"Little brother, your strength is very good, and your adaptability and sneak attack ability are also good, but it's a pity that your strength is so many levels lower than mine after all, otherwise it may be me who fails. ”

Mo Lan listened to what Haiqing said, and couldn't help coughing twice, and a stream of blood spurted out suddenly. Mo Lan, who was kneeling on the ground with a sword in one hand, couldn't help but fall forward, and at the moment when Mo Lan fell to the ground, the wooden sword in Mo Lan's hand was stained with the blood spit out of his mouth.

However, Mo Lan didn't pay attention, after all, his body was seriously injured, so how could he worry about the weirdness of the wooden sword. Slowly, the sword kept sucking the blood that Mo Lan spat on the ground.

And the strange thing is that in the ring that was stained with Mo Lan's blood, it only disappeared without a trace in a short moment, so that people didn't even have time to pay attention.

Haiqing looked at the master on the other side of the life and death platform, as well as the uncles and ancestors, and said in high spirits: "Ancestor, you can declare me victorious!"

Listening to a junior say to himself, Zeng Tian also looked cold, but what is his identity, he looked at Mo Lan who fell to the ground and said, "I announce the ...... of the sea"

"Wait for the village chief's grandfather, I can still fight!" Mo Lan picked up the wooden sword, trembled and leaned on the wooden sword, and stood up. "The sea... Clear... Big... Brother, I'm still ...... I didn't lose!"

Haiqing listened to the voice coming from behind him, and couldn't help but turn his head to look, only to see that Mo Lan was only in tattered clothes at this time, and there was still a little blood on Mo Lan's face and body. Mo Lan held the sword in one hand and stood under the sun that was gradually setting in the western mountains, so that the people watching also felt a sense of gloom.

"Are you sure you can still fight?"

"Ahem, as long as you can stand up, you can fight!" Mo Lan, who coughed a few times, said immediately. "Brother Haiqing, let's fight!"

"Okay, for the sake of respect. I'll show you my most powerful attack, but I'm not going to attack you, I'm going to go to your side and let you know how far you are from me. ”

"Hehe, thank you Brother Haiqing for your kindness, but I think I can take even your strongest blow. ”

Wu Dalang, who was in the stands, couldn't help but feel uncomfortable listening to Mo Lan's crazy words, although he couldn't say that feeling, but it made him very worried about Mo Lan's physical condition.

"Mo Lan, if you really can't do it, you can step down! That's a seven-fold strong fighter! You can't beat it!"

Mo Lan listened to Wu Dalang's words of concern, and smiled slightly: "Brother Dalang, you also underestimate me so much! ”

At this moment, Mo Lan's momentum suddenly turned, like a sword that had just been unsheathed, and it turned extremely sharp. And there is also a faint confidence in his body.

When Haiqing saw Mo Lan's transformation, his heart jumped wildly, as if something extremely dangerous would happen next, and he hurriedly summoned his fighting spirit.

I saw that Haiqing's fighting soul was like the short sword he used, with bronze eyes, and some strange patterns were engraved on the sword.

"Fighting Soul Anthropomorphization!" The short sword fighting spirit swooped into Haiqing's body. I saw that Haiqing's body quickly transformed into a giant sword thirty or forty meters high like a hundred-year-old tree.

Zeng Tian, the old village chief, couldn't help but have a slight cramp on his face when he saw Haiqing, who suddenly transformed into a fighting spirit. "It turned out to be another mutant fighting spirit, where did these disciples find these people!"

It turns out that the so-called mutated fighting soul is actually the transformation of some relatively ordinary fighting souls, and if the original fighting soul is a first-order, the mutated fighting soul is at least a third-order, and it can be completely simulated when it is in a low realm.

And a normal fighting soul, if you want to completely simulate it, you have to at least have to fight the king, because the spiritual power required to simulate a complete body of fighting soul is not something that ordinary fighters can supply!

However, although the mutant fighting spirit is surprising, it has not reached the time of helplessness. Because of stepping into the Douwang Rank, those cultivators who can only use a little bit of Fighting Soul Ability also have this ability, and the power is even more powerful than these mutated Fighting Souls!) (Of course, if your Fighting Soul level is lower than the mutated level, you still can't beat it.) ）

Mo Lan looked at Haiqing, who had performed a complete body fighting spirit, and couldn't help but smile slightly, "It seems that you have only stopped at this skill!"

After saying that, I saw Mo Lan's eyes suddenly closed, and a breath belonging to the Doudi powerhouse was suddenly released from the wooden sword. And the wooden sword was also held by Mo Lan on his own.

It turned out that just when he was almost fainted by Haiqing, the wooden sword somehow dropped, and actually sent a message to Mo Lan: "Mo Lan, why did you encounter danger so quickly! The wooden sword left by the master for you only has five chances to use!"

"Master, is that you, master?" Mo Lan shouted slightly, still thinking that he was dreaming. "Mo Lan, you hold your breath and concentrate, the master will help you get rid of the bastard who hurt you!"

"No, master. Brother Haiqing and I are not fighting to the death, how can I get rid of him!"

But where did that voice pay attention to Mo Lan, it was just as indifferent as a robot. At this time, Mo Lan also felt a super power suddenly erupt in his body. Instantly, he felt that the injuries in his body were also half healed.

The village chief and the others on the opposite side of the life and death platform couldn't help but be terrified when they looked at Mo Lan, who suddenly burst out with the aura of the emperor. Zeng Tian looked at Mo Lan, whose eyes were clear, and hurriedly released his spiritual power to envelop his disciples. I was afraid that Mo Lan would come over and let these disciples who had been trained for many years die on the spot.

Bai Lan and Wu Rong also looked at Mo Lan tremblingly. They are only the powerhouses of the seventh and eighth orders of the Dou King, how can they resist the coercion from the Dou Emperor.

When the emperor was angry, the world withered. The power possessed by the emperor is no longer something that ordinary people can imagine. It is said that if they stomp their feet, there will be no one for a hundred miles.

Si County, a county seat with fifty villages, does not have a Dou Di-level powerhouse, and even the so-called county magistrate is only a mere Dou Huang beginner. (Of course, Emperor Devouring Heaven doesn't count)

However, it may be that the village chief has thought too much, although the aura emitted by Mo Lan at this time is extremely terrifying, but it is only the breath from Shi Xuan, Mo Lan is just a container to release this power, maybe it is not even a container, it is just a key to open this power.

At this time, Mo Lan looked at the giant sword that was high above, and couldn't help but smile slightly, "I dare to take it out and show my ugliness even if I want to make an ugly appearance, I'm really speechless." ”

"Hiss" I saw the wooden sword in Mo Lan's hand slash lightly towards the giant sword that Haiqing had turned into, and a black light suddenly appeared in the void, swallowing the giant sword that was thirty or forty meters high in one fell swoop.

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