"Everyone, work hard, don't let that big white cat take the lead. ”

"Speaking of you, you can't hurry up for my mother. It's true, what to do, what to eat, not enough. Take a step slower, and the old lady will break your boy's leg. ”

This is the voice of the vermilion cloth.

"The green dragon attacked, don't dare to disobey. Long Xingyu also arrived.

"Are you bullying the old man slowly? You know that you don't know how to respect the elderly. You little bunnies. Qi Taiqing shouted angrily from behind.

"Cut, rely on the old and sell the old things. Long Xingyu, Bai Chenyue, and Zhu Hongyi pouted at the same time.

"Hey...... Qi Lao, don't worry, am I still behind you?" Xuantian Bei's honest voice came from behind Qi Taiqing.

"Get out of the way, I'm not going to compare you to someone who can outperform rabbits. When Xuan Tianbei said this, Qi Taiqing shouted as if he had been insulted by something.

"Hey...... You old guy, you get cheap and sell well. Do others grab you in front of you, you are crooked. Others are behind you, and you are chattering. I really don't understand you, the gentleman and villain let you do it alone. Uncle, I don't know how to leave some thoughts for others. Xuantian Beiwei laughed.

"Every time you work, you run to the end, and you have a lot of. Come on, sons, we can't be left behind. After Qi Taiqing reprimanded Xuantianbei, he then urged his subordinates loudly.

Mo Xiaochuan watched as the disciples of the Xuan Holy Temple collided with the people of the Wuji Temple like a torrent.

Suddenly, "ping pong" There was a sound of weapons colliding, noisy and chaotic. As soon as the two parties came into contact, there were casualties. This shows the tragic situation of the war.

However, Mo Xiaochuan and Huang Wutian only glanced at each other lightly, and then locked their eyes on each other.

Where there are rivers and lakes, there will be battles, and if there are battles, people will die, and no one can change this. The only thing that can change is, is the death of these people worth it?

Therefore, Mo Xiaochuan and Huang Wutian both hope that their respective disciples will be lucky in their lives and their deaths worthwhile. Well, they have to kill each other, and as quickly as possible. In this way, the other party will be leaderless, and if it lacks the backbone, it will lose its spiritual and spiritual sustenance, thus forming a mass of scattered sand. Thus creating a fighting atmosphere in favor of their side.

"Huang Wutian, the first time we met. It's better to meet than to be famous. Mo Xiaochuan looked at Huang Wutian and said lightly.

"Haha...... Mo Xiaochuan, when I saw you for the first time, I was very disappointed. I'm a little guilty that I'd make you my opponent. Plainly lowered his status. Huang Wutian looked up to the sky and smiled, undisguised his contempt for Mo Xiaochuan.

"Huh...... Whether you have lowered your status or raised your personal reputation? To put it mildly, future generations will have their own evaluation. However, now the only thing I know is that you are the emperor, and you were beaten like a mouse by me, huddled in a corner, and did not dare to show your face. And now, I knocked on the door. Mo Xiaochuan smiled faintly and shook his head gently, Huang Wutian's punishment obviously did not affect him.

"Mo Xiaochuan, you are so crazy, I really don't know where your crazy capital is? Since you have repeatedly wanted to find death, then, I will be kind today and help you overtake." You can rest assured that it will not make you feel pain. Huang Wutian sneered, his eyes were fixed on Mo Xiaochuan, and he said lightly.

After Huang Wu finished speaking, the spear in the back shot out like an electric and poisonous dragon, only taking the location of Mo Xiaochuan's heart.

"Well, I have to thank you. It's a pity that I don't know if in the end it will be the biggest winner. You'd better save some strength, don't even get a gun when the time comes. In this battle, it is only about life and death, not winning or losing. Huang Wutian, are you ready" Mo Xiaochuan watched that all the people in the Xuan Temple had landed on Wuji Island, and there had not been a big battle of this scale for a long time.

"If you pick up the gun, if you can't pick it up, you don't care about it, you still have to think about it, after the battle, where will you be the place to bury your bones......?"

Huang Wutian's attacks became more and more sharp, and the entire spear momentum was continuous, like a stormy wave, wave after wave, endlessly.

Mo Xiaochuan is like a tender branch, with the Huang Wutian spear passing by, the wind and dust brought up, suddenly in front of it, looking at the back. Suddenly, he was in front, and then he looked behind. Weak and boneless, like a weak fang to support the wind. In the curtain of guns brought by Huang Wutian, he was chic and free.

"Mo Xiaochuan, you are also the master of the first hall, can you just dodge around like a mouse?" Huang Wutian saw that he was attacking so fiercely, but he didn't even touch the corner of Mo Xiaochuan's clothes, and he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry.

"So what, you can't even touch the corner of my clothes, and you're embarrassed to say it. Mo Xiaochuan said disdainfully.

"Hmph, really? How about you try this trick?" said Huang Wutian hatefully. "The pear blossoms are falling in the rain. ”

A little cold light is like a star, and the wind is howling and life and death are true. A single shot stabs out thousands of wisps, and wisps can entangle thousands of souls.

"Okay," Mo Xiaochuan exclaimed. In his hand, Mo Xuan transformed into a canopy, blocking Huang Wutian's spear out of the canopy one by one.

"Next, try my trick: 'The autumn wind is full of flowers. ’”

As soon as Huang Wutian's spear stopped, Mo Xiaochuan's sword momentum was like a depression in the sky, the wind rose and the flowers were remnant, the world was barren, and the universe was withered. Thousands of weather, straight to the emperor Wutian.

"Holy light gunshot, protection. Huang Wutian's face was calm, and a spear danced in the Eight Desolations. The three hundred and sixty-five sword qi that Mo Xiaochuan slashed out took one by one.

When Huang Wutian took over Mo Xiaochuan's last sword qi, the moves were old and the new power was not yet behind. Mo Xiaochuan Mo Xuan put it in his left hand, and pinched a trick with his right hand: "Heavenly Machines Trap the Dragon." ”

The true yuan in his hand condensed into silk, grew gracefully, and wrapped towards Huang Wutian.

Huang Wutian's eyes froze, and he shouted "up". I saw that behind him, ten Holy Light wings suddenly grew, and the ten wings flapped at the same time, and the Emperor Wutian flew towards the sky like a rocket.

"Hey, I just remembered to run at this time, don't you think it's too late?" Mo Xiaochuan twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a playful smile.

"Go. ”

With Mo Xiaochuan's low shout, the True Yuan Heavenly Machine in his hand trapped the dragon, and chased after him at the speed of the wind. In an instant, he reached the bottom of Huang Wutian, and a turn wrapped around Huang Wutian's feet and went up along his feet. At this speed, it won't be long before Huang Wutian will be tied into a human-shaped big zongzi.

"The blade of holy light, the flame burns nothing. Huang Wutian chuckled in his heart, turned the head of the spear, and stabbed towards the Heavenly Trapped Dragon Binding that spread upward.

(End of chapter)