Ji Xiantian's body was like a sharp sword, rising into the sky, the sharp sword momentum made him sharp, and a pair of pupils were even more shining.

Jiang Mo's mind was focused on dealing with the hideous purple python, and under the encirclement and suppression of the sword prison, the purple mang turned by the spear had gradually lost its movement.

At this moment, Dong Linjun's eyes were hollow, his soul was lost, and he fell out of embarrassment for dozens of steps, and finally landed on the wall.

This scene made many people gasp, and Dong Linjun, who was known for his domineering marksmanship, was defeated in the hands of Jiang Mo like this.

If it weren't for the previous eighth layer of Yuan Force prohibition, Dong Linjun might be able to hold out for a while, but when he broke through that layer of prohibition, he spent a lot of strength.

As for that Ji Xiantian, he was actually no better than Dong Linjun, among the five people, only Jiang Mo did not consume too much when he broke the ban.

In the field, Jiang Mo didn't raise his eyes, he felt a fierce sword aura rising into the sky, and he didn't ask whether it was Ji Xiantian.

Jiang Mo grasped it in his palm, and the sword light ball that had not dispersed was retracted again, turning into a giant sword phantom, and slashing towards Ji Xiantian.

"Who else wants this piece of Cangying Golden Order in my hand, just shoot it together!" Jiang Mo's slightly domineering voice, mixed with the spread of the majestic Yuan Force, made not only Wang Xu and the others hear it clearly, but even the onlookers outside the Nameless Tower could hear it clearly.

Such domineering words, in Jiang Mo, who had just defeated Dong Linjun, had a well-deserved momentum.

"It is worthy of Tianjiao who came out of the Cangying Training Camp, and this courage alone is several times beyond the ordinary!"

"Jiang Mo is so young, he has such a terrifying martial arts talent, as long as he is given another ten years, he will definitely be able to achieve the position of the protector of the Heavenly Darkness!"

"The generation that was born with him is the sorrow of Dong Linjun, Ji Xiantian and others!"

Jiang Mo's words naturally made Ji Xiantian's face very ugly.

He was born with the aura of a kendo genius since he was a child, and along the way, he has never encountered such a situation as today.

Jiang Mo's sentence of 'shoot together' was obviously contemptuous of his Ji Xiantian's strength, and he never put him Ji Xiantian in his eyes.

As for Wang Xu, who was cranking the folding fan, he also had anger on his plain face.

"Let me meet you for a while!" Wang Xu suddenly closed the folding fan, stepped on the soles of his feet, and swept towards Jiang Mo.

In the entire ninth-floor iron tower, the only one who can remain calm is Yu Ximeng, her slender eyelashes blinking slightly, and no one knows what she is thinking in her heart.

Ji Xiantian slashed out a sword, and in an instant, there was a roar all around, and the surging sword gang roared out, defending itself with the giant sword phantom.

The duel between two sword masters is very rare, and the entire iron tower is full of sword qi shuttling and raging, which is dazzling.

Wang Xu, who had swept over, waved the folding fan, and there was also an astonishing Yuan Force Match, but in the face of the siege of two monks whose strength was at least three stars or above, Jiang Mo's face was extremely calm, and he did not panic at all.

In the main hall, whether it was the Remnant Mountain Protector or the White Deputy Palace Master, they all nodded secretly, not to mention Jiang Mo's martial arts cultivation, just this calm and adaptable mind, not all monks can have.

In the field, Jiang Mo held the sword in his right hand, and the dantian yuan force surged up, rippling out along the meridians around his body.

At the same time, Jiang Mo's throat agitated and several strange syllables were issued.

To outsiders, the dragon language sounded like Sanskrit, and the moment it came out of Jiang Mo's mouth, the energy between heaven and earth fluctuated.

Immediately afterwards, gusts of wind rolled around the tower, rotating around Jiang Mo's body, as if he was a Wind King!

When the wind suddenly rose, Yu Ximeng, who had been standing calmly, had a look of horror on his face, and muttered in his mouth: "How did this guy do it." ”

After being surprised, Yu Ximeng waved his hand, and there were raindrops falling in the sky, which is Yu Ximeng's specialty, you can use the rain curtain to conjure up thousands of troops and horses, and rush to kill the enemy!

The rain curtain shrouded, her beautiful jade hands changed one after another, and among the delicate red lips, there was also a curling Sanskrit sound.

With this change, the rain curtain in the middle of the air was first heard by the sound of horses stepping on the glacier, and then the fierce sound of countless soldiers charging into battle and fighting to the death.

The hand of Yu Ximeng is both illusory and real, which can not only affect the mind of the monk, but also kill people!

Countless sergeants in iron armor, bathed in blood, and under their crotches were the golden iron horses wrapped in iron sheets, holding swords, guns, swords, halberds, breaking through the rain curtain and rumbling towards Jiang Mo!

Everyone was stunned by this scene, and they couldn't help but be attracted to their eyes, but Jiang Mo felt the murderous aura coming from the thousands of troops that came out.

"Dare to love this seemingly delicate and powerless woman, Fang is the strongest one!" Jiang Mo sighed secretly, and the wind swept around, and there were also raging flames.

The wind swept up the flames, causing the surrounding heat waves to roll in and cover the sky, and even the rain curtain in the air was melted a lot.

In the main hall, Deputy Palace Master Bai Yubai crossed his fingers and sighed softly: "It seems that the girl of the Yu family has cultivated the Thousand Armies to the Dacheng realm!"

The Remnant Mountain Protector did not answer, but his expression was slightly solemn.

On the ninth-floor iron tower, there are three attacks, one after another, each of which is extremely powerful, and has the power to kill the three-star martial king.

The pair of black wings behind Jiang Mo spread out again and rose into the air.

In the next moment, his hands slammed into each other, and the wind and flames quickly fused together, and when the two completely different energies were successfully fused, a faint wave of destruction rippled out.

"Firestorm. Jiang Mo snorted lightly, and then flicked his fingers, and the blow that gathered the energy between heaven and earth was fiercely swept out, and it went straight to the three attacks.

Thundered!

When this flame storm touched the Thousand Troops of Yu Ximeng, it exploded violently, and waves of terrifying energy fluctuations raged wildly.

The entire Nameless Iron Tower was covered in a layer of firelight, and even the illusory images in the hall were blocked, and it was impossible to penetrate into it.

The blazing fluctuations seemed to burn even the air, not to mention the rain curtain in mid-air, the slightest white gas rose, Yu Ximeng's face was a little pale, her delicate body trembled, and a trace of red blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Under the flame storm that could be called a devastating blow, her thousand troops were directly destroyed by the devastating ground, and as for Ji Xiantian and Wang Xu's full blow, they had already dissipated without a trace along with the rain curtain.

When the flame storm dissipated, the nameless iron tower, which was said to be an eighth-order true martial weapon, appeared at this moment with a hole about the size of a few feet.

"But do you want to continue the war?"

The firelight dissipated, and Jiang Mo's Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword was already behind him, and the two fingers of his right hand were close together, and at the same time, there was a deep black light swirling around his fingertips.

(End of chapter)