All Worlds Xpress System

Chapter 363
Nangong Mo's eyes were fixed on Zhao Hun, "This person's strength is unfathomable. If it is the real Han Tian, ​​he might be able to compete with him, but after all, Han Tian is me, and I am not Han Tian. Plus, there is no weapon that can withstand Han Tian's strength. The chances of winning are even smaller."

"Little Mo, why do you have to struggle needlessly." Nangong Feng shook his head, "You can't beat Zhao Hun."

Nangong Mo fell silent and said no more.

rumbling~
A gust of wind blew by, Nangong Mo frowned, and when he opened his consciousness, he saw other people from the Eight Pavilions besieging the disciples of the Yao Pavilion.

"Be careful!" Tu Shan Yaya's worried voice came from beside her ear.

Only then did Nangong Mo come back to his senses, and when he took a closer look, Zhao Hun flashed in front of him at some point.

Tu Shan Yaya wanted to rescue her, but Zhao Hun's coercion directly locked Tu Shan Yaya there.

"You moved my brother, asked me if I did!"

A magic blade pierced through the void and slashed towards Zhao Hun.

Zhao Hun felt the endless devil's death energy attached to the magic blade, and was slightly startled. Even in the divine realm, he felt threatened by this magic blade.

Zhao Hun subconsciously dodged directly, his footsteps were light, and his figure was in front of Nangongfeng in an instant.

"Han Tian...or Nangong, long time no see." Cang Yuanzi rode the wolf and walked to Nangong Mo step by step.

"Wow!" Canglang rubbed his head against Nangong Mo very affectionately.

"Old man." Nangong Mo heaved a sigh of relief.

"Dongfang Haoran has met Emperor Hantian." Dongfang Haoran knelt down on one knee.

There was awe in his eyes, the man in front of him was a legend of a generation, he could kill ten gods with one move, and the existence that made the gods fear, was worthy of his kneeling and worshiping by the Eastern Heavenly Emperor!
"Nangong, this is Dongfang Haoran, titled Emperor of Heaven, and now he is traveling through the void with me." Cang Yuanzi waved his hand, "Alright, let's talk about the specifics later. This sword should be returned to its original owner.”

A long sword floated in the air, as if sensing the breath of its master, it floated to Nangong Mo's side, and circled around Nangong Mo continuously.

"Sword of Burying God!" Nangong Mo was delighted. He originally thought that the Sword of Burying God had been destroyed by evil thoughts, but he didn't expect it to still be there.

Stretching out his right hand, the God Burying Sword automatically fell into his hand.

boom--

Nangong Mo only felt that the power in his body was slowly being sucked into the Burial God Sword. He just smiled and didn't stop it.

For so many years, the Burial God Sword has followed him, and it has long been a part of him. If he can't even trust the Burial God Sword, then he can't trust anyone else.

嗡

An incomparably powerful force spread from the Burial God Sword, and a huge phantom gathered behind Nangong Mo.

Xu Ying had white hair, looked down at Zhao Hun with a cold expression, and said lightly, "God? Ridiculous!"

The tone of his voice that looked down upon the world was shocking.

With a light wave of Xuying's sword finger, Nangong Mo's body couldn't help but slashed away with his sword.

This sword is extremely gorgeous, and the ice-blue sword light is like a dancing ice dragon, which is fascinating.

If it weren't for the fierce aura on the sword light, everyone present would have thought it was "art".

"This is the true power of Han Tian in the legend! That sword completely guides Han Tian's power, and it's interesting to use this sword." Zhao Hun was not afraid, but was full of fighting spirit.

"Okay, withdraw, leave Wanjie Academy to them." Nangongfeng smiled, keeping his eyes on Cang Yuanzi, "It's not a loss this time, and we are one step closer to our goal."

"Yes." Zishu Che Bai said.

Zhao Hun could only suppress his fighting spirit, flipped his palms, and unleashed his divine power wantonly, carrying Nangong Feng and Zishu Chebai to tear apart the almost frozen space and leave.

Xu Ying seemed to have expected this a long time ago. With a wave of his hand, the sword light dissipated immediately. He looked at Cang Yuanzi, and then at Tu Shan Yaya, with deep reluctance.

The phantom gradually dissipated, and Nangong Mo knelt on one knee, gasping for breath.

Tu Shanya's blue hair returned to its original appearance, and quickly helped Nangong Mo up.

Nangong Mo shook his head slightly, "Yaya, I'm fine, you go and kill all those who besiege the disciples of the Demon Pavilion. After that, Wanjie Academy will only have one voice."

"Then... I'll go first, Cang Yuanzi, take care of Nangong." Tu Shan nodded Yaya.

After speaking, he left.

"Nangong, are you alright?" Cang Yuanzi walked over, with a rare smile on his cold zombie face, "You will be defeated even in cold weather."

"Haha, who has never been defeated? You were chased to death back then, and it wasn't me who saved you." Nangong Mo joked.

With a slight movement, Han Tian withdrew his strength and returned to its original state again.

"Ahem, who was chased to death, besides, did I ask you to save me?" Cang Yuanzi was ashamed.

"Ow."

Cang Lang ran to Nangong Mo and stared at Cang Yuanzi with contempt.

"Haha, look, Jie said yes." Nangong Mo laughed.

Cang Yuanzi looked at Jie with resentment on his face, "I have been with you for so many years, but the result is not as good as this guy."

Jie shook his head in embarrassment.

"Old Man, your strength has become much stronger." Nangong Mo said suddenly.

Cang Yuanzi looked at Nangong Mo, and said after a long time, "Well, I met some adventures."

"It's still a bit of an adventure, and my strength is higher than my peak." Nangong Mo said with a smile, suddenly his expression was shocked, when did he position himself as Han Tian?

"You must pay attention in the future, Han Tian is me, I am not Han Tian." Nangong Mo was secretly vigilant in his heart.

"Hehe." Cang Yuanzi smiled.

"Old Cang, in your eyes, am I Han Tian or Nangong Mo?" Nangong Mo's tone changed.

"Huh? Why did you suddenly ask this question?" Cang Yuanzi put away his smile, "Nangong Mo is Han Tian, ​​and Han Tian is Nangong Mo."

"No, I feel that Han Tian is not Nangong Mo, but Nangong Mo is Han Tian. I feel more and more like Han Tian, ​​not Nangong Mo." Nangong Mo said with a smile, in his smile, he seemed to be sneering, but also seemed to be laughing at himself .

"You think too much. No matter what, it will always be you, isn't it?" Cang Yuanzi said lightly.

"I'm worried that Han Tian will replace me one day." Nangong Mo felt relieved, this question had been in his mind for too long, and it was more comfortable to say it.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to think so, it's ridiculous, that's fine, I'll go first." Cang Yuanzi laughed a few times, and when his figure moved, the space instantly shattered, and he left quickly with Cang Yuanzi.

Nangong Mo shook his head, looked at the Burying God Sword in his hand, and murmured, "Buying God Sword, if one day you say that Han Tian will replace me, then what should I do."

嗡

The Burying God Sword flicked slightly, Nangong Mo smiled, "You told me not to worry, if such a day really comes, you will never leave?"

嗡

The Burying God Sword flicked again.

Nangong Mo smiled slightly. Just about to speak, he suddenly raised his head and said coldly, "Who!"

(End of this chapter)