Seeing the previous scene, they couldn't help but stare, with a look of surprise.

The qi blade struck from Xuanyuan Moze's hand, and slashed across the cheek of the venerable one. The blade passed, and made a deep hole in his face. Blood splashed out, causing that The whole face looked a bit hideous.

The Venerable also didn't seem to believe it. He stopped for a moment. He raised his hand and stroked his scratched cheek. The pain on the cheek and the blood stains on his hand made his heart surge. The idea of ​​wanting to kill.

"Good Xuanyuan Moze! I want to see how you die!"

His voice came out gloomily, and the murderous aura came out of his body, expressed in his voice, his eyes, and his actions.

A bright and sharp blade appeared in his hand. He held it back, gritted his teeth and changed his pace and struck his figure. The blade he held back in his hand made several shadows in an instant, attacking the raging ones. The fighting spirit, so his speed has also been improved.

The opponent showed his sword, Xuanyuan Moze still had his bare hands. The battle that had the upper hand was gradually at a disadvantage as the opponent madly attacked him. Several times, he was dangerously stabbed to a fatal place by the blade of the opponent.

Feng Jiu watched from the side, his eyes moved slightly, and the evil charm on his face did not know when it would dissipate. At this time, what appeared was only a cold and sharp expression.

The people from the four sects around the bottom were dumbfounded, and there was no sound.They only saw that the black-robed man named Xuanyuan Moze scratched the face of the venerable, so deep wounds, it is estimated that they will leave scars.

What shocked them even more was that the lord actually took out a weapon, he was actually trying to hurt that Xuanyuan Moze with the sword in his hand?In this way, it is really disgraceful even if you win.

"Xianjun, do you want them to stop? I'm afraid if this goes on..." said a venerable, frowning at this scene.

"No hurry, their strength is being stimulated, let them fight!" said a fairy, waving his hand to indicate that there is no need to say more.

Feng Jiuchao glanced at the people and saw them all looking at them with great interest. Quan regarded this life and death battle as a scene. She hooked her lips and sneered silently.

In front, the sound of a hissing robe being torn was heard. Feng Jiu looked at it and saw that Xuanyuan Moze's robe was cut out, perhaps because it did not hurt the skin and did not bleed.

At this moment, when she watched Xuanyuan Moze fight against Qing, she kicked the blade in the opponent's hand with one kick. The blade was thrown into the sky and then fell on the stage.

The venerable who was kicked by the blade was fierce, and the whole person rushed forward to try to fight melee, but was kicked in the ribs by Xuanyuan Moze, faintly, even Feng Jiu, who was standing by, could listen. The sound of bone fracture came out very clearly with a click.

"what!"

The screams came, and the venerable was kicked off the high platform by Xuanyuan Moze, and fell into the dumbfounded cultivator disciples standing below.

"Hi! Lord!"

The monk disciples below exclaimed, but no one dared to come forward to help. Instead, the Lord retreated a road and watched the venerable fall from the high platform and fell to the ground in a coma. Past...