"There you are!"

Mo Tianxie gripped the hilt of the Covered Rain Sword with both hands, raised his head, and looked up at the sky.

He didn't know how Huo Yuan really went up, he was able to rise dozens of zhang high, such a height, coupled with the eyes of the Buddha's shining light just now, it really wouldn't make people think that he was above the sky.

Obviously, there was no name in the field who noticed Huo Yuanzhen's whereabouts, and Dongfang Shaobai, and he was the third to notice it.

However, he only noticed it because he felt the powerful oppressive force above, not like the other two, they noticed it after Huo Yuanzhen took off.

This is a feeling of the sky falling, Mo Tianxie felt, the sky above his head was pressed against him, as if he was going to crush his body, to crush his bones, and his legs couldn't help bending.

The rain sword in his hand had become wet, the hilt was covered with his own sweat, his hands were clenched tightly, and his raised head was slightly lowered.

He didn't know why this monk was so powerful, and he didn't know what kind of palm technique it was.

I thought that the previous palm was the strongest blow, but I didn't expect that there was a stronger one that was not used.

It seems that Yijie is planning to decide the winner with one blow.

This top-down palm is obviously Yijie's last trick, and it is also the basis for him to accept his challenge calmly.

Block this blow, Mo Tianxie won, if he can't resist it, then he is the shameful loser, and he is a congenital perfection to challenge a non-consummation, and the result is lost, I am afraid that from now on I will not have the face to continue to see people on the rivers and lakes.

At this time, Mo Tianxie did not plan to dodge anymore, although he could feel that the power of Yijie's final blow was even more powerful than the previous two palms, but Mo Tianxie was not without a trick.

The scattered sword rain has a huge coverage area, that is, one turns into ten, and ten turns into hundred. Hundreds of thousands of tricks, but if you do the opposite, ten million swords will be turned into one sword again, and it will also burst out with the strongest lethality, in terms of lethality, this is the strongest blow, and it is also the trick of Mo Tianxie to press the bottom of the box.

In the sky, Yijie assumed a posture with his head and feet. Place your palms together in front of your chest. With his eyes slightly closed, he just began to swoop down.

In such a free-fall position, it is obvious that the intention is to decide the winner with one blow. Mo Tianxie's eyes also burned with a raging battle intent.

"Amazing, amazing!

Mo Tianxie is a genius, a real genius. Surpassing Ding Fuji is his ideal, and he has been working hard for this goal.

His two senior sisters, one Li Qinghua and one Dongfang Qing, although he is not sure to beat anyone now, he always believes that one day, the two senior sisters will be left behind by him, and only he Mo Tianxie is the first in the future. It will always be remembered by the world!

He has a heart to be strong, he has all the external conditions to be strong, and he is never afraid of fighting, especially real battles.

Originally, I thought it would be an easy thing this time, but I didn't expect that Yijie was unexpectedly strong, so strong that he had the ability to hurt Mo Tianxie.

In the face of the threat of Yijie, the arrogance in Mo Tianxie's bones was also ignited. He knew that if he dodged Yijie's attack again today, he was afraid that he would not be able to advance an inch in the future, and even if he won, he would live in the shadow of Yijie.

Therefore, Mo Tianye held the sword in his hand with both hands. Slowly lifted up.

"Master!"

Mo Tianxie read it in his mouth, his master. It was the first beauty of a hundred years ago.

"Master, at the beginning, you gave the disciple this rain sword and a set of rain covering sword techniques, and now the disciple has finally comprehended the rain sword to the fullest, and cut off the relationship between father and daughter, and only then has he entered the congenital consummation. ”...,

"You have always been irresponsible with your disciples, and you have never really taught your disciples anything, and you think that my two senior sisters are better than me, and the disciples are not convinced, and they have always been unconvinced!"

Looking at the ring that fell from the sky and was getting closer and closer, Mo Tianxie did not start it immediately, but continued to slowly raise his sword, complaining to Ran Dongye in his mouth.

"Now the disciple will let you see if the three apprentices you look down on the most are as useless as you imagined, and this precept in front of you is the touchstone of the disciple!"

Both hands had already raised the rain sword above his head, Mo Tianxie suddenly roared, the raised sword slashed down, and then suddenly went up again, and the whole person also rose into the air with the upward momentum of this sword, from the bottom to the top with a rainbow that crossed the sky, and went straight to the ring that fell from the sky to meet it.

All of them looked up at the two figures rapidly approaching in the air.

Mo Tianxie's eyes were already red, he felt the pressure of Yijie, knowing that this time it was dangerous, and finally used the strongest blow in his life, vowing to meet with Yijie.

And Huo Yuanzhen also felt that Mo Tianxie was coming up at this time.

"This is the final blow, Mo Tianxie!"

Huo Yuanzhen's heart was empty, his folded hands turned into one palm standing on his chest, and the other hand was gently opened and slowly pushed out!

