Chapter 555: Sea-Splitting Knife

There was a soft drink, followed by the sound of Qingyue's sword.

Wherever the sword light of the two fifth-grade martial saints passed, an evil long sword suddenly appeared.

The long sword exuded a strange evil aura, and just by standing there, it cut into pieces the two invincible sword lights.

It was actually Congyun Ya, the sword of Congyun Sword Saint King Sun and Moon!

Cong Yun Ya contains the aura of a foreign race and has a very strong killing instinct. Even with Wang Riyue's superb cultivation and such a firm sword heart, it is still very difficult to control it.

But its power is also quite terrifying.

"Sword Master Cong Yun, do you insist on having trouble with our brothers?" The expressions of the two sword-wielding martial saints changed.

With just one meeting, they felt Wang Riyue's powerful strength.

Although Wang Riyue's cultivation level was only two levels stronger than theirs, his true combat power was far above them.

"You ruined someone's wedding. Have you lived like a dog for so many years?" Wang Riyue looked displeased.

He has a good sense of Mo Fan, and their friendship is also very close. If someone makes trouble at the wedding of Mo Fan's descendant, and even hurts Mo Fan, he will naturally not stand by and watch.

He jumped up and jumped in front of the two martial saints.

Cong Yunya roared like a ghost and slowly flew into his hand.

"Don't move, otherwise I won't be able to control the sword in my hand."

The two martial saints looked extremely ugly, but they really didn't dare to move.

Because they could already feel the swords in their hands starting to tremble.

Although Cong Yunya is an evil sword, it is also the emperor of swords, and ordinary swords are simply not qualified to compare with it.

Ordinary swords break into pieces at a touch.

This is not the first time Mo Fan has seen Wang Riyue take action. The last time Wang Riyue fought against Monk Yichen, he looked like he was strolling around.

It was still more vividly reflected this time, as if the two fifth-grade martial saints were still not Wang Riyue's limit.

With his strength, he can also challenge more powerful masters.

"Brother Wang, thank you!" Mo Fan shouted softly, taking advantage of Wang Riyue to hold back the two Martial Saints, his pressure was greatly reduced, and he went towards Saint Yunluo again.

Saint Yunluo was shocked, and stamped his slender body behind the shield-holding Martial Saint.

The shield-wielding martial saint was not easy to deal with either. Seeing his two companions being restrained by Wang Riyue, he snorted coldly: "Do you think I can't deal with you alone?"

But he saw him smash the big shield into the ground, and the huge force made the whole ground tremble.

Then with the big shield as the center, a thick light shield emerged, covering both him and Saint Yunluo.

The light shield was so deep that it was difficult to see what was going on inside. Mo Fan felt that it was not a shield at all, but more like a mountain.

Deep and steady.

Mo Fan took out the golden cudgel, and with a thought, the golden cudgel became extremely huge.

He rolled violently in the air, causing the golden hoop to swing straight down towards the light shield.

"Bang!"

Terrifying energy fluctuations spread throughout the venue, shaking everyone to their knees.

But Mo Fan only felt a huge rebound force coming, and his whole body was blown away. He fell back dozens of feet before he could barely release the force.

But the energy mask was motionless, not even a crack.

Mo Fan was shocked!

There is actually someone with such strong defensive power in this world.

His own golden cudgel, weighing tens of millions of pounds, could not even break through the opponent's defense when he swung it with great force?

Does it mean there is nothing you can do?

In fact, if Mo Fan uses the formation, there may not be anything he can do against him.

However, if the ninth-grade spiritual formation is used, it must be extremely destructive. Then the entire palace will be destroyed, and Mo Qingkuang's wedding will be ruined.

If there is no last resort, Mo Fan would still try not to use the formation.

"The Monkey King is in trouble. Although the Barrier Saint is not good at attacking, his defensive power is second to none in the world. Back then, he once guarded the cracks in the Medicine God Mountain alone on the foreign battlefield for an hour, waiting for reinforcements to arrive."

"At that time, there were three alien emperors leading dozens of strong men to attack together, and it was still difficult to shake."

Master Chong Ling, who was watching the battle from a distance, frowned and sighed softly.

This barrier saint is not an unknown person, but he has been guarding the cracks and rarely comes out.

He once had brilliant achievements, and although his cultivation was not very high, he was one of the Dinghai Shenzhen of Medicine God Mountain.

Unexpectedly, this time for Saint Yunluo, Zhong Ze, who had put down his guard to guard the cracks, came out to protect him.

The empty eyes next to him were also a little strange.

This level of fighting shocked him, and maybe he would have the opportunity to reach this level decades later, but now, for him, being able to watch this kind of fighting was a pleasure.

It doesn't matter to him whether it's Mo Fan who suffers a loss or Saint Yunluo's Barrier Saint suffers a loss.

Whether it was Mo Fan who caused him to destroy his family or his country, or Saint Yunluo who had ulterior motives, they were not good things in his heart.

It's just a fun thing to watch.

But Mo Qingkuang was anxious. His ancestor, who had always been invincible, could even kill the fourth-grade rain-making saint with a stick, but he was helpless against this barrier saint.

His heart was filled with impatience.

I just regret that my strength is low and I can't provide help to my ancestors, who are guarding their wedding.

"There are too few people... If there are 100,000 enemies, I might be able to break through this person's defense using the Crazy Demon Stick." Mo Fan murmured to himself, thinking about how to deal with it.

If Saint Yunluo succeeds this time, the reputation of both his ancestors and his grandson will be ruined.

"Don't waste your energy. Even an eighth-grade saint may not be able to break my defense. You will be exhausted and it will be useless." The Barrier Saint smiled coldly.

Mo Fan's attack was no different from tickling him.

"Are you going to let me drink? It's a great thing, but the dishes haven't been served yet. I came all the way here!"

At this moment, a rough roar came from the door of the hall.

Then a shocking knife light soared into the sky and went straight to the energy shield of the Barrier Saint.

"It's you, this turtle shell, that's taking up space here!"

The knife light fell with the sound and chopped on the energy shield.

The energy shield that Mo Fan was powerless to break with the golden hoop just now was as fragile as tofu at this moment and split into two.

The Barrier Saint staggered back more than ten steps with a large shield in his hand. On his large shield, a clearly visible knife mark attracted people's attention.

His face was flushed, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered a big injury.

Looking at the knife light, his pupils suddenly shrank: "Sea-Splitting Knife? Li Jiahao!"

The knife of the second dog saint Li Jiahao is much more famous than his title!

Since he started practicing, he only focused on attacking and not on defense.

Every day, he swung the knife thousands of times at the seaside, almost every day.

Until he became a saint, he split the sea with one knife, deep to the bottom of the sea, and could not be restored for a long time.

The name of the Sea-Splitting Knife also came from this.

Once on the battlefield of alien races, Li Jiahao fell with one knife, and hundreds of alien races were wiped out.

Among them was an alien emperor whose cultivation was not inferior to his.

If the Barrier Saint is the strongest shield, Li Jiahao is the sharpest spear!

This time, the spear had the upper hand in the confrontation.