My script is a supporting role

Song Xianqiao knew that if the rumors were true, it would be very difficult to take down Mo Chen with people like Feiyugong, let alone Murong Qingyue who was already in the Spiritual Realm.

So I tried my best to encourage Rong Shaowei and other people in the tavern to do it together.

Rong Shaowei wanted to gain prestige with all his heart, and immediately shouted at the sergeant behind him, "All generals obey the order, take down Mo Chen, and there will be a lot of rewards!"

The sergeants responded in unison, rushed forward in unison, flashed their sabers, the bloody fighting spirit was ignited, and gathered into a two-winged dragon in the air.

They are all relatives brought by Rong Shaowei from the original department, so the battle spirit is very different from the Zhenbei frontier army.

It's just that although there are many of them, the Wyvern with two wings has a vague appearance, and its momentum is not as powerful as Huang Zonglin's seven or eight furious tigers.

The disciples of Flying Fish Palace also got up from the ground humming and chirping, picked up their weapons, endured the pain in their bodies, and once again formed a sword array.

Thinking of the huge reward offered, the drinkers couldn't help being a little bit moved, but they didn't dare to go up alone, and said with a dry smile: "Big guys come together, the reward is divided equally, how about it?"

After saying this, among the other drinkers, no one responded.

Deaf Liu usually has bad ears, but today he can hear very clearly. He said coldly, "What other people say is their business. I, Deaf Liu, have bad ears, but my eyes are still good."

"Where does this young man look like someone from the Demon Sect?"

The drinkers said, "Where are we going to know right and wrong?"

"We risk our lives to the death, isn't it just for money?"

"We take people and take bounties. As for what is unfair, others will naturally judge."

Deaf Six simply sat down and said sarcastically, "I have walked so many times on the side road of Guanshan, don't you know how much I weigh?"

"Some money can be earned, and some money, even if you sell your life, you can't earn it!"

It suddenly occurred to me that the miraculous performance of listening to the dice today, wouldn't it be another way of making money in the future?

Over there, Rong Shaowei's subordinates and Feiyu Palace disciples had already formed a formation, and Mo Chen laughed long, and rushed forward to meet the sword formation of Feiyu Palace.

The disciples of the Feiyu Palace cheered up, and amidst the shouts, the long sword burst out with sharp sword energy again, crossing vertically and horizontally, and laying down a sword net.

Mo Chen was unafraid, with a faint golden light glowing all over his body, he slammed into the sword net.

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

The clear chants of gold and iron chirping are crisp.

The sword energy cut on Mo Chen's body, but it was like cutting on gold and iron, without any harm.

Mo Chen swung his backhand and slapped the row of sharp long swords with his palm.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

All the long swords were broken.

Since there is no sword, the sword formation ceases to exist.

The Feiyu Palace disciple who lost his long sword was shocked and retreated hastily.

The eyes of the drinkers who were still a bit whimsical suddenly opened wide, and they couldn't close their mouths for a while.

Previously, Huang Zonglin and others formed an army formation, gathering blood and fighting spirits, with extraordinary momentum.

He even fought with these Flying Fish Palace disciples for a while before defeating them.

This young man named Mo Chen broke his sword formation after only a few encounters!

What kind of strength is needed to do this?

Several drinkers looked at Deaf No. [-] with reverence: "Sure enough, Deaf No. [-] is really a hidden expert!"

Secretly glad I didn't go up.

Sure enough, some money, even if you risk your life to earn it, you can't earn it.

Zhang Tiancheng and Zhu Zhenghe saw that the sword array was broken, so they rushed up to try to suppress Mo Chen, but they didn't get any better, and the long sword in their hands was broken within two encounters.

At this time, Zhang Tiancheng let out a low growl suddenly.

The blue veins on his forehead stood out again, his eyes were bloodshot, and the cobweb-like blood threads around his eye sockets spread out.

But this time, Zhu Zhenghe had the same change as him!

The body muscles of the two swelled, and a powerful force burst out suddenly, and both attacked Mo Chen.

Murong Qingyue had seen the contest between Zhang Tiancheng and Huang Zonglin before, and knew that if there was any abnormality in this person, his strength would increase greatly.

As soon as Qianyan Feiyu waved, he wanted to step forward to assist Mo Chen.

Song Xianqiao pointed the long sword in his hand and blocked her way, "Miss Murong, no!"

Earlier, Murong Qingyue blocked him and let him lose the opportunity. Unexpectedly, the two of them switched roles so quickly.

Murong Qingyue's brows seemed to have frozen frost, she shouted sharply: "Get out of the way!"

Following her loud shout, the entire tavern suddenly felt as cold as winter in Guanshan, and snowflakes fell in the air.

Song Xianqiao's complexion changed drastically, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Fourth Grade Sword Intent!"

"Frozen Winter!"

Chapter 264 The Alienation Is Not Full

In the tavern, white and crystal-clear snowflakes fluttered every now and then.

The snowflakes do not fly fast, but each snowflake contains a sharp sword intent.

And under Murong Qingyue's feet, a thin layer of ice condensed.

Song Xianqiao is also a sword cultivator, and has already reached the fifth level of Spirituality. In terms of realm, he is naturally higher than Murong Qingyue who has just stepped into the Spirituality.

