The pavilion exploded, causing a greater impact. In an instant, the gravel and wood that flew into powder. Don’t wave his sleeves and waved everything back to calm the waves.

But Ying Bo disappeared.

"Escape?" Beiliu said suspiciously.

Mo Zhao smiled evilly, "He can't escape." The ominous blood sword in his hand was like a long snake. In the blink of an eye, it shot a hundred feet hard and stabbed into a void. Suddenly, accompanied by a shrill scream, the blood mist dissipated.

Yingbo's figure appeared from the void, with disheveled hair and struggling violently. The blood sword pierced through his chest, like being bitten by a poisonous snake, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

"Chasing Xie, you really want to kill them all!" Ying Bo screamed shrillly, and the blood had dyed his whole body red as he struggled.

Mo Zhao smiled evilly and looked at Ying Bo, "Kill all the swords, haha, it's ridiculous. Ying Bo, but I still remember how you treated them in the past. Today, I will use your head to pay tribute to the thousands of heroic souls of the Thousand Stars Gate." After that, the ominous blood sword in his hand was shocked, and Ying Bo was about to die here when he saw him.

Yingbo was afraid, and never felt so truly that death was so close to him. The extreme fear and the last survival instinct made him not want to give up the last chance to survive. With a wave of his hand, a broken stringed pipa was in his hand and hurriedly shouted, "Don't attack evil, you can't kill me!"

Mo Zhaoxie paused, looked at Yingbo's pipa, and his face darkened. "Where is she?"

Ying Bo smiled grimly, feeling that he had finally grasped Mo Zhaoxie's weakness. "I only know where she is. If you want her to live, let me go."

Don't let evil be silent.

Mo Zhaoxie's silence made Ying Bo feel that Mo Zhaoxie had compromised, and then laughed proudly, "Children Zhaoxie, you have no choice."

Mo Zhaoxie narrowed his eyes, "Ying Bo, have you heard of Soul Search?"

Yingbo's laughter came to an abrupt end, as if he was being grabbed by someone's neck.

“Northern Flow.”

Beiliu smiled, lightning shot, and his five fingers formed claws to grab Yingbo's Tianling Cap.

Ying Bo was shocked, but he didn't even scream, and his eyes lost their luster.

The blood sword of Mo Zhaoxie was shocked, and Ying Bo immediately smashed to pieces.

At this point, all the members of the Shuang Pavilion led by Yingbo of Yanyuting were killed.

Mo Zhaoxie came to Yun Taixu and saluted respectfully, "Senior Yun, Zhaoxie is late, it will scare you."

Yun Taixu looked at Mo Zhaoxie. It was really hard to imagine that the young man who had run away had grown to such a level now. The last person who had been in the Temple of Martial Gods, who had been in the last place, would meet again one day. "Boy, I finally waited for you."

"Haha," Mo Zhao smiled evilly, "I worry the senior."

"Don't call me again with this senior. You are beyond my reach at this time."

"Senior is joking," said Mo Zhaoxie. "In the past, in the Temple of War, I took good care of me a lot, and I will never forget this kind of friendship until my death."

"Okay, let's talk about it later." Yun Taixu was very happy, "I really want to know what kind of adventure you have had in the past three years."

Mo Zhaoxie shook his head, "Chuchu is trapped, I don't know how to live or die, I want to set off immediately."

Yun Taixu seemed very regretful, "I didn't expect to see you in a hurry and leave again."

Mo Zhao smiled evilly, "Senior, don't be sad. When I rescue Chuchu, I will rush to Tianxing Academy."

"I know," Yun Taixu said, "The Seven Kingdoms' Martial Arts is an unprecedented event, and it would be a pity to miss it." As he said, he pointed at Yun Xiao, Gao Xiong and others behind him. "If it weren't for me, Yun Xiao and others would have already set off for Tianxing Academy."

"I have something to do, please help me."

"you say."

"In Tianxing Academy, there are some people waiting for me to go back, especially a little girl named Qianqian. I am really worried. But I can't hurry back. I hope my senior will tell you that I'm fine so that they don't need to worry."

"Okay," Yun Taixu nodded, "just how to make them believe me."

Mo Zhao smiled evilly, "Senior only needs to say to Qianqian, just touch crabs in the Land Temple."

Yun Taixu nodded, "I've recorded it, don't attack evil, I'll wait for you in Tianxing Academy."

The wild horse trampled on the sky and neighed a long time, and did not pull the evil on the horse, "Okay."

Immediately, the horse stepped out of the sky, and the ferocious beast of Qiongqi followed closely behind.

Yun Taixu looked at Mo Zhaoxie's leaving back and felt uneasy for a long time.

