Apart from the blood-devouring smile, there was a frost-filled expression on the cold face, and a cold and cold light flashed between the slightest shrinkage.

Under everyone's horrified eyes, Mo Ran seemed to have not even moved, and he easily avoided Hao Ming's thunder knife. Not only that, when Mo Ran reappeared in front of everyone, his white palm had already pinched the back of the Canglong Sword.

Mo Ran didn't move, and his other hand was easily carried behind his back, standing upright, staring coldly at Haoming who was close to him. As the internal energy surged, strong wind swept over and blew up the broken long gown and danced with the wind.

In the eyes of everyone, Mo Ran's image suddenly became taller, staring at Hao Ming in front of him like a peerless strong man. The internal energy that penetrated his body was transported like a tornado, mixed with the thick and majestic purple aura formed a powerful pressure, constantly rushing towards Hao Ming.

Haoming, in fear, could not believe his eyes. He had just been promoted to a powerful Martial Saint. He was different from others. In the moment Mo Ran avoided before, he naturally saw the former figure who turned from reality to reality and then from reality to reality. It was no longer the illusion caused by excessive effort, but it was clearly the phantom generated by Mo Ran's speed at a very fast speed.

Hao Ming asked himself that even he could not do such a strange speed. How much powerful internal energy support is needed to be used. Such speed is extremely easy to grasp the blade. Under the consumption of huge internal energy, Mo Ran was not out of breath the next moment. How could he still hold the Canglong Sword like no one is fine?

Unwilling to admit defeat, Hao Ming shook his shoulders, and the fierce thunder attribute internal energy suddenly poured into his arms. He immediately pulled with all his strength, trying to retake the Canglong Sword from Mo Ran's hand.

"call out"

This was beyond Hao Ming's expectation. It was not as difficult as he imagined to regain the Canglong Sword. It seemed that Mo Ran didn't want him to lose this martial arts weapon at all. Just as he exerted force, the Canglong Sword's blade had already escaped from Mo Ran's control and returned to Hao Ming's hand.

In surprise, Haoming stomped his feet violently, and a roar of muffled thunder sounded, and the man shot backwards as if he was hit hard by Mo Ran.

Back in front of the scholar, Haoming looked at Mo Ran in horror, who was still with a blood-devouring smile, and then he realized that his hands had trembled slightly at some point. This time, Haoming felt deeply shocked.

Hao Ming knew that it was not because Mo Ran used some powerful martial arts, and the tremor from the soul was transmitted from the Canglong Sword. It should be noted that the earthly martial arts weapon is different from that ordinary weapon. No matter how good the quality of the weapons on the mainland is, it cannot be compared with this earthly martial arts weapon with a spirit.

Since obtaining the Earth Martial Saint weapon, Haoming has never tasted the taste of failure after setting up a soul contract with the Canglong Sword. The souls and souls are connected between human swords. In Haoming's hands, the Canglong Sword has no distinction between you and me. He has never felt that the Canglong Sword would be afraid of anything.

However, today, Mo Ran shocked him so much. The slight tremor was clearly the sign of fear of the former by the Canglong Sword's sword soul, which made Hao Ming himself feel the throbbing of his soul.

Of course, Haoming, who had just been promoted to Martial Saint, didn't know why it turned out like this, but there was someone in the field who could not understand this situation very well.

"Real soul power?"

In the deadly quiet desert, a faint exclaim suddenly came from besides the constant wailing wind.

Haoming turned his head in surprise, looked at the scholar not far from him behind him, and suddenly found a pair of eyes with an incredible look.

The low scream came from the scholar's mouth. At this moment, the shock in the scholar's heart was even more than everyone else. He was too familiar with this wonderful feeling. A year ago, it was precisely because of the guidance of his master Qiu Luohen that the scholar realized the ultimate martial arts: the powerful power of true soul power in advance. It was also from that time that he was not afraid of any martial saint who was much stronger than him, and truly became the most powerful existence among the four envoys of the Heaven and Earth Alliance.

What he couldn't believe today was that the young man in his early twenties was using the same attack method as himself. The slightly trembling Canglong sword body was enough to show that Mo Ran had already comprehended the true soul power and opened the heavenly road to the peak of martial arts.

His fists were slightly tightened, and the scholar stared at Mo Ran who was smiling in a faint smile on the opposite side. His handsome face was full of murderous intent. At this time, Mo Ran could no longer let him hold on. Such amazing talent was enough to threaten him.

Killing is a must-do.

