Don't let go of all worries, his heart, quiet, step by step, all the blood, he thinks isolated, step by step, step by step, every step forward, the heart will add a trace of pressure, like a dark road, leading to his road of no return!

Behind him, Yin and Yang disillusioned on the side of the road, some people wandered, did not dare to enter, did not want to retreat, every time they dared to rush into a dead end, they would be stunned by most of them, they were excited, but also happy to be curious, gathered in Mo's body, sparking speculation and debate.

At a glance, staring at Mo Ninghong's footsteps from behind, at this time, Mo Ninghong had already walked dozens of steps, it didn't seem to have changed, her speed had not decreased, she was calm, she was breathing, and she was more even in the continuous adjustment.

One of them stared at Shi Yun with a serious expression and whispered, "Guess how far this boy can go?"

A young man next to him raised the knife to his chest, his mouth hanging indifferently. There is also an elder brother on the ground, who walked more than a hundred steps, scared to death, returned the same way, and the little boy became strong again, but he is also a kind of spiritual atmosphere, how far can he go? You dig your own grave!

His tone was contemptuous, not believing how far Moninghong could go.

"Hey, don't be cranky, this kid is not an ordinary man, he is in the same league as that bad guy!" Another commented with a blank face.

"So what, I'm looking with my eyes wide open today, I bet he won't be able to walk a hundred steps!" The young man with the knife said casually, as if he was very confident.

"Huh? If he could walk a hundred steps, so what? A well-behaved and handsome man would play with this taste.

"Then I... I'm going to throw my sword at you!" The young man hesitated for a moment with the knife and said, "This knife is an artifact."

"Good".

So, a group of people watched more intently as the moon moved step by step.

Mo Ninghong's breathing was steady, slowly moving forward, unhurried, the pressure was getting bigger and bigger, not only killing, his bones seemed to be squeezed by a kind of space, and the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

But Mo Ninghong did not lose her cool. His eyes were fixed on the abyss beneath his feet. His gaze could not leave the abyss.

In an instant, Chen Rong had already walked more than eighty steps and was still walking forward. His steps weren't fast, but there was no sign of stopping. He continued to take his 91st step, his 91st step...... Keep moving!

The man with the knife, whose face was now a little pale and selfless, kept praying in his heart: stop, stop......

But Mo Ninghong's speed is still so steady, in the blink of an eye, ninety-nine steps, one hundred steps!

"Humph! If you lose, bring the knife. The obedient young man glanced at the young man with the knife in full view, his face suddenly reluctant, and he handed the knife out with a grim face. He glanced at Mo Ninghong's disillusionment with yin and yang on the road, with a kind of resentment, and was very unhappy in his heart.

"Well, I don't know if he's dead or alive. If he can walk two hundred steps, I'll jump out!" The young man said angrily.

The crowd was silent for a moment, staring solemnly at the road ahead. He couldn't hear the sounds around him. He continued walking, with each step. "Boom!" On the iron plate at his feet, some words were constantly written, and the color of the words was blood-red, and half of his body was red.

On Mo Ninghong's forehead, there were a few drops of sweat running down, and I have to say, sweaty.

At that moment, the pressure hit his body like a bell, hitting every bone of his body, and a feeling of pain spread throughout his body.

Mo Ninghong frowned slightly, feeling that this was a test, his body was under pressure, he was already injured, and if he went further, he would be more tired and scarred, and he couldn't take advantage of this time to heal while practicing and moving forward!

At the mention of injury, he couldn't help but think of the life and death of the six reincarnations, and suddenly smiled, his eyes sparkled, his footsteps stopped, and he whispered: "Your wounds, I will definitely heal, I must continue walking, I will see who can stop me!"

"Click!" Menicum clenched his fists and stared ahead.

I saw him stop, and the sword that had just lost his youth suddenly said triumphantly with his mouth: "Cut, I can't see it, I said, he only walked a few steps, and finally stopped, I think next, he will be like that woman, explode his body and die."

Then, seeing Mo Ninghong's corpse, he suddenly moved, and quickly took another step forward. His speed seems to have improved a lot, and he moves forward smoothly and seemingly without any obstacles. One step, two steps! So fast!

"Oops - it's so pretty! The odd young man's lips turned upward, and his expression became so comfortable that it was hard to believe that everyone looked surprised.

"No, how is that possible?" The gloating young man immediately froze in his time, and the ink act, had been dozens of steps in a row, and when he reacted, the ink had a total of nearly two hundred steps walking, its body, surrounded by a layer of golden light, which was the ink to open a primordial god, the body of many difficult moments.

Yo!

The front was already covered with fog, and Men Ninghong walked in, his body becoming more and more blurred, and finally disappeared into the field of vision of everyone more than two hundred steps away, looking at everyone dumbfounded.

"Well, what did you say?" The obedient young man, with a sneering look, turned his head to look at the young man thoughtfully, and the rest of the people turned their heads to look at him with the same attitude as they did at the play.

"This, this, he's just practicing the atmosphere...... The young man was incoherent, pale, and talking to himself.

"If you lose, keep your promise!"

"Nope! It's all fake!" The young man immediately gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "Don't you see? He must have used some kind of magic weapon. He's been deceived!"

"Well, you're not a man." The sissy voice sounded, with a bleak, indifferent tone: "Are you going to fall yourself, or are you going to send you down!"

The rest are indifferent young people, which makes people desperate!

He burst into tears, trembling all over, curled up his arms, crying and begging: "It's like I just said fart, I won't talk nonsense, you have to be honest......"

"Get out of the car!" The sissy voice suddenly became cold, and she suddenly concentrated all her strength on her legs, flew up with one foot, and kicked the young man directly into the abyss!

"Ahh At this time, the sissy acted as if nothing had happened, and calmly touched the Xuanxian sword in her hand. After pulling out the sheath, a cold light flashed.

With a sword in his white hand, he threw it forward, threw out a magic weapon, and fell into the icy abyss, leaving no echo, leaving many people speechless and speechless.