"Phew!"

The sound of the sonic boom came a little later than expected.

If a person's speed is fast enough to reach a certain level, no matter what kind of moves he makes, it is enough to be invincible, Mo Ye's speed is not fast enough to that realm, after realizing the 'Canglang Sword Intent' and confronting Zhao Chongtian, the focus of his cultivation has also shifted away from the word 'speed', but he is still faster than Zhou Xinyan at this time.

Even if Zhou Xinyan was a charge that was triggered by the strength of stepping on a low mountain and entering the ground, it was the same.

Facing the rushing Zhou Xinyan, Mo Xie crossed his sword and swung out the Dao Gale Regiment to protect his body, and at the same time, his body moved to avoid the impact of Zhou Xinyan.

"Such a reckless, straightforward way of playing...... What about your sword, where is your fire charm, what about your calculations, are you insulting me?"

Zhou Xinyan broke through the clouds, and then swooped down again, barehanded, like a flying farmer rather than a monk who raised his hand to turn over the clouds and rain on his hands.

He was full of flaws all over his body, and just now, if Mo Xie was more radical, not to mention taking his life, he could still do it by leaving a few cuts on him.

Mo Xie didn't do this, he just watched Zhou Xinyan's figure come and go.

Silence, then anger.

He had seen Zhou Xinyan's exquisite Dao method, and he had also seen the momentum of Yuan Ying's great power, and he expected that today's duel would be a bitter battle.

No one likes to get caught up in a hard fight, and if you can win a battle simply and easily, I'm afraid no one will not be glad about it.

Maybe it's because of the strengthening of the 'dragon bloodline' and the physical sense away from the category of 'normal people', or maybe it's the psychological metamorphosis caused by practicing the swordsmanship created by the weirdos and reaching beyond the boundaries that ordinary people can accommodate, of course, the more important thing may be because he has personally witnessed Zhou Xinyan's miserable situation with his own eyes and his past in that situation, he still tried all means and used all conditions to survive and take revenge.

He was rightly angry.

It's not that I'm angry at the other party's contempt, that this duel is like child's play, it's that the other party has hidden all the subtle methods, and that the other party has so many flaws.

He was angry at the death will that could not be concealed no matter how much he could hide it in Zhou Xinyan's body behind all this.

Zhou Xinyan is begging for death.

Zhou Xinyan must have never pleaded for such a thing, so when he put it into practice, he made everything so obvious without acting skills. Whether it was the opening scene of being taken off the 'One Blood' at the beginning of the earlier start, or the rampage that was now going straight and as if it was about to smash his chest against the tip of Mo Ye's sword, this was clearly pointed out.

Why did Zhou Xinyan beg for death?

Mo Xie can't read minds, and he doesn't have any news channels to know what happened to Zhou Xinyan's body recently, he doesn't know what the scars on the back of Zhou Xinyan's hands represent, for monks, the injuries on his limbs are very easy to repair, and he doesn't know what the mark on Zhou Xinyan's head represents, and when Zhou Xinyan's hair color turned red.

He only knew one thing - if he killed such a Zhou Xinyan, the meaning of the Huolin Sword would be ignored for the time being, and he would look down on himself.

"Don't kill people who are bent on death. ”

The famous words of a certain king were still lingering in his ears, and Mo Xie groaned slightly, and put his sword in his fist as soon as he retracted it.

"If you don't take the real skills, I won't take them. ”

Mo Ye's fist rushed over Zhou Xinyan's left cheek, and the opponent smashed on the low mountain below like a kite with a broken line, although Mo Ye's fist strength was not deliberately practiced, but since this punch hit the opponent's 'left cheek', then Mo Ye's right fist was naturally his right fist.

Mo Ye's right arm is the Qilin Arm.

Therefore, Zhou Xinyan naturally fell into the mountain.

"Phew. ”

Zhou Xinyan quickly broke through the ground, twisted his neck and spit out the mud and sand that he accidentally ate in his mouth, and the left half of his face was swollen.

It's also thanks to the fact that he is a powerful person in the infancy, and his physical toughness is far beyond human comparison, otherwise he wouldn't have to think about getting up again after this punch.

"Good punches. ”

Zhou Xinyan smiled and rushed into the air again, but this time he slowed down and slowly rose to a height equal to Mo Xie to hold the latter.

"There's something better!"

Mo Xie snorted, and drew his fist, this time it was his turn to take the initiative.

"Phew!"

Zhou Xinyan was smashed into the mountain by him again.

"Friend, don't hit someone in the face. ”

This time, Mo Xie hit Zhou Xinyan's right cheek, and while swelling it, Mo Ye's own left hand also ached faintly.

Zhou Xinyan drilled out of the ground again, and with his hand, he blocked the fist of Mo Ye, who was chasing him all the way down and firing at his face, and at the same time said something that was very different from what he would say, and it was not like what he should say on such an occasion.

There was no hint of fire in his tone, as if he was sitting in a restaurant ordering food and asking for the heat in the kitchen.

Then he was punched again in the left cheek.

"Don't slap your face!"

This punch was not heavy, it was just to the extent that Zhou Xinyan was knocked to the ground, but after Zhou Xinyan fell to the ground, Mo Ye stepped on his back.

Insult and insult are no more straightforward, more direct, and more impactful insults than this.

However, in the face of such insults and insults, Zhou Xinyan still said those inconsequential words, which made people suspect that he was beaten stupid from time to time.

"Listen, I have a nuclear bomb in my hand, if you don't show your real skills, I'll blow up the Zhou family. I think that even if the Zhou family's great array is useless, I'm afraid I won't have any strength left after taking a nuclear bomb to stop me from breaking in and killing me, right?"

Mo Ye held the knee of the leg that was stepping on Zhou Xinyan's back with one hand, and pressed at least eighty percent of the weight of his whole body on Zhou Xinyan's body, and the words that came out of his mouth carried a real killing intent.

At the first moment, Zhou Xinyan knew that Mo Ye was by no means joking.

"You are not the kind of person who kills innocents indiscriminately, and people who kill innocents indiscriminately cannot use that pure sword. ”

Zhou Xinyan was lying on his stomach, his voice was very calm.

"Who knows...... Maybe I won't be able to kill those people, but I will definitely throw the nuclear bomb, and now that the Zhou family is full of masters, I believe that there will be many people who are willing to complete the business after that. ”

Mo Evil Dao.

"Why do you bother...... It's just the old man who offended you, and now the old man is not as good as others and is defeated by your men, can't you be satisfied?"

Zhou Xinyan's tone was no longer as calm as before.

"Of course I'm not satisfied, since this fight is not happy, then I naturally have to find my own pleasure elsewhere. ”

The Huolin Sword was once again held in Mo Ye's hand, and he pressed the tip of the sword against the back of Zhou Xinyan's head.

"I've heard that the deceased won't have much pain before they die, and I'll be cheap for you today, old Zamao. ”

After speaking, Mo Xie sent it away.

The sword, stabbed down.