Chapter 647: Death as Atonement

Everyone held their breath to see who would have the upper hand in this decisive blow between the grandfather and grandson.

Mo Fan was very confident. Although his realm was slightly lower than Mo Qingkuang, Mo Qingkuang had absorbed the remaining power of the Demon Emperor after all.

It was like forcing the growth of seedlings, and the foundation was unstable.

The attainment of formations did not mean that one could have a qualitative leap just because one had enough strength.

The Saint-killing Sword in his hand was fundamentally different from the God-killing Sword in his hand.

Mo Fan firmly believed that the last sword could shatter the Saint-killing Sword in Mo Qingkuang's hand and finally defeat him.

However, Mo Fan was still unwilling to take his life. He was ready to destroy his cultivation as a punishment after defeating him.

Just as the two were about to collide, Mo Fan suddenly felt a huge force descending on his body.

The force was strange and evil, which made him feel cold in his heart.

He was shocked and his momentum slowed down.

It was the Demon Emperor who took action!

Mo Fan was shocked.

He and Mo Qingkuang were fighting so fiercely that he forgot that there was a Demon Emperor watching closely.

It was ridiculous that he actually believed the Demon Emperor's nonsense that Mo Qingkuang should fight him first.

He was a foreign race, and he wanted to invade Tianhan Continent. How could he let two people who wanted to kill him fight to the death without adding insult to injury!

At this moment, Mo Fan's mind turned, and he must not let the Demon Emperor succeed no matter what!

"If you want to touch me! You will lose a layer of skin!"

Mo Fan shouted, turned around and slashed with a sword.

The shocking sword light crossed the sky, slashed out a streak, and went straight to the Demon Emperor who had disappeared into the void.

Mo Qingkuang also sensed it and cursed the Demon Emperor for being shameless.

But it was too late, his sword had already reached Mo Fan's back.

"Puff——"

It was the sound of the sword entering the body.

Then there was a roar.

The Demon Emperor was slashed back by Mo Fan, and a trace of blood was scratched on his face.

"Hmph!" The Demon Emperor wiped the blood off his face.

He thought he could take this opportunity to sneak attack Mo Fan.

Unexpectedly, he ignored Mo Qingkuang's attack and turned around to attack him.

The power that burst out was stronger than every time before, even he had to dodge.

His face was still scratched.

However, Mo Qingkuang's sword must have pierced into Mo Fan's body, and he must have been seriously injured.

But when he looked closely, there was no tip of the Saint-killing Sword emerging from Mo Fan's chest and abdomen.

Unharmed?

Looking back, Mo Qingkuang maintained the posture of stabbing forward with the sword, but his whole body was trembling and his eyes were dull.

On the edge of his sword, a beautiful woman blocked the sword that was bound to win.

"Yan... Yan'er!" Mo Qingkuang's lips trembled in disbelief.

At the critical moment, it was Han Yan'er who burst out the potential of life and blocked the sword for Mo Fan.

"You can't kill him! He is your benefactor, he is our benefactor!" Han Yan'er's face was painless, as if it was a kind of relief.

She looked at Mo Qingkuang affectionately, stretched out her hand, wanted to touch the face that was already a little unfamiliar, but was unable to lift it.

Human potential is unlimited. Han Yan'er burned the source of life, burned the soul, burned the spirit body, burned everything.

Only at this moment did the most gorgeous scene of life bloom.

Blocked Mo Qingkuang's sword that was determined to win.

But even if she failed to block this sword, she would not survive.

She stimulated everything that could increase her strength.

Han Su, who had already rushed halfway, was even more shocked.

She also reacted and burned her life to save Mo Fan.

But she was shaken away by the power of the Demon Emperor who had been prepared, and failed to arrive in time.

On the contrary, Han Yan'er's breath was not blocked at all because of Mo Qingkuang's absolute trust, and even had some protection.

Only then was she able to block the sword at the critical moment.

