Since Xu Yichen came to this world, there is one thing that makes him feel extremely strange every time he thinks about it, no matter what kind of dangerous place he is in, or how dangerous the situation is, he can always maintain an unexpectedly calm heart.

However, as long as Liu Xiaoxiao is involved, it will be different, even if it is a small matter, he will be extremely angry, last time he taught He Liang, if Liu Xiaoxiao was not involved, he might not have slapped him in the face in public, this time it was the same, even if he knew that Li Mo was deliberately provocative, but as long as there was a little bit of it that might hurt Liu Xiaoxiao, Xu Yichen couldn't let it happen.

Although Xu Yichen tried his best to restrain his anger, Li Mo could still detect his emotional changes from his expression.

Li Mo stopped speaking, he put the ancient long sword in his hand in front of him, and around the sword body, large and small ink marks appeared out of thin air, and they continued to converge on the sword body.

Xu Yichen had already finished building this world, and the wind whistled past him, not even bringing a trace of hair from his sideburns, but blowing Li Mo's clothes into a hunting sound, that is, Li Mo was a spiritual weapon, if it was an ordinary person, he would have been unable to stand for a long time and was blown into the air.

The huge raindrops poured down from the sky like a waterfall, falling on the ground with a "popping" sound, and similarly, such a downpour did not wet a piece of Xu Yichen's clothes, but drenched Li Mo's body.

There are constantly purple thunders in the sky, and every thunder resounded through the heavens and the earth, full of might.

Xu Yichen saw that Li Mo was constantly accumulating strength, and he looked like he would win or lose with one move.

Xu Yichen, who was already aroused, did not show weakness, he jumped forward, and with the assistance of the wind, the whole person came to the sky, and the long sword in his hand exuded dazzling red, blue, and purple light.

Xu Yichen was shining under the three-color light, like an immortal in charge of wind and rain, majestic and so majestic that people didn't dare to resist.

Li Mo's quaint long sword was already full of ink marks, and his right hand waved quickly, and the long sword made a sound of "brush, brush, brush!" in the heavy rain, as if he was writing with a sword, outlining something.

After a while, a long dragon drawn in ink appeared from under Li Mo's sword, this ink dragon is not like the previous things in the ink world, only has the shape of things, does not have the characteristics of things themselves, it not only has the shape of an ancient dragon, but also has the god of ancient dragons, not only has a terrifying dragon roar, but also can feel the dragon power it exudes between gestures.

Li Mo did not stop, he continued to wave the long sword, and gradually, the dragon scales and dragon claws on Mo Long's body became clearer, making the whole dragon more deterrent.

Xu Yichen was not idle, the long sword in his hand waved, the wind and clouds surged between heaven and earth, the wind, the rain, and the thunder and lightning all converged in front of Xu Yichen's body, and slowly, a long sword exactly the same as the long sword in Xu Yichen's hand was formed in the air, and the sword body gathered rainstorm on one side, and the sky thunder on the other, and the sword hilt was wrapped around the raging wind.

This long sword began to grow bigger and bigger as the wind, rain and thunder continued to converge, and in a moment, Xu Yichen looked extremely small in front of it.

Li Mo shouted, his hands tightly held the ancient long sword, the long sword dragged the dragon's dragon head, with Li Mo himself as the reason, after going around in a circle, he roared towards Xu Yichen, after the dragon left the long sword, it made a sound like thunder, and the momentum rushed towards Xu Yichen in the air like a mountain and a sea.

The giant sword above Xu Yichen's head is not expanding, under the effect of wind and rain and thunder, just from the appearance, this giant sword has the power to destroy the world.

Xu Yichen saw that the ink dragon drawn by Li Mo had already flown towards his side, and raised the long sword in his hand high in his right hand, and the giant sword in the sky seemed to have received an order, and began to adjust the position of the sword tip and the hilt, the tip of the sword was pointing downward, and the hilt was facing upward.

Xu Yichen jumped again, and the whole person merged into the giant long sword, and the giant long sword "swished" as if it had received the order to set off, like a brightly colored streamer, rushing straight towards the ink dragon with the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying.

The ink dragon circled upward, and the greatsword tilted downward.

In the blink of an eye, the two met in the air.

"Boom~~"

The collision between the two made a sound like a meteorite falling to the ground, and the resulting air wave stopped the torrential rain, curbed the strong wind, and eliminated the thunder and lightning, and the whole world, except for the ink dragon and the giant sword, Xu Yichen and Li Mo, there was no longer anything.

The giant sword stubbornly resisted the flame-like rays ejected by the ink dragon, and the two were frozen in the air, and it was difficult to distinguish between them for a while, and it was difficult to decide life and death.

The air around the giant sword and the ink dragon began to make a "crackling" sound, Xu Yichen and Li Mo's faces were as white as paper at this time, just from the appearance, they knew that the moves they used were quite spiritually consuming, and they would continue to consume spiritual power before the outcome was decided.

After a while, the world built by Xu Yichen began to shake, and cracks began to appear in the black curtain hanging on the sky, and as time passed, the cracks began to get bigger and bigger, and finally large pieces began to peel off from the black screen, the false world began to peel off, and the real world returned.

The people on the top of the Ten Thousand Mountains suddenly saw a crack appear in the place where Xu Yichen and Li Mo disappeared, and then the crack became bigger and bigger, and later, as if an eggshell was peeling off, small pieces of fragments fell out of the crack, and disappeared like melting ice and snow after falling on the ground.

The accompanying shocking sense of power and oppression, everyone present, whether it was Wang Rou and his party, or Lin Wanqing and his party, all of them were like facing a great enemy, beads of sweat of different sizes fell from their foreheads one after another, it was hard to imagine what kind of battle could produce such a sense of oppression.

Xu Yichen held the long sword, the sweat on his pale face couldn't stop flowing down, in terms of the consumption of spiritual power alone, he was definitely not Li Mo's opponent, but under such a stalemate, not only could he not use the auxiliary formation, but also could not retreat, once he retreated, the ink dragon would definitely open his bloody mouth and swallow him into it. This situation is described by an idiom, that is, it is difficult to ride a tiger.

Just when Xu Yichen was thinking about how to find a way to break the enemy before his spiritual power was exhausted, a weak and boneless jade hand held the hilt of the sword silently, and a figure like a fairy descending to earth appeared in front of him.

With a smile on her lips, she stopped Xu Yichen's mouth that was about to open with those long autumn eyes, Xu Yichen understood and focused all his attention on the long sword.

It is also strange that the appearance of the Sword Allure City did not add a trace of spiritual power to Xu Yichen, but it made the destructive power of the giant sword to a higher level.

Xu Yichen shouted, and the momentum on the giant sword suddenly rose a step, and the ink dragon began to show signs of being difficult to resist.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Mo poured out the spiritual power on his body, but despite this, he still couldn't stop the fall of the giant sword.

"Bang!"

The giant sword broke through the flames spit out by the ink dragon, and the tip of the sword instantly pierced into the giant dragon's head, and the ink dragon began to shatter from the head, as if the army was defeated like a mountain, and the entire body was shattered in less than two breaths.

When the giant dragon completely shattered, a violent explosion occurred, and Xu Yichen's giant sword also completely shattered at this moment.

But Xu Yichen's figure was not seen in the sky, and the next moment, Xu Yichen's figure suddenly appeared in front of Li Mo, he held the sword in his right hand, and let out an extremely loud shout in his mouth, stabbing a sword towards Li Mo's chest.

"Poof!"

As the long sword sank into Li Mo's chest, a crimson rose bloomed under Xu Yichen's sword, and Li Mo did not have the fear of death on his face at the moment, but a smile after relief.