfang Mo knew about this process, and what people saw was just a chaos on the ring. Even if the power of spiritual consciousness was explored, there would be nothing to be seen under the stirring of the cracks in this space.

But when everything came to peace, the scene people saw was actually on the ring. The black stick in Dongfang Mo's hand was pressed on the dantian of the Junzi Sword. The Junzi Sword had no more hand, only a scarlet red, lying on the ground in a mess. I don't know when another person appeared on the ring, holding the long sword of the Junzi Sword.

"Damn, what's going on?" People were confused.

Junzi Jian gasped heavily, and he was really unacceptable to the change in front of him: "Dongfang Mo, you, you"

Dongfang Mo smiled coldly: "Don't you know what level your Xuan Soldier is? Can't you summon the spirits of your Xuan Soldier? Can't others not? Frog in the well?"

When the Xuan Soldier of the Junzi Sword fell into Dong Zhi's hands, Dongfang Mo could see clearly. This is not an ordinary Xuan Soldier. This is a real magical weapon, and it is definitely a rare good thing.

After Dongfang Mo said something, people realized something. Could it be that the sudden appearance of the figure on the ring was the spirit of the mysterious soldier?

It seemed to be trying to prove it in front of people. Dongfang Mo threw out his black stick and floated over Dongzhi's head, and Dongfang Mo just said softly: "Dongzhi, go back."

As this sentence fell, a golden light flashed through the black stick, wrapping Dongzhi up. Then, people watched Dongzhi return to their Dongfang Mo's Xuan soldiers.

People's eyes are almost falling off. This is the real weapon spirit mysterious weapon. Looking at the entire Great Wilderness, few people can really activate the weapon spirit mysterious weapon

Junzi Jian was also a little stupid. This Dongfang Mo was able to activate the spiritual Xuan Soldier, and he was so ease. Although he didn't admit anything, he really admired this Dongfang Mo.

At this moment, Dongfang Mo still held the black stick in his hand and still pressed against the Dantian of the Junzi Sword. The other hand was holding the Guzi Sword's weapon, the long sword of the Guzi Sword's weapon: "Guzi Sword, you are also a Guzi Sword's weapon, but your soul cultivation is too poor. Until now, you can't summon the Guzi Sword's weapon. What's the use of you want this?"

As soon as the words came to an end, the Junzijian didn't give Junzijian any chance to breathe. The spiritual energy in his palm surged, slowly wrapped the long sword of Junzijian. Junzijian's face gradually pale. Soon, Junzijian screamed suddenly, and people also understood what was going on. Dongfang Mo actually used his own strength to cut off the connection between Junzijian and this weapon spiritual Xuan Soldier.

This method alone made the people under the ring stunned. This method was really ruthless, but it was not something that ordinary people could do.

After doing all this, Dongfang Mo said coldly: "Gentleman Sword, can't you practice well? Let this Xuan Soldier recognize his master and ask others for help. If you weren't a master with a high level of cultivation, you might not be able to use this Xuan Soldier."

Dongfang Mo said this, so there is a basis for saying this, because when he erased the connection between the Xuan Soldier and the Gentleman Sword, he realized other people's aura and other people's restrictions, and he confirmed his own judgment.

The people under the ring immediately started to whisper. The gentleman's sword, which is usually arrogant and arrogant, is not as magical as he said, but such a thing.

Dongfang Mo held this Xuanbing in his hand, and had no intention of taking it for himself. Instead, he turned his head and said coldly at the gentleman's sword: "What you said just now, I'll ask you with it, do you have any last words to leave?"

"Hiss" people didn't expect that Dongfang Mo was really going to start

The identity of this gentleman sword is definitely not simple in the realm of the Demonic Dao. Moreover, he is the domineering of the Demonic Dao. Do you really want to kill him in full view of everyone?

Dongfang Mo naturally knew all this, but when he stepped onto the ring, he did not think about leaving any chance to turn the tables. No matter who he is, it would be better to eliminate the disaster.

