Clam!

The two swords fought again, and the dazzling sparks were created. During dozens of encounters, several pieces had cracks, which seemed to be decomposed at any time.

After all, it is not a real magic weapon. Even though his chess piece is extraordinary and has the protection of true energy, it is still difficult to withstand such great power.

The Confucian sect, Simo, is extremely comparable to that of an ordinary master.

During the battle, Yu Lijing was also worried. He met Mo Qingchi for several Jiazi and had a close relationship. "Shengsi, you must be careful!"

When the battle reached such a point, even if Zonghengzi had already shown his disadvantages, he could not agree. Even if such a strong man was forced to fight to death, he would still have the power to fight back.

Especially the strange sword move that Zong Hengzi had shown before, which was severely damaged and unreasonable, has not been used yet.

"Zong Hengzi, it seems you are going to lose!"

Mo Qingchi said coldly with a slightly shaped figure.

Zong Hengzi glanced at the sword in his hand, and then Heng Jian was in front of him, "For the last sword, Sheng Si must be careful!"

"Let's show it all!"

Mo Qingchi naturally dared not underestimate Zong Hengzi, his eyes slightly condensed, his sword energy was turbulent, and the wind and clouds were rolling.

"The Sword of Yuangong!"

Accompanied by Jingtian's whisper, the black and white chess sword in Zonghengzi's hand suddenly rotated rapidly in front of his chest, pointing directly at Mo Qingchi opposite him.

At the same time, the true energy in the body directly evacuated and eventually turned into a stream of air to condense into the chess sword.

"Saint Si, be careful!" Yu Lijing couldn't help but open his mouth.

And feeling the unprecedented power, Mo Qingchi, the bright intention of the saint in his hand appeared with dazzling light, "The sky clouds cover the world, the wind surrounds the grass, the thousands of seeds blend together, and the world is in full swing."

"Gentleman's Style!"

Mo Qingchi reappears the most secret move of the Confucian sect, integrating three realms with single edges into one, and the ink-colored storm swept across the body, hundreds of feet of soil in Fangyuan were lifted up, and the rocks were rioting, just like the storm of the end of the world, with terrifying power.

"kill!"

The eyes of the mountain and Hengzi drooped low, pointing to the hilt of the sword, and the black and white chess sword cuts the yin and yang, breaking the surface with a point and passing through the heavy storm directly.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

Rocks bombarded the sword body, and the sword wind cut, leaving sword marks on the chess piece.

The huge wind power became an obstacle, and the black and white chess sword slowed down when approaching Mo Qingchi, and there was a sign of weakness in succession.

"break!"

Faced with such a situation, Zong Hengzi was not panicked. With a low shout, Yuan Gong poured out, his headdress collapsed, his long blue and white hair flew behind him, and the chess sword that was about to fall in front suddenly burst out.

Black and white chess pieces scattered in all directions, like indestructible sword energy, which directly tore open the wind curtain. Then an invisible sword energy shot out from the place where the chess and sword exploded, and appeared in Mo Qingchi's chest in an instant.

"My intention enters the sword, my sword is selfless, and the divine sword is the same!"

Facing the sword that forced his life, Mo Qingchi Xin and the sword merged, without distinguishing each other, and disappeared in an instant, and when they reappeared, they appeared behind Zong Hengzi.

In a moment.

The wind stopped and the sword broke.

As everyone held their breath, a strand of blue hair fell with the wind. Then, a sword energy burst out from its body. Zonghengzi screamed in pain, and sprayed a vermilion red mouth towards the sky.

Bright red blood splashed, Zonghengzi's pale face was covered with scarlet, and the blue velvet shoulders were stained with blood.

As Zong Hengzi's legs became weak, he knelt on one knee and his head was lowered.

Mo Qingchi, who was facing his back, suddenly staggered, and blood dripped in the corners of his mouth.

...

At a time when the battle between good and evil is in full swing.

In the Valley of Wind, the sprite transformed into the Garro and returned with the little dragon.

