Thunderbolt of the End of the World

"But, I won't let you have any chance." Mo Dao Juechen said coldly and arrogantly.

"Hahaha, before the God of Death, no one can be an exception!" The Master Taixue smiled arrogantly, Mo Dao Juechen's strength was not enough to move him.

Mo Dao Juechen didn't say much. He held the "Desert God Sword" with his backhand, and a cold wind of the sword roared past.

"Hey~"

Wei Ran did not move, and he didn't even use the defensive air mask. The knife wind left a bloodstain on his face, but he recovered in a blink of an eye. The coldest knife?"

Mo Dao Juechen said coldly: "This question is meaningless."

"Before the god of death, it was rare for someone to be so arrogant!" The Master of the Imperial Academy was displeased, obviously dissatisfied with Mo Dao Juechen's attitude.

Mo Dao Juechen also didn't have a favorable impression of the master of the imperial school. He immediately took out the unsealed "Desert God Sword" from behind, and Heng Dao looked at him coldly: "Have you finished talking nonsense?"

The two stood opposite each other, pointing their swords horizontally, facing each other with cold eyes, and then swung their swords out at the same time.

"Clang!"

"There are swordsmen in the world who can compete with me, and you are not bad." The swords staggered and clashed violently.

"Are you finished?"

"Humph!"

The Master Taixue snorted coldly, "Myth of Doomsday" pierced the earth with a blood-colored blade, and Mo Dao Juechen was not to be outdone, but "Desert God Sword" defiantly responded.

"Boom~"

The two knives collided, and the scattered knives destroyed all the surrounding buildings, and the entire sea of ​​learning was instantly turned into ruins.

Mo Dao Juechen said coldly and arrogantly: "One more knife, the god of death will die. Drink!"

With a heavy shout, Mo Dao Juechen waved the "Desert God Saber" in his hand, instantly shattering the seal on the blade, revealing a purple awn blade, the blade pointed towards the sky, and the sky actually flashed black clouds and thunder, this is the symbol of death killing !

"This is the power of the god of death, hahaha..." The Master Taixue laughed wildly and waved his sword, and also used the power of the god of death.

"Clang!"

There was a sound of gold and iron, and the thunder and fire burned the wild, destroying the earth. The Taixue master used the power of death again, and the surrounding space changed instantly, like a dark world. The two swords confronted each other. The Master of Taixue said: "Your strength is not bad, but within my space, you must be defeated."

"Humph!"

Mo Dao Juechen snorted coldly, the sword light flashed, and a bright light cut through the darkness, instantly breaking the death space.

The Grand Master praised: "Good sword, the three moves have passed, you have no chance!"

"Kill you, one move is enough!" Mo Dao Juechen fought, but he did not reveal the depth of the master of the Taixue, but his tone was still full of confidence.

The Master Taixue didn't care, calculated in his heart, and then said: "Your ultimate move is temporarily left, and the decisive battle between the two of us will be postponed. As long as you can obtain one thing for me, I will give you the relief you want."

Regarding the Sword Emperor, Mo Dao Juechen did not make another move and asked, "What?"

"The twin scythes of the gods of death can be found in Qianzhuwu five hundred miles to the southwest." There was an interesting smile on the corner of the Taixuezhu's mouth.

　Mo Dao Juechen said in a cold voice: "Your life has been sent in time!"

"Aren't you afraid that I will fool you?" Tai Xuezhu asked with interest.

Mo Dao Juechen seemed very confident and said coldly: "You can't escape, I will kill you eventually."

After he finished speaking, he put the "Desert Sword" on his back and turned to leave. It really came and went in a hurry!

For the words of Mo Dao Juechen, the master of the school did not care. Although Mo Dao Juechen's swordsmanship is very good, in terms of foundation, it is only the peak of the innate, not even the top innate. It's just playing with Mo Dao Juechen!

Looking at the back of Mo Dao Juechen leaving, the master of the school smiled and said: "Mo Dao Juechen, Lin Feng, I hope you don't let me down in this game, hahaha..."

"Master, what makes you so happy, say it to make your disciples happy for you!" Yan Wangsuo appeared out of thin air, and said to the master of the school with a low eyebrow.

The Master Taixue had realized it long ago, and looked at Yan Wangsuo with indifference: "My good disciple, the 'Tianjian Controversy' failed and returned, can't you do a successful thing?"

"This……"

Under the indifferent gaze of the Taixuezhu, Yan Wangsuo felt that the Yali Mountain was huge, and the cold sweat broke out on his head, and he scolded in his heart: "You shanzhai, if you didn't inherit the power of the god of death, then you will be here to point your fingers, sooner or later. you do it..."

Although he scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the Taixue master, he complained in his mouth: "Master, it is really amazing to cross the boat without a boat, and the disciple is not an opponent at all, please forgive me! "

"Ok!"

The Master Taixue also played against Quezhou Yifan, and he naturally knew the gap between the two. He did not expect Yan Wangsuo to win the Heavenly Sword, and immediately said: "Since this is the case, I will forgive you for the teacher. , now I'll give you another task for the teacher."

"Master, please tell me, the disciple must do it beautifully for Master." The King of Hell looked like a dog's leg, and he almost didn't kneel and lick!

The Master Taixue said with a half-smile, "I want you to go and bring back Lin Feng's head."

"This..." The corners of Yan Wangsuo's mouth twitched a little. Last time, he was almost killed by Lin Feng, and now he still feels a little cold in his neck. He asked him to deal with Lin Feng. Isn't that looking for abuse?

The Taixuezhu's eyes turned cold: ".〃What, is there a problem?"

"No... No, my disciple will do it now." Yan Wangsuo cried and grimaced. Although Lin Feng's strength was also very strong, after several contacts, Yan Wangsuo felt that the other party didn't seem to want to kill him. If he disobeyed Taixue now Lord, I'm afraid the end will be even worse. After thinking about it, Yan Wangsuo can only take over this task.

The Master Taixue looked in the direction of Tianjianya, his eyes flickering uncertainly, and he didn't know what plans he was making!

……

The first round of the second round of the Battle of the Heavenly Sword.

Above Tianjian Cliff, the name of Yan Wangsuo disappeared, two doors of Tianjian rose from the ground, Quzhou Yifandu and Yan Wangsuo walked out of the door.