Mu Qingxiao's lips curled into a devilish smile. He leaped into the air and arrived at the arena in the blink of an eye.
Originally, he had planned to let Li Mochou and Hao Datong join forces to kill Jinlun Fawang. However, he had a new idea just now.
Mu Qingxiao's goal was to become the Wulin Alliance Master. Naturally, he had to convince everyone and even use his absolute power to deter the heroes.
Of course, becoming the Wulin Alliance Master was only one of his goals.
His main goal was to boost the morale of the disciples of the Hall of the Nine Clouds and Quanzhen. This way, they would have a pillar of support in their hearts, and they would be able to go to the battlefield with peace of mind and kill their enemies bravely.
If Li Mochou and Hao Datong joined forces to kill Jinlun Fawang, the nature of the situation would be completely different.
The world would definitely know about this Heroes Assembly. Mu Qingxiao's mysterious identity would appear in the eyes of the Jianghu Wulin and even the whole world.
Mu Qingxiao needed to set a good example for the Hall of the Nine Clouds and the heroes of the Central Plains Wulin.
At the same time, he needed to let everyone know that the Hall of the Nine Clouds was using their actions to tell everyone that they had the capital and strength to fight against Mongolia!
The event was coming to an end. It was meaningless for Mu Qingxiao to continue hiding his identity.
The real war was coming. The Hall of the Nine Clouds and Quanzhen's hundreds of thousands of disciples needed a strong and powerful pillar of support for the faintly discernible Great Song.
This pillar was definitely not a weakling from the royal family. With the Heroes Assembly as the starting point and Jinlun Fawang as the stepping stone, the war was about to begin!
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Mu Qingxiao stood in the middle of the arena with his hands behind his back. His handsome face still had a light smile. This attitude made Jinlun Fawang furious.
The latter obviously did not take him seriously. How arrogant!
The atmosphere in the Cloud Gathering Manor was extremely stifling. The surrounding heroes all stared intently at the arena. The two of them faced off like this, but their attitudes were different.
Jinlun Fawang took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Hall Master Mu, you must be careful. This old man is about to make a move!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura swept out from Jinlun Fawang.
Guo Jing, Li Mochou, Hao Datong, and the others' faces suddenly changed. They could all feel a strong sense of crisis.
Other than Li Mochou, Hao Datong, and Yang Guo, everyone else was worried about Mu Qingxiao.
Looking at Mu Qingxiao who was still standing at the same spot like an ordinary youth, Jinlun Fawang's face darkened even more. He mobilized all the internal energy in his body and stamped his feet on the ground. With lightning speed, he attacked Mu Qingxiao with his palm.
"Dragon Elephant Prajna Art" was the supreme protective technique of Tantric Buddhism. It was divided into thirteen levels.
As a martial arts genius, Jinlun Fawang practiced hard and advanced at an amazing speed. He had finally reached the tenth level of the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Art".
His palm strength was fierce and powerful. It had the strength of ten dragons and ten elephants. Every move weighed a thousand pounds. It was incomparably powerful.
There was no doubt about the strength of the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Art". Even Qiu Qianren, the "Iron Palm Water Floater" who became a monk after becoming a monk, was defeated.
At this time, Jinlun Fawang had already reached the ninth level. No one dared to underestimate this palm, except for Mu Qingxiao.
When Jinlun Fawang was two meters away from Mu Qingxiao, he finally made his move. He really made his move.
Mu Qingxiao raised his right hand slightly. In an instant, a force as heavy as Mount Tai pressed down on everyone's heads. At this moment, everyone's eyes were filled with shock.
Jinlun Fawang, who was closest to Mu Qingxiao, was even more shocked. He stopped two meters away with a shocked expression. His forehead was already covered in sweat. Under the pressure of this force, he could not move an inch.
However, what made them even more shocked was not over yet. They saw Mu Qingxiao's index and middle fingers pointing in the air. Yin and Yang spiritual energy gathered and a long sword that was tens of meters long appeared out of thin air!
At this moment, Mu Qingxiao's ordinary aura completely disappeared. It was replaced by an unprecedented sharpness that could hurt the eyes.
He stood in the arena like a Sword God descending to earth. No one dared to ignore him!
Inside Cloud Manor, there was a deathly silence. Everyone was stunned as they stared at the scene before them. Jinlun Fawang stared at the illusory sword hanging above his head. He couldn't hold it in any longer and his entire body started to tremble.
His heart was filled with endless despair. That's right, despair!
He had cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique to the ninth level. Among the successors of Tantric Buddhism, he was already considered outstanding. He believed that there were only a few people in the world who could match him.
Originally, he had despised Mu Qingxiao and thought that Mu Qingxiao was overestimating himself. However, now it seemed that he was just like a clown.
Just an hour ago, Jinlun Fawang thought that his strength was unrivaled in the world.
But now, the so-called number one in the world was a complete joke!
Mu Qingxiao was very satisfied with Jinlun Fawang's shocked expression. He thought that everything was under his control, but in the end, he was sent from heaven to hell.
You can die if you want, but you have to follow my plan and die a worthless death!
"Your death is worthless. The Mongolian army will never step into the Central Plains!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qingxiao's lips curled into an evil smile. At the same time, he pressed down with his finger. The long sword in the air slashed down with a whistling sound!
"Weng!"
In an instant, a sharp and ear-piercing sword cry sounded out from within the Cloud Manor. After the sword cry, there was no abnormality.
Mu Qingxiao was still standing in the same spot. Jinlun Fawang was the same. While everyone was confused, a trace of blood appeared on Jinlun Fawang's cheeks …
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, blood splattered everywhere. Jinlun Fawang's body was cut in half. He fell on the arena, accompanied by fresh blood and disgusting organs.
The Mongolian State Teacher was dead!
"Boom boom boom …"
After Jinlun Fawang's body fell to the ground, the house behind him collapsed. Debris flew everywhere, and dust filled the air. In the end, only a broken wall was left!
The sound of people swallowing their saliva rose and fell. No one was the first to speak. The scene just now was too shocking. The power that could destroy the world had completely overturned their understanding of martial arts.
Condensing energy into a sword was too terrifying. No one had heard of it before. Even Guo Jing, who stood at the peak of martial arts, could not recover from the scene just now!
Mu Qingxiao stood on the arena and looked around. Although his voice was not loud, it was like thunder in everyone's ears.
"Everyone, the Mongolian army has arrived. The war has begun. Only by defending Xiangyang can we defend our homeland!"
"In these years, twenty thousand disciples of the Hall of the Nine Clouds have died. Quanzhen has also suffered heavy casualties. Now, I am the leader of the martial arts world. I will lead all the heroes to contribute to the Great Song. If you have any opinions, you can raise them now."
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