"Who the hell is he? Could it be the indigenous people here? But his brute art ......" Xuehai's face was moved, but then his eyes were filled with greed, if he could give you such a wonderful brute art, the benefits would be indescribable.

Thinking of this, Xuehai's body stood up again, the cultivation of the Kaiyang Realm was still his greatest self-confidence, and the strength of the Kaiyang Realm was only something he could truly experience, with a shake of his palm, the silk knife like a steel blade swept forward again, and the whole person rushed forward to kill, and every move was full of killing intent.

"Bang bang bang!" Mo Li's face was solemn, and he raised his foot and kicked towards the sand, and the dust in the sky immediately blinded his eyes, and his pace changed, and he became as flexible as a holy ape, and his fighting holy method took the opportunity to sacrifice, his palm slapped on Xuehai's arm, and he pulled forward after holding his backhand, avoiding the attack of the opponent's silk knife.

Xuehai's face remained unchanged, and the silk knife in his hand sprinkled upward, forcing away the opponent's paw prints, and the soles of his feet took the opportunity to kick horizontally, splashing dust all over the ground again.

"Boom!" Xuehai slapped his palm, but he could always be invisibly unloaded at the moment when the other party took the move, and became soft as hair.

But Mo Li's attack was extremely powerful, either palm or fist, extremely sublimated, constantly disintegrating his offensive and strengthening his own offensive when he was attacking, making him extremely passive.

"Huh!" his footsteps continued to fall backwards, and he slapped the storage bag with his palm, and offered out Luo Yun's umbrella, wanting to put Mo Li in.

"Whirring ......" was full of sand and gravel, blowing the earth like a raging wind, and above the sky was lightning and thunder, and finally there was a storm, but the battle between the two was close to white-hot.

With the mystery and mystery of the Holy Law of Fighting, Mo Li was able to fight with it without falling behind, but he still had more or less injuries on his body, but his fighting spirit was extremely strong, every attack and defense, as if in response to every detail of the Holy Law of Fighting, from the original perception to today's practice, and it was a battle of life and death, the Holy Law of Fighting made him no longer stranger, but became a part of his body, and more importantly, the artistic conception of the fighting spirit that belonged to the fighting was permeating, making him even more like a light in the night, incomparably bright！

"Boom!" Xuehai's palm slashed forward, and his body changed into seven afterimages, approaching Ye Wushuang with his unique speed, attacking again with his lightning speed, and this time it was no longer as weak as before, but gathered the essence of the whole body, and the battle spirit was surging, and the silk knife in his hand pierced Mo Li's shoulder under surprise, and slapped out with a backhand.

Mo Li spat blood from his mouth, and his steps took a few steps backwards, but his mind was still empty, and the shadow of the Fighting Saint Ape was emerging, and it was even more self-deducing and self-acting to show the mystery of this technique.

Mo Li was enlightened, but the sand under his feet gradually changed a little, and a faint aura belonging to the Fighting Saint Ape was brewing and gradually induced.

"Boom!" Just as Xuehai's face was full of murderous intent surging and attacking, the entire land suddenly made a roaring sound, and the sand and gravel in the sky actually formed a whirlpool and swept in an instant, and more importantly, there was the battle intent that the fighting saint ape had left before his death, and the coercion suddenly slapped towards Xuehai.

"Poof!" Xuehai vomited blood, his eyes stared at the surroundings of the change more abruptly, unable to hide the shock in his heart, his pupils shrank even more, becoming extremely vibrating, and his steps retreated backwards without hesitation, turning around and running to another place in the gravel, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, Mo Li was sitting on the sand with his legs as if he was paralyzed, but behind him, a ghost-like holy ape suddenly appeared, with thick hair and golden light, but there was an incomparably languishing aura.

"Give me back my stick, watch my stick......"

Mo Li's face was covered with black lines, and the appearance of the phantom made him feel terrified, and what was even more shocking was that there was a sword stuck upside down above his head, the sight was terrifying, and the surrounding sand and gravel became even more violent under his shout.

And Mo Li looked around without the slightest movement, but his divine sense was snooping around, and he didn't believe that Mo Lun would die so quickly.

Sure enough, just when the sand and gravel were calm, in a corner of the sand, there was a shriveled palm stretched out from the soil, all gray, like a death-like palm, and the other palm also broke through the ground, and then there was a head breaking through the ground, and the whole body crawled out of the depths of the soil with difficulty, and before he had a chance to breathe, Mo Li came in an instant like a cheetah, and the battle holy law was sacrificed again, like carrying a chicken to rise from the ground.

"You're not dead, how can you ......" Mo Lun's pale face became extremely shocked, originally he thought that he would also be wrapped into the battle circle, so as to find a chance to escape in the melee, and the previous sacrifice was even more perfect for such a plan, but he never thought that Mo Li was far more powerful than he imagined, especially now that he realized that his cultivation was only staying at the seventh layer of the Blood Condensation Realm, his heart was even more puzzled.

But in the end, he positioned Mo Li as the indigenous inhabitants of this side of the world, although he was shocked, but how could he easily destroy his self-confidence when he escaped from the endless pursuit of Xuehai, and after years of walking the rivers and lakes, he learned not to be shocked by humiliation, not to be afraid of danger, even now he was just surprised that Mo Li was able to attack in Xuehai without dying, and the next moment he returned to calm.

coughed in his throat, his whole body was flat on the sand, and he took out a few pills from his medicine bottle and took them loosely, his pale face suddenly became extremely bitter, and a pair of eyes stared at Mo Li very plainly, and said with a dumb smile: "This brother, thank you for saving your life, I am grateful!"

"This blood is my enemy, the enemy of the heavens, all my people were ruthlessly and brutally killed by him when he was in the tribe, and now I live only to take revenge!"

"Now that I have met Brother Tai, if Brother Tai can avenge my people, I will be at ease even if I die!"

Mo Lun talked eloquently, his sad face made people feel pity, but his heart was secretly sneering, with his eyes how could he not see that Mo Li's age was extremely young, but with his experience, he had a deep understanding, too young young talents, all have compassion, but also lack of experience, this is the experience he summed up from years of walking in the rivers and lakes.

"Brother Tai, I know you must hate me very much, hate me for unknowingly wrapping you into this inexplicable battle, I also hate myself, why is it so useless, I can't even kill this bastard of Xuehai, what's the use of me alive!!" dark green beat his chest, his face was full of sorrow, his pale face became extremely sad, but his heart sneered to the extreme, what he said just now slowed down Mo Li's emotions, and he actually had a little relaxation at this moment......