After taking eighteen steps, the fighting energy in Mo Ye's body was empty, but this was enough.

"Poof~"

At this moment, time and space seemed to freeze, and the blood spit out by Nie Feng, who was knocked away, and the three palms that were turned into the blood of Bu Jingyun, who was led astray by the male tyrant, were all frozen in mid-air.

This moment was silent for Mo Ye, so silent that there was no wild laughter of the tyrant, no trembling sound from the sword constantly sounding all around, and this moment was also noisy for Mo Ye, and the overwhelming "squeak" sound of thousands of telekinetic silk threads conveyed to his ears through Lin Ming made his eardrum hurt.

This is a manifestation of the high degree of unity between Mo Evil's spirit and body, and it is definitely not a special effect of the killing move of 'Sword Twenty-Three'. At this moment, the outside world slowed down compared to Mo Ye, but his spiritual power was too strong, so he had the illusion that time stood still.

"Three...... Two...... One!" There is no need for much communication, Mo Ye and Lin Ming understand each other's meaning, and the countdown from Mo Ye is also the countdown from Lin Ming.

A stream of blood flowed out of Mo Ye's left nostril, which was a manifestation of the limit of spiritual power, supporting so many "flying swords" while also resisting the pull of the male bully and accumulating power for the "flying sword", Lin Ming had already broken the limit, at this time Mo Ye had just counted to "one", he couldn't support it anymore, and let go of the pull of the "flying sword".

"Zheng!"

With Mo Xie pushing with both hands, this sword sound pierced the silence for a long time, and the illusion of "time and space pause" was completely eliminated, followed by the sound of ten thousand swords breaking through the sky that resounded throughout the sword shrine.

"Pounds!"

Xiongba was like being suddenly let go by his opponent during the tug-of-war, and the force exerted by Lin Ming on the Huolin Sword was revoked as soon as Xiongba was like a palm hit into the air, and suddenly his nose snorted, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth for the first time.

This injury was weird, and suddenly Xiongba didn't have time to care about it at the moment, at this time, the "flying sword" that covered the sky and the sun was stabbing at him, relying on the terrain in the sword mound Xiongba was really unavoidable.

Xiongba's eyes widened, looking at this mythical scene, and the domineering spirit in his heart that had not yet been lost made him raise the sword in his hand.

At this time, he suddenly felt that the Huolin Sword in his hand was much lighter, like a straw as soft, without a thick feeling.

Faced with the scene in front of him, he couldn't get the slightest sense of security from the peerless weapon in his hand.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted that he had provoked Wushuang City and tore up his previous contract. If it weren't for that, the "Dugu Ming" in front of him would be a gentleman in the eyes of the world for the rest of his life, right?

The "flying sword" came too fast, and he couldn't afford to think about it at all, so he instinctively swung out a set of swordsmanship, but it was not a clever swordsmanship, but a few moves of the "Xuanwu Swordsmanship" that everyone in the rivers and lakes would know.

This is the earliest swordsmanship that Xiongba learned has been abandoned for many years and has not been used, but he didn't expect to be used by him at this last moment, and for a while, the dusty swordsmanship hooked the dusty memory, and the scenes of apprenticeship when he was young reappeared in front of his eyes.

It's just that almost all of his fellow disciples in the past have died under his hands now, and many people don't deserve to die at all over the years.

But so what?

Want to hear my confession?

Dream on!

In the face of the "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect" who was hiding in the ground, the male tyrant roared, his voice was full of domineering, with his roar, the Huolin Sword once again bloomed with a red fire, and with the unfolding of a set of "Xuanwu Swordsmanship", it was actually covered with a layer of fiery tortoise shell!

The tortoiseshell is made, and the ten thousand swords have arrived!

"Smack!"

Xiongba didn't care about the hidden dangers in his body at this time, after all, visually, the scene in front of him was really terrifying, but the Huolin Sword in his hand made such a strange sound when he came into contact with the "Flying Sword".

The "Flying Sword" broke, and at the same time, it shot away as the sword momentum of the Hero deviated from its original trajectory. And there was not much force on the Huolin Sword, and even Xiongba almost lost his sword technique because of too much force in his hand.