Feeling the familiar breath, Xiao Feilong made a sound of "Cola Coke" from his mouth, and rushed in with great excitement.

Because there is the breath of a mother here.

It is also where he grew up.

"My son!"

Vinbian Gala murmured, and his fists suddenly clenched, asking him to kill his son for the sake of the evil god, but Vinbian Gala could not do it.

It was already a loss to Han Yi, which made Han Yi die in the Valley of Wind in order to avenge him. How could he attack his son?

A tiger poison does not eat any children.

Thinking of this, Geng Bian Gala had already made a decision in his heart. Since only by killing Xiaole can he liberate the dragon head, he would rather take Xiaole away than keep him safe.

Just as the Gentleman was preparing to take action, he suddenly stopped and seemed to feel something.

There was a sharp aura behind him locked him.

...

boom!

The huge shock was like the extraordinary and powerful supporter of the visitor, and the terrifying pressure was like the eternal giant mountain. Feeling such a powerful aura, Mo Shi's face became a little solemn, "It is worthy of being able to kill the two major souls of the First Lord silently and breathlessly, it is worthy of being the fateful enemy of the First Lord!"

Yuan Wuji glanced at Mo Shi indifferently, "Wrong, I am your death disaster, and you are just a weed under my feet!"

"Is that true? Then let the Lord verify your confidence!"

The murderous intent in Mo Shi's eyes was unblocked. He had just despised the heavens. He was so imposing that he was now despised by the person he hated the most in this life. How could he not be angry?

Especially the person in front of him might have done that kind of thing to Jie Hongyan, and no man may be able to bear this humiliation.

"kill!"

With a deep shout, as if the whispering sound from the Nine Netherworlds, the demons turned into a green light and approached with a fierce palm.

Bang!

Facing the attack of Mo Shi, Yuan Wuji remained motionless, raised his fist and blew up, and the fist and palm suddenly collided, and both spaces rippled, but the power of destruction overflowing between the two was directly absorbed and disintegrated.

"wrong."

It was just the first time I fought, Mo Shi felt something was wrong. After looking around, his expression became more and more gloomy, "You can actually create this space with your own strength."

In fact, there are many people with their own space in the suffering realm, such as the bamboo forest where the heroes have no trace, the Liu realm of the Zui Gufu, the whimsical demon in the secluded realm, the dark my realm of the dark truth, etc.

But except for the darkness of the darkness of the darkness, the others are just changing to an environment that is beneficial to oneself.

Now this space is different, it is like a complete small world. He can clearly feel the repulsion, hostility and invisible suppression of this time.

You can feel the strength of this space, and even the lost power will bless this space.

Of course, if he wants to break it, he can do it, but it takes time. Obviously, it is impossible for Yuan Wuji to give him this time.

"Maoshi, sorry, your road is broken today!"

Yuan Wuji's eyes opened and closed, the cold light rose, his body moved instantly, and the person was approaching in an instant, "The Seven Sages of Heaven and Kun·The Unlimited Universe!"

Zhigang and fierce punch hit Mo Shi's chest, which was also a flaw in the divine body.

In Yuan Wuji's eyes, there are many flaws in the demonic souls that fuse the body of Emperor Zuntianyao, including the soul of immortals, the body of gods, and the power of death. Except for the soul of immortals, the others are all external forces. Although they are forced to merge into one, the soldiers and his martial arts realm have made him reach a close god, but they are like a hodgepodge.

Although it seems to be a perfect fusion, there are actually many inaccurate flaws in the dark.

These flaws are very small and clever, not fixed, but change with the devil's luck.

This is probably even the Qi Sect, Le Xunyuan, could not feel these changes, but there is no secret in Yuan Wuji's eyes, and his realm is not comparable to Le Xunyuan.

Demonic Shi was naturally not so easy to defeat. Even though he was already injured, he finally reached the close god. Even if this close god came from a chance, he was also involved in the word "God".

The two of them had their fists and palms intertwined, and the stimulating force was three feet away from them, just like water dripping into the sea and disappearing without a trace, causing great damage without freedom.
Chapter completed!