On the top of the mountains, the sword god Guo Ziming was radiant and arrogant. After slaying the dragon with one move, Guo Ziming became even more arrogant.

"Mo Shaofeng, I heard that you killed the Nine Demon Venerable in the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, I don't believe it a little!" Guo Ziming didn't believe that a Quadruple Heavenly Martial Saint could kill a half-step Martial Emperor.

"If you don't believe me, then keep your eyes open and look good. Mo Shaofeng stretched out his hand, and a black flame appeared, jumping and burning, transforming into a knife, a sword, and a giant axe.

"Nine Nether Fires!"

Guo Ziming was taken aback, only the Nine Demon Venerable in the world had cultivated the Nine Nether Fire, and now, appearing in Mo Shaofeng's hands, there was only one possibility, that is, the martial soul of the Nine Demon Venerable was devoured by him.

Guo Ziming was terrified in his heart, even the Nine Demon Venerables were killed by him, I wouldn't follow in his footsteps! Why am I afraid?

Five hundred years ago, I was greedy for life and afraid of death, and ran away from Razor. Five hundred years later, will it have to run again? I'm the world's most famous sword god!

Five hundred years ago, I ran away, a lifetime of shame. If you run now, you won't have the face to see anyone. No matter what, I can't run anymore, I am a sword god, and I must die with dignity and backbone.

"Mo Shaofeng, in the battle between you and me, only one person can live. Sword God Guo Ziming shouted loudly and cheered himself on.

"Whoever runs is the turtle king bastard, come on, fight to the death. The Nine Nether Flame in Mo Shaofeng's hand flickered slightly, turning into a spear.

Nine Crystal Flame Guns!

Kill!

The sword god Guo Ziming's face was hideous, and he brandished his sword and killed him.

One shot to break the sky!

Mo Shaofeng soared into the sky, wielding the Nine Shadows Crystal Flame Spear and fighting. A Quadruple Heavenly Martial Saint and a Half-Step Martial Emperor, the peak duel, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the wind and clouds changed color.

Qinglian Sword Immortal Shangguan Condensation did not participate in the war, but took advantage of the fisherman. When Mo Shaofeng and Guo Ziming are both defeated, she can go over to collect the body.

Shangguan Ning remained silent, looking for an opportunity to sneak attack Mo Shaofeng.

Kill!

The sword god Guo Ziming screamed fiercely, and the sword in his hand swung continuously, slashing and killing the other party. The Nine Nether Crystal Flame Spear in Mo Shaofeng's hand waved lightly, releasing the Nine Nether Flame and attacking Guo Ziming.

The two fought hard and were evenly matched.

"Slash the sky with a sword!" Guo Ziming shouted and slashed down with his sword. A sword bolt tore through the sky, splitting a mountain peak in half.

Mo Shaofeng relied on the teleportation technique to avoid the earth-shattering sword technique.

"A sword breaks through the sky!" Guo Ziming was ruthless, and it was another earth-shattering swordsmanship. Mo Shaofeng repeated his old tricks, relying on the teleportation technique to avoid the thunderous blow.

Mo Shaofeng sneered: "Although your swordsmanship is infinitely powerful, it is not fast enough to hurt me." ”

"Bastard, ten thousand swords pierce the heart!" Guo Ziming rose into the sky, and the sword in his hand flew out, instantly turning into a flying sword in the sky. Tens of thousands of flying swords roared down, besieging Mo Shaofeng on all sides.

Nine Dragons Protector Magic!

Mo Shaofeng shouted violently, the golden light on his body shone, and nine five-clawed golden dragons appeared. Tens of thousands of flying swords surrounded on all sides, constantly assassinating Mo Shaofeng.

Mo Shaofeng didn't move at all, no matter how the flying sword attacked, he couldn't break through the defense of the body protection divine skill. Guo Ziming's ultimate ultimate, Ten Thousand Swords Piercing the Heart, can kill the Four Heavenly Martial Saints in seconds, but it can't hurt Mo Shaofeng.

"Damn, what is the name of this kid's cultivation of body protection skills, and why are there nine five-clawed golden dragons?" Guo Ziming gritted his teeth, his heart was on fire.

"It's over, Nine Dragons Flying in the Sky!" Mo Shaofeng stretched out his hand, and nine five-clawed golden dragons rushed over, instantly surrounding Guo Ziming's body.

Yes!

With a scream, Guo Ziming was struck by thunder, and his whole body was scarred and bleeding.

