Looking at the little sun floating in the sky and the fire phoenix, Yeyang also knew that Mo Zixuan was going to attack him next, but Yeyang didn't feel the slightest fear of this, since the fusion of the three souls and the return of eighty percent of his memories, Yeyang's cultivation even came to a higher realm that he had not come to in his previous life.

At this point, he himself didn't know if he only suppressed his cultivation at the ninth order of Xuanyin at this moment, and then used the human sword battle to do his best, whether he would really be as invulnerable as he expected, or if his own human sword battle was still a little inadequate in front of Mo Zixuan's hole cards.

But such a thought only appeared in his mind alone, and the other monks, whether it was Mo Zixuan who was fighting against Yeyang, or the other Yunhai Sect disciples with sticks on their backs, or other personal disciples.

In their hearts, no matter how much they try to dispel the fear in their hearts, there is still a wisp of gray around their hearts after all, which makes them feel very uncomfortable.

Not long after Yeyang saw the little sun, he didn't dare to wait any longer, just because Mo Zixuan, who was always entangled by a dead breath in his heart, also sacrificed the fire phoenix and the little sun together, and pressed towards the Yeyang, who was less than seven feet tall.

Seeing this, it was actually the night sun that had condensed ninety percent of the power, and it was just laughing out loud, and then, his angry eyes were like angry demons, and he opened his mouth and shouted:

"Human Sword Combat Method!

Yes, this sword is also the third sword that Yeyang transformed from the two swords of the human sword method, that is, the appearance of this sword, Yeyang felt that the human sword method was slightly more complete, and no longer like before, every time he used the first sword, he always felt that the power was not good, and when he used the second sword, he felt that it was best to put it on the ground sword method.

But just after the appearance of the third sword, Yeyang only felt a shock in his spirit, and a dark figure appeared in his mind, just constantly wielding that more advanced sword technique.

Before the words fell, then among the black clouds in the sky above the night sun, it was as if it had been split by a sword, and it went straight to the recess in between.

The terrible wind continued to blow, but this wind could only fuel the little sun and the flame power of the fire phoenix, and it could not have any other effect.

The little sun was still advancing, and the fire phoenix was constantly flying around the little sun, although such a slow martial arts speed, for Yeyang and even the other Xuanyin cultivators, it was simply calling the opponent to flee quickly, but Yeyang was about to stand in place.

It's just that at the same time as swinging the sword, the white frost on Yeyang's body faded, as if he had given up all his defenses and gambled everything on this sword, but this idea was just the wishful thinking of Mo Zixuan, whose face turned pale after using the last two shots.

In the blink of an eye, Huo Feng and Xiao Sun also came to a distance of only three hundred meters in front of Ye Yang, and at this moment, a dark red spiritual fire spread out from Ye Yang's body, forming a dark red flame suit on his body.

Mo Zixuan was not able to see the appearance of this scene, but the other people saw it clearly and frowned.

They didn't think that Yeyang's flame suit would be able to withstand Mo Zixuan's all-out strength to kill a terrifying two shots of a ninth-order peak in an instant, so they couldn't help but worry about Yeyang in their hearts.

It's just that their worries are not because Yeyang will be killed by Mo Zixuan's two shots, but because Yeyang is the disciple of the Great Elder Yao Fengyu as the Great Elder, and this matter is not a big secret in the circle of the disciples who are in the family.

And what kind of temperamental person Great Elder Yao Fengyu was, compared to the other high-level leaders of the Yunhai Sect, there was no one else who knew better than them as a personal disciple.

Although he seems to be elven and strange on the surface or speaking and dealing with some small things, he is indeed extremely protective of the people under him, and even can use the word madness to describe him, so if Yeyang is defeated by Mo Zixuan and killed by him by mistake, I am afraid that Mo Zixuan will no longer have it in the second half of his life...

The idea appeared, and everyone couldn't help but worry about Yeyang again, and even had the idea of going to Yeyang to resist Mo Zixuan's martial arts together, but in the end, they still suppressed the impulse in their hearts, just because the little sun and the fire phoenix flew to a hundred meters in front of Yeyang, but they were suddenly frozen.

The fire phoenix was crying, but the surging fire above the little sun seemed to be much quieter.

He was just standing quietly, and finally woke up from the picture of watching the black shadow dancing sword in his mind, and shouted again: "Break the sky!"

When the words came out, Yeyang seemed to just gently swing the night sword that had not yet been pulled out of its scabbard from the top down.

But just as he swung his sword down, a blood-red giant mouth with a width of 100 feet and a length appeared in the sky, and then, the little sun and fire phoenix, which were only close to the point of being a hundred meters in front of Yeyang's body, were also resisted by the aura emitted by the dark fire suit on Yeyang's body, and they were also cut off from the middle.

The fire phoenix is dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the little sun is constantly shrinking.

Mo Zixuan was stunned, but he just dragged his tired body and looked up at the torn sky, and then looked at his two shots that broke through directly, so he could only smile slightly bitterly.

He shook his head lightly and wanted to fly away, but Mo Zixuan found that his body was inexplicably painful, so he wanted to look down.

The thin flakes of the body like a hair were scattered by the hot wind blowing when the little sun and the fire phoenix dissipated.

The angry shouts came out of the mouths of the other Xuanyin monks, and even the woman who had a very good relationship with Mo Zixuan directly lifted it up, and quickly flew towards the night sun, but it was only able to fly less than half a hundred meters through the torn sky, and the woman's body was suddenly scattered like Mo Zixuan.

Only the spirit was left unharmed, trapped and locked in place, unable to speak or do anything else.

It was only at this time that the remaining five monks realized that the previous horror was just his warm-up, and the strength at the moment did not seem to be his full state.

Although the man with the stick on his back was also very angry, reason told him that the consequences of impulsiveness were just like Mo Zixuan and the others, and in the end he only ended up being trapped by the inexplicable power.

Suddenly, the arena space also came to an impasse...