Chapter 627: Mo Yuanfu's hole card

Mo Yuanfu was blown away by Feng Yi's sword. Instantly, he flew out. His face was pale, and blood continued to flow from his mouth. He broke his head and did not expect that he would also lose one day, and still lost to a junior.
I thought that with his own strength, even if he suppresses Xiu, it shouldn't be difficult for the young people to die, but the fact is not what he thinks.
Even the young man in front of him couldn't catch the sword, the young man in front of him was so powerful.
At this moment, the scene was quiet, and even the monks watching the lively moment were surprisingly quiet at this moment.
"Junior, you once again exceeded my expectations. I didn't expect you to hurt me, but I have to admit that you have such a superb practice at this age. If you really are a peerless genius, if If there is no such thing between us, there must be a place for the elder of my Mo family to belong to you, but unfortunately, unfortunately ... "
After a while, Mo Yuanfu climbed up from the ground. At this moment, Mo Yuanfu's shirt was ripped apart by the sword of dust, and there were several obvious scars on his body, but these scars did not bleed. , But Mo Yuanfu's expression was a little embarrassed.
Although he was embarrassed, although Feng Chen hurt him a little, it was not a serious injury. On the contrary, at this moment, he was not angry, but was calmly chatting with Feng Chen, without any regret.
But after he said a pity, he did it manually, because he knew that he had no intention of showing mercy to the young man in front of him, and he would kill him.
Such a peerless genius allowed him to grow up, and the consequences were unthinkable. It can even be said without exaggeration that if this son is allowed to grow up, it is definitely a threat to himself.
Therefore, this time he shot, he had no intention to stay, he must make a hit and kill!
"Is that the old man? Thanks for the compliment, but this time you don't pretend to be compelling?" Feng Chen smiled, stood with a sword, and was very polite. Anyway, for Feng Chen, he can find the empty Momo Yuanfu He is very happy.
"However, there are many geniuses in the world, but it is also the geniuses who are most likely to die in the world, and you will embark on their journey. Next, I hope you can catch this blow from me, and this time you will be awesome!"
At this moment, Mo Yuanfu did not conceal the killing intention in his heart. Even if Feng Chen had let himself eat, he had no fear at all. At this moment, there was only one thought in his heart, that is, Feng Chen had to die!
"Are you sure you can kill me with such confidence?" Feng Chen squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Yuanfu, and then hesitantly said, "Old man, are you sure you didn't pretend to force you this time?"
"Huh, you will know if you try it, but you can force yourself to use this trick, and you are proud of yourself." Mo Yuanfu stared at the boss, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, the expression on his face He looked particularly shy and drank, "Suffer!"
Mo Yuanfu's words fell, and when Mo Yuanfu flatly stretched out his right hand, the powerful and powerful Zhen Yuan in his body kept rolling, fighting and killing all around.
In the void in front of Mo Yuanfu's hand, he drew something from time to time. In the eyes of outsiders, Mo Yuanfu is no different from a ghost and has no trace to follow.
As everyone knows, in the eyes of a monk who has become a profound monk, especially in the eyes of a monk who is above the virtual period, he can obviously feel that Mo Yuanfu's seemingly simple and casual sketch or tap is not a random or ghostly sign. Mo Yuanfu's seemingly simple and casual sketching has a deep meaning in it, and every time he starts sketching, he carries a trajectory.
"Huh?" Feng Chen gave a flick in her mouth, and frowned, and suddenly felt an unprecedented crisis in her heart.
With Mo Yuanfu's constant sketching, the sense of crisis in his heart became even more serious.
With regard to Mo Yuanfu's seemingly random sketches, and based on Feng Chen's experience and knowledge, he knew that Mo Yuanfu's attack at the moment was not simple.
Although Mo Yuanfu seems to sketch lightly without any fluctuations in strength, as he, it can be said that he is not the only one. Even Jiang Yu and Mu Jiazhu have sweated for Feng Chen.
Even Jiang Yu, a monk with a period of metamorphosis, was a monk at the same level as Mo Yuanfu, and she was not even sure to take the blow from Mo Yuanfu. How terrible it is.
"Is this the old man's hole card?" Feng Chen squinted his eyes and spit a heavy breathing sound in his nose.
The action in Mo Yuanfu's hand has not stopped until now. He is still sketching, and every time he sketches, he will tap once, until he sketches forty-nine to the trajectory. Under the action in the hand, after the action stopped, a sudden death came out.
After he had done all this, he looked up at Feng Chen in front of him.
There was mercy in his eyes, but the color of compassion flashed by, and it disappeared from his face soon.
"Go!" Mo Yuanfu smiled evilly, and stroked in front of him gently, forty-nine traces of the trajectory, methodically attacked Feng Feng.
"Scarlet trick!"
Feng Chen tightly tightened the falling feather flying sword in his tight hands, saying that it was definitely not false if he was not nervous. You should know that you are not as simple as missing an arm and a broken leg, but it is very likely that you will lose your life, but in your heart Although I think so, I don't care at all.
Feng Chen took a sigh of breath, and the figure flickered. Feng Chen's figure disappeared on the platform of life and death. When Feng Chen reappeared, it was not difficult to see that Feng Chen backed up by dozens of feet, and in his hands, he kept Holding sword flower.
Extreme immortal sword decides the second style, the wind rolls over the clouds.
The dance screamed, and one sword-mandling followed by the sword-flowers of Feng Chen continued to emerge from the falling feather flying sword. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of sword-mans already appeared in front of Feng Chen. Inside.
Jianmang continued to increase, within a square of his front, centering on Fengchen himself, spinning continuously, and another breathing time passed. Now it is impossible to see the falling feather flying sword with the naked eye. As of now, within one foot of Feng Chen, thousands of sword mansions have been born, spinning around him constantly at high speed.
In the end, these fierce Jianmang slowly formed an airtight barrel shape, which sealed the dust tightly without leaving any gaps.
The Jixian Sword is by no means covered, it can be attacked and defended, otherwise, with Fengxian's previous Xianzun seeing, how can he fancy this method.
"Huh, do you think you can escape like this? It's useless!" Seeing Feng Chen's move, Mo Yuanfu sneered with a sneer in his mouth, and his face was full of sarcasm. Look.