Chapter 3633 Haotian Five Wills

"Three things?" Ying Changfeng's eyes trembled slightly when he heard Mo Yunfan's words, as if a person in despair suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw.

The current situation is a life-or-death situation for him.

Mo Yunfan wants to kill him, and the people of Qiankunmen no longer trust him as the leader of Qiankunmen. In addition, he framed Mo Yunfan first and wanted to kill the Lord of Haotian later. All kinds of evil deeds are unforgivable.

Mo Yunfan asked for three things, and it was a great favor to spare his life.

You know, with Mo Yunfan's strength, it would be easy to kill Ying Changfeng who was seriously injured.

Perhaps, Mo Yunfan still remembered the relationship between the two brothers.

After all, the two grew up together and practiced together. Although they were not blood relatives, they were brothers.

And Ying Changfeng knew Mo Yunfan's character very well. The latter valued friendship and kept his promises.

It was because of this that Mo Yunfan was so easily calculated by him at the beginning.

Mo Yunfan was soft-hearted at this time, which made Ying Changfeng feel that the latter was thinking of the old friendship.

"Please speak, senior brother." Ying Changfeng's eyes trembled, revealing a burning heat, and even changed the way he addressed Mo Yunfan.

Mo Yunfan's mouth twitched a coldness, and said coldly: "The first thing is to abandon the sword and resign as the leader of the Qiankun Sect!"

"Abandon the sword?" When Ying Changfeng heard these four words, his pupils shrank, his face changed, and he screamed directly.

He was a swordsman, and he had the cultivation of the ninth level of the sword's heavenly tribulation. This was his cultivation achievement of more than 100,000 years, and the most glorious thing in his life.

But Mo Yunfan actually asked him to abandon the sword, which was more painful than killing him directly!

He could not care about the identity of the leader of the Qiankun Sect, but abandoning the sword was too cruel for him.

"Brother, I can give you the position of the leader of the Qiankun Sect. Can I give up my swordsmanship?" Ying Changfeng suddenly looked up at Mo Yunfan and spoke solemnly, with a look of desire in his eyes.

"Ying-Chang-Feng!" But before Ying Changfeng finished speaking, Mo Yunfan roared in a low voice, calling out Ying Changfeng's name word by word, as powerful as thunder and as sharp as ice, and said: "Do you think, with my current strength and status, I will still care about the position of the leader of the Qiankun Sect?"

"This..." Ying Changfeng's face changed in shock, and he was stunned and speechless.

Mo Yunfan was already a swordsman with a sword-consciousness that defied the gods, and he had joined the Haotian Sword Soul, so he really would not value the position of the leader of the Qiankun Sect anymore.

"Ying Changfeng, if you want to live, you should give up your swordsmanship now." Mo Yunfan's eyes were as dark as a murderous look, and his eyes were staring at Ying Changfeng like sharp blades, saying: "I want you to experience the pain of being deprived of my swordsmanship!"

"I..." Ying Changfeng's pupils shrank, and he screamed in horror. The fear in his heart was all written on his face.

He had swallowed Mo Yunfan's sword intent in the name of Qiankun Duel.

And now, Mo Yunfan wants it back!

And he wants it back in front of many disciples of Qiankun Sect!

"Life or death, you choose." Mo Yunfan said indifferently: "I will count to three, and I want to hear your answer."

"This..." Ying Changfeng was horrified, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, sweating like rain.

"One!"

"Two!"

At this time, Mo Yunfan's voice rang out, one after another, like thunder and sharp blades, bombarding Ying Changfeng's ears and piercing his heart.

"Three!" Mo Yunfan shouted for the third time, and then took a step forward. The sword energy of his whole body burst out like a raging wave, 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's mouth twitched, and the smile on his face was extremely weird. He smiled coldly: "My good junior brother, you really didn't disappoint me."

Ying Changfeng's pupils trembled slightly, and he was horrified.

He suddenly had a feeling that he seemed to have fallen into Mo Yunfan's conspiracy.

If he abandoned his swordsmanship, he would be no different from an ordinary Tianyi Saint Lord warrior.

But he still had strength after all, so he chose to continue living.

Just like Mo Yunfan at the beginning, there was hope only if he lived.

Maybe he could practice swordsmanship again like Mo Yunfan and return to Qiankunmen.

"Do it." Mo Yunfan smiled gloomily and said indifferently.

Ying Changfeng's eyes trembled, his face became very ugly, and he was stagnant for a long time.

"Do it!" Mo Yunfan roared, like thunder in the sky.

Ying Changfeng's head roared, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

A trace of despair surged in his eyes.

He glanced at Mo Yunfan, who had a cold expression on his face.

"Okay!" The next moment, Ying Changfeng roared, his heart was ruthless, the sword intent in his body surged wildly, his whole body trembled, and the sword intent in his body surged wildly, one after another, with a bloody aura, dripping and tragic.

The crowd's eyes trembled, and their faces changed one after another.

In a blink of an eye, the sword intent in Ying Changfeng's body completely dissipated, and his sword cultivation of more than 100,000 years was directly wasted!

Mo Yunfan's eyes condensed slightly, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

"The second thing." Ying Changfeng was much calmer at this moment, looking at Mo Yunfan with a gloomy face and shouting.

"Ying Changfeng, you and I are brothers from the same sect, but you framed me with conspiracy and trickery. You can't escape the name of harming fellow disciples." Mo Yunfan smiled coldly and said, "In the name of my senior brother, I will enforce the rules of the sect on behalf of my teacher. I will punish you to repent on the cliff and never step out of the cliff for the rest of your life!"

"Mo Yunfan, you..." Ying Changfeng's face changed in horror, and he screamed, his face was stagnant.

He never thought that Mo Yunfan would first abolish his swordsmanship, and then let him go to the cliff to repent. This was clearly to imprison him!

At this time, he suddenly understood what the cold smile on Mo Yunfan's face meant.

Mo Yunfan didn't think about the old relationship at all, and his means were very sinister. This was to make Ying Changfeng live a life worse than death!

"What? Don't you want to repent?" Mo Yunfan smiled coldly, with a smug look on the corner of his mouth.

Ying Changfeng was stunned for a long time, and finally reacted. His eyes became dull, and he looked up and said, "The third thing."

At this time, his swordsmanship was useless. What else could he do except let Mo Yunfan manipulate him?

"The third thing is very simple." Mo Yunfan smiled faintly and said, "Since you are no longer the leader of Qiankun Sect, you have lost the identity of Haotian Zun. Now, hand over the Haotian Five Wills in your hand."

"Hmm?" Ying Changfeng heard the words Haotian Five Wills, his face changed, and he exclaimed, "You want Haotian Five Wills?"

The masters of the five major forces of Haotian Heart, and became the Haotian Five Zun.

In the hands of the five Zun, each of them holds a power that represents the will of Haotian Heart, called Haotian Five Wills.

Ying Changfeng did not expect that Mo Yunfan would ask him to hand over Haotian Five Wills!