Jiang Mo suppressed the curiosity in his heart, and with a movement of his thoughts, the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword also automatically flew out, facing the slender soft sword.

The blade of the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword was extremely wide and heavy, and compared to the sword of the white-robed man, it was more eye-catching.

The two of them controlled their weapons from afar, and in the middle of the air, a fierce exchange began.

Qiang, Qiang, Qiang......

The sound of the roar of Dao metal continued to come out of the air, and the rest of the people were all looking at it with a little curiosity, and when they saw the flickering sword shadow in mid-air, they couldn't help but look sideways.

In the Heavenly Dance Continent, there are not many monks who practice swordsmanship, and there are also monks who can control the sword in the air, but there are not many who can control it exquisitely.

Some people use their hands to resist the sword, some people use the heart method to resist the sword, and it may be like Jiang Mo, a monk who uses the power of divine thoughts to resist the sword is also very rare.

The two flying swords were in mid-air, and after dozens of rounds of bombardment with each other, the slender soft sword obviously fell below.

The Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword was large in size, and it was suppressed with a heavy intent, making the slender soft sword like a lonely boat in a raging storm, and it could capsize at any time.

"How can that kid's swordsmanship be better than me, I've been studying it for more than twenty years!" The white-robed man was shocked in his heart, looking at Jiang Mo who was shaking his black wings in mid-air, and the latter's face was flat, as if fighting with the sword was an extremely easy thing.

It was only a short battle, and Jiang Mo knew that although the white-robed man's martial arts cultivation was profound, he was not his opponent at all in terms of swordsmanship.

After all, the style of the Thousand Miles Imperial Sword that Jiang Mo practiced was from the Devil May Cry Sword Technique, which was comparable to the ground-level martial arts!

The two swords defended again, and the majestic power on the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword poured down, directly swinging the slender soft sword out, and falling to the ground with a thud.

"Damn boy, you have the ability to come down!" The white-robed man's sword was knocked down, and his face suddenly turned a little unbearable, and he snorted coldly.

Jiang Mo didn't pay attention to the white-robed man, his wings fluttered behind his back, and he swept towards Na Luo Biao.

It's not easy to find a reliable ally, Jiang Mo can't just fall into the danger of the blood wolf, if he misses this opportunity, it is estimated that it will be even more difficult to kill Luo Biao in the future.

"Boy, is it true that Luo Biao is a soft persimmon?" Seeing Jiang Mo coming, Luo Biao's face also had a hideous look.

As he spoke, his palms spread out, and his bones continued to grow, making a clicking sound, and there was a faint pale golden light.

"Coffin Claw!"

Luo Biaosen snorted coldly, and in an instant, between those claws, a fierce yuan force surged out, tearing the air and hitting Jiang Mo.

This blow was extremely powerful and domineering, even if it was a few feet away, you could feel the murderous aura coming to your face.

"The wind rises, the fire comes!" Jiang Mo didn't move, Yuan Li oscillated between his chest, and then sent out two strange syllables along his throat.

The moment those two strange syllables came out, the vitality of heaven and earth suddenly rioted, and gusts of wind surged violently.

Invisibly, the temperature on the Tianzhu Peak also quietly increased, and some bushes and trees spontaneously combusted.

The wind and flames formed in front of Jiang Mo, and then, Jiang Mo's mind moved, and the wind and flames slowly merged together.

"What the hell is that?" Seeing the wind and flames appearing in front of him, Luo Biao's eyes suddenly showed a look of horror, and he shouted in a lost voice.

Even the white-robed man was terrified, he could mobilize the power of heaven and earth? It is said that only a peak powerhouse with extraordinary strength can do it, right?

However, there was not much time left for Luo Biao to be shocked, and when the wind and flames fused, a terrifying and terrifying fluctuation permeated the air.

Boom, boom.

It was a storm of flames, and the flames were roaring with the help of the wind, which fueled the flames!

Everywhere the firestorm passed, everything was burned into nothingness, even the billowing boulders were burned to ashes.

Although Luo Biao's coffin-splitting claw was unexpectedly powerful, it only tore apart the flame storm for a short moment, and then converged again.

"Brother Su save me!" Luo Biao was not unable to resist this flame storm, but he was too afraid of death to even want to block it, so his body retreated sharply.

The white-robed man snorted coldly, and with a wave of his robe, he suddenly slammed into the flame storm with Yuan Li.

After being collided by an external force, the flame storm first shrank inward slightly, and then suddenly expanded, and the blazing flame qi wave was stronger than the other, and finally encompassed the entire Tianzhu Peak.

Boom!

The moment the flame storm swept away, the entire mountain peak shook violently, a large amount of rubble fell, and countless ancient trees and wild grasses spontaneously combusted at this moment.

The mountain shook for a while, and when the firestorm had cleared, a huge crater had appeared below, and the swarthy was about a few feet deep.

"Good fellow!" Iron Toutuo quietly swallowed as he looked at the barren peak.

His opponent, the man with the broken eyebrows of the Legion of the Dead, had already been defeated, and with the strength of the Iron Toutuo One-Star Martial King, it was not surprising that this situation occurred.

Luo Biao fled relatively quickly, looking at Jiang Mo from a distance, and his heart palpitated.

And the white-robed man stood next to Luo Biao with a cold expression.

Jiang Mo's hole cards are endless, and even the white-robed man has some difficulty coping with them.

"With that guy here, and Luo Biao is very cunning, it is really difficult to kill him. Jiang Mo stood in place, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was thinking about killing the enemy in his mind.

After a while, Jiang Mo finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind to take out the dark red amber from Zi Chen's ring.

The energy contained in this amber is extremely pure and huge, and if I swallow some of it, it may temporarily increase my strength.

As soon as he thought of this, Jiang Mo no longer hesitated, and with a flick of his fingers, one-tenth of the dark red amber was cut off and thrown directly into his mouth.

Rumble!

When the small piece of dark red amber entered his mouth, Jiang Mo suddenly felt as if a flame was running through his throat, his mind roared, and his whole body trembled.

"What's wrong with that kid? Could it be that he took some poison pill by mistake and is going to die violently?" Luo Biao watched this scene from a distance and prayed silently.

The white-robed man stared at Jiang Mo with a solemn gaze, judging from the powerful aura that rose from time to time on the latter's body, Jiang Mo must be making some dangerous moves.

At this moment, Jiang Mo roared in a low voice, his eyes were red, his fists were clenched tightly, the green tendons on his forehead were beating non-stop, and his body was filled with terrifying fluctuations.

The energy in the dark red amber dissolved in Jiang Mo's body, like a wild horse, rampaging through the meridians in his body.

Jiang Mo also knew that if he could tame this wild horse, it would be okay to kill Luo Biao.

But the white-robed man and Luo Biao didn't intend to give Jiang Mo this opportunity.

"Let's shoot together and kill that kid!" The two glanced at each other, and then immediately bombarded Jiang Mo in unison.

(End of chapter)