I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

In the distance, Jiang Yuan was stunned when he saw Mo Wentian.

The Mo Wentian at this moment was quite different from the Mo Wentian in his memory. Mo Wentian seemed to be twenty years younger, and his old age was gone. He had a tall and straight figure, and his white hair fluttered in the wind. He stood there like a sharp sword.

"Sigh..." Zhou Mingyuan sighed softly.

He was the one who prepared Mo Wentian's prescription. How could he not know how much Mo Wentian had to pay to achieve this?

On the other side, Wang Jue and others struggled to stand up from the ground. With trembling hands, they took out another black pill from their arms and stuffed it into their mouths.

After a moment, all the fatigue on everyone's body was swept away, replaced by rosy faces and eyes exuding a crazy desire to fight.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Wang Jue was like a tireless beast and was the first to rush forward again.

The only function of the elixir prepared by Zhou Mingyuan is to make the true qi in the body violent. When taken for the first time, the violent true qi can increase a person's strength by about one small realm. The second time, it can increase it by three small realms.

This means that a person at the peak of the fourth realm, after taking the first pill, can compete with someone at the early fifth realm, and with the second pill, he can unleash the strength of a person at the peak of the fifth realm.

But that's where it ends. The price the human body can bear is limited. To be able to increase strength so much in a short period of time, the sacrifice is that one will be bedridden for at least three months after taking the pill. In serious cases, it may even end one's martial arts career.

If he insisted on swallowing the third pill, he would only have two, and he would not be able to withstand the medicinal properties of the pill, and his meridians would be broken and he would die.

If he could withstand the effects of the drug and completely lose his mind, his only outcome would be death.

At this moment, everyone swallowed the second pill without hesitation. More than ten people, plus Mo Wentian and Jiang Pingyang, who no longer had a sword in his hand, fought Ning Fei again.

Just before the group was about to take action, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

On the other side, Ning Fei's eyes also flashed, and he raised his fist and punched.

In a flash, the two men separated, Mo Wentian held his sword behind him, and his body leaned forward slightly.

There was a hint of disbelief in Ning Fei's eyes. A wound on his abdomen was slowly oozing blood.

"Who are you?" Ning Fei's eyes gradually became sharp, and he turned around and stared at Mo Wentian.

For many years, no one has been able to injure himself in a one-on-one fight.

With this person's strength, it is impossible for him to be unknown. Why have I never heard of his name?

Mo Wentian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Although he cut Ning Fei's body with a sword, Ning Fei's punch actually hit him.

"The last generation of the Mo family swordsmanship is Mo Wentian!"

"Mo family?" Ning Fei searched desperately in his mind, and finally shook his head. He had never heard of this so-called Mo family.

"How interesting! Another sixth realm cultivator has appeared in this world without anyone noticing. I'm really surprised!"

Hearing this, Jiang Yuan looked at Zhou Mingyuan in a daze.

"Sixth realm? Isn't Grandpa Mo a peak fifth realm expert? When did he become a sixth realm expert?"

"Alas, I've already said that it's not easy for Lao Mo to achieve this." Zhou Mingyuan sighed.

"Lao Mo's talent is ridiculously strong."

"But when he was young, the Mo family was wiped out. While on the run, Old Mo was seriously injured and still recovering. He also caught a cold and developed tuberculosis, which is incurable."

"Although Lao Mo's realm has been rising steadily since then, due to physical reasons, he can only mobilize half of his original strength."

Having said this, Zhou Mingyuan stopped talking, and Jiang Yuan already understood the rest.

He has all the strength but is unable to use it. Once he uses his true strength, he can only fight.

However, in the entire martial arts world, there was no one who had reached the sixth realm, and no one could make Mo Wentian use his full strength, so he lived in seclusion. Finally, in his old age, he met Ning Fei, who had a terrifying talent for martial arts.

Six realms against six realms, this is the peak battle that Mo Wentian wants!

"Grandpa Mo, he, also..."

"No chance." Zhou Mingyuan said softly.

"Old Mo is already old, and this is the first time he has used his internal energy without any scruples. Once the battle is over, unless God comes to save him!"

On the battlefield, Mo Wentian and Ning Fei had already started the second round of fighting.

Under such strong pressure from Mo Wentian, Ning Fei could no longer hide his strength. His strength at the peak of the sixth realm was terrifyingly strong.

His hands were shining brightly, and with only his flesh and blood, he fought against the long sword in Mo Wentian's hand.

Wang Jue and his companions rushed forward without any hesitation, bringing Jiang Pingyang with them.

At this time, on another part of the battlefield, Li Canglan looked at Wang Gang with a hunched back.

"Gangzi, that's enough. Go ahead. I've tried my best!"

As he spoke, Li Canglan smiled and waved towards the distance.

Wang Gang's aura suddenly soared from the peak of the fourth realm to the middle of the fifth realm.

Li Canglan used the strength of the peak of the fifth realm in exchange for Wang Gang's advancement of two small realms, but with Wang Gang's strength, he might be able to exert the strength of the sixth realm!

