Noticing Bai Zhiyuan's confused appearance, Mo yunjue realized that he didn't know. He immediately said: "Lord Baicheng, don't worry. When I control them, you can ask the result."

"Thank you very much, Mr. mo." Bai Zhiyuan thanks, and the attack becomes more fierce.

If the opponent of Xianyu doesn't know who he is, he's afraid that he'll have trouble sleeping and eating!

Bai Qingli's eyes are full of cold color. He is not the opponent of the first fairyland, but other people are not his opponent.

This time, Mo yunjue helped. As for others, he would not let one go!

Bang bang bang!

I saw the sword in Bai Qingli's hand flickering, and all the figures fell to the ground, as if there was no sound.

Zhong Limu noticed Bai Qingli's crisp appearance, and a glimmer of interest appeared at the bottom of his eyes. "Brother Mo, we are faster than each other. How about who is faster?"

"Why not?" Mo yunjue said.

Yexun chuckled, "these three guys have been holding on for a long time. I don't think the cultivators in Xianyu are strong enough, so don't delay the time."

"You want to die!"

Listen to the sense of humiliation among the three people's words, the three men can't help it, and the battle effectiveness is higher!

However, the attack of Mo yunjue's three men has changed. Without fancy martial arts, they are all close to each other!

As the young master of skykilling tower, Mo yunjue is always good at taking people's lives in the simplest way.

His moves are never fancy, but they are frighteningly simple.

Duel is never suitable for him, because he will kill when he moves!

"Shua!"

The sharp sword flies by and takes up a blood column. Mo yunjue backs to the man and calmly takes back the sword.

"Bang!"

The man fell to the ground, cutting his throat with a sword, without a sound.

"You are the fastest!" Zhong Limu has no choice but to compete with Mo yunjue almost every time. He has never won!

Mo yunjue looked at Zhong Limu with a gloomy face, but said: "remember to leave a living mouth, don't die all of them."

"This kind of thing doesn't suit me." Zhong Limu pulls out the sword from the key point of the other side and looks at the night circle on one side. "Night circle, remember to leave a living mouth!"

Night followed helplessly looked at two people one eye, "isn't it? Is it my last? "

"Who else can you be?" Zhong Limu chuckled, "don't forget the old rules."

"I see!"

Bai Zhiyuan looks at Mo yunjue's three people and almost playfully solves his opponent. He cannot help but marvel.

Strength is the foundation of cultivators

Night follows quickly to catch one of them, threw in front of Bai Zhiyuan, this ability way: "now, you can honestly explain."

"Who sent you?" Asked Bai Zhiyuan.

The man looked at the fallen people, and looked at the people who questioned him. His face became very ugly. "Don't ask me anything, I won't say anything!"

"You're so arrogant. Do you think we can't cure you?"

Zhong Limu took out the dagger and stabbed it directly on the man. "If you don't say it, I will stab it with one knife. Don't worry, I promise I won't take your life easily. I have practiced this move for a long time. I don't have any chance in normal times. It's rare to use it today."