"This sword makes it really tasteful. ”

Looking at the picture of Zhao Chongtian's defeat that was played over and over again in the holographic projection, when everyone in the secret room was discussing whether to change their attitude towards Mo Ye, Sun Lao walked into the image, put himself in Zhao Chongtian's position, and copied Mo Ye's moves at that moment.

"But I always feel like I've seen ...... somewhere"

The old man closed his eyes, frowned deeply, and a faint green glow flickered on his forehead, and after a while, he opened his eyes.

"So that's what happened. ”

He said.

"What, what do you see?"

The body of the younger generation was ruined, and Zhao Lao, who had always advocated throwing an olive branch, was naturally very unsightly, and after noticing Sun Lao's abnormal movements, he naturally asked.

"Fengyun, Holy Spirit Sword Technique, you can't be wrong. Unexpectedly, there are really people in this world who have embodied that kind of fictional thing...... Should I say that he is a genius, or is he a madman at all?"

Sun Lao slowly performed several sword moves with his fingers, each of which was used by Mo Xie on Zhao Chongtian in that instant.

"Fengyun, Holy Spirit Swordsmanship, Fictional Things, What are they?"

Zhao Lao had obviously been derailed from modern trends for a long time, and he almost didn't understand the words that popped out of Sun Lao's mouth.

"Fengyun is a comic, a fictional work, and it's very funny. Lao Zhao, you can go back and take a look, and you will know that I am right. ”

Sun Lao Dao.

"Ghost work? Do you mean that the current work on Mo Xie is in that ghost work?"

Old Zhao's face showed an expression of disbelief.

"Not bad. ”

Sun Lao pointed to the holographic image in front of him, and as his finger pointed out, the image began to regress, until the picture of Mo Xie fighting Zhao Chongtian and forcing Zhou Xinyan to 'go berserk' with eighteen swords.

"Sword Eighteen!"

He pointed to the shape of Mo Ye's mouth when he took out the sword, imitating it.

"Turning the Fictional Moves of Mortals into Reality......"

The argument in the secret room stopped for some time, and the four bigwigs and the followers of each of the bigwigs were all quiet, and in the silence, Zhao Lao kept repeating this sentence, as if he was enchanted.

"I'm afraid it's not 'moves' that are concretized...... It's a 'concept'!"

Zhao Lao suddenly stretched out his right hand, clenched his fist, and smashed it on his left palm.

"The attitude towards Mo Ye remains the same! Pass the order, stop Zhou Xinyan at all costs! Save Mo Ye!"

The hologram in the secret room jumped back to the current time, and Zhou Xinyan, who was full of demonic energy in the picture, was holding Mo Xie under his armpit, constantly walking through the clouds.

Mo Xie opened his eyes, his whole person was as stunned as a wooden chicken, and a trace of saliva continued to drip from his half-open mouth.

Zhou Xinyan led him to the northwest, his eyes eroded by darkness full of holes.

……

"Okay, let's get started!"

Mo Xie agreed to Zhou Xinyan's plan, with the mentality of 'the worst can escape back to the realm of heaven in spirit form', Mo Xie was resolute - if he could have a face in this form.

"Let's go!"

Zhou Xinyan is not pretentious, no one can better understand how dangerous the current situation is than him, and his desire to regain control of his body is no less faint than Mo Xie.

"Huh!"

With a 'start', the two clusters of light, one silver and one red, began to expand almost simultaneously, and the narrow space inside the cell made the two clusters of light quickly have to be next to each other.

No, the word 'expansion' shouldn't be used, because both Mo Ye and Zhou Xinyan only stretched their muscles and bones a little, and restored the volume that was originally suppressed by each of them to its original form.

The silver light collided with the red light, and then they began to deform.

It's like squeezing two balloons together, and the side that touches each other quickly becomes horizontal.

The space inside the prison was filled, and there was not a single gap.

"Mo Daoyou, resist it!"

Before Zhou Xinyan said this, the silver light cluster and the red light cluster were equal in terms of volume, and when he said this, the red light cluster suddenly expanded again, but in a breath, it rose to twice the size of the silver light cluster.

"This level of pressure...... It doesn't matter how many times you come! It's you, can you withstand it?"

They are all men, and Mo Xie is fighting against Zhou Xinyan in the face-to-face duel outside, although the strength at the soul level is inferior to that he knew when he was first locked in, but Mo Ye is not willing to be the oppressed side.

Made, how does it sound giving......

Mo Xie secretly roared to himself, and the silver light cluster was compressed, and the tendency to gradually rebound stopped.

"Mo Daoyou, don't force it! Just keep your current state! Just leave the rest to me!"

Zhou Xinyan said.

"Click. ”

I don't know if Zhou Xinyan's theory was established, or even this prison couldn't stand the 'powerful' atmosphere created by these two people and chose to isolate himself from the people, as Zhou Xinyan continued to drum up the power of his soul, a crisp sound finally sounded on the cage wall.

"I'll hold on! You go first!"

Zhou Xinyan adjusted his 'position' so that the silver light cluster was squeezed against the crack in the cage wall.

"Good!"

Mo Xie didn't push back, and immediately pulled out and left.

"Basic!"

The silver ball of light turned into a silver stream of water and rushed out of the prison wall.

"Hmm!"

In the outside world, Mo Ye's eyes, who were originally in a state of being stunned, suddenly had a glow, and the sound of the wind in his ears made him feel very kind for the first time.

"Lao Zhou, I'm out!"

Blurred, broke free from Zhou Xinyan's arm holding him, and dodged out a hundred meters, Mo Ye saw that Zhou Xinyan's eyes were still occupied by darkness.

Zhou Xinyan's sanity did not return.

"Made, what a nuisance!"

Mo Xie understood what was going on in an instant.

The cage that takes two people to hold open will never allow both of them to escape at the same time, and if that gap is separated from Zhou Xinyan's support, I am afraid that it will heal in an instant—no, maybe it will have healed the moment Mo Xie fled.

After all, Zhou Xinyan also said that it is impossible to break out of the cage with his strength alone.

Zhou Xinyan gave up the chance to regain his freedom to Mo Ye.

It's really an old sensational routine.

Mo Xie thought hatefully, and at the same time scolded hatefully, but he already held an air sword in his hand at some point.

He faced Zhou Xinyan, who was controlled, and with the experience of the past, he didn't do anything stupid to look at the pair of eyes, and the other party seemed to know this, so he tried every possible way to create a situation where the two sides looked at each other.

The flames and black qi continued to fly out of Zhou Xinyan's hands, smashing Mo Xie left and right, hiding in Tibet.

"Since the Soul Destroying Seal is useless, let me see if the sword intent I have realized is strong or the evil magic you have realized is strong!"

Mo Xie scolded angrily, trying to imagine his experience in the middle of the river, the qi sword in his hand began to tremble slightly, and the slightest rhythm resounded in him, at first slightly, then like thunder.

If the waves are angry, they can devour all things.