The situation was so serious that it could not be negotiated. The scholar tightened his eyebrows, and the remaining internal energy swelled up and said to Haoming: "You must not keep this son, just kill him with me."

Hao Ming was happy when he heard this. He had long felt Mo Ran's terribleness. Although the other party had not yet been promoted to the same level as him, the terrifying aura spread all over his body had already made him feel overwhelmed, especially the purple inner energy that was pressing his tightly, which made him feel discouraged. Now, when he heard that the scholar was going to take action, he was exactly what Hao Ming wanted to do.

"Okay." He nodded heavily, Hao Ming was very proud. He believed that with the help of the scholar, Mo Ran would definitely not be able to leave here alive today.

Su Mei and others behind Mo Ran also heard this from the scholar, and were shocked at the moment. They didn't know why the scholar would take action against Hao Ming regardless of their identity. Perhaps all this was related to the so-called true soul power in the scholar's mouth, but all this was not important. What was important was that if the scholar and Hao Ming succeeded, they would be killed by the other party with Mo Ran.

Now, Su Mei and others are closely tied with Mo Ran, and they can be said to be prosperous and both prospered. Therefore, even though their strength is seriously injured to less than one-tenth of their peak state, they still stood behind Mo Ran without hesitation.

As several internal energy surged out one after another, several rays of light soared into the sky followed, and colorful internal forces intertwined each other, illuminating the dark sky as bright as daylight.

If Su Mei and others were putting this action before Mo Ran refined the Nine Nether Divine Fire, the latter would definitely be very grateful, but at this moment, Mo Ran did not show any gratitude.

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Mo Ran said lightly: "Lord Su, you can adjust your breathing well. I can do it here alone."

Such arrogant words came out of Mo Ran, which made everyone stunned. Even the scholar did not expect Mo Ran to be so arrogant. He knew that even if Mo Ran had comprehended the true soul power, he was still the boy who had just entered the realm of Martial Crazy. No matter how high his talent and lack of strength, it would be in vain.

Now seeing that Mo Ran was so arrogant and was so arrogant that he could not help him, the scholar couldn't help but smile: "Boy, after understanding the true soul power, he became so arrogant. It seems that even if you don't die today, you will never achieve success in the future."

"Swish~"

Mo Ran sneered when he heard this, his eyes filled with extreme disdain, and said coldly: "If you are arrogant, you can tell if you do it."

"Haha~" The scholar laughed wildly when he heard this. This was exactly the effect he wanted. Seeing that Mo Ran was so proud, the scholar was just asking for it. Others might not know it, but he understood the terribleness of the true soul power. Now he saw that Mo Ran didn't need other people's help, and he was exactly what he wanted.

The winning rate of his heart was a little more. The scholar was so happy, but he didn't say it out loud. With the murderous intent in his eyes, the energy in his body was released without reservation. At that time, a strong whirlwind rose from his body, tightly wrapped around the scholar's blood-stained figure. At the same time, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth also surged up, engaging the remaining warmth of the war that had just fallen on the entire desert battlefield again.

The third-level martial saint, with the blessing of the true soul power, is unspeakable. In the eyes of everyone, the strength that drives the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is enough to be called a powerful man. Such powerful power made Su Mei and others look at him and deeply worried for Mo Ran.

The strong wind swept through and the yellow sand flew away. The hundreds of thousands of residents of the Fire City not far away also felt the strange phenomena of heaven and earth, and involuntarily exclaimed. Immediately, these people who had been witnessing the most powerful battle were frightened, and at the same time, they turned into birds and beasts and ran towards the distance.

Looking at the scholar who was constantly urging his internal energy coldly, Mo Ran's mind just tightened a little, and he didn't feel much afraid. It seemed that because of the other party's powerful internal energy, Mo Ran mobilized his internal energy at the same time.

The hands behind him slowly took them out, and raised them slightly beside him. Mo Ran's head was full of purple windlessness and automatically. As the wind flew, thunderstorms were storming out, and waves of destructive aura spread out. While the purple electric marks at the center of his eyebrows flashed, purple aura emerged in the palm of his hand, lingering around his arms, and crackled.

Purple Thunder Wood Art: Cang Devouring Domineering Power.

The powerful Purple Thunder Wood Art: Cang Shiba Power was used, and the battle situation was immediately increased to the extreme. The original wood spirit in the Purple Palace seemed to be very excited and became active like excitement.

As the purple lightning stretched out, almost everyone felt a forcing momentum emerge from Mo Ran's body. At this time, the scholar suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Mo Ran incredibly and exclaimed in surprise.

"impossible."

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