"You want to break my soul?" The white-robed man sneered, "You people in the secular world are so arrogant. In that case, you can break my soul!"
As the white-robed man spoke, he took a step on the ground and flew more than ten meters away. In the air, as soon as his strength was exhausted, he stepped on each other and flew dozens of meters away again. Mo Long was silent and followed him at a steady pace. His speed seemed slow, but it was actually very fast, because he kept the same distance from the white-robed man from beginning to end.
When the two men disappeared from the crowd's sight, Mo Long looked at the empty field and said calmly, "This is indeed a place to kill."
"You're right." The white-robed man stopped at this time and stood face to face with Mo Long. He suddenly smiled, "Why do you think I brought you here?"
Mo Long said lightly, "It's nothing more than that I'm afraid that our fight will affect your brothers."
"You're absolutely right. Apart from that, there are other reasons as well. Because by bringing you here, it'll be easier for them to kill your two companions. You don't think that they'll be able to stop my Junior Brothers with just those two, do you?"
Mo Long said, "That's not necessarily true."
The white-robed man said, "Your foreign companion is still weak and basically poses no threat. As for the other one who uses a sword, hehe, do you think he has a chance of winning against someone at the peak of Gang-strength and Void-breaking?"
Mo Long didn't seem to be worried about Miyamoto Shinji at all. He said indifferently, "That's not necessarily true. I think you talk too much. I'm ready to kill."
The white-robed man clenched his fists and suddenly revealed the aura of a tiger and leopard. Like a fierce tiger coming out of the mountain, the terrible aura formed a powerful aura, which seemed to be able to overwhelm everything.
And Mo Long's hand began to grasp the hilt of his sword.
At this moment, Xiao Bing faced the three Great Patriarchs alone. The Fourth Patriarch suddenly shouted, "I'll tell you the truth. Xia Zhangdong is dead. He was killed by your people in the secular world. What else do you want?"
Xiao Bing smiled and said, "He didn't die by my hands, but I can only blame it on your Iron Fist School for what he did to me. What's more, it's your Third Elder who really annoys me!"
"So there's nothing else to talk about and we can only meet on the battlefield?" The Fourth Elder angrily laughed and said, "The three of us are not necessarily afraid of you, but your friends are dead, especially the two people outside the door, they will be the first to die!"
Xiao Bing looked back, but he didn't care at all. He said in a relaxed tone, "Miyamoto Shinji, get rid of your opponent as soon as possible, and then help Jack."
"Alright!"
As soon as he said that, Miyamoto Shinji began to draw his sword. When Miyamoto Shinji's long sword was unsheathed, the air seemed to vibrate. The three Great Patriarchs all looked at the yard in surprise, and then they were all stunned and tongue-tied. Then the three of them almost shouted at the same time, "Be careful, his sword is a spiritual sword!"
Xiao Bing smiled. This was also the reason why Xiao Bing and Mo Long were so relieved. Miyamoto Shinji's swordsmanship was superb. Although his strength was now at the peak of Gang-strength, among the eight generals of Dragon Gate, he was the only one who had used a spiritual weapon. With Miyamoto Shinji's strength and the spiritual sword in his hand, it was enough to kill people of a higher level!
After Miyamoto Shinji's spiritual sword was unsheathed, a terrible murderous aura had already enveloped his opponent. The disciple of the Iron Fist School was also considered outstanding in the Iron Fist School, and ranked in the top few among the second-generation disciples. He originally did not take Miyamoto Shinji seriously, but at this moment, he felt that his life was strongly threatened.
This person's mind was already in chaos. He roared and punched Miyamoto Shinji. The terrible power was like a black hole that was about to swallow Miyamoto Shinji.
Miyamoto Shinji closed his eyes and then slashed out with his sword. This sword was like a meteor from the sky, and the two people crisscrossed. When they stood up again, there was a painful roar coming from his opponent's mouth. He had lost an arm.
Miyamoto Shinji said coldly, "You lost!"
He suddenly turned his head and cut off his opponent's head with his sword, and it fell to the ground.
After all this, Miyamoto Shinji's face was a little pale, and he was slightly panting.
Although the power of the spiritual sword was strong, it also required enough strength to control it. Miyamoto Shinji's current strength was still too weak. The sword that destroyed everything just now had consumed 70% of the power in his body. Of course, if he faced an opponent who was not so strong, he would not need to use so much power to activate the spiritual sword. He only needed to use less power to make the spiritual sword more powerful than ordinary swords. However, the opponent in front of him was too strong, and he did not dare to hold back.
