On the way to 'calculate', Zhou Xinyan may be really powerful, theoretically speaking, even if he loses his cultivation that day, he can still make a cameo appearance as a 'Iron Mouth God Calculation' and mix a few money to live.

But no matter how 'calculated' it is, it has to be based on known intelligence.

He was able to avoid Zhou Lao Wu's whip one by one, and lead Zhou Lao Wu's whip to Mo Ye, completely because he knew Zhou Lao Wu's cultivation, treasure whip and whip method, so he could play all this lightly.

He was able to make Mo Ye, who was far away, be struck by lightning through a seemingly redundant dodge action, entirely because he knew the thunder, understood the material of the Huolin Sword, and mastered Mo Ye's movement trajectory.

Calculated, he can always earn a little life for himself in desperate situations, but this time he missed it.

Zhou Xinyan never dreamed that Mo Ye, who had been struck by the thunderbolt and lost the ability to control his body, would still have a way to escape the ending of 'blocking the gun for his enemy', and he never imagined that Mo Ye would hit Zhou Yan's tombstone so vigorously.

"No!"

Zhou Xinyan, who was lying on the ground (pretending) to be dead (pretending) to be dead, shouted out.

He cried out in despair, as if he had been tortured for the second time.

"Die!"

Mo Xie was sticking to the tombstone at the moment, the too strong impact made his body and mouth bleed at the same time, and at the same time touched his numb and paralyzed state to a certain extent, his mind has always remained clear, he knows very well that he is now in an extremely disadvantageous position, he saw Zhou Laoqi and Zhou Shiyi, who had been 'playing happily' with him before, each threw out flying swords and talismans, and deduced the classic scene of 'beating the water dogs' towards him.

At this time, he was in great need of a shield, and it happened that he was attached to an indestructible shield.

Although the original white jade-like surface of this tombstone had grown strange red lines after Zhou Xinyan cast a spell, it was still indestructible in terms of Mo Xie's own personal experience just now.

The imperial envoy's telekinesis, using both hands and feet, hid himself behind the tombstone in an ugly posture and awkward movements, and the flying sword and talisman bombarded the tombstone very cooperatively.

Behind a very uninspired sound effect, everyone present opened their eyes and mouths wide.

"No~~~ Hmm...... Not...... Hmm......~!"

The timeline seemed to be infinitely stretched by a pair of invisible hands, and the white jade tombstone that had carried all kinds of bombardment and the aftermath of various battles in the aftermath of Zhou Xinyan's miserable howl was shattered.

There is no so-called 'slowly appearing cracks to gradually increasing cracks and then crushing', but direct crushing, as if destroying and decaying.

Is the attack too powerful?

Or is there something that has caused the headstone itself to decrease in strength?

Mo Xie didn't have time to think about this, because the most direct impression of the shattering of the tombstone was that those flying swords and talismans that should have been blocked would fall on him.

"Poof!"

In the splash of jade dust, Mo Ye violently spit out a large mouthful of blood, in order to mobilize the internal qi that was still a little disobedient, he forced himself to exercise, this blood is reverse blood. I heard that if you can hold this mouthful of blood and not spit it out, you won't leave a dark wound or something, but Mo Ye didn't hold it back, and he didn't vomit this blood in vain.

Mo Xie spat this mouthful of blood on the Huolin Sword, with his current situation, he couldn't force this mouthful of blood to spray evenly, beautifully, and pretending to be forced, after all, he was originally 'spitting' instead of 'spraying'.

It's like vomiting when you're motion sickness.

His blood was stained with the sword grid and the small half of the sword body of the Huolin Sword.

"Eclipse of the Sun!"

This move can be regarded as the blessing and benefit that comes with the Huolin Sword, and it can be presented by simply inputting a large amount of internal qi, and at this moment, coupled with Mo Ye's mouthful of reverse blood, the Qilin Phantom instantly condensed.

"Phew!"

The Qilin Phantom met the flying sword and the talisman, and the blow that Mo Xie sent out in a hurry could be enough to break the alliance of Zhou Laoqi and Zhou Shiyi, and in the smoke and light, the Qilin Phantom stepped on the two flying swords into scrap iron, rushed into the sky with his head held high, and then dissipated under the bombardment of the runes and magic weapons that emerged from many monks.

The unicorn phantom bought Mo Ye three breaths of time, and Zhou Xinyan's voice seemed to be a tenor singer's 'no~~ hmm' that didn't even win a breath for him.

The Celestial Maiden's scattered icicles pierced him into a hedgehog, and the inertia of the icicles knocked Zhou Xinyan away.

He fell into a crack in the ground, and the sound of the water splashed and brought a small splash.

This player should have a rating of no less than 9.5, which should be above 9.8 considering that he is physically disabled.

Looking at Zhou Xinyan, who sank to the bottom after falling into the water, Zhou Qiyuan's heart was neither the joy of 'it's done', nor the contemplation of 'what to do after the Zhou family's anti-target was killed', nor the sorrow of 'it's over, the treasure house key hasn't arrived yet', but such a very nonsensical sentence.

Wealth and happiness have gone, and he has exhausted the spiritual power of his whole body, and he has completely emptied himself at this moment.

"Hahahaha!"

He laughed, like a madman, but more like Zhou Xinyan, who had collapsed under torture some time ago, and even the tone was at the same frequency.

He should have a different story, but he doesn't say it, and no one else asks.

Everyone is very busy, and it is only a matter of time before such neurotic laughter disturbs the people when everyone is busy and down, and it is only a matter of time before they go out and lose their faces with rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves.

"Smack!"

A fist-sized fragment of a tombstone smashed into Zhou Qiyuan's face, smashing him backwards and ruining his graceful face.

Mo Xie was half-kneeling on the ground with the Huolin Sword, and his left hand was still in a posture of throwing something.

Zhou Qiyuan's laughter stopped, replaced by a whimper of unknown meaning.

His nose was smashed, and blood filled his nose and mouth.

Suffocating, he clutched his neck and struggled to his feet, posing himself on his knees with his head bowed so that blood could flow smoothly through his nose and mouth.

Live like a sinner who bows his head and confesses his sins, praying for a chance to change his mind.

The direction he was facing was Zhou Yan's shattered tombstone emitting black smoke and Mo Ye who was half-kneeling behind the tombstone.

"You laugh so badly, I hate it. ”

Mo Xie slowly stood up straight with the Huolin Sword, his blood flowed from the sword grid all the way to the tip of the sword, the red Huolin Sword was matched with this red blood line, it was strange and hideous, like a beast with blood in its mouth.

Say a word, the voice is not loud or small, but it is just enough for everyone in the audience to hear.

Many monks who had previously flown into the air fell one by one, some landed beside Zhou Qiyuan, and some landed far away from Zhou Qiyuan, but no one reached out to Zhou Qiyuan and helped him stop the bleeding, and no one tried to salvage Zhou Xinyan, who should have been hanging.

They just stood, holding their respective weapons, sometimes setting their eyes on Zhou Qiyuan and sometimes on Mo Ye.

The strange silence, the silent scene, only Zhou Qiyuan's uncontrollable whimper is like a long poem, undulating.

"Whimper, whimper, whimper...... It's hard, isn't it?"

Mo Xie moved his steps, I don't know if it was because the paralyzing effect of the thunder and lightning was still there or because he was injured, his steps were very staggering, very stiff, and swaying to make people worry that he would fall at any time.

The tip of the Fire Lin Sword was pointing downward, swirling in the air.

Is the hand holding the sword shaking, is it because of pain, or because of some unknown emotion?

"Let me help you. ”

His eyes were only on Zhou Qiyuan.