"Boom!"

Mo Xie made his sword like rolling thunder, repulsing the clouds and retreating, the wind rolled upside down, carrying unparalleled anger, he and Zhou Xinyan, who was controlled by Lin Ming, hit from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground back to the sky.

Zhou Xinyan, who was controlled by Lin Ming, was beaten by Mo Xie throughout the whole process.

Zhou Xinyan's sequoia has rotted completely, and the dignified infant master and the head of the clan are actually mixed to the point of fighting with others with their parents exposed.

The crimson flames had already been relieved under the attack of Mo Ye's mad and demonic sword qi, and only occasionally when the sword bleeds from his body accidentally, the flesh and blood that spewed out could turn into a little red flame, recalling his appearance in his heyday.

There was no doubt that Mo Xie had taken out the 'True Kung Fu' that he had painstakingly cultivated, and circles of water-like energy surrounded him in his movements, and unlike the 'waves' of the past, they had a state of flow that was clearly liquid.

This is the mystery that Mo Xie carefully created to deal with Zhou Xinyan, which is in the shape of the river, and in the confrontation with the Yuanying power, it is the true body of the 'Canglang Sword Intent'.

In the five elements, water can overcome fire.

"Kill!"

There was black gas all over his body, as if he was wearing heavy armor.

Zhou Xinyan held the blackened Huolin Sword, and the moves in his hands were often very mysterious, but none of his moves could be finished.

Taking over someone else's body may be able to inherit the cultivation of others at the same time, but it is never possible to inherit the strength of others as it is.

Reading the memories of others may be able to know the trajectory of other people's lives, the secret techniques in their minds, and the past combat experiences of others, but this battle is different from any previous one, and the past experience does not apply to the present.

The Huolin Sword faced the Qi Sword, and Mo Ye's feet stepped on Zhou Xinyan's chest.

Under the protection of the water-like energy, the Canglang Sword Intent, Mo Ye had already dared to make a short contact with the black qi on Zhou Xinyan's body, and for the foreign body manifested by the 'will', only things that were also born from the 'will' could contend with it.

"Phew!"

A deep Xie depression appeared on Zhou Xinyan's chest, and he flew out a hundred meters upside down before he could stop retreating.

Blood was spilling from his mouth, and the bones in his chest creaked, but he shouted 'kill' again and rushed back.

is like a sandbag that doesn't know pain, and more like a mad dog who has a grudge against Mo Ye for killing his father.

Even if he was covered in bruises, he had to tear off a piece of flesh from Mo Ye's body.

Is it the realization that the possibility of 'being caught alive' has reached zero?

Or is he just moving the plot that was originally planned a little later to play out now?

No matter what, Mo Xie will not let Lin Ming succeed, after knowing that the other party's 'tricks' can only be exerted through eye contact and physical contact, which can be effective enough to affect himself, Mo Ye has done enough to take precautions.

The sword that has been played once will be disintegrated into sword qi and bombarded on Zhou Xinyan's body the next time the sword is matched, and the kicked foot will always be covered with a layer of white energy, and after the kick is finished, the foot will be withdrawn, but the energy that is used as a protective layer will be directly divided out and remain on Zhou Xinyan's body as a piece of additional damage.

"Boom!"

Facing Zhou Xinyan, who rushed back again and again, this was Mo Xie's only response.

He wouldn't say nonsense like "Lin Ming! Stop!", because first of all, he is not qualified to say it, and secondly, it is useless for him to say it.

Mo Xie once made a real killer against Lin Ming, the decision to 'drag the other party to the end together' and the intention of making that decision, even at this moment, are still coherent.

"You made a mistake on my part!"

There was quicksilver overflowing from Mo Ye's eyes, and it melted into his messy hair that had been extraordinarily unflamboyant because he had not paid attention to it for many days. Like the energy that surrounds him, his spiritual power seems to have been somewhat alienated, taking on some 'water' qualities.

"And now, I'm going to correct this mistake back!"

The thoughts that echoed in my heart turned into unparalleled anger.

"You must not be allowed to kill innocents indiscriminately!"

There was no sound, only the sound of the sword.

"Boom!"

Black and white collided decisively, one retreated, with more scars on his body, and then roared and pounced back, and the other stopped in place, looking rock solid, but how long could he hold on?

This time, Zhou Xinyan only exited ninety-nine meters.

Mo Ye's physical strength began to decline.

The defeat has appeared, just like the way he fought when he killed the eight-winged angel in the 'Heavenly Realm', that was the battle method that Mo Xie was proud of, and it was also the only battle method that could allow him to win.

"It's only an inch. ”

I still remember the words he said that day when he knelt down in the stairwell, sweating profusely.

Now the difference is one meter.

"Old Ghost Zhou, can you hear it? Can't you get out? I can't hold it anymore!"

Repelling Zhou Xinyan, who didn't know how many times he rushed up, Mo Xie roared, and in response to him was the eternal roar:

"Kill!"

Abandoned the Dao method, abandoned the 'fire' that was restrained by Mo Ye, every move and style is a decisive killing move that Mo Ye has never seen, and every move can be called 'Heaven and Earth Live Together'.

Mo Xie was getting more and more tired of coping.

"!"

Mo Ye looked around Siye, he now regretted sending Zhao Chongtian away. After all, if the other party is still here, Mo Ye can still meditate directly in his heart, 'Feng', consciously run away, and then throw the mess to Zhao Chongtian.

"Old Ghost Zhou, you still have ten seconds to take back control!"

Mo Ye's roar drowned out the sound of the sword in his hand.

"Ten!"

Swinging the sword, stabbing into Zhou Xinyan's right ribs, and then detonating it while making up for a palm, he barely reproduced the scene of making Zhou Xinyan 'fly 100 meters upside down'.

"Nine!"

The swords intersected, and the method of borrowing strength to fight was used, and Zhou Xinyan's own strength was used to throw him out of a hundred meters.

"Eight!"

At the same time, Mo Ye raised his foot, and it was no longer the opponent's torso that he hit his knee.

The force transmitted back from the sword, the force transmitted back from the palm, and the force transmitted back from the feet, each of them forced Mo Ye to raise his head.

"Seven!"

A hole appeared in the clothes on Mo Xie's chest, and a blazing white sword qi erupted from the hole, and the condensation of this sword qi actually shot Zhou Xinyan into the hole.

Forcefully, Zhou Xinyan was kicked to the ground by Mo Ye.

"Six! five!"

Injured too badly, even if the operator was Lin Ming, it took two breaths to gather the power to fight back again, but this time Mo Ye did not fight him hard again, face to face.

Canglang sword intent is strong, but it is a pity that Mo Xie is not the great river that originates from the snow-capped mountains and runs through the entire continent, but just a 'reservoir' that is difficult to evaluate as a 'reservoir'.

The 'water level' used to transform into angry waves has bottomed out, and the waves are still waves, but the waves will no longer be prosperous.

The decline is here.

"Four, three, two, one!

Suddenly shouted out the last few countdowns at a very fast speed, Mo Xie silently recited the word 'Feng' and ran away directly.

The ten-second 'ten seconds' is simply a virtual finger.