Chapter 618: Dare Not Gamble

The power of this Holy Spirit Killing Formation is many times stronger than when Mo Fan first set it up to deal with the Saint Yunluo.

Wherever the sword points, it is invincible.

Even the top masters in the void felt some threat.

The Medicine Saint felt his hair stand on end and his heart skipped a beat.

The golden sword, which was completely made of spiritual energy, was three feet long and only a palm wide, but it was like the sickle of the god of death, which frightened him.

Mo Fan actually had the means to threaten the seventh-grade martial saint?

The Medicine Saint didn't want to take it head-on, but there was no other way.

Lin Yang in the ring trembled all over, his huge body dissipated bit by bit, and was blown into nothingness by the wind of annihilation, and he was in danger.

The Medicine Saint really didn't dare to wait any longer.

Gritting his teeth, the flames on his body became stronger, and the moisture in his body seemed to be drained.

Originally an old man with white hair and a youthful face, now looked like a dried corpse.

Medicine Saint used all his potential. For Lin Yang, he was desperate!

He saw that the Saint-killing Sword was about to penetrate his chest.

He suddenly turned sideways at the critical moment, bursting out with a stronger speed, and instantly made way for a distance!

But the Saint-killing Sword is not an ordinary thing after all. It is a ninth-grade formation that exerts its attack power to the extreme.

And as the formation master becomes stronger, its power will become stronger and stronger, reaching the extreme, and even threatening the ninth-grade saint.

Of course, he will not let Medicine Saint dodge so easily!

However, Medicine Saint also understood in his heart that he did not want to completely avoid the attack of the Saint-killing Sword, but to avoid the vital points and not let it hinder his speed of rescuing Lin Yang.

"Smash--"

A dull sound of a sharp weapon entering the flesh.

Medicine Saint's body trembled violently, and a trace of pain appeared on his dry old face, which was extremely hideous.

The body that was finally regained, but lost an arm again.

The arm was chopped off by the Saint-Slaying Sword and flew into the sky, spinning, but no trace of blood was left.

I don’t know whether the Saint-Slaying Sword sucked all the vitality from it at the moment of its impact, or the powerful explosion of the Medicine Saint had already evaporated all the water in the body, even without a trace of blood.

But the Medicine Saint didn’t care so much, and the whole person was like a skinny hungry ghost, passing through the electric wall and heading straight for Lin Yang.

In his hand, a ball of terrifying flames like the scorching sun went towards Mo Qingkuang who was controlling the strong wind in the air.

Han Yan’er, who had been worried, exclaimed in shock, her brain went blank in an instant, and she lost the ability to think.

Mo Qingkuang was also challenging his own limits at this moment. With his cultivation as a third-grade martial king, he forced the inheritance of Feng Bo, which put an extremely huge pressure on his body and soul.

At this moment, he could only rely on his willpower to persist until the wind of annihilation completely blew Lin Yang away, causing the final goal set by him and his ancestors.

But his physical condition at the moment was not much stronger than Lin Yang.

He was always on the verge of collapse when he used a force that did not belong to him.

Such an action was only to hurt the enemy and himself.

He could not move, and could only fight with Lin Yang until he was exhausted to death.

But now, the attack of the Medicine Saint had already arrived, which would surely be the key to breaking this balance.

That was an angry attack from the seventh-grade Martial Saint. Mo Qingkuang could not dodge. If he was hit, there would be no possibility of survival!

"Medicine Saint, no!"

All the saints screamed, especially the chief judge, the Saint of the Vast Sea, who gushed out a ball of inky black water and rushed straight to Mo Qingkuang, trying to extinguish the flames of the Medicine Saint that were as blazing as the sun!

But it was too late.

He thought that the Medicine Saint just wanted to rescue Lin Yang, and all the saints did not help.

One side was the former No. 1 alchemist on the continent who had been missing for thousands of years, and the other was a rising star on the Tianhan Continent, who was very likely the No. 1 formation master.

They did not want to offend anyone.

The two saints forcibly intervened in the final result of the genius battle. They just turned a blind eye to such a behavior that violated the rules.

After all, the current situation has already been decided. Even if the Medicine Saint saves Lin Yang, the winner must belong to Mo Qingkuang.

Deep down, they are more inclined to believe that the Medicine Saint can save Lin Yang.

The talent that Lin Yang has shown recently is really amazing. Even if he loses to Mo Qingkuang in this battle, his future achievements will surely not be weaker than Mo Qingkuang.

The two great geniuses are both the hope of Tianhan Continent.

Now is a time of turmoil. It is a pity that such a genius has fallen.

But they did not expect that the Medicine Saint not only wanted to save Lin Yang, but also wanted to kill Mo Qingkuang.

This is unacceptable to them.

It is clearly a pity that he has to die in the hands of a senior master even though he has been determined to be the first genius.

At this moment, the Heaven-Swallowing Great Sage transformed into a thousand-foot-tall golden roc, with a wingspan of thousands of feet, covering the sky and the sun, and came in an instant like a stream of light to rescue Mo Qingkuang.

Lin Yang should not die, and Mo Qingkuang should not die even more.

The inheritors of the two great gods have the hope of reaching the realm of gods in the future.

At the same time, Mo Fan's figure had already disappeared.

He was well prepared, and although his speed was slightly slower than that of the Heaven-Swallowing Great Sage, it was also very fast.

Shuttled through the void, holding a golden iron rod in his right hand, the Saint-Slaying Sword that had just cut off the right arm of the Medicine Saint had flown into his left hand at some point.

In fact, he was closer to Lin Yang than the Medicine Saint.

In a brief moment, countless thoughts flashed through Mo Fan's mind.

Since Medicine Saint had already attacked Mo Qingkuang, it was understandable that he attacked Lin Yang. Even if he killed Lin Yang, the saints could not find any fault.

After all, Medicine Saint was the first to attack.

And with his speed, he could even kill Lin Yang before Medicine Saint, and no one could save him.

But Mo Fan hesitated.

On one side was the original protagonist whom he had been thinking about day and night and trying to destroy for several years. Now was the best opportunity. With one strike, he could complete the task.

On the other side was the descendant whom he had cultivated with all his strength. The two depended on each other, went through life and death together.

If he killed Lin Yang, then Mo Qingkuang would have to die under the attack of Medicine Saint.

Was he going to bet that Saint of Vast Sea and Great Saint of Plundering Heaven could stop Mo Qingkuang in time?

Although Mo Qingkuang's death had no effect on Mo Fan, there was nothing about Mo Qingkuang in his main quest.

Mo Qingkuang should have died several years ago.

It was he who changed his fate against all odds and saved him, and helped him become the top genius on the continent, enough to compete with the chosen one Lin Yang.

Although Mo Qingkuang had sacrificed his life in exchange for his own escape, he later resurrected him and improved his strength a lot.

He even arranged a beautiful marriage for him.

Strictly speaking, Mo Fan deserved Mo Qingkuang.

He used a little person who should have died many years ago to exchange for the death of a chosen one.

It was a sure win no matter how you looked at it.

But countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he finally made up his mind.

He couldn't bear to let Mo Qingkuang die.

He didn't dare to gamble!