The crow man's head was full of the blood of the big goblin on the top of the Black Mountain, and even the demons with Jiming Mountain seemed to be familiar with Mo Liang.

It's so good, Mo Liang is even more unscrupulous. It's not enough to resist one goblin at a time, what you can take away is two together, one on each shoulder, and I can't wait to carry two more in my hand. In the midst of a mess of wood, dodge left and right.

He didn't know when, the goblins of Suddenly Jiming Mountain went crazy and rushed over. Naturally, it can be as fast as it can.

Back and forth, in a blink of an eye, most of the day has passed.

By the time the sky was getting darker, the totem pole ears had already absorbed the blood spirits of thirty-five goblins. Most of these demon blood spirits are goblins with five grades of ink, and there are also a few of them with four grades and six grades of ink.

Although these goblins lost their blood and their spirits overflowed, they added up to the equivalent of twenty goblins in their prime.

Across the mountain, the bodies of thirty-five goblins are piled up, densely packed together, some are like rat spirits, rabbit demons are the size of a person, and some are like wild boar spirits, with a huge body like a hill, which is magnificent. These goblins and demons are gone, and within three days, they will be devoured by the giant beasts in this mountain.

And the totem pole ears that poured thirty-five goblins and fairy blood spirits were already half a zhang high at this time. This demonic flame is colorless and lightless, does not emit a trace of temperature, but only distorts the air, and has a palpitating aura.

As night fell, Mo Liang, who had died down, felt this demonic flame, and his eyes were still bright.

Even though Ma Xiangyang has the strength to enter the ink seven products, and has the help of dozens of martial artists, it is not easy to hunt demons. Not to mention that the goblins themselves are very fierce, the goblins of the five grades of ink often need five or six Terran warriors of comparable strength to besiege and defeat. It's just that the goblins themselves are not easy to search, and it's enough for Ma Xiangyang to worry. Like Mo Liang, he harvested thirty-five goblins at one time, unless Ma Xiangyang dared to lead people to encircle and suppress the demon mountain.

But are they capable of doing that?

In this way, even if Ma Xiangyang can hunt a goblin with five or six grades of ink every day, he can't say that he can win compared to Mo Liang. One can imagine how amazing Mo Liang's adventure was.

And what made Mo Liang's mood even more excited and difficult to calm down was that there were thirty-five demon yuans. Most of them are the five products of ink, so that the six products of the ink impact the bottleneck of the seventh product of the ink, and there is also a faint possibility of breaking through. If it weren't for the fact that this was in the midst of the mountains and ravines, where demons and fierce beasts were infested, Mo Liang would have swallowed these demon elements now.

When night fell, Mo Liang found a mountain col, held the totem pole ears tightly by his side, and entered into a rest with the breath of cross-knee meditation. It wasn't the first time he had spent the night in the mountains, but the terrifying roars that rang out from time to time still made his heart throb and his brows jumped.

On the Black Mountain across the mountain, the demons worked all night, and the rumbling energy roared, constantly impacting the sword curtain. The light of the second sword array was already getting dimmer......

......

The next day, Mo Liang searched for a long time on the side of Jiming Mountain, but never found a goblin. The rest of the time, he ventured to look behind the camp of Wu Gong and Itachi Gong, but to no avail.

The next day was spent in nothing.

Obviously, the blood spirit equivalent to twenty goblins in its heyday was not enough to ensure victory, and Mo Liang's mood became dull.

On the third day, from the beginning, it seemed to be the same result as yesterday, even if he went a little farther away. But as time passed, things took a turn for the better.

......

In the Black Mountain, the demons have been bombarding the sword curtain for more than 20 days, and the protective power of the second sword array has gradually been consumed, until the third day when Mo Liang returned here, and finally in a crisp sound, the sword curtain collapsed.

And at the moment when the sword curtain shattered, the powerful blows of many goblins missed, and they were a little stunned.

