"What!" Feng Yifan hurriedly wanted to urge the Tianluo fan to continue to send out the glow, but he found it too slow. He quickly changed a decision and directly let the dark clouds under him retreat quickly!


    "As soon as my snow sword song comes out, what soars is speed and attack power. How far can you retreat?"


    Du Yuesheng laughed and his speed soared by three points. In the blink of an eye, he caught up with the wind like a flash of lightning.


    A sword fell in the air, and the light of the sword fell unstoppably like an epoch-making place. The wind was surprised. Knowing that the sword was good, he immediately patted the storage bag again. A huge golden square seal flew out of the storage bag and stood in front of him.


    This golden square is printed with a size of 100 feet, like a small golden mountain in front of you. It looks like a good defense magic weapon!


    But what he didn''t know was that in Du Yuesheng''s eyes, even a real mountain was nothing more than that!


    Hiss!


    When the sword light didn''t enter the golden square seal, it was like cutting on the fragile paper. In an instant, the sword light divided the whole golden square seal into two and cut it down straight towards the wind.


    At this moment, the wind also can''t retreat, and the wind also can''t retreat. His pupils are locked, and he looks flustered.


    But at this moment, a streamer suddenly came from the sky. The speed was so fast that even the lightning was one point away. In the blink of an eye, the streamer was directly blocked by Du Yuesheng''s sword light.


    Light waves surged away in the place where they came into contact, and the billowing air waves kept rolling!


    This streamer flew out, which was also beyond everyone''s expectation. Du Yuesheng couldn''t help narrowing his eyes, looked at the wind Yifan who picked up his life, and said faintly: "it''s your good luck, but your good luck is only at this moment. If the emperor wants to kill you, you still have death or no life!"


    Feng Yifan''s face turned red when he heard the speech, but soon, he hardened his head and shouted, "ha, arrogance, do you know who is coming? You have death and no life in front of him, and you still want to kill me? I''m equivalent to protecting the Dharma under the emperor, and he will try his best to protect me!"


    "Alas... Feng Yifan, every time something happens, I wait to help you. If I can''t wait, how can you deal with yourself? Why don''t you go and practice well?"


    A sigh came, and a shadow flashed. Suddenly, it was in front of Du Yuesheng and Feng Yifan.


    Du Yuesheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the visitor. The visitor was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a blue coat, a feather scarf around his head and a Zhu pen in his hand. He looked polite and a scholar.


    As soon as he heard this, Feng Yifan''s face turned more red. He couldn''t help roaring: "Liu Mo, don''t talk to me in this tone. I''m the Dharma protector under the throne. Why do you talk to me like this!"


    Liu Mo could only shake his head when he heard the speech: "Alas, you do it yourself. Go quickly. I''ll test you after I solve the things here!"


    After he finished, Feng Yifan couldn''t stay any longer. As soon as he pinched his hand, he was ready to leave directly.


    But just then, Du Yuesheng stood up and said coldly, "did the emperor let you go?"


    "Shit, what kind of thing are you? If I want to go, can you stay?" Feng Yifan finally broke out completely. This time he lost Du Yuesheng''s hand, which made him feel very angry.


    Unexpectedly, Du Yuesheng didn''t even let him go now. Suddenly, he was angry and pointed to Du Yuesheng''s nose and scolded!


    Du Yuesheng''s eyes were cold and his killing intention was like a rainbow. He didn''t say a word. He only spoke with strength, raised his hand and waved a sword. The sword light was overwhelming and attacked and killed the wind.


    Liu Mo raised his vermilion pen and made a stroke in the air. A black ink appeared on the void, forming a black rain character.


    Then, the ink turned into a gust of wind and rain, mixed with lightning and thunder, and suddenly appeared in front of the sword light. At the same time, he frowned and said to the wind: "go quickly, you will hold my back legs!"


    The wind also saw this. He didn''t hesitate. After staring at Du Yuesheng fiercely, he flashed out.


    "To the Emperor... Stay!"


    Du Yuesheng shouted and lifted up the sword. The sword light startled ten thousand feet long, and the sword breath roared: "ten thousand immortal sword array!"


    Shua, countless sword lights condensed from the sky and fell to the ground, directly enveloping Feng Yifan and Liu Mo!


    Liu Mo didn''t dare to underestimate the ten thousand immortal sword array. He quickly raised his Zhu pen and wrote a mountain character in the air. In an instant, a virtual shadow of a green mountain like ink painting appeared in the air, blocking his head and Feng Yifan''s head!


    "This spell also wants to stop the emperor''s ten thousand immortal sword array?" Du Yuesheng sneered: "kill him!"


    "Rampant! You can break Liu Mo''s magic?" Feng Yifan didn''t expect that he was still blocked, and his face was hard to see the extreme.


    It''s just that he was defeated by a nobody. Now he can''t even walk. If he doesn''t find a bit of speech, his face will be lost!


    But at the moment when Feng Yifan''s words were just exported, countless sword lights fell on the virtual shadow of the green mountain, and the rumbling explosion continued to sound. The virtual shadow of the ink green mountain was flattened inch by inch by the 10000 sword lights at a speed visible to the naked eye.


    Finally, when the ink green mountain shadow disappeared, the sword light of Wanxian sword array still existed for no less than 3000 times!


    The three thousand sword lights fell. Feng Yifan and Liu Mo quickly choked the formula again. A piece of ink and a burst of rosy wind flew up at the same time, trying to stop the sword light!


    Seeing that the two men tried their best to defend the Wanxian sword array, but did not care about the front at all, Du Yuesheng couldn''t help sneering and said loudly, "do you two think the emperor of heaven is dead?"


    At the same time, Du Yuesheng held a sword in his right hand, and his left hand fell on the Guqin. The sound of the piano began to follow his life.


    Liu Mo and Feng Yifan were surprised when the wonderful piano sound hit. When they turned around, they saw the sound wave with the piano sound.


    They hurriedly urged the magic and blocked the ten thousand immortal sword array above their heads. At the same time, they managed to spare one hand and pinch out the decision, forming a defense magic in the front.


    "It''s too slow!" Du Yuesheng laughed. His body had already rushed to the top and shouted, "the sword is burning!"


    In an instant, the immortal killing sword became as red as blood. A sword was waved. The light of the sword fell from the sky with the rolling sky fire and went straight to Liu Mo and Feng. It seemed that they were going to swallow them all at once.


    Liu Mo and Feng Yifan looked at each other and saw endless horror from each other''s eyes. They couldn''t imagine that Du Yuesheng was so strong.


    With their own strength, they were out of breath, and the next move was full of sword fire, and they had no power to resist!


    "What a shame..." just then, another voice sounded in the distance. At the moment when the voice hit, a silver light followed. It revolved around Liu Mo and Feng Yifan for a week to form a silver barrier, which even took down the sword and fire!