"Lao Tzu punches you to the !! of the West"

The bloody roar rolled out in his throat, and Zhang Yifei, who was in a state of full explode, was mighty, the body of a three- or four-meter giant, full of wildness, ran wildly in a few steps, burst up, and his right fist was like sporadically cutting through the void, stirring up a violent wind to dance, like an angry beast letting out a roar, and hitting Mo Luoxu with unparalleled momentum.

Morozchi's body moved slightly, and his right foot took a step back, digging deep into the ice like a steel nail, and his body stood firmly. In the face of Zhang Yifei's powerful blow, he did not dodge or dodge, a crazy battle intent emerged in his scarlet eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be contemptuous, and his eyes suddenly became hideous, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out: "Okay, then I'll try the power of your punch!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and met the attack fiercely.

Zhang Yifei's iron fist slammed into his crossed arms like a shattered void......

"Bang~"

With a dull explosion, the tyrannical force surging and rolling, Morosch was like being hit by a speeding locomotive, like a cannonball flying backwards, and with a "boom" sound, an iceberg seven or eight meters high 100 meters away was instantly shattered, and he himself was buried under countless ice blocks.

And in the next second, the pile of ice exploded, and Morozch stood up unharmed.

Zhang Yifei was stunned for a while, the punch just now didn't release any water at all, and it hit the opponent solidly, but it didn't hurt the other party at all, which made him really a little unacceptable, and the body of the Blood Night Clan was too strong.

"It's not very powerful!" Morozch stretched out his hand and patted the ice slag that fell on his body, and said nonchalantly.

Zhang Yifei came back to his senses, stretched out his middle finger and shouted: "Don't pretend to be forced there, and wait until you get Lao Tzu down and then speak with such an attitude." ”

"Hey...... As you wish! Morozhe smiled coldly, and then approached strongly.

Zhang Yifei blinked his eyes, Mo Luoxu had come to the front, the speed was really fast, after being stunned, Zhang Yifei gritted his front teeth and brazenly confronted the enemy.

The wind is howling! Roar!

On one side was the body of a giant of three or four meters, and on the other side was an ordinary human-sized Blood Night Clan, the hand-to-hand combat between the two was fierce and shocking, the ice crumbled in their battle, and the terrifying sound of limb collision stirred the soul.

Jiang Haojun withdrew his gaze from Zhang Yifei and instead fell on the Blood Night Clan swordsman who was so quiet that it didn't seem to exist.

The dragon knife slowly came out of its sheath, and Sen Leng's battle intent surged out on itself: "It's our turn!" ”

"You use a knife?" The man's eagle eyes glanced at him faintly.

"Does this still need to be asked?"

Jiang Haojun licked his lips, his eyes were resolute, the dragon knife was finally unsheathed, and he crossed a half circle in the void, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at the ground, "The knife is in the people!" ”

The cold sword qi surged from the sword's body, and the dragon knife "buzzed" and let out bursts of low groans, like a beast roaring in a low voice before the battle.

"Good for a man with a sword, you are a swordsman, and I am a swordsman."

The eagle-eyed man slowly pulled out the long sword on his back, and his movements were natural, whether it was holding the sword or lifting the sword, it made people not feel that he was moving, no, to be precise, his movements could be seen clearly, but the brain felt that he had never moved, silently, and extremely ethereal.

A look of solemnity appeared in Jiang Haojun's eyes, and he asked, "Who are you?" ”

This kind of momentum, this kind of sword aura, this kind of ethereal feeling, is definitely not an ordinary person.

The eagle-eyed man said lightly: "My name is Moro Sword, and outsiders call me ...... Sword Emperor! ”

Sword...... The Sword Emperor?

A plain sentence was like a thunderbolt for Jiang Haojun, deafening, he never thought that he would meet the Sword Emperor who was at the top of the swordsman in this world in such a situation, which really shocked him.

However, shock to shock, Jiang Haojun still reacted quickly, and the whole person's temperament suddenly became hideous: "My name is Jiang Haojun, please remember this name." ”

"Why?" Mo Luo Jian frowned slightly and asked lightly.

"Because I'm going to defeat you and become the Emperor of the Swords, uh~"

A loud roar shook the audience, and Jiang Haojun, who looked crazy, stomped on the ground with both feet, shot into the air with an incomparable wild momentum, and then slashed down with a knife against the Moro sword.

"Roar~"

The sound of the dragon's chant shook the heavens and the earth, nearly five zhang long golden knife qi, bright like a long rainbow, like a thunder punishment, piercing the sky and falling straight down, wind and thunder, strong wind, sand and dust covering the sky.

The hair of the Moro sword danced, his face remained unchanged, the long sword waved, and a bright white sword light rose into the sky, sweeping through the space like thunder and lightning, and colliding with the golden sword qi.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering bang erupted, terrifying energy fluctuations swept across the heavens and the earth, and the invisible pressure surged out like angry waves, and where it passed, the space set off a circle of ripples, like a stone being thrown down on the surface of a calm lake.

After a long time, the energy that collided gradually dissipated, and finally returned to nothingness.

"The strength is strong, revealing a brute nature, the confrontation of pure strength should be difficult for you to meet the opponent, this is your advantage, but also your disadvantage, just like a sword, a good sword needs to have good flexibility, excessive strength is easy to break!" Moro Sword said calmly.

"Less nonsense!!"

Like a beast's roar rolling in its throat and exploding on the tip of its tongue, Jiang Haojun burst into flames and rushed, approaching the Moro Sword strongly, and the dragon knife in his hand brought out a terrifying wind to slash down against the Moro Sword.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

The Moro sword fought and retreated, and the long sword and the dragon sword collided sonorously, bursting out countless spark foam.

Jiang Haojun's momentum is like a rainbow, and his face is hideous; Moro Jian's aura was even, and although he was retreating, he was extremely calm and calm, and he didn't feel at all struggling because of Jiang Haojun's crazy attack.

"There are too many flaws!"

Moro Jian let out a sigh, dodged and dodged, dodging Jiang Haojun's dragon knife slash, and then, a sword slashed at Jiang Haojun's shoulder, "It's over!" ”

He was quite confident in his sword, although the shoulder was not a fatal part, as long as he was slashed by his sword, the entire shoulder would be cut off, and this meaningless battle would naturally end.

But at this moment, a big hand reached out, five fingers and one finger, and without hesitation, he held the long sword he had chopped off.

"Sting~"

Crimson blood then poured out of his palm and flowed down the blade.

Mo Luo Jian fixed his eyes, only met Jiang Haojun's crazy face, and chose to block his sword with his bare hands, and the madness of the other party deeply touched him. In his astonishment, Jiang Haojun smiled fiercely, and then let out a roar, and the dragon knife in his right hand brought out a fierce aura and slashed horizontally towards his neck.

Murderous intent! Swift as lightning!

(End of chapter)