Chapter 2887 Kick Down the Stage

Looking at the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but stare with a look of astonishment on their faces.

The qi blade was attacked from Xuanyuan Moze's hand, and slashed across the venerable's cheek, the blade passed, and a deep incision was drawn on his face, and blood spattered out, causing the The whole face looked a bit hideous.

The Venerable didn't seem to believe it, and stopped for a while. He raised his hand and stroked his scratched cheek. The pain on his cheek and the blood on his hand made his heart surge. The idea of ​​killing someone.

"What a Xuanyuan Moze! I want to see how you die!"

His voice came out gloomily, and the murderous aura gushed out from his body, manifested in his voice, his eyes, and his actions.

A dazzlingly sharp blade appeared in his hand, he held it back, gritted his teeth, changed his pace and attacked the figure, the blade held back in his hand drew several blade shadows in an instant, attacking the raging sword. Fighting intent, so his speed has also been improved.

The opponent showed his sword, Xuanyuan Moze was still bare-handed, and the fight that had originally had the upper hand gradually became weaker as the opponent's crazy attacks, and he was nearly stabbed in the fatal place by the blade in the opponent's hand several times.

Feng Jiu watched from the side, her eyes moved slightly, the evil and charming color on her face did not know when to dissipate, and only a cold and fierce color appeared at this time.

The people from the four sects around the bottom have been stunned, and there is no sound at all. They only saw that the black-robed man named Xuanyuan Moze scratched the venerable's face, such a deep wound, it is estimated that it will leave scars.

What shocked them even more was that the lord actually took out a weapon, and he actually tried to injure Xuanyuan Moze with the sword in his hand? In this way, it would really be disgraceful to win.

"Xianjun, do you want them to stop? I'm afraid..." A Venerable said, frowning at this scene.

"Don't worry, their strength is being stimulated, let them fight!" An Immortal Monarch said, waving his hand to indicate that there is no need to say more.

Feng Jiu glanced at those people and saw that they were all looking at each other with high interest. Quan regarded this life-and-death battle as a scene, the corner of her lips hooked, and she sneered silently.

From the front, there was a screeching sound of the robe being cut. Feng Jiu looked at it and saw that Xuanyuan Moze's robe was cut. Maybe it didn't hurt the skin or bleed.

At this moment, she watched Xuanyuan Moze kick the blade in the opponent's hand when he was leaning forward to fight, and the blade was thrown into the sky and then landed on the stage.

The venerable who was kicked by the blade was ruthless, and the whole person rushed forward to try to fight in close quarters, but was kicked in the ribs by Xuanyuan Moze, faintly, even Feng Jiu, who was standing by the side, could hear that. The sound of broken bones came out with a very clear click.

"what!"

The screams came out, and the Venerable was kicked off the high platform by Xuanyuan Moze, and fell to the dumbfounded monks and disciples standing below.

"Hey! Your lord!"

The monks and disciples below exclaimed, but no one dared to step forward to help them. Instead, they backed away involuntarily and watched the venerable man fall from the high platform and fell into a coma. past...

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