The first reaction of the demons who came back to their senses was not to rush madly towards the blood of the big goblin on the top of the mountain, but to run wildly towards the outside of the Black Mountain like crazy, and that posture was clearly like running for their lives.

"Dumb...""Hmmm..."

Among the demons in Jiming Mountain, the Eagle Demon in the Crow Gong and the Eight King Kong took the lead in rushing into the sky and fled straight towards the distant mountains. After that, the Eight King Kong led the demons, there were tigers descending the mountain, lions fighting for their lives, and even more toad spirits jumping dozens of feet. Elves, lest they be left behind.

The centipede man, with thousands of feet and hundreds of hands, is surging together at this moment, and his body is swaying. His subordinates are only stronger than Jiming Mountain, and their speed is flying.

Itachi, black and white hairs flying, claws seem to have explosive power, and his body has disappeared in the forefront of the demons in a few jumps.

This scene is really weird, as the sword array breaks, the demons scatter instead. Standing on top of the Black Mountain, you can only see the backs of hundreds of goblins fleeing in all directions, which is extremely chaotic.

And as the demons scattered, a terrifying momentum emerged in the cracks on the top of the Black Mountain. At this moment of momentum, even Mo Liang, who was a few mountains far away, was heartbeat. I just felt that there was a sharp sword against my chest. He was immediately startled, and without hesitation, he looked back at the Black Mountain, only to see several powerful flying goblins in the sky soaring into the sky, followed by a swoop, quickly sinking into the dense forest of the mountain yin.

Bursts of roaring and roaring, countless restless urgency, on the invisible side. For a moment, the place seemed to boil.

Zheng –

The sword is unsheathed, and the world is roaring.

In mid-air, an air sword was about to pierce the sky and slash through the sky.

It appeared suddenly, as if in place of the sky, making a new zenith not far above the Black Mountain, overwhelming the living beings here.

This sword made Mo Liang tremble suddenly. "They have broken the second sword formation!" a thought flashed in his heart, and he did not dare to hesitate to rush towards the bottom of the mountain, only there could he withstand the impact of the aftermath of this sword array. And the more the giant tree lies down, the more it can't stay.

As the qi sword soared into the air, a wave of qi swept from the top of the black mountain like a sea tide, flying sand and stones, and the black wind rolled between the sky and the earth in an instant, mixed with the roaring and flying of the fishy dirt on the black mountain.

Visible to the naked eye, this wave of air flooded the valley in a single breath, and many goblins who couldn't escape were swallowed up in the blink of an eye, even if they were strong people in the late stage of ink, they had no roots under their feet and rolled up. Countless goblins, like blood splattered from a heavy injury, in this storm, the invincible existence in Mo Liang's eyes desperately defended itself, but it was as fragile as fireflies in a rainstorm.

The goblins who were hiding behind the back of the mountain were lying on their stomachs one by one trembling, their eyes full of fear and trembling.

The existence of this sword array is too powerful! This is already an unimaginable power for Mo Liang.

And at the moment when all the demons were secretly rejoicing, the air sword in the air broke out again. The qi sword split, forming countless tiny, milky white swords, shooting towards the earth, mountains, and deep valleys.

Giant trees are shattered, and mountains and rocks are pierced.

The goblins in the black wind were pierced through their hearts one by ten thousand arrows, and in an instant, their flesh and blood were blurred, and their faces were difficult to distinguish.

The storm of blades of this milky white little sword did not appear after the first sword formation was broken twenty days ago. At this time, it came abruptly and irresistibly, and the goblins behind the mountain trembled even more, the blood in their bodies shrank sharply, and a sense of danger of death made all their strength tense.

Suddenly, the qi sword rolled up a huge vortex, surging along the veins of the mountain peak.

The resting place that was originally blocked by mountain peaks has now become a terrifying demon domain. Seeing the whirlpool of swords that turned into dragons roaring towards them, these goblins, who had just escaped with great relief, were frightened and fled towards the mountain peaks farther away.

