Unable to crush the opponent's 'Dao' with his own 'Dao', there was no need for this competition to continue as early as when Lin Ming held out the 'Full Moon', and the reason why there would be Zhao Lao's 'falling blow to the sky' was all out of face.

The elders have the pride and reserve of the elders, and Zhao Lao obviously emphasizes the former and ignores the latter.

With Zhao Lao's usual reason, it seemed that he should not have made such a reckless decision, but as far as the facts were concerned, he not only did it but also intended to continue to implement it.

The long sword with a luster like flowing water was held in Zhao Lao's hand, as if sensing the anger of his master, and the long sword slowly turned purple.

Purple is the purple of thunder and lightning, purple electric green steel, and the ancient power once held to cut down the stars.

As soon as this sword came out, suddenly an obscure qi began to descend from the sky, and it acted vigorously on Lin Ming's body, pressing him to the ground, stepping on two deep footprints.

"Good sword! ”

Lin Ming praised, and then very simply crushed the full moon in his hand, and with the power released when the totem belonging to the 'Dao' was broken, he took his subordinates away.

All that was left was a cloud of silver smoke and the wreckage of the plane, indicating that they had been here.

High in the air, Old Zhao stood for a long time and then put away his sword with difficulty, and the look on his face seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden—this old man who had already looked like he had stepped into the coffin with one foot was now lying in the coffin.

"What a terrible ability to control the mind! The information provided by Mo Xie is correct! I knew this was the case, I should have agreed to his conditions at that time! It's a pity!

Zhao Lao sighed secretly, and a black mist on his body was slowly forced out, dispersing into the vast and boundless sky until it became transparent.

Zhao Lao was tricked, but compared to Zhao Chongtian and Zhou Xinyan, his realm and experience made him not as embarrassed as Zhou Xinyan and Zhao Chongtian, but after forcing Lin Ming back, he still couldn't hide his decadence.

Summoning that sword was not an understatement, not only did Zhao Lao pay a huge price when he summoned it, and he endured a huge amount of consumption when holding it, but he also had to deal with a series of troubles caused by its appearance next.

"Lao Zhao, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Dozens of streamers shot from the sky, and Sun Lao, who was stepping on the flying sword, was full of anxiety, followed by a large number of people, all of whom had the strength of the late stage of Jindan.

As a family that is close to the Zhao family, the Sun family did not leave the imperial capital in this operation against Mo Ye, and Zhao Lao deliberately asked Sun Lao to strengthen the inspection of the imperial capital after listening to Mo Ye's statement.

Everyone acquiesced to something tonight, but they never thought that the first person to sound the alarm would be Zhao Lao, and the alarm was still so loud.

When Zhao Lao held the sword, the sky above the entire imperial capital emitted an overwhelming trill.

"It's fine. ”

Zhao Lao waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, but his crumbling figure betrayed him, and Sun Lao hurriedly stepped forward to support him when he saw the situation.

"You're hurt?"

is also a master of cultivation, and Sun Lao's hand only touched the edge of Zhao Lao's clothes and sensed the deficit and decay of qi and blood in the latter's body.

Zhao Lao was seriously injured.

"Don't make a noise, quickly summon the old money and them back, by the way, I agreed to what Mo Xie proposed. ”

After glancing at it, the people who followed Sun Lao were the core members of the Zhao and Sun families, and Zhao Lao was a little relieved and accepted Sun Lao's support.

"Okay. ”

Sun Lao replied.

"It's just that Mo Xie is not easy to match...... As a martial cultivator, I have already had such strength in my early twenties, and I am worried about ......"

Sun Lao hesitated for a moment but still said what was in his heart, and Zhao Lao raised a hand to stop Hou Wen.

"Needless to say, just take care of the present. ”

Zhao Lao Dao.

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In the sky, among the flowing clouds, hundreds of silver-white figures swept by, and dozens of streamers followed far behind them.

"Lord Mo Ye, there are more and more farts worms, do you want to repel them?"

Angel was guarding Mo Xie's side, and after the man lost his right arm, she dutifully regarded herself as his right arm, his shield.

She didn't know why Mo Xie had kidnapped Wei Zhen and let out wild words for the cultivators to hunt him down, she just knew that there would be more and more people chasing after her, and they would become stronger and stronger, more than the number of Seraphims, strong enough to threaten Mo Ye, who was missing an arm.

- Of course, this is just a one-sided assumption by Anqi, in fact, looking at the entire Celestial Dynasty, the total number of Jindan monks may only add up to a little more than two hundred, and the angels have an absolute advantage in terms of numbers. And Mo Xie's strength has indeed been reduced after missing an arm, in the face of the strong, even if it is a strong person of Zhou Xinyan's level before, he may have to retreat, but he at least has the strength to 'retreat'.

"Ignore them and move on. ”

Mo Ye spread his momentum and embellished himself like a lamp in the night, and he didn't know how many monks hidden in the world were alarmed along the way.

That's what he wanted, and the more he made a fuss tonight, the safer the children who stayed in the mountains.

As long as he draws the attention of the world, Lin Ming will not dare to act rashly.

As for the others, as for what will happen to him, he doesn't care.

"Thief, let go of my young master!"

As soon as Mo Xie's words were finished, someone jumped out and slapped his face.

It was a silver-armored general, with a spear on his feet, and led more than 20 iron locks to stop in front of Mo Xie and the angels.

Mo Xie kept moving in a straight line all the way, it was too easy to intercept him, and only now did anyone dare to stop in front of him.

"Yo, here?"

Opening his mouth like an old friend, Mo Xie motioned for the angels to stop moving forward, while he threw Wei Wei, who still hadn't woken up at the moment, to An Qi and walked out of the crowd single-handedly.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, but anyone who had seen him make a move knew that his sword could be in his hand at any time if he wanted to.

"Huh!"

The spear flew into his hands from the feet of the silver-armored warrior, and many of the guards in various armors who stood in the same line as him followed suit.

The highest cultivation in this group of people is only in the late stage of Jindan, but after giving up the flight of the imperial weapon, they can already stay in the air, which is a bit of a doorway.

But this point of the door is not in Mo Ye's eyes.

"Make a move!"

The silver-armored warrior made a 'please' gesture with the spear in his hand, and he made a strict gesture, guarding the family, and it seemed that it was not just a few wine bags and rice bags, and a playboy.

Mo Xie admired their courage to stand in front of him even though they knew that their strength was inferior to his own, and he also admired the strict laws of the silver armor generals, if it was placed on weekdays, he would try to avoid conflicts with these people.

But not today.