Yan Yue was also moved. Dongfang Mo really took action on what the Gentleman Sword did this time, and Yan Yue had long looked down on him. If this person was killed by Brother Mo, it would not be a bad thing.

It seems that the gentleman sword has only now remembered that he and Dongfang Mo have established a document of life and death.

At this moment, when he felt the sharpness of the black stick covering his dantian, his heart was completely panicked. Although Dongfang Mo had returned to his original cultivation level, he was just a level six-level mysterious general, the gentleman sword could not ignore the fear this person brought to him.

"No, don't kill me." Junzijian begged for mercy in front of so many people, and his tone was extremely humble.

Even those who thought that the gentleman sword master would win just now still feel that the gentleman sword is really a bit out of air. How could he beg for mercy like this?

In fact, that is on the verge of death, and anyone may choose to beg for mercy.

Dongfang Mo smiled coldly: "Gentleman's Sword, is this your last words?"

When this cold tone makes the gentleman sword no longer see hope, the gentleman sword is already afraid to the limit. When a person is afraid to the limit, he is angry

The arrogant spirit of the gentleman sword is back: "Dongfang Mo, do you know who my father is? I don't believe it. You really dare to touch me." In fact, this comparison between the previous and the next shows that this gentleman sword is extremely afraid of Dongfang Mo.

Dongfang Mo smiled and said, "Gentleman Sword, before we compete, we signed the document of life and death. Even if the Heavenly King comes, no one dares to say that it is inappropriate for me to kill you, let alone you." This sentence is really not even taking the thunder of the demonic thunder seriously.

Junzi Jian was angry. He ignored the threat of the black stick on the dantian and wanted to improve his spiritual energy. Dongfang Mo had been guarding against this for a long time. If he had a slight movement, Dongfang Mo had already poured his spiritual energy into the black stick. As long as Dongfang Mo activates it, Junzi Jian's dantian will be destroyed, and no one can turn the world back.

At this moment, a sound like a bell came from the sky: "My friend Dongfang Mo, show mercy" sound fell into his ears, and a pressure fell from Dongfang Mo's body, with anger in this pressure.

Dongfang Mo frowned and stopped activating the spiritual energy. When Junzi Jian heard this sound, he smiled happily, and there was no fear at all. Even if Dongfang Mo's black stick still pressed against his dantian, he didn't care. He looked at Dongfang Mo arrogantly, with his face saying, "I see you dare to do it."

Dongfang Mo looked at the visitor: "Even if it depends on your age, you are a senior. Why is my pressure on me like this? You are contrary to your identity?" Dongfang Mo didn't even move. Although his spiritual energy increased and he barely resisted the pressure of this person, he spoke with contempt and looked at the old man who was falling under the ring.

The people watching the fun were simply confused. If this young man had taught the gentleman sword lesson like this, he would still understand it. However, this guy wouldn't have no idea about the character Jun Lei.

In fact, Dongfang Mo was a little unsure. The old man's cultivation was very terrifying. Level 8 Xuanjun, this should be the highest cultivation level that Dongfang Mo had ever seen after entering the hinterland of the Great Sixth Land. In front of Ruobing's seventh level Xuanjun, he did not even have the ability to escape. In front of this level 8 Xuanjun, Dongfang Mo had no ability to resist.

The person who came changed his face. He could not have thought that the young man would say it so bluntly. Just when the old man was hesitating, Yan Yue spoke: "Senior Jun Lei, why have you been here too? You don't want to go on stage to fight, right?" Although Yan Yue said this, it was possible that Jun Lei would be blocked from appearing on stage.

Jun Lei glanced at Yan Yue: "Yan Yue, no one, what kind of ring is this? How could I go on stage?" After speaking, he had to remove his pressure first. After all, in front of this level 6 Xuan general, he didn't have to worry about him running away in front of him.

Moreover, Jun Lei calmed down his anger after Yan Yue said something, because Yan Yue's mother's face, because he knew that this woman was an unusual existence on the side of the Demonic Way.
Chapter completed!