There was a crisp sound of "pop", and there was a sound of wood cracking in the wind in the air, and the wood of the surface of the rolling rod in Miao Cuihua's hand was broken into countless pieces, revealing the dark material inside, like gold but not gold. Like a stone, not a stone.

The sky darkened, and a heavy coercion fell from the sky, as if in the depths of the distant starry sky, a huge meteorite was crashing towards the earth at an extreme speed.

This stick was originally made by Mo Fang, the first generation of the sect leader of Mingzong, with meteorite from outside the sky, and it took me a lot of years to finally come to fruition.

In the early years of Mingzong, it was also the most glorious years of Mingzong, and Mo Fang played the prestige of Mingzong for thousands of years.

The sentence "If you don't accept it, you will be convinced" has become an inscription of Mingzong for thousands of years, and it has also become the hidden fear of others for Mingzong and directly led to the collapse of Mingzong after a thousand years.

The stick is nameless, and the descendants take it from Mozambique.

At that time, the powerful Mingzong had countless treasures, but the holy relics were only Mo Fang.

The shadow of the stick fell from the sky, and the coercion shattered the Quartet.

Su Yan, who was sitting in the store, changed his complexion, and the tip of his index finger touched his thumb, flicking it lightly in the air.

There was a faint and inaudible sound, and neither Mai nor Miao Cuihua nor Yi Shengsheng noticed it, and an invisible ripple rippled in the air, as if a faint colorful butterfly flashed with its wings between Su Yan's fingers.

Only the knife sitting next to Su Yan glanced up at him.

One of the three paper butterflies in Su Yan's pocket was missing.

Qingchuan is a beautiful town, and he can't bear to see such a beautiful town in ruins in the battle.

Fang Wuhui faced this world-dominating stick, his face was solemn, but he was not surprised or happy in his heart.

When several super forces joined forces to kill Mingzong, the general altar of Mingzong was turned upside down, and Mingzong's legendary heavy treasure holy relic was not found.

In fact, he should have thought that Mingzong's heavy treasure should naturally be in the hands of Mingzong's only survivor.

Originally, I just wanted to come to life and death, but I didn't expect to meet the princess who had disappeared for many years in Mingzong, and also solved the headless case over the years, and now I have seen Mo Fang, too much I can't think of.

The most important thing is that Mo Fang appeared in the hands of a princess Mingzong who had not yet known her fate.

Fang Wuhui only felt that he was too right to come this time.

He has known his fate for many years, and has been hovering in front of the door.

My mind has changed a lot, and in reality it is a moment.

The stick shadow is less than a hundred feet above the ground.

The force squeezed the air to a terrifying density, and crackling sounds erupted in the air from time to time.

This is already the most powerful blow that Miao Cuihua can deliver with the help of Mo Fang now.

In the face of Xue Guangming's sword, this is undoubtedly the most correct choice and the only choice.

Of course, Fang Wuhui could see it.

With a loud roar, one after another blood-colored peaks rose from the ground, countless peaks were continuous, the tips of the mountains were like waves rising and falling, this was a sea, a blood-colored sea, Xue Guangming's blood sea that killed werewolves on the dark grassland was brought here by Fang Wuhui.

Meteorites fall from the sky, and the only place in the world that can accommodate it is the sea.

The meteorite enters the sea and hits the waves.

The sea kept tumbling and roaring, about to drown the meteorite.

The meteorite is constantly struggling and jumping, trying to break the sea and break through the earth.

The battle of meteorites and the sea,

Miao Cuihua and Fang Wuhui's contest.

The handsome son Shaofeng Lord and the pock-faced old man had already retreated, not because they were willing, but they couldn't intervene, although the pock-faced old man was also a half-step powerhouse, but Fang Wuhui was a real knower, the first worship of Sword Peak.

What's more, Xue Guangming's sword was in Fang Wuhui's hand, Fang Wuhui could fight against Mo Fang, and he could only retreat.

Everyone's minds are immersed in this battle,

No one noticed that the town that should have been reduced to powder in this battle was unharmed, and even the two guests who were eating noodles in the noodle restaurant did not leave, and Su Yan's noodles were also finished, and there was an empty bowl in front of him and Xiaodao.

Their eyes were watching the battle very seriously.

No matter how fierce or bloody the battle is, there are times when the winner is lost, and the tie is because both sides are afraid of death.

Miao Cuihua has never thought about life and death since she sacrificed Mo Fang.

So this battle will definitely be won or lost.

The people of Mingzong always say that they sacrifice Mo Fang, instead of swinging, hitting, and striking, which has a lot to do with Mo Fang's supreme position in Mingzong.

Miao Cuihua can't know her fate after all.

Gradually, the meteorite jumped more and more slowly, and each time it seemed to use a lot of force;

On the contrary, the sea of blood is getting more and more turbulent, and the waves are getting higher and higher.

Getting...... Wave...... (Uh, that's not right, it's too disrespectful to the Xue senior, Lord Xue, who wants to wash the light with a sword.) ）

Fang Wuhui's feet were like nails nailed to the ground, getting more and more stable.

Miao Cuihua's face on the opposite side became more and more pale, her hair was wet on her shoulders, and a bloodshot flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Anyone can see that Miao Cuihua's defeat has been revealed, no matter how desperately she tries her best to draw the strength in her body and reverently shout the name of Mingzong ancestor Mo Fang.

Defeat is only a matter of time.

Defeat meant death for Miao Cuihua.

The chic and indifferent Yi Shengsheng that Fang just said was like an ant on a hot pot at this time, and his eyes under the inverted eyebrows were full of anxiety, distress, anger, pleading and other emotions.

At this time, if anyone can save Miao Cuihua, he will repay him!

Miao Cuihua's footsteps are staggering more and more,

No miracles descended from the starry sky. Miracles come to earth.

