Chapter 4811: Feng Wujie, the Holy Son of the Feng Clan!
Mo Ye looked at Nie Tian with a smug look on his face.
He enjoyed Nie Tian's surprised expression.
"Hehe."
Nie Tian looked at Mo Ye, smiled faintly, and said: "Mo Ye, let's join forces to defend this place. Let the people of the Leiyun and Leiyun tribes enter the Leiyun Mountains safely."
Originally, he had made a very high estimate of Mo Ye's strength.
But at this moment, he had to admit that Mo Ye's strength was even more terrifying than he expected.
Ask yourself.
If he and Mo Ye were to fight a life-and-death duel at this time, I'm afraid his chance of winning would be less than 50%!
However, at least now, Mo Ye did not mean to cause trouble, and even kept helping.
Did this guy go through something and change his nature?
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Mo Ye looked at Nie Tian, smiled faintly, and responded happily.
Nie Tian frowned, with a look of surprise on his face.
Mo Ye's reaction made him very uncomfortable.
And at this time
The people of the Leiyun and Leiyun tribes ran madly towards the Leiyun Mountains.
"Damn it! You bunch of ants, do you want to rebel?"
A Feng tribe warrior shouted wildly, and his figure moved instantly, and he slashed at the crowd below with a knife.
"Boom!"
The moment the knife shadow broke through the air, the void suddenly sank, and the knife force surged, as if the sky and the earth were about to be torn apart.
Once this knife fell, I don't know how many people from the Leiyun and Leiyun tribes below would be killed or injured.
"Stop him!"
Nie Tian's eyes trembled suddenly, and he roared in a low voice.
"Okay!"
Mo Ye smiled and swept out with a sword. The power of the anti-star rolled and whistled, like the falling of the dark night galaxy, covering the past.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the sword shadow swept everything.
The Feng tribe warrior had no time to react, and was killed by Mo Ye's sword.
No bones left!
"This guy is so strong!"
Nie Tian's eyes trembled when he saw this scene, and his heart was shocked.
The cultivation of the Feng clan warrior was not weak, reaching the sixth level of Tianwu.
But under Mo Ye's sword, he was like a chicken and a dog, completely vulnerable.
On the other side.
"Kill these slaves!"
Several Feng clan warriors shouted frantically and rushed towards the crowd below.
But the next moment.
"Buzz!"
A low sword chant suddenly rang out, and the dark sword shadow swept through the air, crushing everything like a dead tree and rotten wood.
The air was bloody, and the Feng clan warriors exploded and died directly.
"The people of the Feng clan are nothing but that!"
Mo Ye's figure fell, sneered, and his eyes were full of contempt.
But the next moment.
"Really?"
A cold voice suddenly sounded, and the cold breath spread, and the surrounding void was filled with terrible killing air.
"Hmm?"
Mo Ye frowned and his face changed.
He looked up and saw a black figure standing coldly in the air.
This was a tall, heroic young man with a cold and handsome face, as if he had been cut by a knife. Outside his body, there was a terrible ghostly aura surging. Standing there, he was like a killing god!
At this moment, his eyes were cold and murderous, staring at Mo Ye.
"Oh?"
Mo Ye smiled when he saw the cold man, and said lightly: "Finally, someone decent has come."
"I am the son of the Feng clan, Feng Wujie! Who are you? Why do you want to go against my Feng clan?"
Feng Wujie spoke in a low voice, announcing his identity, and his cold voice revealed a murderous intent.
"My name is Mo Ye, and his name is Nie Tian. We are here to participate in the Ten Thousand Worlds Contest. As for what is happening right now, it's just helping someone who is seeing injustice."
Mo Ye raised his lips slightly, stared at Feng Wujie with burning eyes, smiled playfully, and said.
It turned out that the other party was the son of the Feng clan, no wonder he was so talented.
With just one glance, Mo Ye saw that Feng Wujie's cultivation had reached the fifth level of Tianwu.
At his age, he could be called a top demon!
"What a man who sees injustice!"
Feng Wujie's pupils shrank suddenly, and he roared in a low voice, his voice was extremely cold, and said: "If you dare to meddle in the affairs of my Feng clan, you must be prepared to die!"
The voice fell.
He took a step forward.
"Boom!"
A powerful and mighty sword intent surged out from Feng Wujie's body, impacting the surrounding void and shaking it continuously, almost collapsing.
Outside his body, a terrifying sword shadow was floating faintly.
The momentum shook the sky!
"Death awareness?"
When Mo Ye heard these four words, he couldn't help but smile and said lightly: "Feng clan boy, the last person who wanted to kill me had grass two meters high on his grave. I advise you to be careful when you speak."
"Arrogant!"
Feng Wujie's eyes condensed coldly, and he roared wildly. His palm sank, and a ghost-headed sword was unsheathed.
In the Jiuyuan Holy Realm, in the Southern Region, no one has ever dared to be so arrogant in front of him, Feng Wujie.
If he can't kill Mo Ye today, he won't be called Feng Wujie!
"Ghost Kill, Slash the Sky!"
Feng Wujie's eyes were bloodshot, extremely cold, and he roared wildly, and slashed directly with a knife, and the void suddenly sank.
Suddenly.
"Boom!"
A huge sword aura of thousands of meters, blooming with a dark blood-colored brilliance, carrying the power of destroying the world, rushed towards Mo Ye.
"This guy's strength is very strong!"
Nie Tian felt the fluctuation of the sword's intention, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was secretly surprised.
Feng Wujie is worthy of being the Saint Son of the Feng Clan. Although his cultivation is only at the fifth level of Tianwu, his combat power is even more terrifying than that of the Saint Ancestor at the seventh level of Tianwu!
If Mo Ye is careless, he may suffer a loss.
"This sword is very strong, but it's a pity that it's not even close to killing me."
When Mo Ye faced the killing knife, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly, with a look of joking and amusement on his face.
The next moment.
"boom!"
Mo Ye slashed out with his sword, and the power of the Three Souls Xuanxin exploded again.
Where the sword edge fell, a sword shadow as dark as night flew out of the air, its sharp aura tearing everything apart.
"Bang!"
In an instant, the swords collided, and the void shook violently, as if thousands of thunders shook together.
Swords and swords burst out, and endless wild waves raged across the sky, rolling and spreading in all directions.
And just then.
"What?"
Feng Wujie suddenly felt a terrifying aura blowing against his face, which made him scream strangely. Then his soul was shaken and he was temporarily absent-minded.
A moment of opportunity!
Mo Ye's figure arrived in an instant like a stream of light.
"Uh-huh!"
The cold and sharp sword struck through the air, aiming directly at Feng Wujie's throat.
There is no doubt about it.
Once this sword falls, Feng Wujie will definitely die!
But the next moment.
"Wow!"
Feng Wujie's body suddenly released a strange force, forming a restrictive barrier around his body.
"laugh!"
The sword blade fell, but was blocked by the forbidden barrier, causing dazzling sparks.
"Blood barrier!"
Mo Ye frowned and couldn't help but be surprised.
He sensed a powerful bloodline aura on the forbidden barrier outside Feng Wujie's body.
This turned out to be an extremely powerful bloodline barrier!
And he protected Feng Wujie without even realizing it!
And in the next moment.
"You brat, you're looking for death!"
Feng Wujie's pupils shrank, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he woke up instantly. His eyes were like bloodthirsty blades, staring at Mo Ye, and roared ferociously.
