The moment the footsteps stopped, both of them burst out again.

Whether it was Mo Li, whose leg bones had been cracked, or Bai Qianleng, whose chest was still being invaded by sword intent, it seemed that he couldn't detect the pain at all, and the fiery color on the faces of the two made everyone quite amazed.

Under such a terrifying and dangerous battle, the two of them still showed such a demeanor.

The two figures approached rapidly, and in the midst of countless glances, they collided together.

The Soul Devouring Sword carried the boundless slash, and Bai Qianleng raised his left hand, and he actually held it directly towards the Soul Devouring Sword.

Even with the protection of the Golden Crow Battle Armor, Bai Qianleng's approach still made everyone's eyelids jump wildly, especially the people of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, who were even more worried.

Sword intent is the sharpest force in the world, it can cut everything, even the golden crow battle armor is not hard in front of the sword intent, which can be seen from the scene where Bai Qianleng's chest is still bleeding at this time.

Bite!

The Soul Eater Sword was hindered by the Golden Crow Armor, which slowed down the descent slightly, but it continued to advance.

"Senior brother!"

The disciples of the Wind Thunder Pavilion below couldn't help but exclaim, if they were allowed to be cut down by the Spirit Devouring Sword, that hundred thousand cold left hand would be useless.

"Stop me!"

Hundreds of thousands of cold roars, the power of life and death burst out like never before, and the true fire of the sun also surged up continuously.

The Spirit Devouring Sword slashed into Bai Qianleng's palm, but it finally stopped in front of that force.

The sword intent is very strong, but it also requires Mo Li's own strength to cooperate in order to fully exert its power. Now Mo Li's realm is too low, and he can't fully exert the true power of sword intent at all.

Rao was like this, Bai Qianleng's left hand was already soaked with blood, the meridians and flesh were completely destroyed by this sword, and the severe pain invaded his brain.

"The Golden Crow Shakes the Earth!"

With a cold snort in his heart, Bai Qianleng raised his right hand high, and then grabbed it fiercely.

The spiritual power was frantically condensed, and Bai Qianleng's right hand was like a real golden crow's foot at this time, and an extremely amazing aura followed his right claw towards Mo Li's chest.

In the face of a fierce and powerful aura, everyone changed color, even the many older generation powerhouses who were watching this battle outside the light curtain were extremely moved. This level of offensive is difficult for even some people in the Nirvana Realm to bear.

Mo Li's face changed slightly, and he wanted to retrieve the Soul Devouring Sword, but found that the Soul Devouring Sword was as difficult to move as if it was caught in iron tongs.

His face was ruthless, and he left his left hand to seal with one hand.

Spiritual power, soul power, and qi and blood power fused together again, and a cyan handprint and an earthy yellow handprint appeared, and in the next moment, they fused together as a matter of course, and powerful fluctuations emanated from this imprint.

"Civil Seal!"

With an angry shout, Mo Li pushed his left hand, and directly smashed the green and yellow handprint on the sharp claw.

Rumble!

At the moment of impact, a violent shockwave erupted.

In the midst of the raging shock wave, Mo Li directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was as white as a piece of paper, and it directly smashed into the ground like a cannonball, and continued to shoot towards the rear, pulling a deep trace on the ground of the arena.

Without sword intent, Mo Li's strength is still much worse than Bai Qianleng.

But Bai Qianleng was not happy, and that powerful fluctuation also directly bombarded his body, making his body also fly out upside down, and his face was pale.

Mo Li's body stopped and slowly stood up.

Bai Qian Leng used his spiritual power to forcibly stop his body, suspended in the air and panted slightly.

At this time, blood was still flowing from the corners of Mo Li's mouth, and blood was constantly oozing out from all parts of his body, and the bones of his body were broken in many places, and his appearance was quite miserable. And although Bai Qianleng looked much better than Mo Li, the people with vicious eyes fell on Bai Qianleng's lowered left hand.

Bai Qianleng's left hand, its interior has been almost completely destroyed, and it will take a long time to repair, that is to say, his left hand is useless in a short period of time, and Bai Qianleng's body has also suffered a lot of injuries, and the real situation is actually not much better than Mo Li.

The two fought so fiercely that everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Mo Li coughed lightly, slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and secretly sighed in his heart that he was ruthless and cruel to himself.

Under his sword intent, if he was a little careless, his left hand could be truly abolished, the kind that could not be restored no matter what means were used. It is impossible for Bai Qianleng not to know this, but he still uses this kind of lose-lose method, without caring about himself, just to be able to defeat Mo Li.

However, it seems that Bai Qianleng's approach is still useful, at least Mo Li's current injury does look more serious than him.

But only the middle-aged man from Tianji Pavilion shook his head slightly, as if he didn't agree with Bai Qianleng's approach. Because ordinary people don't know that the strength of the sword intent lies not in its destructive power, but in its continuous power.

