It's a good idea to run away after pretending to be forced.

"Smack!"

The contemplation of the word 'abundance' requires only one thought, and it is extremely fast, but ......

"Kill!"

Zhou Xinyan let out a customary roar, and the roar that had only served as a reminder in the past caused an abnormality at this moment when Mo Xie was concentrating his mind.

"Boom!"

Mo Ye felt like a thunderbolt in his mind, and the word 'Feng' that had already taken shape was actually shattered!

"Silly, you thought you were playing with noise pollution?"

Lin Ming said.

"Phew!"

The Qi Sword faced the Huolin Sword again, and for the first time, the former's soft white and shiny sword body gave birth to a black root-like crack in the collision.

This time, Mo Xie used the 'water flow' around him to repel Zhou Xinyan.

"Kill!"

Before he could catch his breath, Zhou Xinyan, who was controlled by Lin Ming, rushed back again.

This time the opponent regrouped faster than any previous ones.

Was it hidden before?

Or is there a chance of victory, and the remaining residual heat in the body will be triggered at any cost?

The black cracks spread on the qi sword, and if he abandoned the sword, Mo Ye would not be able to meet the enemy, and if he didn't give up, Zhao Chongtian's broken arm was still in front of him.

At the beginning, he used the polluted Huolin Sword to calculate Zhao Chongtian, and once upon a time, it was his turn.

The Present World Newspaper.

"Smack!"

The aftershocks of thunder still echoed in his mind, and Mo Ye struggled to ignore the pain, regathering his anger and urging the angry waves.

Without hesitation, he crushed the qi sword in his hand and turned it into a rain of rain that bombarded Zhou Xinyan's body.

Zhou Xinyan already has no less than a dozen transparent holes on his body, and there are even more blood holes in the deep visible bones like a hornet's nest, and he has no concept of pain and battle damage controlled by Lin Ming, just like a machine.

This rain of swords only made Zhou Xinyan's movements slow down for a moment.

A breath that is not obvious.

The silver light in Mo Ye's eyes no longer overflowed, and there were only four 'streams' of water around him.

One breath is no longer enough, and now he mobilizes his sword qi to condense a decent qi sword, and even if he condenses the qi sword, I am afraid that it will be polluted and abandoned in the upcoming battle.

The moment when the 'declining momentum' appeared did not refer to the time when Mo Xie was unable to repel Zhou Xinyan by many meters, but to the time when Mo Ye could not stop the black aura of Lin Ming.

This is even a master like Zhao Chongtian who has chosen to 'break his tail to survive'!

It is obviously Mo Ye who bears the "Holy Codex", it is Mo Ye who has obviously entered and exited the mission world many times and exchanged and strengthened it several times, and it is obviously that he has practiced hard for so long and prepared for so long, why did he gradually fall into disadvantage when facing Lin Ming, who was inferior to him in terms of resources, time, and exercises?

And what he faced was not Lin Ming himself, but Zhou Xinyan, who was manipulated by Lin Ming.

There's nothing more shameful than these three questions.

"Kill!"

The silver light in Mo Ye's eyes shattered, replaced by scarlet, since the time of his own exchange of 'dragon blood' and the gradual growth of the bloodline level, the special ability of the bloodline and the optimization of the physique have been continuously obvious, and the wildness and murderous nature buried in the depths of the bloodline have gradually taken root. On weekdays, Mo Xie will not feel anything abnormal, and this wildness can often provide Mo Ye with a fighting spirit during battle, but every time it is a matter of life and death, this wildness will make Mo Ye suffer from 'pink eye' and enter a strange state.

The last time he fell into this state, he suffered from Pudu Cihang, who showed his true body.

The sword is no longer held in the hand, the fingers and palms are finally truly united, and the oldest fighting art of mankind does not need any fancy.

One punch!

The four 'water streams' were unreservedly wrapped around Mo Ye's right fist to form a simple fist glove, the fist was like electricity, and the momentum was like a tide, causing wisps of red flame to burst out in the air.

Mo Ye's entire right arm was red, and the pattern of the unicorn seemed to come to life, it was shining and slanting its head.

The fist and the blade collided in the next breath, and the sky exploded with thunder louder than ever, and the pitch-black aura and the red fire repelled and fused together, and then fell apart.

A figure fell, and a figure stood in place.

It is not the loser who falls, nor does he who remains victorious.

"Poof!"

There was a trace of blood red on the corner of Mo Ye's mouth, and his right hand was no longer a fist, but a sword again.

Fire Blade!

The dark aura of the sword was steaming, as if countless resentful spirits were struggling and cursing in it, poisoning any creature who dared to touch them in the hope of transferring their own pain and injustice to others.

Just grasping Mo Ye's half of his forearm for a short time has been dyed black, he used the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth to carve the 'Soul Destroying Mark' in the void and hit it into his forearm, but it had little effect, Mo Ye hit three marks in a row, and it only barely stopped the spread of black qi.

"Close!"

He used his spiritual power to put the Huolin Sword into the spatial bracelet, and then quickly severed the connection with this part of the spiritual power.

"Hahahaha!"

Zhou Xinyan, who fell, let out a wild laugh, and with his wild laughter, wisps of black gas continued to emerge from his limbs, five holes and seven orifices.

The black qi condensed into arrows and went straight to Mo Xie like a psychic.

To be precise, it was 'going straight to Mo Xie's right hand'.

"Sa!"

Mo Xie swung out his sword qi, and the sword qi met the black arrow, and the latter directly regarded the former as nothing, like light penetrating the flow of water.

Mo Xie shifted his position sideways and jumped into the sky. The black arrows spun and chased through the air.

Mo Xie didn't dare to bet on whether the 'Void' could ignore the black arrow, and the soul-destroying mark carved out of the blood was used on his right hand without any leftovers, and he carved the word 'Feng' in his heart at the moment, and it took five consecutive times to succeed when the aftershocks in his brain were still there.

"Smack!"

Mo Ye appeared in the third layer of the 'Heavenly Realm', and the holy environment had not yet allowed him to feel a little lighter, and the sound of 'whooshing' breaking through the air sounded in his ears.

The Black Arrows ignored the barrier of the different space and arrived in the 'Heavenly Realm', and followed them like maggots on tarsal bones!

The black arrows chased after Mo Xie, and the closest one of them was almost attached to Mo Xie's back.

Mo Ye's eyes were still scarlet, and in the face of many black arrows, he did not hesitate to move his body and rush directly into the passage to the fourth layer.

The teleportation was completed in an instant, and before Mo Xie could gain a foothold in the fourth layer, many eight-winged angels surrounded him like a swarm of bees.

On the fourth layer, the angel with the lowest strength is also equivalent to the power of the Yuanying, and the boss with the highest strength is a realm that Mo Ye almost dare not imagine.

The remnant blood sky blue also hit the tracking type of killing move, did Mo Xie come here to kill himself?