"Dad, he is the master of the Demon-loving Sword, and don't attack evil." Yun Xiao asked.

"Yes," Yun Taixu nodded, then smiled, "He is back, and the Seven Kingdoms will be even more interesting now."

Su Changsheng sighed, "I didn't expect Ying Bo to end up like this, and he was pitiful to a master in the five-step realm."

Yan San sighed, "The Demon-loving Sword Master Mo Zhaoxie has grown to such a level in just three years. Ying Bo is still in the realm of five-step mortal sound, and he doesn't even have a chance to escape. The Demon-loving Sword Master Mo Zhaoxie has probably grown up."

"Yes, the world will be theirs in the future, and we will be old."

Dongmeng County, Jiujian Mountain.

Mo Zhaoxie stood in the void, looking at the mountains not far away, and was filled with emotion. Looking back on that day, Mo Zhaoxie embraced Shen Guo, and he made the Nine Swords Mountain turn over. Then the Martial God Temple was born, and there was another drastic change. In the Martial God Temple, nine lives and one death, and finally the Martial God’s soul passed on his magical powers and magics.

When I think back on everything, it seems to be yesterday.

Beiliu looked at the mountains below, "Chuchu is on the back mountain of Jiujian Mountain."

Mo Zhaoxie sighed, "I didn't expect that in just a few years, everything became too much. The Miaoyin Sect, which once could compete with Jiujian Pavilion, was gone. I think it was because of me."

"All hatreds are over today."

At this time, a beautiful figure floated over. Mo Zhaoxie looked at it, and the corner of his mouth was smiling, and he was not considered an old friend.

The woman in red came over and laughed charmingly after seeing Mo Zhaoxie, "Da Baicai, how long has it been since we met?"

"Haha," Mo Zhaoxie laughed, "Three years passed by, Miss He Shanwu became even more charming and charming."

He Shanwu laughed, "I haven't seen you for a few years, and my little mouth is getting sweeter. I haven't seen you for a few years, and I'm getting older, and I can't say it's charming."

Don't smile and say nothing.

"I already know the purpose of Dabaicai coming. Don't worry, Chuchu is safe."

"Thank you."

He Shanwu smiled charmingly and his posture was tempting. "He Shanwu, who is in the wind Pavilion at Yanyu Pavilion, is here to welcome the demon-loving sword master here to not attract evil."

Mo Zhaoxie looked at He Shanwu, "It seems that the four pavilions of Yanyu Pavilion, Yanyu, Fengshuang, and the four pavilions are different from each other."

He Shanwu smiled and remained silent.

At this moment, countless light swords suddenly flew out from the Nine Sword Mountain, covering the sky and the sun in an instant. In an instant, a mysterious and vast sword formation enveloped the entire Nine Sword Mountain. In the sword formation, seven dazzling long swords were dazzling, forming the shape of the Big Dipper and seven stars distributed in the sword formation.

When He Shanwu saw this, "You need to break this level yourself."

"Hmph!" Mo Zhaoxie snorted coldly, "A little trick of eagle."

Just as he was about to step forward, Beiliu took the lead and laughed evilly, "I'm about to try my ancient magic weapon, let me do it." As he said that, a long golden stick appeared in his hand, with dazzling golden light and steaming golden flames.

"Okay." Mo Zhao smiled and stepped back.

He Shanwu looked at Beiliu and his expression condensed. The man exuded a powerful aura, which made people frightened.

Beiliu smiled at the corner of his mouth, and took a step forward and rushed towards the sword formation!

The sword formation vibrated, and thousands of swords were fired at the same time.

Beiliu held a long stick in his hand, ignored Wan Jian, shouted loudly, and swung it down with a stick!

In an instant, golden light filled the sky, thousands of swords collapsed, and the sword formation collapsed.

The seemingly powerful sword formation could not even take a single stick. Seven people in the Nine Sword Mountain flew up to the sky, holding the seven most dazzling long swords in their hands, rushing towards Beiliu, and slashing out their power in anger.

Beiliu was disdainful and was another stick!

The seven swords collapsed, and the seven people died, turning into blood mist.

"Vulnerable." Beiliu said contemptuously, and he still wanted to collect the golden stick.

Seeing what was happening in front of him, He Shanwu's face was incredible. The power of a sect actually defeated it in just two blows. Such a strong force is really unimaginable. He Shanwu looked at Mo Zhaoxie. Has he grown to this point?

If so, then I really can't imagine it.

Mo Zhaoxie took the lead in entering the Nine Swords Mountain. On a cliff, Chuchu, dressed in white, looked at the flying person and shouted in disbelief: "Mo Zhaoxie?"

"It's me, I'm back." Mo Zhaoxie smiled gently.
Chapter completed!