"it, so brutal?"

Ji Xiayang was dumbfounded, a strong man in the early stage of the Yudan, or a person in the Demon Dao, was actually beaten by Mo Lisheng?

Even the demon marshal Wu Ming didn't react, not to mention how the person cultivated, he was wearing blood shadow armor, and his defensive power could withstand the extreme blow of the middle stage of the knot pill, how could he be blown up by Mo Li, a cultivator in the early stage of the knot pill, with one punch?

"This son must die!"

After Wu Ming lost his mind for a short time, his mind was spinning, and now Mo Li is so strong and has grown up, isn't there no way to live without the Demon Dao?

How can Wu Ming, who is named a demon commander, endure it?

Coupled with Mo Li's previous humiliation, the new hatred and old hatred were counted together, and Wu Ming's killing intent intensified.

"Blood Sea Shura! Everyone! Kill!"

At that time, a sudden change occurred, and a pitch-black armor appeared on the bodies of all the demon disciples, and the armor was depicted with blood-colored lines, dense and mysterious, just by looking at it, it gave people a great sense of depression.

"Lao Ji, tell your people to retreat!"

Of course, Mo Li knew that this was a sign of the Blood Shadow Armor's rampage, and this Wu Ming was abandoning all the Demon Dao disciples to attack and kill himself with all his might!

Mo Li, who knew the power of the Blood Shadow Armor, hurriedly shouted to Ji Xiayang, this thing is not something that ordinary cultivators can resist!

Can you run or run!

Ji Xiayang didn't hesitate, and made a few gestures to signal his subordinates to retreat, and then came to Mo Li's side and asked, "What now?"

"You can run too!"

Mo Li said lukewarmly.

Ji Xiayang glared and roared: "Run a fart! Die together! Who is afraid of whom?"

Wu Ming glanced at the people of the personal guards who were gradually moving away, stared at Ji Xiayang and Mo Li and sneered: "Hehe, don't think about leaving either of you, stay here!"

As he spoke, Wu Ming waved his hand, and the seven Demon Dao powerhouses in the early stage of the Yudan, their eyes glowed with a strange blood-colored light, each holding a blood-colored long knife phantom in their hands, and suddenly flew into the air, besieging Mo Li and Ji Xiayang in all directions.

The terrifying coercive momentum made Ji Xiayang sweat profusely, and the disgusting and familiar fishy smell poured straight into his nose, making Ji Xiayang's face difficult to see the extreme.

"They broke the ban on flying?"

"No, that's just the armor!"

Mo Li replied lightly, his right hand was weakly grasped, an invisible long sword had already been started, and the sword momentum that pierced everything suddenly appeared, breaking the suppression brought by the seven blood shadow armors in an instant, making Ji Xiayang, who was desperate, hope again, but he didn't want Mo Li's next sentence to make Ji Xiayang's face pale again.

"I'll get rid of Wu Ming, and they'll be handed over to you. ”

"I rely on ......"

Ji Xiayang only had one sentence in his heart, and when he saw the long knife on his body, he took the time to turn around and run.

And Mo Li swung his sword to force back the blood-colored long knife that was chopped, and his figure flashed, but it was against Wu Ming, who was secretly attacking.

"Is this the Ling Xuan Sword?"

Wu Ming keenly blocked Mo Li's slash with his gauntlet sideways, looked at a trace of white marks on the gauntlet, and said with an ugly face.

"I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable. ”

Mo Li continued to taunt, swinging his sword again and again, forming an impenetrable sword net, and even the rain shrouded it, chopping it into a few small droplets.

"Hmph, what about the Ling Xuan Sword, I want you to know that the gap in cultivation is not something that can be made up with a medium-grade spiritual weapon!"

Wu Ming was shocked, and the evil qi all over his body surged out, and the bloody qi enveloped his body, and the clothes used to cover up his armor suddenly exploded, and countless rains shook back.

The momentum of the whole person changed suddenly, he wanted to act secretly in advance, and he would leave after saving Zhou Chengsheng, but now, if he wants to kill Mo Li at all costs, he naturally can't leave any more hands.

"Soul Binding Net!

Wu Ming shouted violently, countless ropes with the thickness of a black thumb stretched out from the blood shadow armor, overwhelmingly entangled towards Mo Li, some ropes have sharp blades at the tip, and they may be seriously injured if they are lightly touched, and some ropes have their own evil energy, which naturally has a restraint effect on aura, once it is bound, it is more and more tightly entangled, even if the peak powerhouse of the Jiedan is caught, it is also the end of being slaughtered!

This set of methods can attack and defend, and it was specially added by Wu Ming to his blood shadow armor for cultivators who are agile and flexible.

"I didn't expect you, an old man, to have the heart to play that hobby!

Mo Li swung his sword to cut the rope, and his body retreated violently, and while fighting, he did not forget to use the garbage number to hit the opposite side fiercely.

Wu Ming was choked by Mo Li's anger, and when others were fighting, they were all dedicated to dealing with their own soul binding nets, for fear that one would accidentally fall into his way, but Mo Li's face was easy to deal with his own moves, not to mention, and he had time to mock himself, which was really annoying.

"Sharp-toothed boy, let you be proud for a while!"

Wu Ming followed closely behind, and suddenly his figure trembled, and he actually broke away directly from the blood shadow armor, and a blood-colored handprint was born out of thin air by grasping a blood-colored handprint in his right hand, just grasping towards Mo Li's retreat.

And the Blood Shadow Armor that lost its owner could continue to operate, even faster than when it was not worn by Wu Ming!

This sudden acceleration of the pace of the battle made it a little difficult for Mo Li to deal with it, the Ling Xuan Sword in his hand was able to block the rope, but the figure didn't have time to adjust the direction, and he was about to be caught by Wu Ming's blood-colored handprint!

"Die!"

Wu Ming shouted with a hideous face, and without hesitation in the movements of his hands, his blood-colored long claws grabbed fiercely.

However, only the air was caught.

"How is that possible? My bone-eater, bloodthirsty hand can still catch the air?"

This time Wu Ming was really shocked, since he refined the Blood Shadow Armor, he fought dozens of battles, while using the rope of the Blood Shadow Armor to force the opponent back, and at the same time secretly attacked with the bone-eroding bloodthirsty hand, he never missed, even the respected Cultivator Association elders also hated his subordinates, but he didn't expect to be dodged by a junior this time, how could he dare to believe it?

Obviously, his handprints and five fingers are open, falling from the sky, there is no way back, which direction can he escape from? Can he still burrow into the ground?

Wu Ming looked around in disbelief, and there was no trace of Mo Li, and after a little thought, he stepped out, and the powerful evil qi fluctuated and vibrated out, and all the buildings within a radius of five hundred meters exploded!

The surface of the ground was shattered into countless gravel powder, and it looked as if it had been plowed all over again, and the already ruined entertainment street really became a demolition area this time, full of devastation and not at all intact.

"It's good that it came quickly, but if someone dies, it's bad. ”

Wu Ming's ears moved, and he looked in the direction where the voice came from, only to see Mo Li leading Zhou Chengsheng's back collar with one hand, standing on a ruin, and saying with emotion.

"So you're here?"

Wu Ming smiled fiercely, and was about to make a move again, when he suddenly saw Ji Xiayang running back again, he was overjoyed, and he was about to gather his blood shadow armor to deal with Mo Li.

I saw Ji Xiayang's face with a look of surprise: "Lord Sword Saint, you are finally here, please help me!"

Wu Ming was a little dumbfounded when he heard this, and the white-clothed Chen Taiyun looked like a dusty servant, looking at him with an unkind face.