Landing in the Fantastic World

"Look, you don't dare! Hehe, what 'Unparalleled Under Heaven', that's all."    

Fenng Yuhang looked at Mu Yu with disdain in his eyes. He intended to use words to provoke Mu Yu's anger.    

"Alright, stop making noise here. Get lost!"    

Mu Yu said impatiently. He might as well rest with his eyes closed and rest instead of wasting his time arguing with these people.    

"You want me to get lost? Do you know who you are talking to?"    

Fenng Yuhang's face turned extremely gloomy. Ever since he was young, everyone had respected him. No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a way. How could he tolerate it? "Hurry up and apologize to Junior apprentice brother Mo. Also, slap yourself a hundred times. I will spare your life."    

"Big senior brother, let me deal with him myself."    

At this moment, Moh Lan got up from the ground. After eating a pain-relieving pill, he felt slightly better.    

He transferred all the anger in his body onto Mu Yu, his face full of resentment like a poisonous snake.    

Nalan Yanran was anxious in her heart, and just as she was about to step forward to stop him, she was stopped by Fenng Yuhang with one hand, and said, "The prestige of the Misty Cloud Sect cannot be humiliated, let Junior apprentice brother Mo handle it himself."    

Mu Yu didn't even look at them. He had already closed his eyes and closed his eyes, as if it had nothing to do with him.    

Seeing Mu Yu's contemptuous look, Moh Lan became even angrier. Ever since he lost to Mu Yu in the Misty Cloud Sect, he had been cultivating hard. He was lucky enough to obtain an opportunity, allowing his cultivation base to rise tremendously. He thought that Mu Yu was no longer a match for him.    

With a swoosh, Moh Lan pulled out the sword from its sheath and pointed it at Mu Yu. A clear and melodious sword hum echoed in the air.    

After seeing Moh Lan's sword aura, the disciples of Misty Cloud Sect, including Fenng Yuhang, all nodded their heads with praise in their eyes.    

"Junior apprentice brother Mo, your improvement over the past few months has been very obvious. Not only has your cultivation improved greatly, but your swordsmanship has also reached the level of Sword Heart Illumination."    

"Junior apprentice brother Mo's talent is already at the peak. Ever since he lost to Mu Yu last time, he has devoted himself to cultivation. It's not surprising for him to have such achievements today."    

"Today is the day of Junior apprentice brother Mo's revenge. Everyone, guess, how many moves can Mu Yu block? I guess he will die after ten strikes."    

"Ten moves? Hehe, with Junior apprentice brother Mo's sword intent, three moves is more than enough to kill Mu Yu."    

All the disciples of Misty Cloud Sect were waiting with anticipation for the upcoming show.    

In their hearts, Moh Lan's victory had already been decided.    

Only Nalan Yanran had confidence in Mu Yu. She was the only one who knew how powerful Mu Yu was.    

Moh Lan moved. He thrust his sword at Mu Yu's body, creating a clear sword hum in the air. It looked like an ordinary sword strike, but it contained the Will of the Sword Heart.    

This sword seemed slow, but it could not be avoided. It contained the thousands of Great Daos of the Sword Dao.    

"Wow, what a profound sword technique. I can't understand it at all."    

"Such a sword technique. When I said three moves, I overestimated Mu Yu. I think one move is enough."    

Amidst the stunned exclamations of the crowd, the corner of Moh Lan's mouth curled up.    

At this moment, his eyes were closed, and his mind was completely immersed in the sword.    

With this sword strike, not to mention Mu Yu, even his eldest senior brother, Fenng Yuhang, wouldn't be able to stop it.    

At this moment, he was the Sword God.    

No matter how strong you were, he would still slash you.    

"Clang!"    

Moh Lan could feel that his sword had already reached Mu Yu. Presumably, Mu Yu was already a corpse.    

When he thought of this, the corner of his mouth curled up a little.    

He was not in a hurry to open his eyes. He was completely immersed in the joy of killing his enemy with a single strike.