In the dark night, there was a flash of inspiration, and blood mist sprayed.

The abdomen of the old demon was pierced by the sharp sword that was instantly straightened, and the flesh and blood were skewered like skewers, skewered on the tip of the sword.

Blood poured into him, and his tall and burly body shook suddenly, and the already pale old face of the old demon was even more like a white impermanence.

The state of the old demon slayer is not as good as before, everyone can see this.

Because of this, so Tu Lao Mo didn't dare to have some slackness, although he despised the enemy, he remained vigilant strategically, Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan were indeed juniors to him, if it was in a normal state, even if the two were tied together heart to heart, Tu Lao Mo was sure that he would be knocked down in two places, but, there was suffering in his heart, he naturally knew it, and Tu Lao Mo's current state was only afraid that he could not exert the three or four layers of skill on weekdays, the internal energy consumption was small, and it was true that several big points were blocked all over his body, he was vigilant enough, But he was still amazed by Mo Zhiming's sword through the abdomen, and this sword made the already seriously injured Old Demon even worse.

"Well done."

The corners of Mo Xiaohuan's mouth puffed up with a hideous smile, Mo Zhiming's sword gave him a huge encouragement, it seems that the old demon Tu has indeed been injured, otherwise he would not even be able to block the sword of Ye Guzi, Mo Xiaohuan died and never imagined that there would be such a day, the top masters standing on the altar of martial arts would be weakened to the extent that even they could draw a knife to cut meat, thinking of this, Mo Xiaohuan couldn't hold back that exciting heart, the ghost head knife in his hand shook slightly, and more and more majestic killing machines emerged, overcoming the obstacles in his heart, The combat power that Mo Xiaohuan burst out was even more amazing.

"Eat me."

Mo Xiaohuan held the thought of 'taking advantage of your illness to kill you', his eyes were cold, and his body jumped high. Grip the handle tightly with both palms. Suddenly lifted. The Devil's Head Knife was swung down fiercely.

Mo Xiaohuan's knife is extremely ordinary, like chopping wood.

It is indeed simple to the natural, along the heart, through the natural, in the eyes of the old demon, it is more shocking than his previous dozen knives, this is the real strength of Mo Xiaohuan. Not only does Mo Zhiming have a few swordsmanship to save his life and press the bottom of the box, but Mo Xiaohuan has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for many years, and there are also a lot of hidden moves.

With the simplicity of Mo Xiaohuan to the point where a natural knife fell, Mo Zhiming, who had a steady temperament, seemed to feel that it was not enough to be safe, his eyes were cold, and his body disappeared in place in an instant, and the cold soft sword in his hand shook out a few wisps of sword flowers, and in the dark, the cold light was exhausted, and there were hundreds of sword shadows that shrouded the old demon.

One sword, one sword. All the killing moves sharpened by killing people are all tricks, and none of them are showy. Appearing casually in the rivers and lakes is a stunt that shocks the world, and it is naturally the intention of the two juniors to deal with the old devil, and to a certain extent, it is also the jealousy of Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan against the old devil.

The figures of Ye Guzi and Shen Di disappeared strangely, and Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming, who were afraid of long dreams at night, unabashedly expressed their homicidal intentions to slaughter the old demon, this sword and sword, used to deal with the old demon in such a state, can definitely be regarded as a good sword and a good sword to use on a good blade, and only a master of this level is qualified to let Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan, two opponents who do not deal with each other on weekdays, join forces to fight to the death.

That sword and sword, under the gaze of Kuzen and Chen Gong, cut through the night, the light was dignified, and with the killing machine, it suddenly went towards the old demon.

Tu Lao Mo frowned, with his high martial arts, he will naturally have a detached arrogance, those who can take that step, which one is not a talented person, but anyone who is a little talented is above the top, not to mention that Tu Lao Mo has only produced so many top masters in a hundred years, as a master of nearly two Jiazi, Tu Lao Mo is undoubtedly a proud person, but he did not expect that there would be a day when the tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, this feeling really made Tu Lao Mo feel aggrieved.

