Even if he turned into two like just now, with the help of the dark sneak attack, it didn't seem to have much benefit, and even if he collided like this for a long time, his sword would be broken before Mo Fan's body was in a different place.

Whether it was the huge power of 1,300 stones, or the enchanting purple fire, it was not something that this mid-grade sword in his hand could eat.

Zhou Chuyuan regretted that he didn't ask for a magic weapon long sword before going down the mountain.

There were countless swords hanging in Uncle Cao's restaurant, none of which were inferior to the Xuanling Sword of Yuan Eighteen that he had seen before, or even far surpassed.

But his level was not enough at all, and even after wandering outside the mountain for several years, he only mixed up with a low-level Purple Edict in the Blue Dragon Academy.

The body of the person in front of him exuded the smell of his yearning, so he decided to take a risk in this battle.

Most importantly, he knows what is in Mangdang Mountain now.

There are boundless monsters outside the martial arts arena.

That's enough.

Zhou Chuyuan held the sword in both hands, looked up at the sky again, and swore softly: "I am ...... from Mangdang."

"Please sword the Sword Pavilion today!"

"Just want to kill the enemy, don't ask the price!"

In the secluded and unknown place, a cold light flashed, and Zhou Shiyuan reverently lowered the tip of the sword, and his hands, the tip of the sword, formed a straight line with Mo Fan's heart.

"Gloomy ———— flash kill!"

A roar rang out in the middle of the field, and before the sound fell, a shadow had already crossed the space and pierced the boy in the independent field.

The vigilance in his heart was great, and the spiritual power in Mo Fan's body was surging, gathering in the palm of his hand, and with the lifting of the boy's palm, it suddenly erupted, forming a series of ink-black round shields, against the direction from which the long sword stabbed.

With the reaction force of the spurted spiritual power, Mo Fan quickly retreated to the rear, and the pure Yuan fighting qi in his sleeve continued to suffocate, gathering into the previous sword of righteous energy, and slashed towards the sword full of killing intent in Zhou Chuyuan!

"A sword!!"

Mo Fan secretly snorted, the long sword in his hand was condensed for three points, and in a rhythm that seemed to be slow and fast, 'ding' lit the tip of Zhou Chuyuan's sword.

Taking advantage of this collision before the winner was determined in an instant, the fire in the center of the earth contained in Mo Fan's body gushed out, and the invincible fire king of the underground world seemed to reappear in the world at this time, turning into a secluded rainbow bridge, and the two people in the battle were fighting one after another!

The blazing flames wrapped around Mo Fan's body, and the flames that rose up not only did not have the momentum of that upright fire, but in the dark purple, it was also filled with a sense of enchantment that flowed like a liquid, making the boy's usually bookish face instantly have a little more evil color, like a messenger of the dark night, walking in the world!

On the other hand, Zhou Chuyuan, who was wrapped in the fire of the center of the earth, did not have that kind of luck, and the violent corrosiveness and high temperature made him have to divide a large amount of fighting qi to protect the surface of his body, so that he would not be burned to ashes in this kind of dark fire.

The amount of fighting energy used for defense increases, and naturally, the fighting spirit for offense decreases.

Zhou Shiyuan's sword brightened a little.

This is not an enhancement, but a kind of weakening.

Because the Sword of Gloomy doesn't need light.

But even so, under this kind of vigorous collision, Mo Fan, who used the dual hole cards of purple fire and spiritual power, did not take much advantage, and at the moment when the tip of the sword touched, all the internal organs in his body were shocked and turned upside down, and he was instantly knocked out.

It's like the abyss that was knocked away.

The two figures streaked in the darkness, I don't know if it was Mo Fan's illusion, although he couldn't feel the distance of the flight, but he calculated based on time that if it was a normal situation, he would have already flown out of the battle platform.

As the retreating figures of the two of them were vigorously agitated, they continued to fly upside down, and a purple fire in the air was also pulled thinner and thinner, like a thin noodle that was constantly being stretched.

But no matter how thin the flame is, it is also a kind of maintenance of spatial perception.

The spiritual power on Mo Fan's feet erupted, and he quickly stopped his retreating figure, not only that, but in the midst of the sudden stop, the boy bowed his body, and after a pause of accumulation, like a sharp arrow shot out of the bow to the extreme, it suddenly burst out, and along the perception from the fire in the center of the earth, it flew towards the surrounding abyss that had not yet landed!

Squeezing every bit of fighting qi in his body, the Yin Yang Fish Disc rotated rapidly in the dantian, gushing out a stream of pure yuan power, converging on the long sword in Mo Fan's palm.

The sword light was dazzling again.

Although the world is still dark.

But with hope in hand, there will be no loss of light in the heart.

In the process of rapidly pursuing Zhou Shiyuan, the boy's lips moved slightly, and the huge stone cabinet in the spirit mansion stood leisurely, and the second layer covered with books shook lightly at this time, shaking off the fine dust on it.

Just listen to a clear child's voice in the darkness, and after a moment, the world is full of light.

The voice whispered: "The guest has a heart, the sword has no mouth, and the guest speaks on behalf of the sword to the crow nine." ”

The bland words sounded in the darkness, and a spirit villain suddenly appeared, sitting on the tip of the Pure Yuan Yi Qi Sword, pinching the magic with both hands, his expression was serious, his lips moved lightly, and with the frequency of Mo Fan's 'mouth with Tianxian', he chanted together.

