Chapter 642： Tear the skin!

Mo Yuan walked out, with an outstanding posture, dressed in a straight black dragon pattern, setting off him very majestic and handsome.

He was holding the scarlet Yan Prison obliquely, and a murderous intent filled his body naturally, which was shocking.

"Who are you? Do you know where it is?"

Wang Hengqiang endured his panic, but his body couldn't stop shaking.

At this moment, he clearly felt the turbulent killing intent on Mo Yuan's body, like a wild beast that was gradually waking up, showing its fangs to himself.

"Come on, take them down for me!" He gritted his teeth and hurriedly shouted.

Suddenly, the surrounding guards rushed up.

At this moment, Mo Yuan's eyes dazzled, and a tyrannical aura burst out of his body, shocking the guards who rushed up.

"What?!" Wang Heng widened his eyes, his face was unbelievable, and he trembled: "He, he turned out to be a strong man in the Yuan Ying stage?!"

However, no matter how you look at it, the boy in black is very young, how did he cultivate to the Nascent Soul Stage?

Not only Wang Heng, but Hu Yanxiu also looked at Mo Yuan solemnly.

At the beginning, he impulsively attacked Luo Xiaoman and was blocked by this guy.

Judging from the current situation, Mo Yuan at that time was afraid that he hadn't used his full strength yet. Once he used his full strength, he would definitely be better than himself!

The most terrible thing is that he thought that his aptitude was unmatched. As a result, Mo Yuan, no matter his age or aptitude, was crushed in all directions!

Suddenly, Mo Yuan bowed slightly, holding Yan Yu in his backhand, his eyes flashed with sharp cold light, and the killing intent emanating from his body became more intense.

"Xiaoman?!" Luo Qingyi frowned, looking at Mo Yuan worriedly.

They are now playing on behalf of the Holy Academy. If they kill the city guard or other city guards here, they will break the relationship with Longji City.

"Brother, don't worry, it's okay." Luo Xiaoman curled his lips and said calmly: "They dare to treat us this way, so we should think about the consequences."

Suddenly, Mo Yuan's hand moved slightly and Yan Yu in his hand swept out.

"Sword Wuhen!"

The many city guards were taken aback, before they could react, a **** flower bloomed on their chest, and the whole person flew out.

Wang Heng's heart shuddered, and he felt a breath of death rushing toward his face, but he couldn't see the sword move. Is such a terrifying killer move a heavenly killer move?

"Ah!!!" He screamed, exploded with all his strength, and sacrificed a defensive magic weapon.

With a bang!

The magic weapon burst, and the powerful remaining prestige shook him out.

puff!

Wang Heng vomited a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the ground.

Mo Yuan retracted his sword and turned around. The pony tail behind him swayed gently, slowly returning to Luo Xiaoman's side.

The people of the Saint Academy were stunned. They were the first time they saw Mo Yuan make a move. They were so strong and fierce when they made it.

After seeing Mo Yuan's move, Hu Yanxiu's face was ugly, probably with his current strength, there was no way to catch such a weird move.

Luo Xiaoman stepped out and walked out, with a calm smile on his small face, "Your reaction is very fast, if it is slower, it will probably be split into two parts."

"You, are you crazy?" Wang Heng clutched his chest and said in a panic: "You kill the city guard, you are equal to the entire Longji city. Whether you are a holy college or not, you can hardly escape accountability. ."

"Heh, Longji City is just a small island town. The four-house competition can be held here, and it will give you a face." Luo Xiaoman said disapprovingly: "Since each other's skins have been torn, then they should be torn completely. a little."

"What do you want to do?" Wang Heng's pupils shrank, and he saw Luo Xiaoman raise his hand, grabbed a dagger, and pierced his heart.