"Grandpa Li, I'm leaving!" Wang Gang stomped the ground twice, then rushed across the battlefield like a beast, heading straight for Ning Fei.

boom!

A loud bang was heard, and in the horrified eyes of everyone, Wang Gang was like a devil descending to the earth. With just one collision, he knocked Ning Fei dozens of meters away. Then, in the shocked eyes of everyone, he rushed to Ning Fei alone.

"It's you again! Die!"

Ning Fei was beaten by a guy one after another, and he was completely furious. He fell to the ground, without even lifting his feet, and slid on the ground, leaving a groove, and rushed directly in front of Wang Gang.

The two men did not hold back, did not defend themselves at all, and punched each other with their fists raised.

Bang bang bang!

boom!

Countless punches were heard, and when Mo Wentian arrived, he did not hesitate to inflict another wound on Ning Fei.

"Let's go together!"

"Come on! I will kill you all here today!" Ning Fei's face was ferocious and he let out a shocking roar.

At this moment, hidden strength and the seven realms are no longer important. He must kill these guys!

Everyone must die!

After roaring, Ning Fei instantly moved sideways several meters and punched Kunpeng.

One punch, a cloud of blood, and this time, not even a corpse was left.

"Come on! Today I'll show you who's the strongest!"

"You are just a bunch of rabble. Even if you all come together, it will be useless!"

Ning Fei roared and rushed to Tongtian, a barbarian leader again, and threw a punch. Tongtian was also blood-thirsty and watched Kunpeng die. He did not retreat at all and punched Ning Fei as well.

boom!

Tongtian's punch knocked Ning Fei back several steps, but the price he paid was that he was blasted hundreds of meters away like a cannonball and fell into the range of the fighting soldiers in the distance, and his life or death was unknown.

Jiang Yuan, who was far away, was horrified. Ning Fei was too powerful now. In just a moment, only Qinglong and Huolong were left standing on the battlefield among the nine barbarian leaders.

As for the seven people who were blown away, their fate can be imagined.

At this time, only Wang Jue, Kong Xuan, Wang Gang, Mo Wentian and Jiang Pingyang were left on the battlefield, trapping Ning Fei in the center.

At this time, Jiang Pingyang picked up a long knife from somewhere in his hand, using the knife as a sword, which looked quite strange.

But he didn't care at all, and his face was filled with the confident glow of the past again.

The sword was broken because the material of the sword itself was not good. What does it have to do with my swordsmanship?

In the crowd, blood would flow from the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth from time to time. Except for the hand holding the sword, every part of his body was trembling.

"Is this the limit..." Mo Wentian muttered to himself. Even so, the fighting spirit in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest.

"Everyone stand back!"

Mo Wentian spoke suddenly and slowly raised the sword in his hand.

The expressions of all the others changed. At this point, everyone understood what Mo Wentian had gained in exchange for such fighting power.

But now, Mo Wentian can no longer bear it.

This was a preparation to use the last sword to kill himself and at the same time kill Ning Fei as much as possible.

Ning Fei also turned around at this time and looked at Mo Wentian with disdain: "Why? Is this not enough?"

Mo Wentian squatted down slightly, holding the sword behind his back. "Yeah, it's great to be young..."

"This last sword strike, regardless of whether you can take it or not, I will probably return to dust."

"Hahaha!" Ning Fei sneered, "If you were healthy and thirty or fifty years younger, I might not dare to say anything."

"But now." Ning Fei said, stretching out a finger and waving it in front of Mo Wentian.

"You can not!"

"Don't even mention one sword strike. Even if it's ten or a hundred sword strikes, as long as you can swing them, I can still take them!"

At this last moment, Mo Wentian began to move slowly. He did not rush directly towards Ning Fei, but moved left and right, making it difficult to predict.

At the beginning, his figure could still be captured, but as time went on, only a series of afterimages of Mo Wentian remained in the air, and the speed was so fast that one could even see three Mo Wentians existing at the same time!

"A mere trifle!" Ning Fei said disdainfully.

Although his words were disdainful, everyone could see the solemnity on Ning Fei's face. Obviously, Mo Wentian's sword could really kill him with one blow.

"This! This!" Jiang Pingyang suddenly lost his voice and pointed at the air with trembling hands.

Where Mo Wentian passed, countless sword energies seemed to appear out of thin air, but there was no attack. However, what was surprising was that these sword energies did not attack, but instead gradually stabilized in the air.

As the sword energy around them grew more and more, until finally, the countless sword energies emitting white light made it impossible for everyone to see the figures of Ning Fei and Mo Wentian.

Finally, all the sword energy reached a critical point, and Mo Wentian moved.

At this moment, a strong wind blew up from the ground, and the sword energy in the sky dispersed the clouds, followed by a dazzling white light that suddenly lit up.

Even Jiang Yuan, who was more than a hundred meters away, felt as if a sharp blade was coming towards him.

Jiang Pingyang, who was also a master of swordsmanship, stood there in a daze. After a long time, a faint voice was heard.

"After this sword, there will be no more swords in the world..."