The Huolin Sword polluted by the black spots was knocked to the dust by its old owner, and the sword was not in the hands of the swordsman, no matter how sharp and fierce it was, it could not do anything.

Zhou Xinyan, who had red eyes and blood all over his body turned black, was also beaten into the mud, he must have had unspeakable cause and effect with this low mountain in his previous life, so that he had intimate contact with it again and again today.

The strength of Mo Xie's condensation qi sword has always been enough to bear the 'concussion sword' as the standard, and at the same time as it was detonated, Mo Xie himself had to enter a 'void' state to avoid being injured, as the main bearer of this move'self-killing, style, attack, attack', Zhou Xinyan's body actually had several transparent holes and dense blood holes.

"Ho ho ......!"

Zhou Xinyan struggled on the ground, but because the injured parts were on many joints, and even a transparent hole was pierced through the spine, the spine was broken, and he couldn't get up at all with the function of his body alone.

Mo Ye looked at Zhou Xinyan, who had lost his ability to move and was lying on the ground completely at a loss, and a shadow rose in his heart.

Whether it is the black blood flowing from Zhou Xinyan's body or his style of play like a mad tiger but without rules, it reveals a strange taste, Zhou Xinyan seems to have lost his mind, and he seems to be enchanted.

The red flame burned on Zhou Xinyan's body, Mo Xie tried to use his spiritual power to perceive the strangeness on Zhou Xinyan's body, but his spiritual power was scalded when it came into contact with the fire on Zhou Xinyan's body.

"It feels like ...... Fire Kirin?"

Mo Xie had only had such an experience when he encountered the Fire Qilin, and only the fire on the Fire Qilin had such characteristics.

He vaguely guessed something, such as why Zhou Xinyan would not hesitate to forcibly seize the Huolin Sword on the side of Mo Xie after he went crazy. For example, the Buddha seal that flashed on Zhou Xinyan's head should be a seal, and its purpose is to protect Zhou Xinyan's sanity. For example, why didn't Zhou Xinyan show his 'real skills' and why he 'released water' at the beginning.

"Who did what and for what purpose?"

Mo Xie looked around the four fields, and every grass and tree within a radius of ten miles was under his perception.

The 'Yellow Finch' is gone, and the 'Fisherman' is gone.

Maybe they're watching from afar, maybe they don't have to be there at all.

Mo Xie thought of the condition that the Zhuge family had promised him 'to exchange Zhou Xinyan's head for his mother's news'.

He also remembered Zhao Chongtian, who stood in the sky in Jianye City, and forced him to lead the crowd to hide in the 'Heavenly Realm' with his momentum alone.

But more of a faceless figure in black, he is the prototype of the shadow, calculating all the people, laying down all the games, earning the heroic death and seeking fame.

The sword intent on his body faded like a tide, standing in the air, and Mo Xie trembled for no reason.

Zhou Xinyan is a Yuanying monk, not to mention belonging to the realm of a monk, his strength is by no means inferior to Mo Ye, otherwise Mo Ye would not have built momentum for himself many times in these ten days and practiced hard.

A person who is as powerful as a human spirit and has been plotted and played with so far, so what about him?

Mo Xie is only in his early twenties, and his experience in the rivers and lakes is simply poor compared to Zhou Xinyan, and it is easy for the person who harmed Zhou Xinyan like this to harm Mo Xie and the people around Mo Xie.

"Who?"

The entire mountain had been engulfed by the red flames that were constantly emerging from Zhou Xinyan's body, and in the face of the raging flames, Mo Xie suddenly turned around, and shot out hundreds of sword qi with a wave of his hand.

There was a blur in the air, and Zhao Chongtian, who was dressed in a gray robe, appeared from a position thirty meters away from Mo Ye.

"Little friend, the old man has no malice. ”

Zhao Chongtian bowed his hand slightly, he seems to be so polite and polite forever, so that people can't find any faults, should he be said to be worthy of being a person from a big family?

Hundreds of sword qi were wiped out by his sleeves, and Mo Ye couldn't help but shrink his pupils in the face of this scene.

"No malice? What kind of 'meaning' do you have?"