The sword intent is eternal, and those who have the sword intent will not be damaged by the Dao heart, and the sword intent will not be destroyed.

But every monk's spiritual power, the power of qi and blood, and the power of life and death are exhausted.

In order to seriously injure Mo Li, Bai Qianleng just forcibly blocked Mo Li's sword head-on with the power of life and death, at the cost of the temporary cripple of his left hand and the huge consumption of his life and death power.

The consumption of the power of life and death will only accelerate the time of defeat of hundreds of thousands.

It's just that what makes the middle-aged monk a little uncertain is that if Mo Li wants to resist the attack of Bai Qian Leng at this time, he can only make the strength merge, and this consumption is also extremely huge, I don't know how long Mo Li can last.

Mo Li is also very aware of this, but he is not worried.

Without any warning, the two people who were far away dragged their broken bodies and suddenly shot towards each other.

Even with the severe injuries here, the speed of the two is almost impossible to see, and there is only a few meters left in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, an extremely powerful spiritual power suddenly burst out from Bai Qian's cold body, directly turning into hundreds of huge golden claws, suddenly grabbing from the sky, and there were continuous explosions in the air.

This claw is full of momentum, enough to destroy mountains and rocks.

What Mo Li did was very simple, he held the Spirit Devouring Sword and gently lifted it upward, and a fierce and incomparable Baizhang sword light rose into the sky. The sword light of Baizhang seemed to cut through the space, and before it was close, there were already more cracks on that claw.

The next moment, a claw and a sword collided violently.

The claws of the golden crow were cut in half, and there were more cracks on the sword light, and the powerful impact exploded from the air, and the two attacks dissipated invisibly.

The terrifying fluctuations swept away, and the people around couldn't help but retreat some distance again under that oppression, their eyes full of fear.

Bai Qianleng's right hand, which could only move, burst out from his waist and roared: "Great Day Battle Heavenly Fist!"

Endless power condensed on his fist, and a shrunken version of the sun smashed towards Mo Li with his fist, and there seemed to be a sound of shattering in the space.

Mo Li held the sword in both hands and slashed it angrily.

"Great dry sky!"

Airplanes!

The colorful colors shine on the Soul Devouring Sword, and the seven spiritual powers of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder are surging in the body of the Soul Devouring Sword, and the last form of the "Dry Heaven God Thunder Sword Technique" is displayed by Mo Li for the first time in the eyes of the world.

The astonishing seven-series spiritual power, the powerful aura that moved people, this seven-colored sword light swept through the space, and a dark black crack in the space became longer and longer as the sword light appeared.

No one paid attention to the spatial rift, and everyone was staring at the two attacks that gently collided together.

The great sun expanded, the colorful sword light vibrate, and the two bloomed with endless light, illuminating the entire arena.

The aura of terror emanates between the two, making people tremble.

However, this terrifying collision aura did not have any effect on the two of them, and under the endless light, the bodies of the two collided violently.

Bang!

Ding!

One fist after another smashed on Mo Li's body, and wisps of sword light slashed on top of the Golden Crow Battle Armor.

Blood spilled from the sky, and the breath of the two gradually withered, but the fighting spirit was unprecedentedly high.

In the skies, the two men exchanged dozens of rounds in a very short period of time. The tragedy shocked everyone, but his heart was faintly restless, and his nose suddenly became sour for some reason.

Under the colorful light, those two figures that fought against each other regardless of life and death were deeply engraved in everyone's minds at this time, and they will never be forgotten.

But in this case, no one can see what the outcome of this confrontation between the two will be.

The tragic battle completely entered the white heat, and every sword and punch hit the two of them without any mercy, and the terrifying power also had no room to explode on the two of them.

The attack speed of the two of them became slower and slower, and the time for each sword and punch to fall on the opposite body seemed to be getting longer and longer.

"They're tired......"

Such thoughts arose in the hearts of the people.

The bones on his body were dented everywhere, and the Golden Crow armor was full of cracks and his body had been pierced many times, and every blow at this time seemed to have to be swung with all his strength. But the attacks of the two fell on each other unswervingly and slowly.

"Young Sect Master!"

His eyes were red, and Lin Wu suddenly roared angrily.

"Senior brother!"

A disciple of the Wind Thunder Pavilion also roared angrily.

"Young Sect Master!"

"Senior brother!"

Many of the children of the Limeng and the Wind Thunder Pavilion could no longer describe their feelings in words at this time, and could only express their uneasiness and pride through constant roars.

That's right, proud.

Who can have such combat effectiveness, such will, and such a blood-boiling contagion.

There are only two people on the stage who seem to be running out of oil.

Rumble!

That sword light and the great sun finally exploded completely, and the terrifying power bombarded the two people nearby.

The bodies of the two did not resist at all, and they were violently blown away by this force and smashed to the ground.