But the empress was already satisfied. She looked at Han Yan'er with some heartache and could no longer support herself.

She vomited blood, her soul was injured, and she fell down with a weak breath.

Pingtian Dasheng was quick-witted and caught her immediately, and used his energy to heal her.

Although Han Su, who was interrupted by the Demon Emperor, survived, he was seriously injured and had no strength to fight again.

"Yan'er? Yan'er! Why!" Mo Qingkuang was emotional, but he didn't dare to get angry.

Because he was afraid that a slight energy fluctuation would cause Han Yan'er's body to collapse.

He really loved Han Yan'er, and Han Yan'er taught him what love is.

She could enter the ice cave where she was in danger of death in order to keep up with his pace.

She could be an enemy of Lin Yang, who had become the Holy Son of Yaoshen Mountain, for her own sake.

She taught herself that love is dedication.

She turned a playboy into a responsible man.

But now, she died in the hands of the person she loved the most.

"Mo Qingkuang, Kuang Qing." Han Yan'er murmured Mo Qingkuang's real name and pseudonym weakly, looking at him steadily.

As if she wanted to remember his face at the last moment of her life.

Everything about her had been annihilated by the power of the Saint-Slaying Sword.

As if a breeze blew by, Han Yan'er's body slowly drifted away, like a handful of dust.

"Where is the wind!" Mo Qingkuang was furious!

He used all his strength to confine this space.

As the master of wind, the god of wind, he actually watched his lover being blown away by the wind.

What kind of humiliation is this?

Tears kept falling from his red eyes, wetting his face.

"Yan'er! Yan'er! I'm crying, come and wipe my tears..." His heart seemed to be missing a piece.

Although he betrayed Mo Fan, he never thought of abandoning his lover.

"Ah——"

The whole world did not respond, and Mo Qingkuang screamed in pain.

"Why? Why! I just want to prove myself, why are you doing this?" Mo Qingkuang cried with his head in his hands.

As his emotions fluctuated, his breath rolled, and the whole sky was gusting with wind.

"Qingkuang! You've taken the wrong path!" Mo Shan's body began to burn.

His strength was only that of a martial master, and he rose into the air against the fierce wind.

"You have been strong since you were young and lived in praise, but once you failed, you became a laughing stock.

Do you know that honest words are unpleasant to the ear?

It is the strict requirements of the ancestors that have led to today and the present you.

Even if he has never praised you, he recognizes you in his heart, otherwise why doesn't he choose someone else?"

Mo Shan said gently.

It seemed that it was not him who was burning his body and soul, and there was no pain.

"Father...Father! Don't!" Mo Qingkuang was terrified. He wanted to use his own power to stop Mo Shan.

"Don't stop me!" Mo Shan shook his head. I have shattered my soul. You can't save me anymore.

"I, Mo Shan, have always been proud of you. I thought I would be satisfied to see you get married and become famous. Even if you get there, I can explain to your mother."

"But how did you end up like this? How can I explain to your mother?"

"You are already an adult. You have a wife and a family. Why do you still want to be a child obsessed with others' praise?"

"You are eager to be recognized. Then you can drive the aliens out of Tianhan Continent before your ancestors. By then, I believe that no one will not sing praises for you."

"But you betrayed your own race, betrayed Your benefactor betrayed your ancestors and used the power of foreign races to help you move this mountain. People in the world will only despise you! "

"You must remember that your father will teach you the last thing today."

"To defeat a person's shadow, you don't have to destroy him, but surpass him! If you can drive away the foreign race, or even destroy it, then the ancestor has been surpassed by you."

"And he can't surpass you anymore, because your achievements are no longer replicable."

"Son, you have gone astray."

Mo Shan sighed, just like an old father, teaching his children before his death.

Mo Qingkuang burst into tears, choking and silent.

Mo Shan's body had been burned to his neck.

He couldn't turn his head, and he confessed: "Ancestor, the unworthy descendant Mo Shan has failed to teach his children, and he will die to apologize. "