Chapter 348

Mo Fan is really happy. For the first time since he entered the world, he is so excited. Such a strong person, even the leaders of the six sects may not be as strong as him. Even if these leaders have an increase in their own sect, they are not the opponents of this mysterious figure.

Jade girl swordsmanship, full real swordsmanship, no swordsmanship, hundreds of swordsmanships, the pure Jiuyin true qi passed like a long river like the sea, and a set of peerless swordsmanship poured out of Mo Fan's hands. Suddenly, the strong wind roared in the room, and the very hard clay table was now covered with layers of sword marks.

Murong Ziyi was stunned and saw the figure flying, and Mo Fan's cloud step was even more extreme. At the beginning, the figure was on the left. He had not yet come out of a sword, but the man was already on the right, and all kinds of swordsmanship came and came like pure love, with all shapes and gods, all of which had reached the top level.

She opened her mouth slightly. The world said that the jade girl's plain heart sword and the white dragon king are strange people in the world. Their martial arts are unfathomable, but they can't imagine that their strength is so powerful. I'm afraid that no one in the world can survive such a quarter of an hour. At the beginning, the god of fighting and the sword saint are so noble. At this moment, they are in the two major Judging from the strength shown by one of the strange people, it is simply not worth it.

People say that greed can't chew, but in Mo Fan, this point can't be seen at all. With swordsmanship alone, Mo Fan has four or five sets. Coupled with the martial arts contained in the Nine Yin Zhenjing, I'm afraid that no one in the world is like this. However, such a complicated martial arts is proficient in Mo Fan, but he is proficient in recruiting. Entering the realm of transformation, this strange man is indeed the only one in ancient and modern times.

However, the stronger was the mysterious figure in the field. He moved and walked leisurely. In such a stormy attack, his face still did not change. Although his face was dignified, he was still calm. Although there were few moves, he often missed the key points. Among Mo Fan's ten moves, nine moves were lost. The effect and another move were also lightly avoided by him.

Mo Fan's offensive is fierce and dazzling, but his internal strength is limited after all. Half an hour later, his movements are not as good as before, and his speed is more than one beat slower.

The man smiled and said, "You are still young and vigorous, boy, you are good at martial arts, talented, and I am not as young as you, but you are still too young!"

Suddenly, the man pointed out, and the strong wind rushed to his face. Suddenly, all the offensive of Mo Fan was suppressed, and the wind was extremely fast. In only half a breath, it had pierced Mo Fan's left shoulder blade, and another blood gushed out.

Mo Fan laughed without hurry and said, "The last move, a flash of glory!"

The Songfeng Sword was scratched diagonally and torn open a silk-like light in the dark. The man's pupil was slightly widened, but the sword was too late to react. Murong Ziyi outside only saw the Songfeng Sword flashed, and a blood stain was scratched on the man's chest.

The man was so surprised that he hadn't recovered. A touch of coolness was in front of his neck: "You!"

Mo Fan ignored him, just looked at the Songfeng Sword in his hand and smiled: "Thank you, you, you are the best sword I have ever seen."

The man's eyes condensed and did not care about Mo Fan's rudeness. Looking along Mo Fan's eyes, he saw that the sword in Mo Fan's hand was broken and shattered to the ground.

Mo Fan slowly put down the hilt of his sword and looked at the fragments on the ground. He was silent. The blood on his shoulders flowed down, and he didn't care about it.

And the mysterious man looked at the scars on his chest and looked at the fragments on the ground.

Murong Ziyi has already run over. She can't care about the fragments on the ground. At this moment, her son's chest and shoulders are bleeding, especially her chest, which is only a few inches away from the heart. She tore off her body and simply bandaged it with some water trauma medicine.

"Is this battle the last battle of your sword?" The man suddenly said and broke the silence.

Mo Fan took a deep breath and said, "Hmm."

"So what you said is happy because of your sword, which has a good ending?" The man said again.

Mo Fan said "um" again.

The man looked at Mo Fan's expression carefully, as if to distinguish the truth of Mo Fan's two words "um", and then laughed and said, "It's good to be broken!" Very good!"

Murong Ziyi's beautiful eyebrows. She knew that although the pine wind sword had been damaged in his twilight years, she knew that her son cherished the sword very much, because there was a gap in the sword body, which was always so bright, which showed that the owner cherished it very much. However, it's really annoying that this man is gloating here.

She was about to have an attack, but she heard Mo Fan say, "Thank you."

The man stopped laughing, but his face showed shame and said, "You shouldn't thank me. Instead, you should blame me. I didn't do my best to give it a ride."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent again, and finally Mo Fan said, "No, I should thank you. Without you, it might not have had such a good end. What I learned has been carried out in this battle. It carries all my cultivation. It is the strongest sword I have seen."

The man sighed and finally said, "It won and defeated the last enemy."

Mo Fan smiled.

"Senior, can you borrow the treasure to set up a tomb for the sword?"

The man shook his head and said, "The sword should belong to the sword mound, not here."

"Where is the sword tomb?" Mo Fan asked.

The man tore off his clothes, wrapped the broken sword, handed it to Mo Fan, and said, "In another ice door, you can look for it."

Mo Fan looked at the package in his hand and fell silent. This time, after knowing the strength of the mysterious man, he was really happy. As the deadline of the Songfeng Sword approached, he was the master, but he could not find a battle to end it. However, there is such a hidden master here, whose martial arts are so high that it can no longer be described as unfathomable.

He was really happy that this man could definitely give Songfeng Jian the best end, so he used what he had learned in his life and fought with this man without any small tricks.

In fact, the Songfeng Sword, when Mo Fan blocked the first move of the mysterious man, had broken inch by inch, but it won, and it persisted to the last moment. Mo Fan used his strongest sword move now - Fanghua, and seized the chance to win one point in the moment when the mysterious man was stunned.

The mysterious man is right. It won. It defeated the last enemy and the strongest enemy since it existed. It can sleep.

Mo Fan gently stroked the package, looked at it for the last time, and then put it in his arms.

"Thank you, senior." Mo Fan said, "When Mo Fan buried his most loyal friend, he will receive the punishment of failure."

The mysterious man looked at Mo Fan with a solemn face and said, "I'll wait for you after this ice gate. There is a glazed cup here that will not be extinguished for ten thousand years. Take it to find the way. This is a map."

Mo Fan did not refuse. He took the glazed cup and the map, and regardless of the injury on his body, he wanted to push the door out, but he heard the mysterious man say, "You have little internal strength left now. I'll give you a ride."

I saw him hit the empty palm, and the ice gate opened.

Mo Fan hurriedly thanked him and went out with Murong Ziyi.

For a short time, the ice gate closed.

In the door, the mysterious man sat down and whispered:

"I'll wait for you to come back and die!"