Avoiding Ling Xiao's continuous thunder attacks, her face was slightly annoyed.

was actually forced to such an extent by a cheap slave.

But...

Call it a day!

Mo Yan took a deep breath and spread her arms.

At this moment, above her head, a majestic force rotated wildly, like the sound of a whirlpool hurricane tearing, echoing between heaven and earth.

Rustling!

Outside the aura formation, everyone in the audience could feel that there was a strange fluctuation in the air at this time.

Especially around him, the air currents seem to become violent.

Slowly, it condensed towards the top of Mo Ji's head.

This is the power of the aura of heaven and earth.

The most terrible force between heaven and earth.

Mo Ji is gathering aura and accumulating a thunderous blow.

What if Ling Xiao has a secret method of stealth?

In the face of real strength, gods and horses are all floating clouds.

She wants to destroy this area, whether Ling Xiao appears or not, she will definitely be able to break him into pieces.

Above your head, the whirlpool grows bigger and bigger!

However, at this moment, she waved her arms, the sword trick was triggered, and the whirlpool above her head tore through the air, and suddenly slammed down, turning into a sword shadow in the sky.

"Ten Thousand Miles of Sword in the Snow - Ten Thousand Miles of Slashing!"

It's still the same move as before, but under Mo Ji's anger, it's even more powerful.

The sky swept down, and the sword shadows in the sky fell like a storm, enveloping the entire area.

That's when it happened.

In the void, there was a loud shout.

"Just in time!"

The cheers are not down...

Suddenly, a flame light shield flashed, and it stood in the void.

Inside the raging flame light shield, Ling Xiao's thick black hair flew wildly, and his body stood straight, as if he had killed the world.

Boom Boom!

The sword shadows in the snow bombarded the flame light shield, like a thunderbolt descending from the sky.

The terrifying sword shadow flooded the entire area.

"This?"

"Ling Xiao didn't even avoid it?"

"Does he want to shake the aura sword shadow head-on?"

"The shadow of the sword... It's horrible!"

Outside the aura formation, the onlookers' eyes suddenly widened and they stared at the middle of the field.

This area has been shrouded by the sword shadow, and Ling Xiao can no longer be invisible, so he can only shake the sword shadow in the sky.

He also wanted to take a look, since cultivating the "Soul Devouring Divine Technique", what kind of realm has his physical body reached?

The roar of the sword shadow tore through the sky, and the sound was endless.

Mo Ji stood in the void, like a Valkyrie.

After a moment, the sword shadow finally stopped.

The dust gradually cleared, and the whole area turned into rubble, as if a hurricane had hit, which was shocking to watch.

Ling Xiao's figure disappeared.

"What about people?"

"Is it shattered?"

"Probably not!"

Outside the aura formation, there was an exclamation.

At this time, Mo Jiao, who was standing in the void, showed a slight tiredness on her face, but her eyes still showed indifference and arrogance.

It was all in her sight to be.

Even if Ling Xiao is on par with himself, or his cultivation is even better.

But under her full force, Ling Xiao was certain to die.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Mo Jiao's mouth, and she was about to open her mouth...

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something, frowning slightly, her eyes like electricity, and looking downward.

Suddenly...

Sou!

A cold light rose into the sky, like a deadly lightning.

This knife came so suddenly.

It's unbelievably fast.

The fierce killing machine that rushed to her face, like a thorn in her face, made Mo Ji's heart feel cold in vain, and she subconsciously dodged quickly, and the knife grazed her figure.

Ling Xiao held the knife in his right hand, and his figure was like a meteor, staggering with Mo Ji's figure.

"Oh my God! Ling Xiao is still alive...!"

"Suddenly rushed to the sky and killed, Mo Ji was almost hit...!"

"This Ling Xiao is really an unbeatable Xiaoqiang!"

"Look, he's all in good condition, and he's not injured!"

"Oh my god, under the bombardment of such a terrifying aura sword shadow, he is actually fine!"

The originally dead and silent Sword Sect disciple suddenly exclaimed and boiled when he saw Ling Xiao's figure rising into the sky.

The sword pierced the air.

Rumble!

Ling Xiao fell to the ground.

Mo Jian also slowly landed on the ground, and the embroidered clothes on her shoulders cracked open.

The rags tossed in the wind, but it embarrassed her a little.

If it wasn't for the quick reaction just now, it would have pierced the shoulder coat, and it would have been injured by the knife just now!

It seems that he was careless.

She faintly felt a chill in her back, as if she was scared into a cold sweat by the cold light just now, and her heart suddenly burst into anger.

In front of everyone's eyes, he was actually pierced by a cheap slave.

For the arrogant Mo Ji, it was simply an unbearable shame.

But what made her even more angry was that in the cold light of the knife just now, there was a faint killing intent that frightened her.

This kind of killing intent can only be achieved after experiencing countless bloody battles.

And Ling Xiao is young, with such rich experience in fighting, and accurate timing, just like a general who has been in a hundred battles.

Mo Jian was shocked in her heart, why is this?

The sun was shining, scattering golden light, shining on the two of them.

Mo Jiao's clothes fluttered, and the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, standing awe-inspiring.

She herself is beautiful and extremely delicate.

At this time, like a fairy descending from the heavens, there is a kind of self-ashamed temperament.

And Ling Xiao is a completely different kind of breath.

His long hair flew wildly, and he held the Cold Light War Sword in his right hand, standing on his back.

Under the pouring of golden sunlight, it is like a god of war who destroys the world.

"These two... Definitely two of the best in the Sword Sect!"

"Yes, it's a pity that they have different identities!"

"What do you mean?"

"If Mo Ji is not arrogant, maybe they can become...!"

"Don't be kidding, the Sword Sect has strict rules, if that's the case, they will definitely be expelled from the Sword Sect!"

"Hey, yes!"

At this moment, countless people are sighing.

It was at this moment that Bai Die and the others unconsciously regarded Ling Xiao as an existence equal to Mo Yan.

Ling Xiao's terrifying strength burst out, which deeply shocked them, and also made them feel deep fear.

In their hearts, there was an invisible awe of Ling Xiao, which made them remember it in their hearts.

Even the elite disciples who were responsible for maintaining order were full of emotion.

These two people are indeed the best martial artists they have seen over the years.

Above the martial arts dojo.

Elder Heartless smiled and nodded slowly.

Her gaze swept over the crowd below, and she saw that there were more and more Sword Sect disciples watching.

Not only the freshmen disciples, but also some disciples who had been in the Sword Sect for many years rushed towards the dojo.

Among the surging figures, more than a dozen figures in Qingxuantang were particularly eye-catching.

At this time, their faces were as dead as ashes, their hearts trembled, and they bowed their heads in thought...

...

Sou!

Ling Xiao waved his backhand, and the crescent knife in his hand let out a long roar, pointing straight at the ground.

Step by step...

He slowly approached Mo Ji.

Snort!

The tip of the knife dragged on the ground, bursting with brilliant sparks.

Ling Xiao had already seen that Mo Yan's spiritual power consumption was huge, and after continuously performing powerful killing moves, the aura fluctuations on her body had weakened too much, and it was even difficult to freeze in the void.

After all, she was only in the middle stage of the Yangdan Realm, and she hadn't really reached the point of flying in the air.

A martial artist who can truly achieve volley flight must step into the Yuan Soul Realm.

The martial artist of the Yuan Soul Realm, the dantian is like a crisscrossing river, and the spiritual power is stored like a lake, and there is enough spiritual power to support the wandering void.