Seeing Luo Yun's pupils dilated and his body gradually softened, Zhao Yan was also lying on the ground, gasping for breath, he was attacked by a sneak attack just now, and he also suffered a lot of injuries-Uncle haha-

At this time, seeing that Luo Yun was finally dead, he was completely relieved.

Soon, Zhao Yan poured himself some pill 'medicine' and recovered quickly, but now he is outside the city of Xiaoyao City, if he meets someone who wants to make money, he will really die unjustly at that time.

What he didn't notice was that when he was recovering wholeheartedly, the wounds on Mo Yuntian's body were also recovering rapidly.

Of course, he wouldn't care about the life or death of an eighth-layer cultivator, in his concept, Mo Yuntian would definitely be dead.

"Haven't you recovered yet?"

Just as Zhao Yan was feeling the recovery from his injuries, Mo Yuntian's indifferent voice sounded, and Zhao Yan immediately opened his eyes.

Seeing that Mo Yuntian had already stood up, the wounds on his body had stopped bleeding and were recovering rapidly, and the 'flesh' buds on it were wriggling, and they were actually growing.

"You're not dead?"

Zhao Yan's eyelids jumped, it was the first time he had seen someone who had been attacked by himself and could survive by piercing his heart.

As long as his crescent moon blade 'hole' pierced the heart, even a monk in the Jindan Realm would die, and the Mo Yuntian in front of him was only an eighth-layer qi drain, and he was also pierced through the heart by a 'hole', but now he is not dead.

Such a scene was something he had never encountered in many years as an immortal cultivator.

But the truth is so bloody in front of his eyes, he can't be unconvinced.

He thought a lot of things at once, and felt that Mo Yuntian was unusual, and it was expected that either Mo Yuntian had magical exercises or had rare treasures.

Otherwise, even if he died, he didn't believe that Mo Yuntian would be able to come back to life.

Thinking of this, his eyes became 'yin', such a character is likely to be a disciple of a great sect', or a powerful descendant, and now there is hatred between the two, it is definitely either you die or I live.

For now, the plan is to kill Mo Yuntian, maybe he can get the treasure on his body, and he can also avoid the forces behind the other party from making trouble.

"Do you want to kill me? I've beheaded a few of Zhuji's disciples!"

Mo Yuntian has no pity for Zhao Yan, in the world of cultivating immortals, either you die or I live, there is no pity.

This Zhao Yan and Luo Yun are basically the same dog, it's just that Luo Tianzheng found out his whereabouts, if Zhao Yan found out first, his results would not be much better.

"Hmph, boy, you have a lot of breath, don't look at me now that I'm injured, kill you, the eighth layer of qi induction, or catch it with your hands. ”

Zhao Yan snorted coldly and stood up, his strength has reached the late stage of foundation building, and his recovery power is also amazing, and now after being injured, although it affects the play of strength, his strength of three or four percent is not comparable to that of ordinary eighth-layer cultivators.

This is not arrogance, but recognition.

"Endless sea of blood!"

Mo Yuntian no longer talked nonsense, and directly cast an endless sea of blood, which can be regarded as a move derived from the "Spirit Slaying Sword Duel", which can produce a 'psychedelic' effect.

The first time he faced the monks in the late stage of foundation building, he didn't have the slightest carelessness, he used it first, and began to drag the other party.

"Buzz!"

The black 'colored' runes flowed around, forming a strange 'wave' around them.

Zhao Yan's eyes were full of red, as if he was in a sea of blood, and the scene of the corpses floating around him and the blood flowing into the sea was that he was also startled, and he had never encountered such an attack.

"This kid is weird, he can't fight, he has to fight quickly!"

Mo Yuntian's super resilience and the state of being 'pierced' through his heart and immortal made him engraved in his heart and left a deep impression, and now he is even using this strange move to make him raise his 'spirit' spirit to the extreme.

"Kill!"

Zhao Yan was powerful, using his most powerful attack, trying to cut through the illusion in front of him.

"Click!"

A crisp sound caused the sea of blood floating around the god corpses to vibrate, like porcelain shattering, and gradually flashed a bright light.

"First sword!"

Mo Yuntian didn't think that the "Endless Sea of Blood" could block Zhao Yan at all, after all, although the other party was injured, his strength was there, he just wanted to hold the other party for a while, so that he had time to cast the Blood Demon Sword.

His goal was successfully achieved, and the Blood Demon Sword was directly unleashed, and the huge sword light, with a fierce wind, roared like a tornado, pressing towards Zhao Yan.

"Boom. ”

The roar that resounded in the sky continued, it was the thunder in the air under the oppression of the sword, the sound was mighty, the power was amazing, and it had the power of destruction.

"Peng!"

Zhao Yan had just seen the illusion shattered, and before he could be hit by the sunlight in his eyes, a red light was booming, and the violent energy and incomparable power 'waves' made him feel horrified.

"Not good!"

At this time, he also understood that Mo Yuntian's first attack was simply a trick, and if he wanted to disturb him, the purpose was to launch a second attack, so that they would be interlocking and inflict a fatal blow on him.

