The Red Blade Soar and the Red Stream Secret Sword on Zi Jin's Ten Fist Sword couldn't hold on, and the Ten Fist Sword returned to its original appearance.

On the other side, Mo Lingling was still riding the Qi Green Horse, but the Qi Green Scythe in his hand remained the same as the state after the previous ghost possession soul technique was used.

is also a thousand-year-old soul ring skill, Mo Lingling's death slash blade has not received such a high attack bonus, and it has a lot of power, and if you want to correspond, the soul power consumption is also a lot.

On the contrary, Zi Jin's thousand-year-old soul ring technique, the Red Blade Sword Gang, is powerful and explosive, and if you use it a few times, your soul power will not be able to hold on.

Regarding the current situation, Mo Lingling actually expected it when Zi Jin shot himself into the air with the Enlightening Green Scythe Martial Soul.

For this reason, she decided to fight Zi Jin against the Gang Millennium Soul Technique.

Seeing that Zi Jin was almost consumed, Mo Lingling clamped the horse's belly, the horse neighed, and the green horse neighed, carrying an unrivaled momentum, rushing towards Zi Jin.

Seeing this (qíng) scene, Zi Jin gritted his teeth, held the sword in both hands, did not retreat, but advanced, and rushed forward to meet him.

The two touched, and before they could get close, Mo Lingling held up the green sickle and aimed at the top of Zijin's head to slash down.

At this time, the length of the handle of the Qilu sickle reached four meters, which was much longer than the Zijin Ten Fist Sword.

Zi Jin looked at the green sharp tip of the knife, (shēn) shape unchanged.

It wasn't until the sword was less than three inches away from her that her (shēn) body was weirdly deflected and dodged the slash.

The blade of the Qilu Scythe was three meters long at this time, the handle was still in the air, and there was still room to change direction, as long as Mo Lingling's wrist turned, he could slash to the lower half of Zijin (shēn).

Therefore, Zi Jin kept moving, holding the ten-fist sword in both hands and slashing to the side (shēn), accurately hitting the wide sword of Qi Lu Scythe

The artifact-level martial spirits collided with each other, creating a dazzling spark.

Zi Jin held the knife in both hands, Mo Lingling held the knife in one hand, the same level of martial soul had different strength, and the Qilu sickle martial soul was unexpectedly shocked.

Zi Jin's ten-fist sword martial soul adhered to the Qilu sickle, and quickly swiped forward along the hilt, according to this momentum, it was to slash Mo Lingling's right hand holding the knife.

If this is a slash, then you will be seriously injured on the spot and lose directly.

This is unacceptable to Mo Lingling.

I can't read comics, if I can't get in touch with Qianlinjue......

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, flipped her wrist, and the blade of the Qilu sickle changed direction, and the blade turned outward, encompassing Zi Jin, who had just avoided the split, and encompassed her Zheng

Mo Lingling's right arm muscle (ròu) contracted, and the legs, waist, and arm were forced at the same time, driving the arm to pump back, and driving the Qilu sickle in the hand to pump back together.

Mo Lingling's move was perfect, and his arm was drawn back, which could shorten the distance between him and the Ten Fists Sword Martial Soul so that he would not be cut, and at the same time, the Inner Blade of the Qilu Scythe Martial Soul had already included Zi Jin in the attack range.

With this pull, the inner blade will inevitably be harvested towards Zi Jin's back, and if Zi Jin continues to cut off her right hand, she will be seriously injured.

Replace defense with offense, encircle Wei and save Zhao!

On the ground, Zi Jin, who sensed Mo Lingling's intentions, sneered.

Is it like lifting the crisis and defeating me? What a joke!

She quickly bends down, her right foot is on the ground, her toes are turned outward, her legs are crossed, her left forefoot is on the ground, her knee is close to the heel of her right foot, (tǐng) (xiōng), she collapses, and takes a resting step.

The ten-fist sword moves downward with the (shēn) shape, Zi Jin's fingers and ring fingers do not move, the thumb and index finger flip, and the arm turns, and the blade of the ten-fist sword changes vertically to horizontal, and slashes horizontally towards the legs of the Qilu horse.

