Cold.

While Mo Ran really raised his head, everyone finally found the best word to describe Mo Ran's expression at this moment. Yes, it was coldness.

This coldness did not have any anger, blood-sucking smell, or any emotion. Even a small anger did not appear. He was like a bystander, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with him.

However, just when everyone thought Mo Ran had suffered such a major blow and became stupid, Mo Ran finally spoke.

"Haoming?"

Seeing Mo Ran speak, Hao Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief. For him, Mo Ran now has much less pressure than he just now. At least when he opens his mouth, he can still feel that the other party is a human being, unlike just now.

With much less pressure, Haoming also walked out of the shadow of fear. As the Canglong Sword was tightly clenched, Haoming's self-confidence returned to himself.

After looking at Mo Ran up and down, Haoming did not feel any fluctuations in the internal energy. Therefore, the former couldn't help but smile: "You pretended to be very similar. I almost scared you."

"What? I plan to avenge your friends?" He looked at Mo Ran disdainfully. Haoming shook his head with the Canglong Sword, as if pointing to the Wang Cheng dissipated in the air. The proud look in his eyes was revealed without any concealment.

He turned his head indifferently. Mo Ran saw Qin Yao, who was lying on the ground without any slight fluctuations, looked at the vicious sunshine in the sky, felt the soul energy of the king formation that had not yet dissipated around him. Suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes and said, "The hatred of killing the master, the sword of killing the father, and the hatred of killing friends. What are you going to pay for it?"

"Also? Haha~" As if hearing the funny thing in the world, Hao Ming laughed at the sky and said, "Diet to the point of death, he is still stubborn here."

His eyes slightly turned, Haoming saw Qin Yao, who had no breath, pointed at him from a distance, and asked, "The Moon Eunuch is your lover, tsk, I really didn't expect that you were so romantic at a young age. In this regard, you have the true nature of your father, haha~, your mother fell in love with your father at the first sight, not bad, with a son like you, your son should be in peace."

Haoming's intention was very obvious. Mo Ran was so calm and calm, with ruthless and desireless eyes, which made the former extremely puzzled. For Haoming, Mo Ran now was like an unknown creature, breaking away from Haoming's understanding. Haoming never fought a battle without confidence. Even if he was a person much weaker than him, he would not be careless. Therefore, with the idea of ​​exploring the truth, Haoming did not take the lead. He was so sharply angry that Mo Ran was completely trying to make the other party lose his mind so that he could deal with it himself.

I have to say that as a strong martial saint, Haoming is also embarrassing enough to be frightened by Mo Ran.

However, just as Hao Ming's sharp words provoked, Mo Ran not only did not become angry as he expected, but became even colder.

A chilled gaze swept Haoming's face, and Mo Ran said, "I'll ask you, what are you going to pay for these three blood feuds?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hao Ming felt a powerful pressure spread out from Mo Ran's body. Although the invisible pressure was little by little on him, the slow situation did not affect the power of this pressure at all.

The same question was still the second time I said it from Mo Ran, but it was very different from the first time. And this time, not only Hao Ming was shocked, but even the scholars behind him, Su Mei and others were deeply terrified.

"Who is so cold to speak?" Everyone thought that with Mo Ran's tone now, he did not seem to be about to be his father, his teacher and Qin Yao, who was called lover by Haoming, had a revenge mentality.

Affected by the cold question, Haoming's confident mentality was shaken immediately, and a feeling of disgust spread in his heart, and within a moment it filled Haoming's heart.

"Boy, I'll make you stubborn."

Hao Ming, who wanted to humiliate the latter again, seemed to be unable to stand Mo Ran's tone of speaking. These few short words had already lost his fighting spirit. If Mo Ran was allowed to continue like this, he would probably be shrouded in Mo Ran's terrifying shadow in a short while.

Thinking of this, Mo Ran could no longer hold it back. After a while, the Canglong Sword in his hand suddenly raised the shadow of the sword in the sky. As the internal energy surged, the Nine Changes Heavenly Sword appeared and used it. This time, the sword force was not only caused by the flash of lightning, but also the roar.

As the Earth Martial Saint Canglong Sword swept out, the sword shadows of the sky swept out. Under the cover of the sword shadow, there was a most sharp sword energy in the middle that was faintly condensed and formed. Obviously, the sword shadows of the sky were just a virtual move of the Nine Changes of the Sky Sword, and the faintly formed sword shadows were the biggest killer move in this sword technique.

The scholar stood not far behind Hao Ming. When he saw Hao Ming finally taking action, he saw the killing move hidden in his sword shadow again, and he couldn't help but nod. He knew that this sword technique had entered the gate of the powerful Martial Saint. Although such a sword would not collapse and the earth would fall backwards, it was not impossible to have a sword to be beautiful. No wonder the organization value Hao Ming so much. If he was allowed to develop in this way, he would one day reach the realm of the martial god who moved mountains and filled the sea.

As a result, the scholar's hanging heart was placed in his stomach with ease. He understood that the key points of the sword, besides him, were the moon envoys and the king formations present. However, both of them were dead in their own hands, and the "weakers" who had not seen the stern of the Martial Saint Gate could not see the power of the sword clearly.

As for Mo Ran, the scholar could conclude that once this knife was released, Mo Ran would undoubtedly die.

Although the scholar wanted to bring Mo Ran back to the organization, since Mo Ran appeared again, the former also gave up this dangerous idea. Looking at Mo Ran's momentum, although there was no flow of internal energy, the beast-like murderous intent made him feel deeply taboo.

"Let him die." The scholar sighed.

Everything happened like lightning. Just as the scholar thought, Su Mei and others did not see the power of Haoming's sword. When they really saw the huge sword light hidden in the shadow of the sword in the sky, the sword light had reached Mo Ran's head, but was less than half an inch away.

As a result, everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"Moran."

"careful."

The eager words were given, but the sword light was not as fast as the sword light. When their cry had just been heard by others, the sword light had already slashed through Mo Ran's body accurately.

In the midst of grief, everyone could not bear to see the bloody scene and closed their eyes one after another.

Time seemed to have stopped. As if after a long time, everyone could not hear the muffled sound of the blade breaking the body and the "puff" sound of blood spraying. I don't know how long it took, but an incredible low cry came from the opposite side.

"impossible."

Hearing the sound, everyone hurriedly opened their eyes and looked into the field. They saw that the scholar opened his eyes wide in disbelief and stared at the two figures in the field.

Haoming held the hilt with both hands, and maintained a slashing momentum, but Mo Ran stood tall on the right side of the blade, with one left hand pinching the Canglong Sword's blade with an extremely lightweight hand.

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