The originally calm sky suddenly changed suddenly, and Huo Yuanzhen's palm actually brought up an endless wind!

The golden handprint, the golden handprint that had just disappeared, appeared again, and it appeared in a posture that was several times magnified than just now!

Tarzan is at the top, probably like this!

As Huo Yuanzhen rolled out with one palm, the golden big handprint drove the sound of thunder, smashing towards the top of Mo Tianxie's head like lightning!

But Mo Tianxie was not ambiguous, things had already been expected by him, the last blow of Yijie was absolutely unusual, Mo Tianxie's accumulated battle intent was completely ignited at this moment, and the rain-covered sword was completely raised, and it was a cold light on Huo Yuanzhen's chest!

Like a meteor in the night, dragging a long tail, Mo Tianxie's sword shot like lightning, heading straight for the center of Huo Yuanzhen's golden handprint.

The big mudra and the cold star-like sword light collided together, but it didn't make any noise strangely, and the cold star seemed to pass through the center of the big handprint and went straight to Huo Yuanzhen's chest.

And Huo Yuanzhen's big handprint was not destroyed by the cold star, and it still rumbled towards the top of Mo Tianxie's head.

No one expected such a result!

"Smack!"

After an earth-shattering bang, the big handprint slammed to the ground.

The already pitted ground was slapped into powder by this palm, and a huge handprint was like a crater of destruction, like a strange wheat field circle, like the footprints of a snowman in the deep mountains, and it was so big that the thorns slapped on the ground, forming a mark of several zhang square.

And in the center of this handprint, Mo Tianxie was lying there with his back facing the sky, his gray hair and beard were all glued together with blood, and blood foam continued to overflow from his mouth, seeing that the injury was not light.

"Win!"

When the Shaolin monks saw Mo Tianxie's situation, they immediately shouted with joy, the abbot is so amazing, he actually defeated a congenital consummation!

"Don't rejoice too soon, not yet. ”

Nameless suddenly said a word, which made the people around him stop talking for a moment.

Looking up at the sky, a little cold light was disappearing from view, as if it had turned into a star outside the sky.

On the way of the cold light, it was Huo Yuanzhen's body.

The cold light flew away, proving that it had penetrated Huo Yuanzhen's chest.

A blood-colored flower bloomed in the air, and the place where the flower bloomed was Huo Yuanzhen's chest. ...,

Mo Tianxie was slapped from the sky by his palm, and he was seriously injured when he smashed back to the ground, but Huo Yuanzhen did not please from this blow, and Mo Tianxie's last sword also pierced his chest.

Blood was left from his mouth, and Huo Yuanzhen was a little confused.

It's still a little worse in the end!

If it weren't for his desperate fighting style and Mo Tianxie's death, if it weren't for Mo Tianxie being a sect leader and a good-looking person, if he had changed to another congenital consummation, then the result of the battle would probably not be like this.

As long as the other party is more patient, more steady, and relies on his superior internal strength to fight with himself, then the person who loses in the end must be himself, that's for sure.

But the world is so impermanent, his own skills are weaker than Mo Tianxie, but in exchange for this result of losing both sides, if you really count it, you should actually count yourself as winning.

The body that was hit by Mo Tianxie's chest-piercing sword paused in the air, and Huo Yuanzhen fell from the sky.

The Shaolin disciples exclaimed, and many people were about to step forward to catch the abbot.

"Don't go over, everybody!"

Nameless decisively stopped the person who wanted to catch Huo Yuanzhen, he knew that this was the time to really divide the victory and defeat, and he must let Huo Yuanzhen fall from the sky, no matter what his result was, it would not be worse than Mo Tianxie.

As long as Huo Yuanzhen still has a little consciousness, as long as he can still speak or move, then Huo Yuanzhen will win this battle.

Nameless knew this very well, so he organized the Shaolin disciples who wanted to do it, and watched Huo Yuanzhen fall from the sky and fall heavily to the ground.

Mo Tianxie couldn't move anymore, he couldn't even speak, he lay there motionless, his eyelids and lips trembling.

At this time, people's eyes were focused on Huo Yuanzhen.

Ning Wanjun covered her mouth even more, tears flowed down her face, and she couldn't wait to see how Huo Yuanzhen was doing, but Luo Caiyi was older than her, so she didn't let her act rashly.

Huo Yuanzhen's eyelashes trembled twice, and he slowly opened his eyes.

His fingers twitched a few times, and he raised them slightly.

His left hand pointed to the last picture of the Blood Demon that was placed on the chair on Mo Tianxie's side, and his right hand pointed to the hat he had placed on the chair.

Huo Yuanzhen opened his mouth softly and muttered: "Put away these things for me, I won!"

After finishing speaking, his head was tilted, and Huo Yuanzhen also fainted.