MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain-Chapter 547 Dare to wield a sword in front of me?

  Chapter 547 Dare to use a sword in front of me?

  The sage Yun Luo was even more furious when he heard the words. What do you mean you can leave after the gift is delivered?

  Also today is Mo’s frivolous and rejoicing day, so don’t kill me, as if letting me go.

   I need you pity? There are three saints behind me, who do you think you are?

  Sage Yunluo became more and more angry as he thought about it, and said in a cold voice, "This seat represents Yaoshen Mountain, and I also sent gifts. Why can't I be seated?"

   "Is this how your Mo family treats guests? Princess Tianxuan's wedding was so mean? Wouldn't it be a joke if it was spread?"

   "A bad guest is not a guest. I advise you to take care of yourself and don't take it upon yourself." Mo Fan shook his head lightly, and stood in front of Yunluo Saint, not giving an inch.

   "What if I want to ask for a glass of wedding wine? I'm not afraid of poisoned wine. I'm a ninth-grade pharmacist, and there is no poison in the world that I can't cure!" Saint Yunluo also became angry.

  She didn't have to pout and ask for a glass of wedding wine, but she wanted to fight for it.

  Mo Fan stepped on her to make a name for himself, Mo Qingkuang stepped on Lin Yang to make a name for himself, and they were always ready to die as the sage of medicine.

   Saint Yunluo is willing to do anything that makes them uncomfortable.

  She just wants to sit on the wedding hall and see how their happy event goes on happily.

   Mo Fan's face was cold.

  Yun Luo Sheng is too stupid, easily angered.

  What she is saying now is no different from a shrew playing tricks. Since they don't welcome you, why do you bother with people so shamelessly.

  Mo Fan just wanted to provoke her, and ended up shooting her.

  The time has come at this moment, Mo Fan is like a thunderbolt, pointing out the sword, the lightning in his hand arrives instantly, pointing directly at the brow of Saint Yunluo.

   "I said, let you go!"

  The blow came suddenly, without warning, and the Saint Yunluo barely reacted.

  After the continuous improvement of his cultivation base, Mo Fan can crush a weak first-rank Martial Saint like Yunluo Shengzhe even if he doesn't use the formation.

   If this finger hits, even if the Yunluo saint does not die, he can only live with his soul like the medicine saint.

  If the strength of the soul is not as good as that of the medicine sage back then, it may be the end of the death of the soul.

   Fortunately, Saint Yunluo didn't react, but the three martial saints hiding in the dark kept paying attention to Mo Fan.

  I saw a large copper-colored shield suddenly appearing in front of Saint Yunluo, which blocked Mo Fan's attack at a critical moment.

   "Bao!"

  Mo Fan's sword pointed an inch into the shield, but failed to penetrate, and the aftermath did not spread out.

   It is conceivable that this heavy shield has strong defensive power.

   "Secretly attacking women is not a gentleman's work!"

  The heavy shield shook slightly, and Mo Fan only felt a powerful energy rushing from the shield.

  He hastily retreated dozens of steps, and in the process of retreating, his body trembled violently with small amplitudes.

   Every footsteps are broken bricks.

   This is him removing the power involved.

   Behind the heavy shield, a tower-like man stepped out.

  A sixth-grade saint.

  Beside him, there are two fifth-rank saints holding swords.

  The three lined up, staring at Mo Fan.

  The three saints who appeared in succession left everyone speechless in amazement.

  As long as those who reacted, they all retreated far away.

  A fool can see that a big battle is imminent.

   Drinking wedding wine is important, but if you put your life on the line, the gains outweigh the losses.

  Several saints in the hall were also alarmed and came out. They all showed surprise when they saw the three confronting Mo Fan.

   "The three of you are not on duty over there, why are you here?" Wang Riyue asked.

   "It turned out to be Congyun Sword Master. We happened to pass by and saw someone bullying women, so we just drew their swords to help." The iron tower man with the shield said with a smile.