The knife glanced at Su Yan, Su Yan nodded, and the knife pulled out the war knife that Su Yan bought for him recently, the blade was narrow and long, which was originally conducive to stabbing and other techniques, but the knife could only chop, like chopping wood, he didn't remember why this happened, because he forgot his previous memories, but it was his instinct.

Then, a knife light lit up from the inside of the noodle shop, like frost.

Unlike Fang Wuhui holding Xue Guangming's sword to draw the Heavenly Rainbow,

It's a knife, a simple knife, just like the smash that Miao Cuihua held Mo Fang, but the stick is called smashing, and the long knife can only be called chopping or chopping.

The knife is not Mofang, so it does not have that invincible might.

Xiao Dao doesn't know how to practice, and he doesn't have the aura of the snow mountain and the world, and now his meridians have even become a mess.

But his sword is still effective, and it can be applied to anyone, including cultivators and aliens;

Because this knife is his instinct, the only thing he can remember after losing his memory has created an incomparably brilliant achievement!

The meridians were messed up into a mess, but in fact, it was okay for him now, he had never practiced like others in the first place, and now he had returned to the best state before he fell into a coma.

It is precisely because I have no practice that I don't know how to mobilize the aura of heaven and earth.

The aura of heaven and earth did not fluctuate, and Mr. Fang, who was engrossed in the battle, naturally did not sense the knife.

I don't know why, the murderous aura on the knife after amnesia seems to be forgotten along with the memory.

The murderous aura was forgotten, but the knife was still there, so the knife came to the middle of the street, in the middle of the battle between the two sides.

When Fang Wuhui found out, the knife had already slashed at the crests of those waves in the Blood Sea, that is, the peaks of those mountain peaks.

Extreme speed brings incomparable sharpness,

With a thud, like a red-hot sharp knife cutting into solidified butter,

One of those countless crests was chopped off,

Then there was another knife, but this time the knife light flashed in front of him, and there was another sound,

Another wave was cut off

The sword light kept flashing, the sound of zizi kept ringing, and the waves kept disappearing.

Fang Wuhui was taken aback, and immediately became furious after not sensing the fluctuation of heaven and earth aura on Xiao Dao's body,

A person who has not practiced actually chopped off his own waves with a knife,

Although I don't know where his strange and powerful power, and his terrifying speed, come from.

But those who don't practice are ordinary people, and ordinary mortals are ants to them.

Now this mortal ant is provoking them, the strong cultivators, and the worldly masters who are beyond the mundane world.

He didn't think about how this ant cut off the tip of the blood wave under the sword he was holding Xue Guangming.

But now he can't ignore this ant, this mortal.

Because this mortal is slashing his Blood Sea Wave Peak with a knife, if he is allowed to cut it like this all the time, there will be a time to cut down the waves, and when the time comes, how can the Blood Sea without the Wave Peak be waved?

But now the battle between him and Miao Cuihua has reached the most critical juncture.

In a hurry, even the sea of blood was turbulent,

Miao Cuihua suddenly felt the pressure loosened,

More than 20 years of fugitive life has allowed her to grasp every fleeting opportunity.

The chubby hands held Mo Fang and lifted it up, and he actually lifted Mo Fang out of the sea of blood under Fang Wuhui.

At this moment, she could even feel the joy and excitement coming from the Mozambican side and the higher fighting spirit.

Mo Fang is a holy relic, he has long been psychic, and he has been trapped in the sea of blood by Fang Wuhui with Xue Guangming's sword for so long, and he has already been extremely angry.

Miao Cuihua's chubby body rises like a stone to the sky,

Gradually turning into a small black dot,

Then falling at a very fast speed, Mo Fang smashed down towards Fang Wuhui with a more powerful momentum, the strength may not be as good as the first stick, but the momentum is stronger, this is Mo Fang's momentum.

Fang Wuhui felt angry, angry to death by the knife of the knife, and angry to death by two pig-like teammates.

The two pigs, the handsome boy Shaofeng Lord and the pock-faced old man, actually let the knife go and let him cut so many knives.

is like a handsome boy who was stunned by the street juggler's hard performance.

A sword comes out, or the mountain peaks appear, this poor young peak master seems to be turning over and over with this sword,

The sword light rose, and the handsome son felt that the knife glanced at him,

The indescribable indifference and bloodshed in his eyes seemed to hide endless mountains of corpses and a sea of blood in those eyes, and countless living beings were wailing in death.

The handsome son's hand was weak, and he almost threw away the sword in his hand. Those heaven and earth spirits also returned to the rules of nature because of his great mental shock.

How can the past of the knife be compared to a handsome boy like flowers in a greenhouse?

Then the handsome boy found that his right hand holding the sword suddenly possessed some magical power, and flew far into the air, and one of the fingers of the hand holding the hilt of the sword moved.

Then a great pain and weakness came from the right shoulder like a tidal wave.

"Ah" A miserable howl crossed the afternoon sky, startling a group of birds in the green mountains behind the town fluttered their wings and flew like the sky, sure enough, it was a young man who had achieved cultivation on the mainland, and a miserable howl was at least ten miles more than others.

The skin on the face that the knife had been holding on couldn't help but twitch.

The old man in Mai with a pockmarked face didn't want to make a move, he couldn't make a move, he didn't know when there was a scholar in white standing in front of him, the scholar in white looked at him quietly, without speaking, without any movement, but his intuition told him of great danger, and the fear of facing death.

Cold sweat dripped.

He had no doubt that as long as his right hand holding the sword moved slightly, his chest would definitely hurt and he would soon become a lifeless corpse.

The scholar in white is naturally Su Yan.

The knife still has to rely on life and death to heal injuries, and the noodles cooked by the chubby female boss are really delicious.