"Do you want to play such a trick a second time?" Xiongba sneered at this, he himself was well versed in the "virtual and real" in the art of war, and he had suffered this loss in the hands of Mo Ye before. For a person who was able to survive the 'Three Points True Qi' close-range explosion unscathed, he would never think that the other party had only this bit of strength to put on such a large formation.

For a while, Xiongba held his breath and condensed, and the "Xuanwu Swordsmanship" in his hand made the tiger angry, and he didn't look at whether the sword was fast or slow, whether it was powerful or not, he treated it generally, and with all his strength, he aimed at the more fragile parts of the sword itself and cut it off.

So in "Fengyun II", the scene of ten thousand swords returning to the sect against the immortal golden body was staged in advance, and in the eyes of the onlookers Feng and Yun, the whole person was covered by the sword rain, and only a trace of red light occasionally appeared through the "rain curtain" to prove that he was still alive.

The rain of swords gradually began to thin out, and the swords that had been sleeping in the sword mound for more than ten years poured out all their anger on the male tyrant.

"Ah!!h

He couldn't remember how many swords he had swung out, and he was about to vomit in the 'Impenetrable Wind and Rain' in "Xuanwu Sword Technique".

It's just that he didn't dare to relax, because he didn't know if the next sword would be added by Mo Ye, because the swords he had cut off before were all weak and powerless, and there was no sword qi attached to it.

Xiongba saw Mo Ye's smirking face through the gap in the sword rain, and his nerves began to tense highly as the sword rain continued to decrease, and before he knew it, he was already sweating through heavy clothes.

The sword infused with true power is still behind, and the fewer the swords infused with real power, the more terrifying the power contained in the sword, Xiongba's heart is bottomless, and he doesn't know if he can survive under this move.

He is no longer seeking victory, but survival.

He had completely let go of the suppression of the sword qi left by the Sword Saint in his body, and summoned all the true qi that could be called into the sword light of the Huolin Sword.

The moment the red that ignited on the Xiong Ba Sword reached its peak, Mo Ye let go of the unreleased sword in his hand, and at the same time fed the self-produced sword qi into it.

This sword suddenly emitted a fiery red light, mixed with the mediocre ten thousand swords, like a star. At the same time, Mo Xie fit and pasted on, and shot at Xiongba like a sword.

At this time, the sword rain has entered the end, and this is already the last wave of sword rain.

The sword with the sword aura stabbed in front of the eyes of the male lord in an instant, and the position of this sword stabbing was very tricky, but it still did not change its fate of being cut off.

"Smack!"

The sound of the sword breaking was no different from the sound of its kind breaking before.

"Blind Eyes!" Xiongba disdained the broken sword, his eyes fixed on Mo Ye who was caught in the rain of swords that had already come to him in the last fight.

In his opinion, even if all swords are fancy shelf, at least people will not be fancy.

It's just that he thinks like this, and it's already a trick......

Mo Ye's true cultivation is really not enough in front of the male tyrant, but after all, this is a sword transformed by Mo Ye's whole body fighting qi, and it is impossible to end it like this.

Don't forget about the vindictive nature.

Burst!

In the slow-motion camera, Xiongba faced the remaining hundreds of "flying swords" and Mo Ye mixed in the "flying sword", and the broken sword he just shot down was divided into two and slowly fell, and the final landing point should be Xiongba's side if nothing else, but it was just ......

"Boom!"

The broken sword exploded! Or the sword qi transformed from the fighting qi in the broken sword exploded!

However, although the power of this explosion can cause some damage to Xiongba, it will definitely not kill him, and it can only make him pause in his swordsmanship.

The turtle shell is broken!

"It's now!"

Mo Ye let out a low roar in his heart, and at the same time used his dragon talent, aiming the two energy storage pipes in his body full of nameless sword qi at Xiongba.

"Bye-bye!"

The moment the sword qi gushed out, Mo Ye made a "bye-bye" mouth gesture at Xiongba.

In the next moment, the silver-white sword qi blurred the vision of everyone present.