Fortunately, the black wind had passed, and the goblins were able to flee with all their might.

But even so, this dragon condensed by the rain of swords quickly engulfed all the goblins through the ravine.

The Centipede was involved, and he suddenly paused and did not escape. The hard shell of the whole body that existed like meteoric iron leisurely exuded a hard cold light, "squeak squeak~" There were bursts of piercing screams in his body, and the clanging air swords collided with each other, leaving shallow white marks.

Itachi Gong flapped his soft tail and discharged a cloud of pale yellow gas, instantly enveloping his entire body, allowing this qi sword to shuttle, and also dissipating between the qi encirclement.

And the Raven Father, along with all the flying goblins, was extremely lucky to escape. They are more nimble than the goblins of the land.

Not all goblins have the strength of centipede and weasel male, and in the torrent of this air sword, they desperately protect the vital places and become bloody. They showed their magical powers, and even did not hesitate to use the power of their own lives, and finally when the torrent swept by, they fell to the ground one by one with a pop, panicking.

At this time, the air waves had swept over the thousands of mountains, and it was another violent wind, and there were no wild beasts in this radius of dozens of miles.

The sword rain attacked, although the power was incomparable, but the range was only within a few hundred meters.

Just when Mo Liang's heart was about to jump out of his chest, and his scalp was numb and his back was cold, it quietly disappeared like a gust of wind, and the qi sword dissociated, turning into invisible air.

From the riot in the mountains to the silence of all the voices, in the blink of an eye, it is like the calm after the storm.

It is a miserable mess in sight, with more than ten mountains within hundreds of meters, the mountains and rocks are bare, the branches and leaves are messy, and the giant trees are detritulate. Everywhere there were badly injured goblins, blood gushing out all over their bodies, and their breath was wilting.

There was a brief silence, and it seemed that all living beings were in a state of death. However, when the goblins saw that the Qi Sword at the top of the Black Mountain had disappeared and the heavens and the earth were calm, their eyes erupted with the strongest light.

Great Fairy Blood!

"Dumb~", "唳~", "窣窣~" Heaven and earth, but all the goblins who can move at this moment are running back towards Montenegro at the most enthusiastic speed in their lives.

Mo Liang was shocked for a long time. This power like the divine power of heaven and earth made his heart more powerful for cultivation, and he burst into a huge obsession. "Shaking the mountains and rivers like this is the courage that my generation of warriors should pursue!"

At this time, a goblin who had almost escaped the storm, and the weak muffled roar after the storm sounded in Mo Liang's ears.

"Roar~"

His pain shocked Mo conscience and looked over. This was a tiger demon, and Mo Liang recognized him at a glance, he was the tiger demon that was one of the eight powerful King Kongs in Jiming Mountain.

But now, his breath was weak, and he was gasping slightly.

Mo Liang's eyes flashed with a fierce light, this tiger demon seemed to have no power to resist! With a light tap under his feet, he appeared next to the tiger demon in a flash, and at the same time, a dagger instantly sank into the tiger demon's chest, and he resolutely mended the knife.

The Tiger Demon, who was able to protect himself in the unpredictable storm of sword blades, fell under Mo Liang's hands without even the strength to roar at this moment.

The demon element picked out by the flipping blade was filled with ash inside, and there were already faint white traces.

"The Demon Yuan of the Seven Grades of Ink!" Mo Liang was extremely surprised, and his heart beat wildly. Looking up all the way away, on the way to the Black Mountain, you can easily see many extremely weak goblins, looking at the top of the Black Mountain full of lustful eyes, one by one struggling to recover from their injuries.

Hiss~

Mo Liang slowly gasped. There is no one who can survive this storm of blades, but not a single weak person! His heart pounded, and he clutched the dagger in his hand tightly.

And in the dense forest on the back of the mountain in the distance, a toad spirit looked at the scene of Mo Liang's tiger demon with watery eyes, and was stunned, "Quack~ The baby saw it, but the baby didn't dare to say it!"