"'Nothing' in your hands, hand it over!" Just the three words "hand it over" that the roadblocker said made the supreme monk who was resisting in front of the Vajra Dharma spurt out a mouthful of blood, and the Dharma was almost broken. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Yun had to put away the grief and indignation in his heart and the sense of powerlessness in the face of this person, and was ready to exchange himself for the survival of his lover and friends.

The roadblocker instantly saw through Zhang Yun's thoughts, and was about to sneer and say it, but it suddenly turned into a scolding.

"Mo family, are you crazy!?"

It was Mo Xing, who picked up the black and tattered thing in her hand like a burning stick, aimed at the head of the person who stood in the way, and hit the top of the head. I have to say that Mo Xing's choice of moves is very correct, because it is this seemingly rude and clumsy method that actually hides the change in skill that makes the black-clothed roadblock have to take a step back and avoid the edge first.

"They're mine. Mo Xing's tone was extremely tough.

"Look for death!" The man in black, who only showed two eyes on his body, was already annoyed because he took a step back, and at this moment, when he heard Mo Xing's strong words, the surging anger made him scold angrily and at the same time, he was going to use his strength to forcibly suppress Mo Xing.

But who knew that at the same time as the black-clothed roadblocker suddenly made a ruthless move, Mo Xing actually took the initiative to give up the advantage he had previously held in advance, and shrank back to take advantage of the vacated space to hold the end of the burning stick.

A trace of bad premonition flashed in the heart of the black-clothed roadblocker, and his whole person, who had lived carefully all his life, suddenly fell backwards, and at the same time, his palms came out together, and the majestic internal force was undoubtedly displayed at this moment. The tremendous force of his palms will affect all the qi between him and Mo Xing, forming a thick barrier.

The burning stick in Mo Xing's hand was like a demon breaking out of a cocoon, and an indescribable evil aura erupted from the position where the knife was separated from the sheath.

Except for Mo Xing and the person who stood in the way, no one could really see the true appearance of this knife, because the evil qi in the sky pierced their eyes, because there was a sword light shaped like a crescent moon in a flash, and in an instant, it overshadowed all the light in this huge cavern.

The split gas engine emitted a wail that ordinary people could hear, and the roadrunners were not injured, but the unexpected shock was inevitable.

Who would have thought that this thing like a burning stick was really the number one demon soldier in the world, and who would have thought that after the black shell shattered, it would reveal the "Pure Immortal" that the Tianyin Sect had been pursuing for many years? Even the old man with the halberd beard who was still snatching this thing with Mo Xing just now had a shocked look on his face.

The roadblocker didn't have time to ask why, he let out a short whistle and ordered the disciples who were about to rush back to retreat, while his hands were pulled, as if he was pulling something out of the air.

Mo Xing's hands trembled a little, it wasn't that he couldn't bear the evil aura of the Pure Immortal Knife, it was pure excitement, excitement with bloodthirsty meaning. It only took a short moment for her to calm the madness in her heart, and the second knife came out again, and the castration was three points faster.

Mo Xing's second knife is no longer a simple heavy split, and the erased knife light of the Pure Immortal Knife hides dozens of zhang cutting techniques, which is clearly to peel off the skin of the roadblocker.

The roadblocker sneered and raised the corners of his lips, flicked his right hand, and a scimitar made of invisible qi came out of his hand, forcing Mo Xing's wipe to become a hard shock. The roadblocker used the simplest and rude way to crack Mo Xing, which condensed a lot of skills, and it can be regarded as returning the heavy blow that Mo Xing suddenly drew his knife and attacked before.

The ink line with more pure immortals in his hand has narrowed the gap between the internal force and the person who stands in the way to a certain extent, but it is still impossible to say that he has the upper hand. Mo Xing is very self-aware, so her goal is actually relatively simple, to hold this person down and ensure that the ghost dragon group can complete the encirclement.

The roadblocks don't want to be surrounded by thousands of ghost dragons, especially not when there is an immortal realm master watching from the side.

Zhang Yun and his party also didn't want to be surrounded, so Tang Luoran decided to take the risk.

The thunder rose again, and the burning pain in the meridians was ignored by Tang Luoran, who was preoccupied, and the five of them suddenly disappeared from the same place driven by Tang Luoran's crazy behavior.

The evil aura suddenly came, and Tang Luoran, who had just rushed out of a distance of several zhang, vomited blood and fell to the ground, Li Yuelian, who was in front of the horizontal knife, was covered in blood, and the Supreme Monk Vajra Dharma was not there, and the golden bell jar that reappeared was also on the verge of shattering.

This is the power of the immortal realm master with the power of the divine weapon, with the strength of Tang Luoran, Li Yuelian and the supreme monk, he was defeated in one move.

Mo Xing made a move to stop Zhang Yun and his party and paid a little price, and her left arm was cut out of a bloody hole, but it did not affect her strength. And the advantage of Mo Xing's evil qi knife is that he didn't think about delaying it for some more time to get the ghost dragon group closer and closer. The roadblockers were annoyed, knowing that if they hid any longer, they were afraid that they would get into trouble.

It's always the goal that comes first. As soon as the roadblocker gritted his teeth, his skill was suddenly put to the maximum, and in a blink of an eye, he condensed a hundred blades with his qi machine, and struck them out with the moves of the weapon, and the target was all ink lines.

The roadblockers intend to be quick fixes.

Mo Xing didn't want to win or lose in a fight, she needed to continue to drag. So when the opponent's hundreds of blades flew in, Mo Xing once again swept towards Zhang Yun and the others with her strange body style. She's going to lead the passerby, she's betting she's right.

More than 100 pieces of Qi Machine blades were really scattered, and more than 100 arcs were drawn and rushed towards the path of Mo Xing. The roadblocker didn't want his qi machine blade to miss and behead Zhang Yun.

What did Zhang Yun have on him that he wanted!? Mo Xing almost immediately thought of the world's number one divine soldier who had never appeared, the "nothing" divine sword known as the "Sword Ancestor".

The Mo family has already gained enough benefits, and what they have to do now is not to let others get it. Even if it is destroyed, it can't be given to you!" Mo Xing's entire aura became solemn, and the knife in his hand swung out again with a vicious aura.

Zhang Yun and his party, who were hit hard by the evil qi of the Pure Immortal Knife, actually only Lu Mengbo, the little girl, still had the strength to fight at this moment, Zhang Yun wanted to stop this little girl who had smeared a lot of good-looking colors on her face and went up desperately, but only received the package that hid a divine sword.

Lu Mengbo, who had a little temper and rushed to the head, fully interpreted the word "demon" in the Lu family's painting of demons, and she was so angry that she didn't care about it at all.

Jingxian's sword attack will not show mercy because of the opponent's bravery, so although Tang Luoran and the others, who made a blocking move, they were absolutely too late, opened their mouths wide, which was the prelude to exclamation.

"When!" "Huh?"

The sound of the metal and the gas engine colliding was not crisp, but it was enough to make Zhang Yun's voice a surprise.

A long sword with the same body as pitch black was floating in front of Zhang Yun and the others, and a tall man with a calm expression was reaching out to hold the hilt of the sword. Jing Xian's sword was broken, and the arcing qi blade also forced Mo Xing back, but the face of the roadblocker was not good.

This scene was actually just a moment that couldn't be shorter, so when Zhang Yun shouted ecstatically, "You guy is really the king's eight lives", Zhang Yun's group of five people had already been carried by the holder of the black sword and rushed to the tomb.