"Thunderbolt!"

Thunder and lightning is the punishment of heaven and earth, and the fear of thunder and lightning is written into the blood of almost every living being. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But it can't escape.

Thunder and lightning hit its body one after another, and its breath was stunned for every lightning strike, and its height dropped by one point for each lightning strike, and it was already lying on the ground between the teas, its hideous head was not high, and there was a wail in its mouth.

It's finally scared.

"Boom ......!"

Its roar would have meant 'admitting defeat' and 'sparing one' if it could be translated into human language, but no one translates it for it now, and even if anyone understands it, they won't pay attention to it.

The thunderclouds gathered by Yan Chixia were not big, and with his squandering attitude, it took less than half a quarter of an hour to consume the power of thunder and lightning in it.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Yan Chixia's breath had reached a limit, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the magic sword actually fell out of his hand, and his whole person also fell backwards in time and fell into the clouds.

"Brother Yan!"

Mo Xie caught Yan Chixia, one of the two people was dying, and the other had gloomy eyes and a tired look.

"Mo Daoyou, I can only rely on you next...... I don't want to say that, but my cultivation has been exhausted, and it's hard to do anything tonight. ”

Although Yan Chixia's breath is weak and he looks like he will die in the next breath, his pronunciation is still very clear, and his consistent style has not changed until this moment.

"Don't worry...... I'm not going to let it live past tonight. ”

Mo Ye wiped the blood from his mouth, and his levitation height was constantly falling, which was not because he took the initiative to lower his altitude to land, but because his spiritual strength was no longer enough to maintain the weight of two people.

"I'll leave it to you......"

Yan Chixia closed her eyes as she spoke.

Under the light of the stars, his beard turned completely white at some point.

"Hmm. ”

After a while, Mo Xie fell to the ground, and he gently put Yan Chixia away.

"Zheng!"

The Fire Lin Sword trembled lightly in his hand.

"Drop. ”

He had several deep wounds on his body, and one of his left arms twisted into an unsightly arc and swung at his side.

But his sword still trembled.

Trembling with excitement.

The sword is like a person, a person is like a sword, and the blood-colored arrogance reappeared on the Huolin Sword, this arrogance was weaker than any time in the past, but it was more difficult to look at than any time in the past.

Pudu Cihang was lying on the ground, and it was already scorched black by Lei Shuang's refreshing split, and hundreds of pairs of legs were shaking non-stop, as if they had fallen into an uncontrollable spasm.

There was a strong scorching stench in the air.

Mo Xie gulped in the scorching stench, and the expression on his face seemed to be intoxicated, happy and angry.

He carried his sword and walked towards Pudu Cihang step by step.

His steps were limping, and such steps were already unstable, not to mention that the road conditions at the moment were complicated, with broken walls, broken stones, and broken trees everywhere.

"Plop!"

Mo Ye fell, and it was a logical fall, because there was a toppled house in front of him.

What used to be an obstacle that could have been jumped over has now become an insurmountable barrier.

"Whew!"

He struggled to get up from the ground, there was a broken wall in front of him, but he was not prepared to go around it.

The sword is straight, maybe a few swords are allowed to be crooked, but at least the Huolin Sword held by Mo Xie at the moment is straight, at least the Wushuang Sword that was once held by the Dugu Sword Saint is straight.

The steel is easy to break, and it is easy to break if it is straight.

Mo Xie understands these truths, and even he has always been a twisting and turning person before, but now he is unwilling to turn again.

He climbed over the wall in an ugly gesture and walked towards Pudu Cihang again.

This time the path he chose was straight, straight that could not be bent.

Then he fell again.

"Whew!"

Supporting the ground with his broken left arm, Mo Ye struggled to get up, he tore off the sleeve of his right stool with his mouth, and then tied it to his left arm with the mental power that had bottomed out and was slowly recovering under the effect of the blue medicine.

The wound on his left arm had cracked open, and every drop of blood was draining away his little strength.

There were still eighty-three meters to Pudu Cihang, and he had at least one hundred and sixty-six steps to take.

He couldn't stop, although Pudu Cihang was miserable by thunder and lightning, Mo Xie could sense that the other party was constantly recovering.

Yes, he was finally able to sense Purdue Cihang.

He could feel its breath, its trembling, the clogged blood in its body, the chaotic breath, and a constant force that set things right.

He didn't have time to stop, and he even felt that he should have landed beside Pudu Cihang from the beginning, so that he could give it a sword nearby.

But the wrong decision has been made, and it is not nutritious to regret something.

"Kenichi. ”

It's a very old routine, and it has been used by Mo Ye with rotten tricks.

This is the only trick he has developed on his own from the moves he has been taught.

It's his own trick.

This was supposed to be a superposition of sword moves, but at this moment, the sword in Mo Ye's hand did not move, still pointing diagonally at the ground.

"Kenji. ”

Mo Xie limped forward, 'Sword One' was one step, 'Sword Two' was two steps, and an indescribable meaning came out of his body.

"Sword Three. ”

His expression seemed to be remembering something, as if he was thinking, like great distress, like great joy.

"Sword Four. ”

He should have remembered the scene when the Dugu Sword Saint took twenty-three steps and then cast the 'Sword Twenty-Three', and now he seems to be emulating the Dugu Sword Saint, but he is not as good as the Dugu Sword Saint in terms of skill and experience, and he has taken a total of ten steps when he walks to the 'Sword Four'.

He didn't fall again, and though he still stumbled on his feet, he didn't fall again. From the moment he uttered the word 'Jian Yi', the meaning that came out of him helped him, and the surrounding rocks and broken trees seemed to have eyes and hands and feet, and there was no trace of debris in the place where Mo Xie stepped on.

"Sword Fifteen. ”

The total length of one hundred and sixty-six steps was not enough for him to cast the eighteenth sword, and even if the length was enough, looking at his body that was already shaking at the moment, it could be seen that if he really used the eighteenth sword, I am afraid that this sword would have killed him before it landed on Pudu Cihang.

Pudu Cihang's huge body was right in front of him, like a huge wall.

"Snort. ”

Mo Xie stabbed out the sword in his hand, there were no subtle and complicated moves, and there was neither 'saint' nor 'spirit' in this sword.

This sword is extremely mediocre, both speed and strength are like a stab that any child who doesn't know how to swordsmanship on the side of the road can make.

The sword was so inconspicuous, so funny, like stabbing an elephant with a toothpick and threatening to kill it.

However......

"Snort. ”

The sound of the wind when the sword pierced did not stop because it fell on Pudu Cihang, and Pudu Cihang's invulnerable body, the body that evolved towards the dragon, was divided into two parts under this sword, like the Red Sea in front of Moses.

A large stream of black blood like a torrent spurted out of the broken mouth, but Mo Xie still held his sword, walking and bathing in blood.

He is not 'holy', he has no 'Spirit'.

Bathed in the blood of a great demon, he is a demon.