"Three things?" When Ying Changfeng heard Mo Yunfan's words, his eyes trembled slightly as if he had suddenly found a life-saving straw in despair.
The current situation was already a life-and-death situation for him.
Mo Yunfan wanted to kill him and the people of the Qiankun Sect no longer trusted him as the Sect Leader of the Qiankun Sect. In addition, he had framed Mo Yunfan and wanted to kill the Lord of the Sky. He had committed all kinds of evil deeds and could not be punished.
Mo Yunfan had asked for three things. Sparing him from death was already a great favor.
It should be known that with Mo Yunfan's strength, it would be a piece of cake for him to kill the severely injured Ying Changfeng.
Perhaps Mo Yunfan still cared about their relationship as fellow disciples.
After all, the two of them grew up together and cultivated together. Although they were not related by blood, they were brothers.
Ying Changfeng knew Mo Yunfan's character very well. The latter valued friendship and righteousness and was a man of his word.
It was precisely because of this that Mo Yunfan was so easily tricked by him back then.
At this moment, Mo Yunfan was soft-hearted and Ying Changfeng couldn't help but feel that the latter cared about their old friendship.
"Senior Brother, please go ahead." Ying Changfeng's eyes trembled and there was a hint of passion in them. He even changed the way he addressed Mo Yunfan.
Mo Yunfan smirked and said Coldly, "The first thing is to cripple your own Sword Dao and step down as the Sect Leader of the Qiankun Sect!"
"Cripple my own Sword Dao?" Ying Changfeng's pupils constricted when he heard those words. His expression changed and he exclaimed.
He was a swordsman and had the cultivation of the Ninth Heaven of the Heavenly Tribulation of Swords. It was the most glorious thing in his life that he had achieved after hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation.
However, Mo Yunfan actually asked him to cripple his own Sword Dao, which was simply more painful than killing him directly!
He could disregard the identity of the Qiankun Sect Leader. However, to cripple his own sword dao was simply too cruel to him.
"Senior Brother, I can let you be the Sect Master of the Qiankun Sect, but can you …" Ying Changfeng suddenly looked up at Mo Yunfan and said in a deep voice with a yearning look in his eyes.
"Ying Chang Feng!" However, before Ying Changfeng could finish speaking, Mo Yunfan roared in a low voice, and shouted out Ying Changfeng's name word by word. His voice was as vigorous as thunder, and as cold as ice, as he said, "Do you think that with my current strength and identity, I would still care about the position of Qiankun Sect Leader?"
"This …" Ying Changfeng's expression changed. He was stunned and speechless.
Mo Yunfan was already a Sword Awareness Rebel God Swordsman and had joined Sword Soul Sky, so he wouldn't care about the position of Heaven and Earth Sect Leader.
"Ying Changfeng, if you want to live, cripple your own sword dao now." Mo Yunfan stared at Ying Changfeng with a murderous look in his eyes and said, "I want you to experience the pain of having your sword dao taken away from you!"
"I …" Ying Changfeng's pupils constricted and he exclaimed in horror. The fear in his heart was written all over his face.
Back then, he had devoured Mo Yunfan's sword essence in the name of the Qiankun Duel.
Now, Mo Yunfan was going to get it back!
Moreover, he was going to do it openly in front of all the disciples of the Qiankun Sect!
"Live or die, it's your choice," Mo Yunfan said coldly, "I want to hear your answer when I count to three."
"This …" Ying Changfeng looked horrified. Beads of sweat the size of beans oozed out of his forehead like rain.
"One!"
"Two!"
At this moment, Mo Yunfan's voice sounded again and again like thunder and sharp blades that bombarded Ying Changfeng's ears and pierced his heart.
"Three!" Mo Yunfan shouted for the third time and then took a step forward. The sword aura around his body burst out like raging waves and the surrounding void trembled as if it was about to collapse.
"I want to live!" Almost at the same time, Ying Changfeng roared, obviously in a panic.
"Very good." Mo Yunfan twitched the corners of his mouth and said with an extremely strange smile, "My good junior brother, you really didn't disappoint me."
Ying Changfeng's eyes trembled slightly and he was horrified.
He suddenly had a feeling that he had fallen into Mo Yunfan's scheme.
If he crippled his own sword dao, he would be no different from an ordinary Tianyi Saint Lord.
However, he still had strength, so he chose to continue living.
Just like Mo Yunfan back then, there was only hope if he lived.
Perhaps he could cultivate his sword dao again like Mo Yunfan and return to the Qiankun Sect.
"Let's do it," Mo Yunfan said coldly with a sinister smile.
Ying Changfeng's eyes trembled and his face became very sullen. He stood there in a daze for a long time.
"Do it!" Mo Yunfan roared. His voice was like thunder from the Ninth Heaven.
Ying Changfeng felt as if he had just woken up from a dream.
There was a trace of despair in his eyes.
He glanced at Mo Yunfan and saw that the latter had an indifferent look on his face.
"Okay!" In the next moment, Ying Changfeng let out a low roar and made up his mind. The sword intent in his body surged, and his entire body trembled. The sword intent in his body was filled with a bloody aura that was dripping and horrifying.
The crowd's eyes trembled and their faces changed.
In the blink of an eye, the sword essence in Ying Changfeng's body completely dissipated and his hundreds of thousands of years of sword dao cultivation was directly crippled!
Mo Yunfan narrowed his eyes and a cold smile appeared on his face.
"The second thing," Ying Changfeng, who had calmed down a lot at this moment, looked at Mo Yunfan coldly and said.
"Ying Changfeng, you and I are brothers in the same sect, but you set me up with a conspiracy. You won't be able to escape the name of harming a fellow disciple." Mo Yunfan smiled coldly and said, "In the name of your Senior Brother, I will enforce the rules of the sect on behalf of my teacher and punish you to go to the Cliff of Remorse to reflect on your mistakes. You will never be able to step out of the Cliff of Remorse for the rest of your life!"
"Mo Yunfan, you …" Ying Changfeng's expression changed drastically. He let out a cry of shock, and his face froze.
He had never expected that Mo Yunfan would first cripple his sword dao and then ask him to go to the Cliff of Remorse to reflect on his mistakes. He was obviously going to imprison him!
At this moment, he suddenly understood what Mo Yunfan meant by the cold smile on his face.
Mo Yunfan did not care about their old friendship at all and his means were very vicious. He wanted Ying Changfeng to live a life worse than death!
"What? Don't you want to repent? "Mo Yunfan smiled coldly and a smug look appeared on his face.
Ying Changfeng was stunned for a long time and finally came to his senses. His eyes became dull and he looked up and said, "The third thing."
At this time, his sword dao had been crippled. What else could he do except to be manipulated by Mo Yunfan?
"The third thing is very simple." Mo Yunfan smiled faintly and said, "Since you are no longer the Sect Leader of the Qiankun Sect, you have lost your identity as the Venerable of the Sky. Now, hand over the Five Intents of the Sky in your hands."
"Huh?" When Ying Changfeng heard the words "Five Intents of the Sky", his face suddenly changed and he exclaimed, "You want the Five Intents of the Sky?"
The Heart of the Sky was the leader of the five forces and they were called the Five Venerables of the Sky.
The Five Venerables each held a power that represented the will of the Heart of the Sky, called the Five Intents of the Sky.
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