In Luo Xinyan's eyes, the blood light flickered, looking at the blood-colored demonic knife in his hand, the dark red demonic qi all over his body continued to overflow, and the blood qi was permeated, and above the magic knife, there were beast shadows, teeth and claws, and constantly roaring, all of them were fierce beasts.

Glancing at Ming Mo coldly, Luo Xinyan suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of dark golden blood, the dark golden blood sprayed on the blade of the magic knife, after the blood was integrated into the blade, the fierce beast shadow in it became more condensed, and the demonic qi and blood qi of the entire magic knife were even stronger, even if they were separated by 10,000 meters, the disciples of Ling Tiange below still felt a tremor in their souls.

The bloody and evil aura made them shudder, and the gap in strength was too big, so big that it seemed to be the gap between heaven and earth.

"Yo, even the essence blood has been used, is this going to be desperate? I'm really looking forward to it!"

Looking at the blood-colored magic knife that was constantly trembling in the sky, Ming Mo said with a smile, but a solemn color flashed in his eyes, a full force blow of a demon god, even he had to deal with it carefully.

"No emperor level has ever been able to survive my blow, even if it is the same level, there are not many people who can block my blow, boy, it is your honor to die under this blow!"

Luo Xinyan looked at Ming Mo and said with a cold face, looking at Ming Mo's gaze at this time was very similar to looking at a dead person, it seemed that he had absolute confidence in his blow. The magic knife trembled, blood filled the sky, and strange blood clouds spread out, filling the entire sky.

Luo Xinyan slashed out, and one after another fierce beast phantoms flew out of the magic knife, and the six fierce beasts came out together, fierce and powerful, towards Mingmo devouring and biting.

"Hmph, Mingmo, every beast soul is a god-level strength, that is, an emperor-level strength, even if you are strong, you can deal with a few!"

Seeing that Ming Mo was surrounded by fierce beast beast souls, Luo Xinyan couldn't help laughing wildly, and then his face turned cold, and the blood-colored magic knife in his hand was thrown violently, turning into a dark red blood light and shooting towards Ming Mo.

Looking at the powerful beasts that came from the bite and the fatal blow hidden behind them, two flames appeared in Ming Mo's eyes, the purple-gold dark fire in his left eye, and the silver Xuantian Lei Yan in his right eye, the purple sword in Ming Mo's hand continued to tremble, and the two-colored flames continued to surround and swim on the sword body. At this time, Mingmo's momentum changed, becoming ethereal, as if this world did not exist.

Mingmo seems to have turned into a sword, a simple and unpretentious long sword, without sharp edge, some are just restrained and heavy.

At this time, Ming Mo seemed to be fused with the Zixiao Sword, a sword slashed out, the purple-gold flame and the silver flame quickly fused together, turning into a five-clawed divine dragon with purple scales and silver belly, in the eyes of the divine dragon, it was a colorful color, six kinds of divine power and two spiritual fires fused into a divine dragon, the whole body was full of colorful light flames, roaring and turning into six divine dragons of different colors, each color corresponds to a kind of divine power, respectively, to meet the six fierce beasts.

And Ming Mo, holding a long sword in his hand, slashed at the blood-colored sword light.

The magic knife and the Zixiao sword collided, and Ming Mo only felt a powerful force coming from the magic knife, which passed down the sword body to his body, and Ming Mo was also shocked by this force and kept retreating, and the Zixiao sword and the magic knife collided, colliding with a spark.

Finally, after taking dozens of steps back, Ming Mo's body finally stopped, and completely carried the power of the magic knife's blow, a sword shook the blood knife, and the corners of Ming Mo's mouth overflowed with a trace of scarlet, Luo Xinyan's blow was really not covered, if it weren't for his strong physique and not weak cultivation, this blow would be enough to seriously injure him.

Shocking the blood knife, a trace of essence flashed in Ming Mo's eyes, the light of the Zixiao Sword in his hand was restrained, like a flame, Ming Mo's body turned into a streamer, and a sword stabbed out towards Luo Xinyan.