But Song Xianqiao is over 40 years old this year, but he has only comprehended the Seventh Grade Sword Intent.

Compared with the difference in realm, the level of comprehension of sword intent between the two is even more different.

Murong Qingyue took a step forward, and the flakes of flying snow suddenly accelerated as if being blown by a cold wind.

Song Xianqiao took a step back, and said, "The Flying Fish Palace is only for eliminating demons and defending the Tao, and the Qingli Sect is a great school of cultivation, please respect your identity."

He was quite afraid of Murong Qingyue, and he didn't want to tear face with a big faction like Qingli Sect, so he took a move to resolve the situation by retreating.

But Murong Qingyue didn't listen at all, and took another step forward, Feixue became more and more fierce.

A snowflake streaked across the vermilion lacquered pillar, and with a thud, a deep gash was drawn on it.

Murong Qingyue said coldly: "If you get out of the way, everything will be fine!"

Song Xianqiao was in a dilemma for a while.

If he didn't fight, his prestige in the Flying Fish Palace would definitely be damaged, and even Rong Shaowei, who had a crush on him just now, might be disappointed in him.

But if you do it, it is equivalent to standing on the opposite side with Qinglizong.

How can a small Flying Fish Palace compete with the Qingli Sect?

At this time, Tuobei's voice came to his ears again: "If you succeed, you will not only get the support of the divine religion, but also rely on the big tree of the military. Are you still afraid of a Qingli sect?"

As soon as the words fell, Song Xianqiao felt a surge of heat in his body, getting hotter and hotter.

This heat quickly flowed through his body, limbs and bones, as if injecting infinite power into his body.

At the same time, an indescribable killing intent rose in his heart at the same time.

All the scruples and doubts just now seemed to be no longer important.

Song Xianqiao's eyes were red, he shouted violently, his sword intent suddenly emerged, and he stretched out the long sword straight to Murong Qingyue.

The entire tavern was suddenly covered by clouds and fog, and a thick blue mist rose up.

Seventh-grade sword intent, Qingyun emerges from Xiu!

And in this thick mist, there are still traces of bloody aura.

When Murong Qingyue saw the opponent making a move, she didn't say much, countless fiery red birds instantly transformed from Qianyan Feiyu, and flew away with flying snow flying all over the sky.

The flying snow collided with the blue mist, which was hard to resist and dissipated quickly.

But when the flying snow and the bloody aura in the mist touched, there was only a sizzling sound, but both of them melted.

Murong Qingyue's eyes froze, and the momentum of the snow skyrocketed.

Song Xianqiao only felt that his whole body was burning hot, and the killing intent in his heart could not be restrained. Holding a long sword, he charged straight up against the blizzard.

Countless flying snows flew across his body, but only scratched his clothes.

Song Xianqiao rushed straight in front of Murong Qingyue, swiping his sword horizontally.

Murong Qingyue strayed sideways and dodged this sword.

And she clearly noticed that looking through Song Xianqiao's torn sleeve, the skin on his arm showed a strange blood-red color, and under the skin, there was even a faint layer of blue scales.

"What Mo Chen said is indeed true!"

At this time, Mo Chen over there hit two heavy punches, knocking the runaway Zhang Tiancheng and Zhu Zhenghe to the ground heavily.

Mo Chen didn't stop, and stepped forward to beat him violently again.

While beating, he taunted: "This level is far from enough!"

"Let me see your true strength!"

Zhang Tiancheng howled angrily, and the bloodshot eyes became more and more bloodshot, popping up violently.

Mo Chen smiled lightly, "That's it!"

The solid fist had a golden luster, and once again knocked Zhang Tiancheng over with his fist.

"That's right, that's it, show your true appearance!"

Mo Chen stood the closest, and had already seen tiny blue scales melt around Zhang Tiancheng's eye sockets.

If he continues to alienate, he will reveal the form of a monster!

However, to his surprise, this time, Zhang Tiancheng just fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and never got up to fight again.

And the scales and bloodshot around his eye sockets gradually dissipated.

Mo Chen stopped slowly and snorted coldly.

"Tuobei, you are really smart."

Obviously, Tuobei has realized that Mo Chen's strength is far beyond his expectations.

Even with the addition of alienated monster power, Zhang Tiancheng and Zhu Zhenghe are still no match for Mo Dust.

Instead of exposing the true condition of the blood spirit orb after complete alienation, it is better to retreat temporarily and plan later.

Seeing that the people from Flying Fish Palace could not restrain Mo Chen, Rong Shaowei hurriedly ordered to his sergeant, "Go! Capture Mo Chen!"

The sergeants all shouted a bugle.

"Blood weapon breaks the army!"

The long knife ignited the battle spirit, and the two-winged dragon of the battle spirit opened its mouth and let out a long dragon chant.

Dozens of sergeants raised their momentum, and they all shot together, with fighting spirit surging, and their swords shining like practice.

The golden light on Mo Chen's fists was shining brightly, and he swung his fists hard.

A golden dragon with five claws suddenly appeared in front of him.

When Rong Shaowei saw the golden dragon, his face changed slightly.

"This?"

"impossible……"