Worst!

Mo Lingling secretly screamed that it was not good, but now it was too late to make any moves.

The sword light was dignified, the red murderous aura was swirling, and the ten-fist sword only slashed into the legs of the Qilu horse and horse in an instant.

Qi Luma neighed miserably, a pair of front legs were directly cut off, and he fell to his knees forward.

Even with it, Mo Lingling almost fell into the ring.

Qi Luma couldn't stand, and naturally lost its effect, Mo Lingling's palm was green, and he shouted in a low voice: "Collect!" ”

The green horse instantly turned into a green light and flew back into Mo Lingling's palm.

Mo Lingling revoked the second soul technique, and by this time Zi Jin had already stood up again (shēn).

Holding the ten-fist sword high above his head with both hands, Zi Jin used the most powerful attack in the knife technique: splitting Huashan as the top of his head.

This knife is not fancy, but it is the foundation of all knife techniques, and the whole (shēn) power is condensed in the process of using it to the point where the knife (shēn) is bent.

If it is struck by a parabolic bend of the blade, even if it is a steel bone, it can be directly cut in two.

Mo Lingling's face changed slightly, she knew that if she didn't use her special ability, she would lose.

The hilt of the Qilu Scythe Martial Soul would definitely not be able to withstand this slash, and even if it did, it would be extremely flexible under the ten-fist sword (shēn), while his own Qilu Scythe would be cumbersome and inconvenient.

Compared with the two, Mo Lingling has fallen into an absolute disadvantage, that is, it will definitely lose.

Looking at Zi Jin on the other side, Mo Lingling gritted her teeth.

Okay, for the future, for the sake of being with my sister......

As soon as the soul power of the palm of the hand was collected, the martial soul of the Qilu sickle was withdrawn, and as soon as it was released, it was in its original form across the hand of Mo Lingling

Zi Jin's knife speed is not fast, the knife and rib difference knife method are fast, not the Tai knife knife method, therefore, Mo Lingling still has a little time to deal with it.

She held the handle of the knife close to the blade, and aimed diagonally upward at Zi Jin's arm, directly in the void

Opposite Mo Lingling, Zi Jin was full of confidence and had the chance to win.

When she saw Mo Lingling take back the martial soul and release it again, she suddenly became cautious.

What does Mo Lingling want to do?

Are you playing any tricks?

She didn't know what kind of special abilities Mo Lingling had, and she hadn't heard of anyone else.

Just when she was puzzled, she happened to see Mo Lingling holding the Qilu Scythe Void and pulling it horizontally

Although she was both confused and nervous in her heart, she was unwilling to give up the victory she had won.

The sword momentum remained unchanged, and it was slashing towards the Moling Divine Court.

Mo Lingling, it's time to surrender.

Zi Jin couldn't help but think.

At this moment, above the Qilu Scythe, an invisible wave emanated, spreading to Zi Jin's arms.

Zi Jin's arms suddenly had a sharp pain, and her shoulders and arms seemed to lose contact in an instant, which was no different from being broken!

"Ah——!h

She screamed violently, her hands still holding the ten-fist sword, but her arms were weak...... Fall!

Although it was still attached, Zi Jin's arms had lost all sensation.

I couldn't even feel the slightest breeze, as if those hands were no longer my own.

She gritted her teeth and sweated like rain, and her shoulder hurt as if it had been cut off.

In the audience, (shēn) Qian Nawei in a silver dress has been paying attention to this side.

Seeing that Zi Jin was injured, she hurriedly released her martial spirit and flew to the ring.

The slender jade hand was close to Zi Jin's shoulder, and Qian Nawei exerted her healing power.

However, there were no arbitrary wounds on Zi Jin's shoulders, and no matter how she used her healing light and how her soul power was infused, Zi Jin's face did not improve in the slightest.

A pair of arms were unconscious, had no strength at all, and couldn't lift them, Zi Jin couldn't help shouting at Mo Ling: "What happened to your hands?" ”