Mu Lanxiang also exerted the Liangyi swordsmanship to the extreme, and even her usual skills could not reach the current level, under heavy pressure, as a martial artist, she also burst out with amazing combat effectiveness, and I don't know if it was because the fetus in her body provided her with a steady stream of dragon blood, or because of the will to protect her sisters and lovers, just now it made her feel cold and piercing, and the rancid and unpleasant ultimate demonic qi couldn't get close to her.

The more Mu Lanxiang fought, the more confident he became, the sound of coquettishness was repeated, and the long sword moves in his hand were endless, and while he kept laying out one Liangyi cyclone after another on his side, he also began to slowly expand the azure battle qi of the protective body through the sword strike distance of about two feet, and even the evil black fog began to retreat, and even Yun Yazi's own figure became looming.

Yun Yazi's heart was secretly panicked, thinking that within a hundred moves, relying on this ultimate demonic qi, she could take down Mu Lanxiang, but she didn't expect that this woman's Liangyi swordsmanship had reached its peak, and under the heavy pressure, it was even more amazing combat power, the Netherworld Blood Sword finally broke through the entanglement of the Liangyi cyclone a few times, and when she was about to stab Mu Lanxiang directly, she could always carry the sword just right to fight back, as long as the blades intersected, he could feel a scorching heat coming from the sword body, which could almost make his internal organs burn, Even when Yanagi Xiongba's knife entered his body just now, stirring it repeatedly, and shattering his internal organs, he never had such pain.

Yun Yazi realized that this must be the effect of the blood of the true dragon, if he is a dark hell demon god, this true dragon's blood is like a bright sun, burning himself, when he can completely fuse the blood of this true dragon, he can also soar into the sky until the time of the nine skies.

Again, two swords clashing. Yun Yazi's black face flashed in the heavy black mist, and his muscles were twisting and beating, while the viper-like Netherworld Blood Sword was retreating with one blow, only the sound of "buzzing" fencing. It is still like a lingering sound, which has endured for a long time. Under this blow, Yun Yazi's figure was clearly visible in a cloud of black mist, like a big fish, swimming around in the water quickly.

As soon as Mu Lanxiang repelled the enemy, her confidence increased even more, and when she attacked each other a few times before, she could still feel the evil cold coming from the sword. She almost froze her wrists, but after a few blows, the kind of cold became less and less, but Yun Yazi himself had begun to obviously avoid confrontation with herself, but relied more on this illusion to hide her movements, waiting for the next opportunity to make a sword, and the phantom invisible sword of the Emei faction. Half a day of wandering, only one sword play. It's the same thing.

However, this time the blow was Yun Yazi's true body, and it was the first time that it was so clear in the black fog, Mu Lanxiang's heart moved, and he shouted, and the green mangs on the sword skyrocketed. The human sword was one, and she directly smashed into the heavy black mist, and at the same time, the two qi cyclones around her body were also bursting out, except for the more than ten personal cyclone protectors within a foot. The cyclone, which was about two feet long, exploded in all directions like a planet exploding, like shining meteors, tearing through the endless darkness.

It was originally heavy, thick, cold and rancid, representing boundless evil and oppressive black gas, but it was suddenly blown apart by this sudden explosion, and even the ghost shadow that kept sneaking in the black shadow was clearly visible at once, exposed in broad daylight, Yun Yazi's face was full of surprise, it seemed that he didn't believe that Mu Lanxiang's sword was so powerful that it could sweep away his heavy fog, and even the real body he relied on for survival could not be hidden.

Mu Lanxiang succeeded in one blow, and he was full of confidence, the long sword shook, one move and two Yi broke through the clouds, and went straight to Yun Yazi's left flank, his left hand was broken, and now it is just an iron hook, in terms of sharpness, it is far from being comparable with the Netherworld Blood Sword, attacking the enemy's weakness is the most basic common sense of any martial artist, Mu Lanxiang's sword, fast and ruthless, there is no Liangyi swordsmanship at all, soft and long, slow and fast, this lightning-like stab, plus the change of rhythm, is the mystery of Liangyi swordsmanship!

Yun Yazi's eyes flashed black, and the iron hook slashed violently, barely hitting Mu Lanxiang's seven-star sword, his iron hook was also made by the 10,000-year-old Xuantie elite at the bottom of the sea, although it looked dark and heavy, but through his ultimate demonic qi, it was still as light as a weight, and the heavy iron hook opened the seven-star long sword, and a huge black spark was rubbed in the air, and a layer of azure Liangyi battle flames were wrapped outside, and it disappeared in a flash.

But under this blow, Yun Yazi only felt a pure yang heat, pouring straight into his iron hook, making almost his entire left arm almost burn, he hurriedly flashed, facing Mu Lanxiang sideways, and the Netherworld Blood Sword stabbed seventeen swords in a row, directly approaching Mu Lanxiang's middle palace that seemed empty because the seven-star sword was swinged, and took attack as defense to prevent Mu Lanxiang's further attack.

Mu Lanxiang originally wanted to take the opportunity to make another volley stab, but Yun Yazi's response can also be said to be wrong, just attacking her empty middle, she gritted her teeth, stepped back on the Nine Palace Bagua Steps, while retreating, she kept returning to the sword grid, every time the two swords struck, there was a yin and evil cold air from the sword, although it was only a flash, but the seventeen swords in a row also made her right arm look extremely uncomfortable, almost frozen.

After the seventeenth sword, the two black and blue figures staggered by, each flying out two zhang away, Yun Yazi's left hand iron hook has hung down softly, and although the Netherworld Blood Sword in his right hand is horizontal on his chest, it has also trembled slightly, it can be seen that Mu Lanxiang's pure yang dragon blood has also caused him great damage, from the pure offensive way of Yun Yazi's sword pointing directly at the beginning, to the current horizontal sword in the chest, putting on a defensive posture, it is already the best proof.

Mu Lanxiang handed over the sword to his left hand, the sky blue Liangyi around his body was violent, and on the right arm that had condensed half an inch thick black ice, there was a sound of "Karala", and those black ice that was not yet stable were shattered, Mu Lanxiang breathed a long sigh of relief, and slammed her right arm twice, the movement was already free, and the blood meridians were completely unblocked, she smiled and handed the long sword back to her right hand, and shook her head at Yun Yazi: "Demon thief, your thousand-year-old cultivation looks like this!" (To be continued.) )