It's a pity that he has guessed Mo Yuntian's mind now, but it is already too late, and he has no time to launch his own attack.

"Boom. ”

The powerful red light was completely suppressed, like a falling star in the sky, directly pressing Zhao Yan into a huge deep ditch.

The catharsis of energy made the deep ditch dusty and trembling, as if it had experienced an earthquake, which showed the great power.

"It can't ......"

Zhao Yan fell deep into the deep ditch, and when the dust fell, he walked out with difficulty, disgraced and embarrassed to the extreme.

He looked at Mo Yuntian with shocked eyes, with disbelief in his eyes, not believing that this was an attack from Mo Yuntian.

This kind of attack is much stronger than Luo Yun's deathly counterattack.

Could it be that an attack of the eighth layer of Qi Cultivation was even more powerful than a disciple in the foundation building stage? He felt that his brain was not enough, and he couldn't think of why this was happening.

"Boy, who the hell are you?"

Zhao Yan thought that in the end, he had to regard Mo Yuntian as a certain powerful disciple, and the great power could arrange an attack on him in order to explain the origin of Mo Yuntian's attack, otherwise it would be difficult to explain it at all.

"I'm the one who killed you!"

Mo Yuntian snorted coldly, and when he saw that the first sword failed to kill the other party, he began to prepare the second sword.

Before, he had used a sword to kill the foundation building disciple of the law enforcement elder, but now this sword was only a serious injury to Zhao Yan.

"No matter what kind of force you are, today you completely angered me!"

Zhao Yan shouted, his voice was cold, he had been fighting for immortal cultivators for many years, how could he have been 'forced' to this point by others?

Now that he was being bullied by an eighth-layer cultivator who had become like this, he was so angry in his heart that he couldn't express it in words.

"Being able to die under this trick will make you proud in the future!"

Zhao Yan's eyes flickered, full of crazy 'color', and he directly put away the crescent moon light blade and began to sit down on the spot.

He folded his hands and silently recited the mantra in his mouth, each of which was obscure, and finally turned into cyan runes, which were 'excited' and 'shot' in the air, and gradually disappeared.

"Huhuhu......"

A gentle breeze blew, with a hint of coldness, and a small tornado formed in the area centered on Zhao Yan, which gradually grew larger as his runes were issued.

"Boom, boom. ”

As the voice of his mouth grew louder and louder, the runes grew faster and faster, making the air around him seem to boil.

Finally, when the last rune fell, the air exploded. 、

Zhao Yan's whole body was already wrapped in a tornado.

The tornado was dozens of zhang high, and the diameter was also three or five zhang, and a deep pit appeared directly where it passed, tearing the air.

"What a powerful offensive!"

When Mo Yuntian saw Zhao Yan's attack, his face was very indifferent, but he was extremely vigilant in his heart.

"If you come with another sword, it won't necessarily be an opponent!"

He pondered in his heart, an attack of this intensity, even under the sword of the Blood Demon Sword, would be difficult to slash.

As he pondered, the tornado had already arrived in front of him.

"Hahaha...... Boy, this superego has used to kill the powerhouse of the Jindan Realm, you still accept your fate!"

Zhao Yan laughed wildly, with extreme self-confidence, and shouted coldly: "Annihilation!"

As his shout fell, the flesh and blood on Mo Yuntian's body was a feeling of being torn apart, that feeling was like five horses splitting their bodies, but it was like having thousands of horses, directly pulling every inch of skin on his body, and his body had not been hit by a tornado, but blood was oozing out of the 'hair' pores.

"The second sword, the third sword!"

At this critical juncture, Mo Yuntian gritted his teeth, his eyes were deep and resolute, and with an unyielding will, the Blood Demon Sword in his hand emitted two powerful sword rays in a row.

The sword light was like the sunset sunset, poignant and demonic, with an invincible attitude, pressing down on the tornado.

"Click. ”

The two swords and tornadoes played and stirred each other, as if metal collided with each other, and the sound of Jin Ge was endless.

"Boom!"

In the end, with the click sound to the extreme, a circle of mushroom clouds rose up, and Mo Yuntian flew out directly, flying out more than ten zhang, leaving two deep traces on the ground before he stopped.

His two swords were fired together, his face became extremely pale, and there was some blood loss on his body, which consumed his 'essence' blood, which also made him endure severe pain in his body, and the meridians in his body were broken a lot.

"Wow......"

As soon as his body stopped, Mo Yuntian's body was surging with qi and blood, and he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"No ......"

However, with the fall of Mo Yuntian, a terrible voice resounded in the sky, shaking the universe, Zhao Yan didn't understand why he was defeated in the hands of Mo Yuntian until he died, and he was even more unwilling to die in the hands of the children of the big forces, he didn't believe that this was Mo Yuntian's strength.

"Peng. ”

When the dust settled, Zhao Yan's body fell heavily to the ground, his pupils were still wide, and he left with unwillingness and hatred.