God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

"hateful!"

"Go!"

"Kill the thief!"

In an instant, ten immortals surrounded Mo Yi.

"Mo Yi, you have violated my Shaolin repeatedly, burned my scriptures and destroyed my Hall of Merit. Today, we will end your life!"

"There's a lot of nonsense." Mo Yi couldn't help shaking his head, the Xuanyuan Sword was in his hand, and the whole person was like a sword drawn out of its sheath, pointing straight at the sky!

"Great sad hand!"

"Veduo Palm!"

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

"Vajra Fingers!"

"The magic wand method!"

……

In an instant, the ten immortals all used their unique moves and slammed towards Mo Yi in the middle.

Mo Yi smiled coldly, and the three thousand thunderbolts were instantly activated, and a thunderbolt disappeared in place, making all the attacks of the ten old immortals fail.

On the other hand, Mo Yiren was already in the sky, pointing his long sword diagonally.

"Heaven-outside-fly-immortal!"

In an instant, the person and the sword were instantly unified, and it was unclear whether it was a person 0.6 or a sword.

I saw a sword light flying diagonally, like a shocking light, like a long rainbow passing through the sky, killing the ten immortals below.

The momentum of a sword strike is brilliant and fast, and it has a sword energy that even the bone marrow is cold, and the edge of the sword is terrible and irresistible!

This made the ten old immortals feel terrified, and everyone felt that Mo Yi's sword was aimed at him.

There is no escape, there is no escape.

I can only bite the bullet and strike with all my strength, and I regret Mo Yi's sword!

With a sword coming from the west, immortals fly from the sky.

In just a moment, the dust settled.

Mo Yi still stood there, pointing his long sword diagonally, but there was blood on the tip of the sword.

On the other hand, there were ten Shaolin elders who were immortal, but there were five of them. They fell down instantly and died completely, all of them were blocked by a sword! .

The 4th chapter of the main text kills again and again, Shaolin's mourning (5/[-])

In an instant, the whole scene was extremely quiet, and no one could have imagined such a result.

It is even more unexpected that such a terrifying sword would kill five immortals in one second!

With a sword coming from the west, immortals fly from the sky.

Such a terrifying sword is destined to be a dream that everyone can never forget for a lifetime.

The remaining five Shaolin elders were immortal, and they were even more frightened.

That sword was really terrifying.

There is no hiding, there is no avoiding, there is no stopping!

It seems that there is only one death!

Mo Yi was still standing in front, leaning on his sword, the clouds were light and the wind was light, it seemed that he just killed a few small characters.

On the opposite side, the remaining five Shaolin Elder Immortals were frightened and afraid to go forward again.

Mo Yineng can kill five of their brothers with one sword, and naturally he can kill five of them with one sword!

The surroundings were even more silent, and even Dongfang Bai and Ren Woxing had nothing to say.

After a long time, Feng Qingyang sighed: "I think I, Feng Qingyang, claim to be the first sword in the world, but I can't take that sword at all. Haha, it really is the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves!"

Ren Woxing shook his head: "Old Feng, it's nothing, under that sword, my Ren Woxing will only be beaten! Haha, we will do it later, we will compete without Mo Yi, he is too evil!"

"OK!"

Feng Qingyang nodded and reluctantly drew Mo Yi out, it was not a series at all.

On the other hand, Dongfang Bai still looked at Mo Yi quietly, heaving a sigh of relief, his beautiful eyes flowing, full of tenderness.

"Humph! Such a killer move must consume a lot of internal energy. Even Mo Yi can't use it multiple times. Let's go together!"

An old monk resolutely opened his mouth.

The other four nodded. In this situation, the only way to meet the brave is to win, otherwise there is no doubt that they will die!

In an instant, all five rushed up.

Mo Yi smiled faintly, turned his right hand, and the Xuanyuan sword in his hand shot out, it was the hundred-step flying sword, and went straight to the old monk who was at the forefront.

The old monk broke out in cold sweat, and quickly stopped his figure, but he couldn't avoid it. He could only shoot several palms in a row, and slammed it towards Xuanyuan Sword.