In addition to being aggrieved, it is naturally murderous, the two juniors dare to be so rude to him, Tu Lao Mo has debuted for so many years, not to mention the section where the nobodies are lined up, a Jiazi in front of Mo Xiaohuan, who does not treat him as a god in the entire Demon Dao Seven Palaces and Two Palaces, Tu Lao Mo did not expect it, after living in seclusion in Chang'an for forty or fifty years, even the juniors who are connected at the same time dare to shoot at him, the heavens are intolerable, Tu Lao Mo was indignant in his heart, the evil aura on his brow was transformed into an infinite killing machine, and his tall and burly body suddenly advanced a few steps, He wants to let the two juniors know that even if he slaughters the old devil, he has been hit hard, and he has not fallen to the point where he can only be slaughtered.

Two unpleasant and sharp loud sounds, the old demon slaughtered like a robot that was not afraid of swords, his fist shadow was heavy, and the sword light and sword shadow that rushed from the sky were shattered, and in a moment, one punch hit the tip of Mo Xiaohuan's knife, and the other punch smashed down on the blade of Mo Zhi's sword, both fists settled, and the sword was like a hard stone stabbed, and he couldn't take a step forward.

Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhi's fate all changed, their eyes moved, and they suddenly took two or three steps back, and then the more dense sword and sword shadow were intertwined, like a big net, covering the head of the old demon, and then the two of them shot forward, with the determination to kill, one of them sealed the way of the old demon to retreat, and the other stepped forward to the ghost head knife like a dagger, stabbing the old demon in the chest.

"Roar~"

Diffused by the sword light and sword shadow, the front and back were blocked, Tu Lao Mo suddenly fell into a crisis, Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan are not ordinary martial artists, that a large net composed of sword light and sword shadow is not useless, although it will not kill Tu Lao Mo, but it can ensure that he is tired of running for his life, now Tu Lao Mo has been seriously injured, Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan are holding the idea of consuming it to death, so the shots are both offensive and defensive moves, the cold net overlaps, one after another, Tu Lao Mo's tall and burly body was instantly engulfed.

Not far away, Chen Gong could see that his jaw was slightly pointed, the strategy of Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming was really good, no matter how strong the old demon was, after suffering serious trauma, even if the realm was still there, it was difficult to escape the attack of the two, although he was full of spirit in a short period of time, but it was also like the previous Yu Lei, after all, he was relying on a breath to hold on, as long as Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming joined forces to pierce that qi, the balloon would eventually dissipate, how could the tiger who was already at the end of his rope be the opponent of the young hunter, if the old demon had no other effective counterattack, I'm afraid that he will still be the second top master to die tonight, and he will die aggrieved at the hands of a junior of the same level, and he will be beaten to death by the group, but he is also very aggrieved.

Tu Lao Mo obviously thought of this, the murderous intent in his eyes was so strong that he couldn't disperse, and his cultivation in the temple for decades almost made him forget that he was once a big devil with blood, until he was forced to a desperate road, Tu Lao Mo's ferocious aura that finally dissipated woke up again, and everyone was shocked to realize a breath of the desolate beast waking up, the ground was cracked one by one, dense, like a spider's web, extending outward, more than ten meters, this is his aura, the unique stunt of the top master who took that step.

Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming's faces changed drastically, seeing that the old demon Tu's eyes turned blood-red, their hearts were cold, and they told them intellectually that the most suitable thing now was to leave quickly, but out of compliance with Wang Rong's orders, and thinking of a 'God Slaughter' feat in their hearts, the two of them flickered in their eyes, and the moment they swept up, they glanced at each other, and they both saw the choice in each other's eyes.

Old Demon Tu awakened his fierce aura, his eyes were red, like a beast, without a trace of emotion.

The internal strength of the whole body is still dry, but at this moment, from the bones, from the dantian, from the limbs and hundreds of bones emerge a trace of blood-red internal strength, accumulated into a lot, in that night, the momentum of the old demon slayer skyrocketed instantly, but its own purple glow was replaced by blood red, and the unpleasant smell of blood made people change.

"These two don't have a chance." Chen Gong's pupils shrank, and he muttered in his mind.

As soon as the offensive of Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming started, there was no arrow to turn back, two figures shot out, Mo Xiaohuan's body fell fiercely from the sky, and the ghost head knife in his hand was clenched with both hands, the target was the heavenly spirit of the old demon, if he was pierced, the old demon would definitely die.

Mo Zhifang's body was like a phantom, maybe it was too fast, and he only saw the afterimage, but his body was already behind the old demon, and the sword in his hand was lifted from the bottom to the top, and the stars shook down, pointing at a dead hole of the old demon. (To be continued......)