Chapter 1284 1 Sword Light Blinks and Slashes 8 People
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the body of the firestone long sword, watching the red liquid dripping slowly.
When a cultivator wields a weapon to attack, he can completely attach power to the surface of the weapon.
It can not only enhance the sharpness of the weapon, but also prevent the weapon from being contaminated with dirt.
Now, Mo Junrong released the power of the first level of the divine place, and was fully capable of preventing the sword from being stained with blood.
But he didn't do that, and deliberately covered the sword with blood.
Anyone can see that Mo Junrong is demonstrating and intimidating everyone.
Will the disciples of Destiny Palace accept intimidation? Of course not.
Most of them are cultivators of the False God Realm, with a sense of arrogance from the bottom of their hearts, and they don't want to be forced to bow their heads.
And they felt that Mo Junrong was only at the first level of the divine realm.
As long as everyone unites, with so many False God Realm powerhouses, it is not too difficult to defeat Mo Junrong.
The crowd moved slowly, and the disciples began to adjust their positions to form a common combat formation in Yunxiu Continent.
What, I have killed two of them, and these people are still unwilling to surrender.
Mo Junrong was so depressed that he felt like he was playing the piano with a cow.
He didn't believe that all his disciples were stubborn and hard-headed, there must be someone taking the lead and calling on others to fight against him.
As long as those few leading guys are forced to come out and kill the chickens and monkeys in public, the others will shrink back.
The way to force these people to come out is also very simple, that is to take one or two more unlucky people.
So he approached the crowd again, swung his long sword, and threw out the blood on the sword.
"Surrender to the God of Stars, this is the second time, I don't want to say it the third time!"
There were some murmurs of discussion in the crowd, but they soon quieted down, and no one paid attention to Mo Junrong the whole time.
Mo Junrong didn't want to continue dawdling with this group of people, so he suddenly held his left hand forward.
The power of heaven and earth turned into a phantom in the palm, and grabbed the nearest Tianming Palace disciple.
Then he raised the long sword horizontally and put the blade on the disciple's neck.
"Who doesn't want to obey the God of Stars and betray the Palace of Destiny, then stand up!
I, Mo Junrong, are magnanimous and will give you a fair chance to duel, otherwise I will try one by one. "
After the words fell, he ignored the disciple's wailing and pulled the hilt of the sword horizontally.
The sharp blade instantly broke through the protective energy around the neck, and as the faint starlight burst, half of the neck was directly cut off.
The disciple struggled while clutching his throat with one hand, while trying to apply ointment with the other to mend the terrible wound.
However, since Mo Junrong made a death move, how could he give the other party a way out.
With a backhand sword, he cut off the disciple's palm, and then raised his foot to kick him out.
With this kick, he used the power of the divine realm to let the violent power of heaven and earth rush into the disciple's body.
This force of heaven and earth will tear apart the internal organs and destroy the meridians.
Even if this disciple can use the remaining hand to take out the ointment to repair the wound on his neck.
Injuries to internal organs and meridians would also cost him his life.
The disciple fell in front of the crowd, and kept groping in his sleeve with his remaining hand.
But it was too late, the internal organs were damaged too fast, and the moment when the ointment was touched could not last.
Seeing that a person was killed by Mo Junrong, the crowd was a little commotion, and the disciples gradually became uneasy.
Under such circumstances, those disciples who took the lead in rebelling could no longer hide.
They had to stand up, curse Mo Junrong loudly, and continue to lead everyone to fight.
They also believed that they had the ability to lead everyone to defeat Mo Junrong, who was only in the first level of the divine realm.
But they missed one point. Since Mo Junrong dared to stand against everyone, he was not afraid of being besieged.
Is the displayed power of the first level of the divine realm really only the first level of the divine realm?
of course not!
Mo Junrong glanced at it, and there were eight disciples who took the lead to stand up, and they were all disciples with relatively high seniority.
He had seen the roster of disciples in the Destiny Palace.
If I remember correctly, these senior disciples have been empowered by the power of the stars, and they already have the cultivation level of the sixth rank of the False God Realm.
False God Realm level six, only one step away from the Divine Place Realm, the strength is already very close.
My colleagues deal with eight, and it will take a lot of time to kill all eight of them.
Right now there is no time to dawdle, with the God of Stars watching behind him, he must show his worth.
So Mo Junrong's figure swayed slightly, without any warning, he suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the eight disciples.
The distance between the two parties was already very close, only forty feet apart, and Mo Junrong was already in front of him with a blink of an eyelid.
When the eight people stood up, they knew that the situation was urgent, so they all took some precautions.
The eight of them have also practiced their skills in advance, raised their power levels to the False God Realm, and are ready to fight at any time.
But they never expected that Mo Junrong would be so shameless that he would make a surprise attack without saying a word.
The eight people hurriedly raised their arms, trying to resist with their weapons horizontally.
But just when they raised their arms halfway, Mo Junrong swung his left hand forward suddenly.
With the movement of waving his hands, a stream of slightly fragrant powder was blown out with vigor and covered the faces of the eight people.
The minds of the eight people sank suddenly, as if they had been hit with a sap, and they felt dizzy.
Too bad, Mo Junrong actually cheated!
The eight people didn't know that what Mo Junrong sprinkled was the pollen of the Drunken God Flower, which could affect practitioners of any realm, including the supreme one in the divine realm.
These Drunken God pollen were smuggled out of the Great Desolation and Lonely City by someone he entrusted with great effort.
There is only a small bottle, which is very useful as a hidden weapon.
For False God Realm cultivators, a small amount of pollen cannot immediately intoxicate people, and the effect will be greatly reduced.
At most, it would make the False God Realm dizzy for a while, interrupting the attack or defense action.
But this momentary interruption, at this critical moment, is completely fatal.
The eight people didn't have time to raise their weapons to the proper position, they didn't have time to raise their strength level, and they didn't have time to prop up the starlight barrier.
They could only watch Mo Junrong's long sword sweeping from left to right.
And at the moment when the golden-red light swept across, they saw a second thin strip of light emerging from the divine ring behind Mo Junrong's head.
The second Fuyuan divine light, the second heaven of the divine realm, Mo Junrong is actually the second heaven of the divine realm!
In their minds, only the thought of shock was left, and then they felt the fiery sword glow sweeping across their bodies.
The body protection power of the False God Realm can't resist the Dragon Slaying Sword Technique at all.
The eight heads instantly flew up and fell into the crowd.
Mo Junrong stomped his foot, and a wave of air blasted the eight corpses towards the crowd.
Then he shook off the blood on the long sword, staring at the remaining disciples of Destiny Palace with a straight face.
But with his left hand, he quietly put the unused Drunken God Pollen into his sleeve.
"Who else objects, stand up, and I will give you a fair chance to duel!"
Mo Junrong's voice was icy cold, as if trying to freeze the air.
The remaining disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, and the atmosphere of fear spread rapidly.
No one took the lead, facing Mo Junrong's coercion, they could no longer think of resisting.
(Thanks to Long Lei for the monthly pass o(*￣︶￣*)o)