"Come on the sword!" He shouted softly.

The sound of the clanging sword suddenly sounded, killing, killing, killing, killing, and killing the four swords of Zhu Jue were floating around him with cold light, aiming at the sword in all directions.

Mo Fan thought, and the four swords were as fast as four lasers, flying towards the 9 people.

The 9 people had not yet run far, but felt a pain in their bodies. The 9 people looked at their chests one after another and saw a sword light piercing their bodies like a needle thread.

"Puff..." Blood stained the sky.

None of the 9 people ran away and fell into the yellow sand, his eyes quickly dissipated.

At this moment, the 81 drought-bags roared and also arrived at Mo Fan.

The sharp claws shone with a faint light, and they were catching Mo Fan in a dark way, which made people creepy.

"Master, be careful!" Zhou Jie frowned slightly and quickly reminded.

Her body was tempered by Pan Longjue, and her toughness was comparable to steel, but she could still be scratched by these droughts, which was enough to show the effectiveness of these droughts.

Mo Fan glanced at the drought-hard wharfs disapproved, and his face showed no turbulence.

His 81 drought bars and corpse witch formations may not be able to escape from their hands.

After all, these droughts are not only meaningless in life and death, but also have super strong recovery, and are also extremely powerful. They are as fast as wind and bloodthirsty as life. The terrifying body makes countless people frightened.

However, in front of him, these droughts were no different from a group of puppets.

If you want to deal with him, you will need at least a thousand-year-old King of Ba or a longer-term Master of Ba.

He didn't move his fingers, not only did he not kill them, but instead walked towards these drought-and-drunks.

"Everything is dead, go wherever you should."

Just one sentence, it seemed as if it had infinite magic power. A cold wind that came from behind appeared around him and blew towards the drought in front of him.

The extremely vicious Drought Ba's body suddenly stagnated, as if it was hit by a fixed mantra.

The next moment, the green light in Hanba's eyes was like a candlelight flashing in the strong wind, floating around.

"Puzzle!" Many drought-hard fell down in a row.

The remaining drought-bars wearing ancient clothes struggled for a moment in their eyes, and then fell into the desert after extinguishing them.

In one sentence, all the droughts turned into a mummy and were quickly submerged by yellow sand.

Zhou Jie looked at the dry wharf on the ground, and his eyes flashed with shock and loss.

She has reached the peak of foundation building and is only one step away from Mo Fan's innate realm.

She thought he was getting closer and closer to Mo Fan, but who knew that the distance was getting farther and farther.

These droughts almost made her captured alive by the Luo family. It was just a matter of one sentence for Mo Fan. Such awareness shows everything.

Mo Fan seemed to see Zhou Jie's thoughts and smiled slightly.

"When you reach my level, you will know how terrible you and your sword are."

What he gave Zhou Jie was the best sword technique in the world of cultivation. How could it be bad?

"Really?" Zhou Jie raised his eyebrows slightly and said in confusion.

"As long as you want to believe in the sword in your hand and yourself." Mo Fan said.

Cultivating Taoism is to cultivate the mind. No matter how strong the sword technique is, it is just a silver-like spear tip.

Just like a person holding a top-level weapon, he doesn't believe that this weapon can kill people, nor does he believe that he can kill people. No matter how good the weapon is, he can't kill people.

Many people give up halfway through practicing Taoism, not because they have no opportunities, nor because their skills are not strong enough, but because their minds of Taoism are unstable.

"I remember, disciple." Zhou Jie nodded, his eyes were filled with loss and replaced by a touch of tenacity.

Her momentum also changed because of this sentence, like a sword that washed away the dust, and the light shone again.

Mo Fan nodded with satisfaction, pinched a poison avoidance curse and Qingmu Jue in his hand, and landed on Zhou Jie.

Black smoke floated out of Zhou Jie's body, and the wound recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mo Fan gave Zhou Jie a few more Essence Pills, and Zhou Jie's face was as slow as usual.

After doing all this, Mo Fan spoke again.

"The little fox has been caught in the Luo family?"

Zhou Jie was surrounded by the Luo family here, and obviously did not catch up with the Luo family. Even if he caught up, he could not save him.

"I don't know this either." Zhou Jie frowned and hesitated for a moment.

"What?" Mo Fan asked in confusion with a frown.

"I chased after halfway, and the car that the person who took away the little fox disappeared directly. I ran to Mobei and couldn't find anyone." Zhou Jie said truthfully.

The man originally wanted to escape by plane, but she cut off one of his wings with a sword.

The man had to drive all the way to Mobei, and Zhou Jie also chased him all the way.

Not long after arriving in Mobei, the sky was clear a moment ago, and a dragon whirlwind suddenly appeared.

The whole sky was filled with hands and the dragon whirlwind disappeared after a moment.

The Luo family's car disappeared. She searched in Mobei for a short time and was chased by the Luo family members just now.

So, she didn't know if the little fox was caught in the Luo family.

"Dragon Tornado, can you take photos of the wind?" Mo Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Dragon whirlwind is a natural disaster for ordinary people to destroy the world, but for the innate masters, it is not difficult to launch a dragon whirlwind to take pictures. As long as the innate master with a strong internal energy to a certain extent, it is enough.

Anyone like this can be destroyed by Qiancheng.

His attempt to set off a dragon whirlwind was just an idea.

However, the Luo family who caught the little fox was taken away by Long Tornado, and it was hard to say.

"Can the Dragon Tornado be caused by people from the Luo family?"

"It's possible." Mo Fan thought for a moment and said.

The Dragon Tornado may indeed be triggered by the Luo family. Although Luo Cheng had a broken hand, he could still do this.

Even without Luo Cheng, as Xu Ping said, the Luo family's mountain and river seal can do this.

However, there are no other possibilities besides this.

The Luo family can swell up a dragon whirlwind, so that Zhou Jie can kill it and easily take away the little fox, but the Luo family chooses to use the dragon whirlwind to take away the little fox and the Luo family. This is really unreasonable.

"Master means, is it possible that someone else took the little fox away?" Zhou Jie raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion.

Mo Fan was silent and nodded.

The overseas Qing Gang, the killer organization, the temple, the dark vocation, and the number one Lin Tiannan in China, all may attack the Mo family, and they have the strength and reason to attack.

"What should we do now?" Zhou Jie asked.

If the Luo family had taken action, it would be fine. They had already arrived at the Luo family's territory and just went to the Luo family to find the little fox.

No, that's not easy to deal with.

Mo Fan was silent for a moment, looked northwest, and two cold lights burst out.

"Go to the Luo family first. If you are not in the Luo family, I will look for anyone on Earth who can control the wind and take photos one by one. I want to see who caught my little fox from the Mo family." Mo Fan said domineeringly.

The sound was as cold as ice, and the surrounding temperature dropped a lot.

The little fox must be found, even if he searches for all the innate masters, he will find it back. Zhou Jie's expression moved slightly, took a breath of air conditioning, and then he returned to normal and left with Mo Fan.
Chapter completed!