Both sides can't wait to press each other to the ground to death within one blow, and they will never be able to turn over!

"Moon Cutting Technique!"

"Fire God Sky Thunder!"

Both sides have resorted to tricks.

Jin Jiuxiao's deep voice echoed in the huge white bone hall, and the deity also appeared at the door.

He didn't hide anymore.

It's because Mo Yan's cultivation has far exceeded his expectations, and he has reached the Purple Mansion stage, which is only a small realm lower than himself!

Jin Jiuxiao himself is, the cultivation of the Great Perfection Realm of the Purple Mansion Period, only half a step away from the Yuanwu Stage!

But this half-step is close to the end of the world.

If there is no big opportunity, he may stop here in this life, and it is impossible to advance again. After all, he was almost forty years old. The older you get, the more difficult it is to break through this big barrier.

But Mo Yan is different, Mo Yan is just eighteen years old!

Eighteen years old!

is like a middle-aged man who is almost forty years old, and he can tie the game, no matter what he is!

What a terrible thing that is!

Jin Jiuxiao's heart was already in turmoil.

God knows how much he regretted it, thirteen years ago, he didn't just pinch the five-year-old child locked in the dark room to death.

That failed training is also a shame!

Thunder ......

Jin Jiuxiao had never heard of this exercise.

It's horrible.

His sonic attack was directly torn and devoured by the fire-like blue and purple divine thunder and lightning tongue three times in a row, leaving nothing behind.

This has never happened in the last forty years!

Even when he used to compete with Tang Qing, Zikun, and Yu Yingfeng in the Purple Mansion Period, he had never fallen into such a passive situation.

So.

Jin Jiuxiao appeared directly and used a trick - the technique of cutting the moon.

He has a crystal ball.

It is the color of the bright moon.

Can be used for divination.

But this crystal ball, even more powerful, is that when divination, it absorbs the power of other people's life and fortune, quietly stores it, and then uses it for itself when fighting.

"Click".

The crystal ball, like a split moon, suddenly burst out with extremely powerful power, surging and roaring, heading towards Zi Qianmo's front door.

"Little Momo!"

Mo Yan exclaimed, "Jin Jiuxiao, you are too despicable!" ”

It's clearly fighting yourself.

One.

But suddenly, he killed Ziqian Mo!

I thought that this moon-cutting technique was coming at me, but it didn't!

"Despicable? Scold. Jin Jiuxiao chuckled, the porcelain blue studs, in this dark hall of white bones, refracted a strange light, just like his somewhat distorted handsome face, "What is it a child who has just come of age, adults call this, it's called strategy, understand?" ”

Mo Yan frowned.

He hated Jin Jiuxiao's arrogant and condescending attitude very much.

Just like thirteen years ago.

Nothing has changed.

At that time, the "godfather" was always so full of superiority, and he was "educated" in various ways, in a posture of a ruler, in a vain attempt to inform his spiritual soul, brainwash him, and try to destroy him!

"I'm sorry, your strategy is too low-level."

Zi Qianmo's face was extremely cold.

The sound is colder.

Such as extremely low 10,000-year-old glaciers.

"Heavenly Demon Puppetry!"

The index and middle fingers of the right hand lay between the upturned nose and the red cherry lips.