Miyamoto Shinji looked at the others and said, "Jack, I'll help you now."
Jack laughed heartily and said, "You don't need to help. Listen up, all of you. Today, I alone can take care of you arrogant and condescending bastards. I'll show you how I go on a killing spree!"
The three elders in the hall were all stunned. They felt that their hearts were bleeding. Although their ancient martial arts sects had a deep foundation, masters at the level of Void-breaking were not as common as carrots after all. They could have as many as they wanted. Masters at the level of Void-breaking could be regarded as super masters in the ancient martial arts sect. Most of their disciples were below the level of Void-breaking. But now, one of them died so easily. Coupled with Xia Changdong, who died some time ago, and the patriarchs who died in Xiang Gang a few days ago, the Iron Fist School had suffered a heavy loss recently.
Xiao Bing said with some regret, "It's a pity that your disciple is very strong. Even if my friend has a spiritual sword in his hand, it is still uncertain whether he will win or lose. But after all, spiritual swords are rare in the world. After seeing the spiritual sword, he lost his sense of propriety, so there was an opportunity. Your disciple's psychological quality is not so good."
The three patriarchs had a tacit understanding. Suddenly, they stepped forward at the same time and rushed toward Xiao Bing. Xiao Bing laughed, and then he also did not retreat. The violent forces collided with each other, and the three patriarchs were knocked away at the same time. They flew far away and hit the wall inside. Boom, the hall was shaking.
Xiao Bing laughed loudly, patted his chest, and shouted, "Come on, get up and continue to fight!!"
Outside, the disciples of the Iron Fist School began to besiege Jack. Jack's strength was the weakest in the Dragon Gate. However, he was definitely not the best person to provoke. That was because he always had an uncountable number of unidentifiable treasures on him.
He originally had a few grenades on his body, so it was easy to recognize them. He threw a few grenades in a row, and the crowd was in chaos. Several disciples who were slightly weaker were blown into a bloody mess.
Although martial arts masters were powerful, they were still human. Even the masters at the level of breaking through the void, although they were not afraid of bullets, they were not afraid of missiles. Even if they were not afraid of missiles, it did not mean that they were not afraid of laser guns. Even if these weapons could not kill the Celestial Masters and sages, nuclear weapons could also kill them.
As for Jack, he was a person who was a master of advanced technology.
After several grenades were used, the disciples began to flock to him again. Suddenly, a few iron balls appeared in Jack's hands, and then he crushed them with his hands. Countless fine needles shot out at the same time, and several masters fell down in front of him, screaming.
Jack slaughtered his way through the crowd. Although some of these people were no weaker than Jack, and some were even stronger than Jack, and there were many of them, Jack was like a hedgehog. His entire body was covered with spikes, and his spikes were all sorts of strange weapons.
After more than a dozen people were killed or injured in the crowd, he finally used up all his weapons. It was not completely gone, but there was no one that could be used for the time being.
These people approached Jack cautiously, and said one by one, "Be careful, everyone. This man has too many tricks."
"Yes, we will be fine if we are careful. He is not that strong, and we are stronger than him in a head-on fight."
Jack was really at his wit's end now. He suddenly looked at Miyamoto Shinji, jumped up and down, and shouted, "Miyamoto Shinji, come and help me!"
Everyone was on the verge of vomiting blood. What the f * ck! I've never seen someone like you. Are all the people outside so thick-skinned? Didn't you just say that you will not let that person help you? Didn't you just say that you can defeat us all by yourself? Did we hear wrong? Why did they all change? "
Miyamoto Shinji had recovered now. Among these disciples, the strongest was at the Gang-strength Stage. With the spirit sword in his hand, Miyamoto Shinji's strength was very close to that of Void-breaking. He rushed into the crowd, basically like a tiger rushing into a pack of wolves. These people fell one by one, and no one was a match for Miyamoto Shinji.
Jack laughed proudly and also rushed into the crowd. But Jack was weak, and he was smart enough to specifically find the weakest person to be his opponent. The two of them went in and out of the crowd. Some of these people were dead, and some were injured. They were all crying for their parents. The master of the Iron Fist School was not here, and almost all of them were killed. They were about to be wiped out by Xiao Bing and the others … Oh, no, the whole team!
Among these battles, the only suspense was the battle between Mo Long and the man in white, which finally began.
Mo Long slowly pulled out the long knife in his hand, and the powerful man in white also rushed toward Mo Long.
One of them was as cold as ice, and the other as fierce as a tiger!
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