"Poof!"

Guo Ziming spat blood from his mouth and flew out. A generation of sword gods, half-step martial emperors, was defeated by Mo Shaofeng with one move.

"Why do I lose?" Guo Ziming was unwilling to fail. The half-step Martial Emperor lost to the Quadruple Heavenly Martial Saint, a little ashamed!

Under normal circumstances, a half-step Martial Emperor can kill the Fourfold Heavenly Martial Saint with one finger, why is it different today?

Mo Shaofeng said with emotion: "From the moment you appeared, you were destined to lose. ”

"No, I'm a sword god, I'm a half-step martial emperor, I won't lose. "Sword God Guo Ziming laughed at himself for a while, five hundred years ago I lost in Leize, I was greedy for life and afraid of death, abandoned my comrades-in-arms, and fled for my life alone.

If I hadn't fled alone at that time, maybe Guan Changtian wouldn't have been eaten by the Thunder Dragon.

Five hundred years later, if I run again, the next person to die will be Shangguan Ningrou.

Running away is a matter for the weak, I am a sword god, I am a strong man in the world, I will not run again, fight to the end, even if I have my last breath left, I have to prove that I am not a coward.

I'm not a coward, I'm a strong man, I'm a big hero!

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!" Guo Ziming raised the sky with one hand, and ten thousand flying swords gathered together and turned into a sword dragon. The hundred-meter-long stegosaurus opened its teeth and danced its claws, and the dragon's chant shook the sky, and the momentum was huge.

I, Guo Ziming, have been in retreat and practiced for 500 years, and I am proud of the ultimate trick, ten thousand swords return to the sect, if I don't kill the enemy today, I will kill myself to thank the world!

Ten thousand swords return to the sect, ten thousand swords and dragons sing!

Roar!

The heaven-shaking dragon roared, resounding through the eight wildernesses. The hundred-meter-long stegosaurus roared and rushed over.

"Breaking God Fist!" Mo Shaofeng didn't dare to pretend to be forced, because the other party was going to fight hard.

Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect is much more powerful than Ten Thousand Swords piercing the heart. Sword God Guo Ziming's ultimate trick of cultivating for five hundred years is earth-shattering and not so easy to deal with.

The power of the Breaking God Fist to destroy the heavens and the earth slammed into the stegosaurus, playing a blocking role. The head of the stegosaurus was hit hard, and many flying swords shattered.

The Divine Breaking Fist can kill the dragon in an instant, but it can't destroy the stegosaurus.

Oh!

The hundred-meter-long stegosaurus roared and rushed over.

Immortal Vajra Body!

Mo Shaofeng directly used his body to resist the attack of the stegosaurus. The hundred-meter-long stegosaurus slammed into the body, and the feeling was like a thousand arrows piercing the heart, and it was painful.

Mo Shaofeng's whole body shone with golden light, and the surface of his body was covered with a layer of diamond, blocking the attack power of the stegosaurus. The hundred-meter-long stegosaurus crashed into Mo Shaofeng's air, shattering a big mountain.

Mountains cracked, rocks rained. Mo Shaofeng was buried alive by the broken stone.

"Haha, dead, finally dead, no one can stop my Ten Thousand Swords Guizong, even if you are the Martial Emperor, you have to lose a layer of skin. ”

Sword God Guo Ziming laughed, extremely proud, killed Mo Shaofeng, I am the number one hero in the world.

"Immortal Vajra Fist!"

The space cracked, and a figure came out and punched Guo Ziming away.

"Poof!"

Guo Ziming vomited blood from his mouth and flew out, just like a stone that was abandoned by someone, he fell to the ground and did not move.

Qinglian Sword Immortal Shangguan Condensing Fat Flower lost his complexion, if the Sword God died, my Sword Immortal would be unlucky. Guo Ziming, you are a half-step martial emperor! You shouldn't die so easily.

"Guo Ziming, what you promised me can't just end like this. Even if he wants to die, he will die with Mo Shaofeng. ”

Shangguan Ningzhi's face was hideous, not only did he not worry about Guo Ziming's life or death, but instead stimulated him and asked him to continue to work hard for himself. ...... If you have been to my mother's bed, you are my mother's man, my man, and you will die for me.

Mo Shaofeng glanced at her, and his heart was furious, this slut is the same as Shangguan Wan'er, who treats men as slaves and tools.

For the sake of his own interests, selling his body and seducing men is a crime that deserves death.