Mo Xie knew that Zhao Chongtian was afraid that he had already followed him when he appeared in Jianye and went to Zhou's house, if it weren't for Zhou Xinyan's sudden madness and demonic anger, forcing Zhao Chongtian to resist and protect his body, he leaked a trace of qi, otherwise Mo Xie would not have had the opportunity to find out that this person was hiding behind him.

Mo Ye looked at Zhao Chongtian coldly, and once again condensed an air sword in his hand.

The momentum that had just faded was once again collected and gathered by him from the corners of his body, and Zhao Chongtian only felt that he was facing a roaring river.

At this time, as long as there is a disagreement, Zhao Chongtian will face the sword of Mo Ye like a mad demon.

He watched the battle between Mo Xie and Zhou Xinyan, and Mo Xie used eighteen swords in a row, forcing Zhou Xinyan to mobilize forces other than conventional, resulting in the shattering of the seal and his own demonization. Although his own strength was enough to crush Zhou Xinyan, he could also see that so far Mo Xie had not used any real killing moves, real full strength, and those angels who appeared and disappeared with Mo Ye did not show up.

'Conflict with Mo Ye' was not in Zhao Chongtian's consideration, his mission to Jianye in person was to make friends with Mo Ye, and it was best to pull Mo Ye into the Zhao family's chariot, in a sense, he really had no malicious intent, secretly followed Mo Ye all the way, and watched the battle from the sidelines, in fact, he just wanted to support him, lest Zhou Xinyan make a big news and kill Mo Xie - with Zhao Chongtian's understanding of Zhou Xinyan, if Zhou Xinyan launched a ruthless attack, even Zhao Chongtian himself had to admit it and avoid the edge for the time being.

And Zhao Chongtian is the true power of the late Yuan Infant.

"Xiaoyou, you and I are both in the same vein as Yan and Huang, and now the great world is coming, we should work together to seek fame in the world and earn congratulations from all races. You say yes, right?"

Zhao Chongtian sighed slightly, and said this remark that was obviously a solicitation that had been drafted N more, in terms of words, these words were elegant enough, and in terms of internal meaning, these words were also straightforward enough.

However, Mo Ye still listened half-understood and half-understood.

What is the big thing?(The colloquial word 'world' is the same as 'thing'.) ）

Make a name for yourself in the world?

Is this to first rebel at home, and then play the rhythm of hegemony, power, sovereignty, and righteousness in the international arena?

Mo Ye looked at Zhao Chongtian, his eyes became sharper and sharper.

"I'm going to say no?"

Mo Xie never thought about having anything to do with these big clans, he had lived in this world for more than 20 years, and after deeply understanding the nature of society, especially the 'cannibalism' of the upper class, Mo Xie instinctively stayed away from these so-called 'superior people'. To put it bluntly, 'I look like I'm vomiting, and you still want me to eat it'?

Besides, why should people 'discuss big things' with themselves?

I'm afraid that there are other plans, I'm afraid it's a delaying tactic, I'm afraid it's a dark Chen Cang.

Mo Xie just spit out the word 'what', and his body was a blur.

"Sa!"

As if crossing space, Mo Ye appeared above Zhao Chongtian's head out of thin air and slashed down with a sword.

This is the standard, signature opening action, this split Zhao Chongtian has seen it a long time ago.

"Cut, am I the same as Zhou Xinyan's rookie with a debuff?"

Zhao Chongtian flashed a sentence in his mind that should be more elegant but the meaning was similar, and in the face of the slashing sword, he beckoned, and a golden bell flew out of his palm, opening in the wind, and covering his whole body under it in an instant.

"Duang!Duang!Duang!Duang!Duang!Duang!Smack!"

Jin Zhong was shattered into powder after being hit by six swords, but there was no figure of Zhao Chongtian under Jin Zhong.

"Huh!"

Countless bare hands were born with the shattering of the golden bell, and they swooped out like snakes, each grasping a phantom left by Mo Ye.

Zhao Chongtian's majestic voice sounded in the sky higher, and at this moment, he had already shed his gray robe and put on a golden armor.

One by one, the phantoms were crushed and erased by the golden hand, leaving behind the only truth.

They can't help the truth.

Mo Xie swung his sword and cut off all the golden hands that were grabbed from him, and at this time, Zhao Chongtian threw out a golden ring and read out a word:

"Go!"