   "How can any of you use a knife? Draw a knife to help you!" Mo Qingkuang said angrily.

  If it weren't for the sudden appearance of these three people, the ancestor would have almost killed the old woman Yunluo Saint.

  I and Lin Yang will never die, this old woman is a hurdle that must be overcome, it is best to kill her here.

   "Where is the wild boy, you are worthy of talking here?" The man in the iron tower snorted, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and his face was terrifying.

  The three of them are saints who belong to Yaoshen Mountain, and they are also warriors who throw their heads and blood on the alien battlefield. In order to protect the mainland, their hands are also stained with the blood of many alien races.

  Reaped the favor of the medicine sage back then, and today came here to protect the sage Yunluo.

  But he didn't want to be humiliated by a brat.

  Mo Qingkuang only felt a mountain-like breath pressing against his face, making him breathless.

  But seeing Mo Fan appearing in front of him in time, with electric arcs flashing all over his body, he shouted: "Using big to bully the small, hiding his head and showing his tail, is not a good man!"

   Mo Qingkuang felt a little more relaxed now, and he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

  With the addition of Saint Yunluo, there are three saints. Can the ancestors beat them?

   It can be seen that after the appearance of the three saints, the saint Yunluo is even more confident.

   "Mo Fan, I still want to eat your banquet today. The four of us sit at a table and serve good wine and food to me!"

  Mo Fan shook secretly when he heard the words, his thoughts changed sharply, thinking about how to attack the Saint Yunluo under the protection of these three saints above the fifth rank.

  In a blink of an eye, Mo Fan's body disappeared in place again: "I said, let you go!"

  Electric light flickered in the void, and countless thick lightning bolts went straight to Saint Yunluo!

  The sixth-rank saint holding the shield snorted coldly: "You are still very early!"

  The big shield lifted up to the sky, stopping all those thunderbolts.

  No matter how strong Mo Fan is, he is still only a seventh-rank Martial Emperor after all, and he still can't deal with high-ranking Martial Saints before he uses the formation.

  The other two sword-wielding warriors took advantage of this opportunity to lock onto Mo Fan's position, drew their swords and thrust out, piercing through the void with astonishing speed.

  Mo Fan, who was wandering in the void, groaned secretly, and underestimated them.

  The high-ranking warrior who has been honed on the battlefield is really extraordinary.

  His own victory over the Rain-Buying Saint really has the advantage of restraint. Any one of these three is enough for him to have a headache.

   What's more, there are still three.

   Without using formations, it is really impossible to compete with it.

   But it was too late now, Mo Fan propped up the Battle Emperor Bell, ready to resist the two swords, and then waited for the opportunity to find the opportunity to attack.

  The empress in the distance couldn't help but feel worried when she saw this, and subconsciously waved her hand and released the ice sword to stab Mo Fan out.

   But Saint Yunluo discovered it in time, and waved a ball of flames to melt it instantly. Even the empress was shocked back several steps, and the blood in the chest was surging.

   "Pearls of rice grains, also emit brilliance?"

  The empress is only a fifth-rank Martial Emperor after all. Although her combat power is not low, she is not yet capable of participating in the battle between saints.

   In just one meeting, he suffered a disadvantage under the hands of Saint Yunluo.

   Mo Fan's golden bell only blocked it for a moment, and was easily pierced by two terrifying sword lights!

   Taking advantage of this moment, Mo Fan hastened to use full speed and escaped far away.

   But those two fifth-rank Martial Saints were not vegetarians either, and they used two soul-chasing swords one after another, completely blocking all the routes Mo Fan had!

   "No one has ever survived our brother's sword!" The two said coldly.

   Mo Fan is inevitable, and he is about to be stabbed by one of the swords!

  But at this critical moment, the two sword lights snapped in front of Mo Fan.

  An evil and cold voice came from the entrance of the main hall: "Baby is learning how to walk, dare to use a sword in front of me?"

  (end of this chapter)