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The purple-clothed demon Zhao Tishan and Li Molan opened a hundred steps away, but Li Molan was not willing to give up the opportunity to fight with him in close quarters to attack the enemy with his own strengths, like a shadow, but in the world of law, Zhao Tishan was like a frightening dragon, like a fish in water, just a few breaths and then opened three miles away, appearing on the distant horizon, Li Molan turned into a cyan streamer to chase the past, like a green thunder that brought up countless dust on the purple grassland. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Tishan's hands are like rubbing mud balls, the infinite purple meaning between heaven and earth is like a tide gathering, converging together, gradually enlarged in his hands, he holds the purple ball on the top of his head with both hands, the purple ball is one zhang in diameter after one breath, three zhang in diameter after three breaths, ten zhang in diameter after ten breaths, rising in the wind, and from a distance it looks like a small figure holding a purple ball of light countless times larger than him, and the two are not proportional at all.

Li Molan's eyes were indifferent, there were often purple thunders on the purple grassland in front of him that suddenly fell from the sky, as if the heavens were angry, and he didn't care at all, the dragon elephant sword in his hand that ranked first on the list of famous weapons in the North Sea was indestructible, and it was not a problem to smash these purple thunderbolts that were as thick as beams, and after exploding the purple thunderbolt and killing it from the smoke and dust, the green light that was rapidly approaching in the purple of the world was particularly eye-catching.

Zhao Tishan let out a long roar, and went all out to prepare for a hearty battle with this young swordsman, and the huge purple ball of light held above his head in his hand roared to the ground, but it did not explode as imagined, but rolled forward like a snowball, rolling over the turf gravel along the way, leaving a deep ravine, and the purple ball of light collided towards the cyan ribbon-like streamer, hitting blue with purple.

The tip of the sword of the North Sea Dragon Elephant pointed impartially at the purple ball of light, in fact, it had been locked by the divine soul, Li Molan knew that it would be useless to dodge, so he simply confronted Zhao Tishan head-on, and saw how many catties and taels this famous purple-clothed demon in Dongyu was, it stands to reason that the purple-clothed demon was only entering the realm of knowing me for the first time, and it happened that Li Molan had only entered the realm of reaching the peak of the peak in these days, although it could only be called a half-step realm of knowing me, but it was no longer as powerless as in the past.

In the running, the sword intent around Li Molan condensed, first shook the nine heavens with the starting hand of the Haoran Sword Dao of Qiu Mingshan and gathered a powerful sword momentum, although the Haoran Sword Dao said that he did not have the aura of Haoran, but this sword technique is still a sharp weapon to deal with demon cultivation, Zhao Tishan, as the leader of the Demon Dao today, naturally wanted to make a move, followed by Li Molan's sword momentum condensed into a huge sword intent, majestic as if the hand was not a sword but a huge mountain, this is the sword intent of the Holy Maiden Sword Technique, combining different sword intents with each other, this is something that the kendo grandmaster may not be able to do, which shows how much his kendo attainments have improved during this time！

The huge purple ball of light was split in two from the middle, like a wind and waves cutting the waves left and right, and the roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Li Molan did not fall into the end of the strong crossbow after this sword, but continued to rush towards Zhao Tishan without changing his face.

Zhao Tishan smiled: "Yes, happy!"

His hands were shaking, and he didn't know what strange spells he had come out, and millions of purple blades of grass gradually rose on the grassland under his feet.

Covering the sky and the sun, blocking everything overhead, you can't see the purple sky in the moon and stars, only countless purple grass blades are constantly moving like locust swarms, and they are like hundreds and thousands of fish in the North Sea.

The old green cow took a few steps back with Song Wenbin, and the white-faced scholar on the back of the cow looked at the amazing picture of the tens of millions of plants and trees taking off, as if he had seen a fairy trace, and almost regarded the big devil Zhao Tishan as a true immortal in the sky to worship, but at the last moment he came back to his senses, remembering that he swore not to kneel to anyone except his parents and teachers and the current saint, but Rao was also pale, thinking that this kind of invincible demon leader in the world, how could Li Gongzi be his opponent?

Tens of millions of purple blades of grass above his head, like a purple sea floating and swaying, if it falls, it will be like the sky falling, this is the law phase heaven and earth under full strength, and the astonishing degree is directly catching up with the one hundred and eight black mist dragons of Lu Buwei that he saw in the Heavenly Tomb at the beginning, but the power is slightly inferior.

Li Molan's pupils shrank, although this sense of oppression was not as great as the black mist dragon in the sky before Lu Buwei died, but after all, Lu Buwei was a master of cultivation for hundreds of years, and Zhao Tishan really didn't even live enough to live, it can be said that he is still a young new wood on the path of immortality, and it is already extremely superb. And from the perspective of momentum and visual impact alone, Li Molan felt that the picture in front of her was full of grass and leaves like a purple sea, which was more majestic and terrifying.

It's no wonder that he has been remembered by the old lady Wang, one of the three princes of Kyoto, for so many years, and he can still live unharmed, and even his cultivation is still improving day by day, as if he regards all those dangers as a whetstone for his own growth.

"Fall. Thousands of meters away from Li Molan, Zhao Tishan's palms fell silently, as if a general with thousands of troops was waving his flag and giving orders, and countless masters under his command took the lead.

The purple sea fell, covering a radius of several thousand meters, and all the aura was drained at this moment!

In an instant, Li Molan was trapped in countless comfrey grasses, as if she was stuck in a quagmire and couldn't get out!

"Seven kills. Li Molan snorted lightly, and the sword flower in her hand kept shaking off, like a lawn mower frantically cutting and stirring up the comfrey, but in the face of these thousands of comfrey entangled like kelp snakes, it can only be said that she has more than enough heart but not enough strength.

Zhao Tishan did not relax his vigilance because the young swordsman was in a desperate situation, he always kept a distance of thousands of meters, and it always seemed that he was far away from the horizon into a small black dot, and in terms of hard power, he was naturally above Li Molan, who was young and not yet twenty years old, but he was not a martial arts master who was good at hand-to-hand combat after all, if he was caught by the young swordsman and had a chance to be close, an inch short and an inch dangerous, he was really likely to be exchanged for a life by him, it would be too much of a loss.

Shaking the Nine Skies, followed by the Haotian Thirteen Styles in his hands were used as a coherent use of swordsmanship, making countless explosions come from the place where the comfrey frantically gathered, and then Li Molan's sword intent turned, and the Seven Killing Greedy Wolf Breaking Army Style in the Hundred Grass Sword Gang suddenly erupted, and the killing sword intent cut several huge gaps in the countless purples around him, but it was quickly filled by the follow-up comfrey, Li Molan frowned, but did not give up simply, the holy maiden swordsmanship was used again, the effect was still not too good, and then there was a sword in the dragon elephant swordsmanship, although the power was not small, and a lot of comfrey was broken, but there were more than 10 million blades of grass within a radius of several thousand metersThe green grass on the grassland is one year old and one withered, I don't know how many billions, where can we cut the grass and eradicate the roots?

If he continues to be entangled like this, he will only be exhausted of his true qi and grinded to death here.

Wu Chushui, the female devil who had always watched the battle, didn't say a word, and a cold smile appeared on her ordinary face, as if she had guessed the result, but the old green cow and the old god were there, and she didn't seem to be worried about her master at all, only the white-faced scholar Song Wenbin was in a hurry there, and his ten fingernails were embedded in the flesh, and he was extremely restless.

Li Molan was silent and swung her sword to cut the grass, and suddenly snorted softly.

"An image of the Heavenly Dragon. (To be continued.) )