Yuhuazong is located in the imperial city.

At the moment, the eclosion sect presents a scene of dead silence. There is no human shadow in the avenue, attic and palace. The atmosphere is particularly strange.

In Wudao square, however, thousands of figures were gathered.

These figures are divided into two sides.

On the one hand, the comers are all imperial dignitaries, led by Fang Han, Mohist school, Han family, Qiao family, beast sect, Sifang Pavilion, etc. their origins are extremely terrible. If they lift their feet on weekdays, the whole imperial city will tremble.

Now they gathered here together, just for one purpose, besieged the eclosion sect and completely destroyed it.

On the other hand, naturally, Hua haoqiong and others.

The elders of Yuhua sect stood in the first place, and behind them were many Yuhua sect disciples, who glared at Fang Han and others with cold eyes.

In front of the jiuyu tower, there are three men, Lin Guanqi, Wu Zichuan and Mo Yi.

At this time, Mo Yi was still dressed in white. His sword was held in his hand and did not emit real yuan or burst out. He stood like a peerless sword.

"Yi'er, the second prince led 3000 elite soldiers today to besiege the Yuhua sect and capture them all in order to calm the anger of the moon Protoss. You are a member of my Mohist School and have nothing to do with this. Why bother to protect these bandits?"

The speaker was mo qiangu. He looked at Mo Yi helplessly. His words were full of helplessness. He said slowly, "since you left, brother's body is getting worse day by day. After all, he is your biological father. Blood is thicker than water. Let it go with the wind."

"I have no father."

As soon as that Mo Yi opened his mouth, he made the eyes of the crowd freeze there. He saw no waves on his face and his tone was flat: "the moment he sent shuang'er to the prince's palace, he was no longer my father, and I also cut bones and flesh and mother that day. I was no longer a member of your Mohist school."

"Presumptuous!"

Mo qiangu suddenly drank, but soon, he sighed a long sigh and continued: "you were born a Mohist, and death is a Mohist ghost. Lu Wushuang is dead. Why do you bother? Listen to my second uncle and leave Yuhua sect. I can regard it as that it has never happened and will never pursue it."

Hearing the speech, the crowd all looked at Mo Yi and waited for his answer.

I saw that Mo Yi was still holding the long sword flat, turned to look at Ye Yao and asked, "are you willing to leave the Yuhua sect?"

"I will die!"

Ye Yao exudes a faint chill. She is not an ungrateful person. How could she leave when the Yuhua sect suffered such a disaster.

Mo Yi nodded, looked forward again and said, "if she doesn't go, I won't go."

Hearing Mo Yi's last answer, Mo's face became extremely gloomy.

He knows that no one can change the decision made by Mo Yi, but it is imperative to besiege yuhuazong today. Even if Mo Yi stops, he will never stop.

For the benefit of Mohism, Mo Yi must be killed and must not stay.

Feeling the murderous intent emanating from Mo through the ages, Hua haoqiong also raised a sneer of ridicule at the corners of his mouth and said, "elder Mo, you just said that you were a member of the Mohist school, but now you exude such murderous intent. Your Mohist school is really promising."

The voice was so cold that Mo's heart was filled with towering anger for thousands of years. He just wanted to make a move, but Fang Han stopped him, looked at Lin Guanqi and asked, "Lin Guanqi, are you willing to leave?"

Lin Guanqi didn't answer, but a cold smile appeared on his face.

At first, in Yuehua mainland, Qianlao suddenly shot him and nearly killed him on the spot. He never forgot this revenge. Now Fang Han actually let him leave. It's ridiculous.

Fang Han also felt the coldness in Lin Guanqi's eyes. He suddenly realized it. He turned his eyes and looked at Wu Zichuan and said, "Wu Zichuan, if you are willing to obey me, I can support Tianyuan sect and let you become the leader of Tianyuan sect."

"Thank you for your kindness, Prince. Wu Zichuan was born cheap and couldn't afford such a great kindness." Wu Zichuan was also expressionless. Fang Han and the Han family joined hands to push Tianyuan sect down the abyss. Now, he actually said he wanted to support Tianyuan sect.

Tianyuanzong, is it his plaything?

Hearing the three people's answers, Hua haoqiong laughed again. The Blood Sword came out of its scabbard and held it tightly in his hand. A thick blood colored sword burst out on his body.

At the same time, all the disciples of Yuhua sect stood up, and the true yuan blossomed into a magnificent pillar of light, breaking through the clouds and connecting the world.

"Second prince, I advise you to waste your words less. Everyone knows what medicine you sell in your gourd. Today's siege will lead to a war between you and me. Why bother?"

Hua haoqiong's body slowly floated in the air. His hair spread out and his whole body exuded a forthright spirit. The blood sword was so dazzling at dusk.

Not only him, but also Lin Guanqi stepped out and stood beside him.

A huge fearless momentum condenses in the void, invisible and shadowless, but it exists in everyone's heart, so that they can move forward bravely without fear of life and death.

"Since you want to die, I'll give you a ride."

Fang Han said coldly. Suddenly, countless strong men swept into the air. Zhenyuan roared and Yuangang raged. Everyone was holding the idea of killing.

However, at this time, the crowd felt the sound of dragon singing in the distance, and the sound became louder and louder, which made them turn their heads and look at the sound source.

Boom!

A golden awn suddenly flashed by, and Fang Han's eyes narrowed slightly. In the distance, two sharp figures, like the strong wind, were extremely fast. After those two figures, the smoke and dust rolled, and nearly 10000 people rushed over.

"What's going on?"

Fang Han's eyes were frozen. These people were dressed in the sect clothes of Yuhua sect. They were the disciples of Yuhua sect.

"Ye Chen, it's Ye Chen. He's not dead!"

Wu Zichuan's face showed a trace of excitement. Not only him, but also all the disciples of the feather sect burst into a burst of cheers. Ye Chen not only didn't die, but also led the people to break through the city gate. He can always bring surprises.

"Brother is not dead. He is still alive."

Ye Yao shed tears in her eyes. When she heard that ye Chen was involved in the space crack, she firmly believed that ye Chen would never die. Now, her firm belief has become a reality.

"Leaf dust!"

A cold color flashed in Fang Han's eyes. He raised his arm high and shouted loudly: "do it now and never let anyone go!"

The roaring sound came out, and the dazzling light broke out on countless experts. A surging terrorist attack like a tsunami condensed in the void, and the killing intention was so ferocious.

"Kill!"

When he opened his mouth again, Fang Han's body took a step forward and lit a strange purple flame, but at this time, a gentle moonlight sprinkled on him, making him feel his body tremble.

"Moon god blood seal!"

A clear sound came out, and an incomparably complex blood mark appeared in the void. In the center of the blood mark, there was a faint light.

The dim light is a short sword, dark moon sword.