"Don't keep my jade cut, don't praise me for being ......"

As the words fell, the darkness broke open like jade, and the voice that had disappeared into the darkness for a long time quietly sounded, and instead of the melodious bell, it was the violent sound of the bell smashing with a sword!

The jade can be cut, and the darkness is broken.

The bell can be slashed, and the sword sounds.

Mo Fan held a long sword in his hand, and with a spirit villain sitting in the wind and the sound of the sword whistling, he slashed towards the surrounding abyss, who was flying upside down.

It all happened so quickly that before the man could even hit the ground after being shaken away, a long sword came in front of him.

The last strange golden stone voice sounded, roaring throughout the field, and the spirit villain who was about to fall was still reverent, not afraid of life and death in front of him, and chanted with Mo Fan:

"It's better to hold me and decide the clouds, and there is no order to cover the day. For the selfless light of the king and all things, the stinging insects and the grass sprout!"

The poem is out, the darkness recedes, the day appears, and the selfless light shines on all things.

The rays of the sun are selfless rays, and so is the sunset, and as this voice appeared, a giant eye in the sky quietly opened a little.

In addition to endless life and death, there was also a trace of curiosity and surprise in that vast and boundless eye.

After the poem, the stinging insects in Mangdang Mountain are revived, the autumn grass sprouts, and the heaven and earth are thriving.

Except for the circumferential circumference that was cut off from life.

Under this sword with the sword of 'Heavenly Constitution in the mouth', the meridians of the three-star Doubo were all cut off, and the body that was cut off from the waist flew out upside down, but the strange thing was that there was no blood flowing.

Because after half a breath, the exact same Zhou Chuyuan appeared in the field.

The blood, meridians, and body are all restored.

It's just that the strong fluctuations of the three-star Doubo have quietly become a two-star Doubo at this time.

But the vindictive spirit of the sky is still very vast.

Holding the sword in his palm, Zhou Shiyuan smiled and spoke, his expression was cold: "The declining three-star Dou Bo and the two-star Dou Bo who is ready to go, you should distinguish between the strong and the weak." ”

He looked up at the dazzling light in the sky, but there was no doubt that these words were addressed to Mo Fan.

He thought that the beam of light was so bright that it was like darkness, so that people could not see anything.

This is very good, because the fact that he is a monster will not be exposed to the public, although there is no way to kill the killer again, which makes him very regretful, but there will be opportunities in the future.

The boy has a treasure that he has coveted for a long time, so he will never give up until he is born and dies.

It's been a really long time, not a few months, not a year or two, it's an idea that he came up with after he came down the mountain to see the boy many years ago.

Hearing this, the boy in the light looked at Zhou Chuyuan squarely and replied softly:

"There are some things that you have to do even if you know them. ”

"And just now in the light, I saw things I didn't like......

"So, I want to ask you to die. Mo Fan said calmly.

In the extremely bland tone, there is a killing intent that cannot be concealed, and no one wants to hide it, only the cleansing of blood and killing intent can wash away the past that cannot bear to look back at at this moment.

In the light, he saw a rabbit fur sweater that was extremely soft.

I can't bear to look back, sometimes not because the past was miserable, but because in the past... I saw very miserable people and things.

The rabbit fur on top of the pure white sweater, he used to lie on it and laugh and play, that peaceful taste, he will never forget.

Elder Rabbit who lies in the pool every day to spend his days, Elder Rabbit who makes trouble for a group of little rabbits every day, basking in the sun, soaking in the clear spring, drinking fine wine, who does this offend on such days?

Why was it brutally killed, why was it made into a rabbit fur sweater even after death, for human enjoyment, and even for the enemy, to protect against the wind in autumn and the cold in winter......

Have the remnants ever been laid to rest?

The gray lop-eared rabbit...... Are you alright?

Mo Fan thought about these questions, the bloodshot in his eyes gradually piled up, and he looked at the ring on his hand, and in the small bag inside, there were sunglasses and a picture album given by Elder Rabbit.

The spirit sword in his hand gradually became dull because of his unstable mind.

But the blunt sword is also very good, and the pain of cutting is something that a sharp sword can't do. Wu Jiali was right about this.

Dou Qi is really a good thing, Mo Fan thought faintly.

He lifted his sword, took steps, and walked towards the circumferential again.

There are more than 100 battlefields on the side of the battle platform, and the murderous aura gathered is not as strong as this one.

It was a Chaos Tower shadow condensed by boundless killing intent, fluctuating with a huge body, floating behind the young man, like a rising tornado, in the shape of a huge fan, like a jade mountain about to tilt, pressing towards the surrounding abyss.

Linglong frowned and looked at this giant tower that reached the sky, her expression was full of pity and pain, as if looking at Mo Fan like this, she thought of something bad.

She had seen this kind of substantiated killing intent, at that time killing intent was a sword, and more than a year ago, between the mountain cliffs, a Jue'an genius was slashed.

Linglong had always thought that the lotus-patterned sword in the Mofan Lingtai was a killing intent sword.

Just like the boy always thought that the Yue Wang Sword in his hand was intentionally left to him by the girl.

Not really.

But it doesn't matter if it's or not, the story is bloody, and it's useless to add more flowers on the cake.

Even if it is the flower of love, affection and affection.

Linglong moved, and she wanted to help Mo Fan, but she was stopped by a woman. It's a bit ridiculous, Mo Fan's teammates were originally blocking people who wanted to help him at this time.