"Go!"

The god-like figure in golden armor made a majestic proclamation.

After the golden ring flew out of his hand, it appeared above Mo Ye's head without making a sound or leaving a trace in the air.

Without a trajectory, there is no way to predict, and if there is no way to predict, there is no way to dodge.

This is the means that belong to the power, and this is the means that belong to the magic weapon of the monk's envoy.

Mo Xie is not a monk, he has no experience as a 'monk' and systematic knowledge, and he instinctively wants to raise his sword in the face of the golden ring under the hood.

"Huh?!"

He found that he couldn't move, and under the shroud of the light emitted by the golden ring, his body lost its response to the instructions given by his brain, but fortunately, his own spiritual power was still free, and in his eagerness, Mo Xie slashed at the golden ring with his telekinetic power.

"Huh?!"

Zhao Chongtian, who was dressed in golden armor, let out the same sound of surprise as Mo Ye, but Mo Ye's reaction was so fast, the qi sword had already slashed the golden ring, and the latter was knocked away in response, and after the latter left the top of Mo Ye's head, its imprisoning effect on Mo Ye disappeared.

Zhao Chongtian didn't have time to use the other magic of the Golden Ring, because Mo Xie stabbed in front of him with an air sword at a speed that was not inferior to the Golden Ring.

At this moment, Zhao Chongtian was not facing a person or a sword, but a rolling angry wave.

Stacked waves!

Compared to Zhou Xinyan, who was injured after receiving the eighteen swords, Zhao Chongtian's level was obviously much higher. Mo Xie only used the third sword, Zhao Chongtian adapted to Mo Xie's sword path, and when Mo Xie made the fifth sword, Zhao Chongtian had already mastered the rhythm.

"Smack!"

Zhao Chongtian held a pair of golden maces and exploded Mo Ye's qi sword when Mo Ye swung out the eighth sword.

The qi sword shattered, turning into a hundred thousand sharp sword qi bursting into the air, Zhao Chongtian straightened his chest, and his golden armor was solemn, and the sword qi only left a few scratches on his armor.

Mo Xie blurred and retreated a hundred meters.

"Little friend, don't make mistakes again and again! Cooperation with the old man is your only way out! Otherwise, ...... Hmph!"

Zhao Chongtian said coldly.

"Interesting, interesting, so interesting. ”

Mo Ye moved his muscles and bones, and the sound of 'click' continued to sound from his body, and in the short exchange he was all down and even a little injured, but he was laughing.

The corners of his mouth were smiling, his eyebrows were smiling, even his stretched hands and feet were smiling.

"That's what I'm looking forward to!"

The raging flames on the low mountain set off his face full of Ling Ran, Mo Ye held his right hand lightly, and an air sword condensed.

It was a strangely shaped sword—a twisted blade that writhed like a living creature at all times.

"Boom!"

The sword made a strange noise when it first appeared, but it was caused by the sword twisting and hitting the air. At the same time, the smile on Mo Ye's face suddenly disappeared—or all the expressions on his face suddenly disappeared.

He entered the state of the 'Ruthless Sword'.

He hadn't used this state when he duels against Zhou Xinyan before, or he rarely used this state after realizing the 'Canglang Sword Intent'.

The 'Ruthless Sword' embodies a kind of ethereal and fearless, which is the disregard for the world and the common people like dung, and it contradicts the 'Canglang Sword Intent' when it abandons all emotions.

But now Mo Ye is using both at the same time.

The 'Canglang Sword Intent' is embodied as a strangely shaped sword in his hand, and the 'Ruthless Sword' is embodied as a 'person' who holds a sword and pursues to hurt the enemy to the greatest extent.

"Kill!"

However, the lines that were still exclusive to Zhou Xinyan a few minutes ago were snatched by Mo Ye, and the silver light overflowed from his eyes irrepressibly, and he waved out two sword qi with his hand, one towards Zhao Chongtian's left ten meters, and the other towards Zhao Chongtian's right ten meters, and he himself disappeared in place without warning.

"Stubborn!"

Zhao Chongtian didn't feel the threatening aura from Mo Xie, in his opinion, Mo Xie just made a strange-shaped sword, and then roared to give himself a strong voice, as for the other party's figure disappeared in place - when did Mo Xie attack and disappear in place from time to time?

In Zhao Chongtian's opinion, this is just the consistent technique of Wu Xiu, who lacks long-range attack methods, and it is not worth it.

"Huh!"

After the two sword qi broke away from the sword in Mo Ye's hand, they began to move in the air in the snakeskin, and their final landing point was obviously not Zhao Chongtian's left and right side, Zhao Chongtian just snorted when he saw this, and threw out the double gong in his hand, and as soon as he pinched the trick, the double gong caught the two sword qi swung out by Mo Xie like a psychic.

"Smack!"

The sword qi of the snakeskin position collapsed as soon as it touched the golden mace, and only turned into a small sword wind scattered all over the sky.

"Kill!"

Mo Ye appeared about thirty meters behind Zhao Chongtian, and as soon as he appeared, without saying a word, he swung out two sword qi.

"Smack!"

In this regard, Zhao Chongtian just moved his fingers to make the double gong catch up again.

The sword qi collapsed again.

"Kill!"

Mo Ye reappeared, this time it was Zhao Chongtian's left side, and he still swung out two sword qi and disappeared.

"Smack!"

For a while, Mo Ye continued to disappear and appear in a cycle, and hundreds of afterimages belonging to him appeared alternately in the sky, and the shattered sword qi was like rain. In this rain, Zhao Chongtian clasped his hands for a long time.

"No effort!"

He commented.

Until a strange noise sounded.

"Ding!"

The sound of the double gong when it defeated the sword qi this time was different from the past, and the sound of metal colliding was particularly abrupt in a 'snap' sound like a defeated revolution, and Zhao Chongtian had no time to see clearly what kind of foreign object was causing this strange sound, so he had to turn around first, recall the golden gong, and block Mo Ye's long-planned backstab.

"Doesn't it mean that those who use swords don't bother to attack behind the enemy? ”

Although Zhao Chongtian still used the word 'little friend' to call Mo Xie, there was no hint of kindness in his tone.

"Kill!"

Mo Ye, who had entered the state of 'Ruthless Sword', didn't have the heart to respond to Zhao Chongtian's yin and yang strange words, a dazzling white light burst out on his body, and the sword qi supported the power of the qi sword in his hand to soar, and for a while, he not only stalemate with Zhao Chongtian, but also forced Zhao Chongtian to continue to retreat.

"Humph!"

Being pressed back by Mo Ye is really a great insult to Zhao Chongtian, he wants to press back, but at this moment, although Mo Ye did not use the 'Shock Sword' kind of big killing weapon, but the white light of the whole body is dazzling to the extent that Mo Ye's strength is amazing, even if Zhao Chongtian is a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, he can't resist it, not to mention that the qi sword condensed by the 'Canglang Sword Intent' has been urged by Mo Ye to the extreme, and the faint sound of angry thunder and momentum made Zhao Chongtian seem to be submerged in water and at a loss.

So Zhao Chongtian had to be embarrassed by Mo Ye all the way through the clouds.