"Boom ......"

The dark sword shadow slammed into the blood-colored barrier, visible to the naked eye, a trace of a crack appeared on the blood-colored barrier, and then the crack instantly spread out, covering the entire blood-colored barrier.

With a muffled snort, Ye Minghui's face turned slightly pale, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Bastard, I didn't expect your hidden combat power to be so strong."

Mo Fan naturally caught a glimpse of the situation on Mo Chengfeng's side, and gritted his teeth. He knew that there was no way to fight Ye Minghui today, otherwise when Mo Chengfeng and the two were solved by the Tianyao team, he might not be able to run if he wanted to.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Ye Minghui with some hatred, quickly raised the Dark Mist Sword, and slashed down again, while yelling, "Break it for me!" ”

The speed at which Mo Fan raised his sword and slashed again was too fast, and Ye Minghui didn't have time to retreat, so he had to block the attack with the blade of the Blood Illusion.

The swords collided, and the huge physical impact was transmitted from the blade to the hand, Ye Minghui only felt a little numb in the tiger's mouth, but with Mo Fan's slash this time, Ye Minghui also took a few steps back, took a deep breath, and adjusted his physical state.

His eyes flashed with excitement at this moment, just now, when he mobilized the blood energy of his whole body and defended with all his strength, he felt that his realm fluctuated a little, how could this not make him excited, you must know that what he is missing now is the improvement of the realm!

"Hmph."

After this sword slash, Mo Fan did not pursue Ye Minghui with victory, but just snorted coldly at him, and turned his head to support Mo Chengfeng and the others.

However, for Ye Minghui, who finally has an eyebrow in the ascension realm, will he let him go for nothing like this? The answer, of course, is no.

"Bloody Chapter, Bloody Cut!"

Ye Minghui's eyes froze, the artistic conception of killing rippled, turning into a faint red mist enveloping Ye Minghui's body, he slashed out, no longer a shapeless blood-colored knife light, but like the knife shape of a bloody dream, turned into a light red translucent knife shadow, shot the past, blocking the road of Mo Fan to meet Mo Chengfeng and Mo Xue.

"Bang~"

The shadow of the Blood Dream Knife suddenly exploded in midair, turning into small knife shadows the size of thumbs.

"What."

Mo Fan was startled, his body stopped suddenly, the lines on the black battle Kai suddenly turned black, and the stripes flew out of Kai, staggering and crossing in front of him like a fishing net, forming a black net shield.

The small shadows of the Blood Cutter slammed into the black net shield, causing one small explosion after another, just like the firecrackers that rang out during the Chinese New Year.

With one bloody move, the black net shield also collapsed, Mo Fan's face was slightly ugly, but the next moment, he didn't have the heart to think about anything else, because Ye Minghui had already dodged and came to a distance of almost one meter in front of him, and for their strength, one meter was almost no different from face to face.

"Difficult guy."

Mo Fan gritted his teeth, his heart was extremely resentful, he moved under his feet, retreated backwards, dodged Ye Minghui who suddenly rushed in front of him, but in his hand was dancing the dark mist sword, the sword body brought out the afterimage, and finally all the afterimages coincided, rotated, and almost turned into a black vortex more than two meters wide, choosing people to devour.

"The meaning of my sword, the vortex of sword devouring!"

Mo Fan didn't retreat, but rushed towards Ye Minghui.

"It's ...... The artistic conception of the sword! ”

Ye Minghui only felt that this black vortex was constantly expanding, expanding, and expanding again in his eyes. In an instant, it was already the size of a building, and a thought suddenly appeared in my heart, 'I can't dodge this attack'.

With a cold snort, the killing artistic conception was released without reservation, and Ye Minghui's brain was violently rushed by this killing artistic conception, and the tyranny in his eyes flashed away, detached from the incidental illusionary influence of Mo Fan's attack.

Although the vortex is fierce and fierce, take one point, that is, the midpoint of the black vortex.

Ye Minghui had also been tempered by a lot of battles in his previous life, and he deeply understood this truth. This time, Ye Minghui not only used the Scarlet Dawn to attack the center of the black vortex, but when he performed this move, his mind also divided his mind to feel the whole process from the release to the end of this move.

The night will eventually pass, and the longing and reluctance will dissipate at this moment, and the bloody dawn will soon shine on the path of the dead!

In his mind, the note about this trick flashed away, and Ye Minghui had a flash of inspiration in his mind, as if he had grasped something, but he felt that he had not grasped anything.

"Boom~"

The collision between the Sword Devouring Vortex and the Scarlet Dawn made Ye Minghui's mind shake and come back to his senses, but this move did not weaken because of his slight loss of consciousness, on the contrary, the effect of this move was beyond Ye Minghui's expectations.

He was only shocked by the impact of this collision and took two steps back, and the qi and blood in his chest were a little churning, but Mo Fan on the opposite side took three or four steps back one after another, and even spit out a mouthful of bright red blood from his mouth.

In this collision, it is clear at a glance who is superior and who is inferior.

"This, how is it possible, your strength was one line lower than me just now, how can you be stronger than me in the blink of an eye."

Mo Fan's black eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it. In fact, how did he know that this move was just an extraordinary performance caused by Ye Minghui's move in the bloody dawn, and now he is actually one line lower than Mo Fan.

Where would Ye Minghui answer him, all he was thinking about now was the flash of aura just now, but although he thought in his mind, his body was still acting, rushing to kill Mo Fan, using two purposes, although it was difficult for Ye Minghui, it was no problem in a short time.

"It can't be, this can't be. Ye Minghui, you must die! Ten Slashes of Dark Mist! ”

Mo Fan said in fragments, looking at Ye Minghui's gaze full of coldness and ...... With a hint of fear, he quickly swung the Dark Mist Sword, and the two Dark Sword Mist Slashes that were more than a meter long and had a palm wide were slashed out almost at the same time, forming a cross shape, flying towards Ye Minghui and killing the past, where the Dark Mist Ten Slashes passed, there was darkness, and it seemed that the light was swallowed by this move.

Ye Minghui understood that the artistic conception of the sword that Mo Fan comprehended must be related to 'devouring', but this thought only appeared for a moment before he left it behind, and while thinking about the words of the bloody dawn, he rushed forward and greeted it, and the bloody dawn came out again.

Ye Minghui plans to understand this trick first and then talk about other tricks, so naturally he has to use this trick more against the enemy, the more he uses it, the more familiar he is, and the easier it will be to understand.