If it weren't for the timely response, Mo Yun would have been in a different place at this moment, and cold sweat was pouring down for a while. A few green silks slowly fell to the ground.

His eyes narrowed, his body was like electricity, and he rushed out again.

"Fang Wuji, I want you to die! You are a high-level swordsman, are you great?On my ring, life and death will be in my hands!" As he spoke, Mo Yun raised his hand and swung out a sword.

"Arrogance, little fifth-order swordsman, even if he has a great adventure, how can he compete with me! Probably you don't know yet, I am an eighth-order sword master, it is really easy to kill you!" Fang Wuji snorted in his mouth, did not evade it, and directly stabbed Mo Yun in the chest with a sword.

"Hmph!" In a cold snort, he only flashed slightly, dodging the vital point, and laid a layer of sharp qi on his chest, and the Frost Desolation Sword also stabbed at the latter.

A sword pierced Mo Yun's body, Fang Wuji was slightly taken aback, obviously he didn't expect it to be stabbed so easily, and he couldn't help but be stunned! The edge of the Frost Desolation Sword suddenly rose, slashing through his body in an instant, and a cold feeling came from his chest.

Mo Yun raised his legs, laughed and shouted, "Get out of here!"

This kick contained great power, kicking Fang Wuji back again and again. There was a sharp pain from the wound on his chest, the expression on Mo Yun's face remained unchanged, and his muscles squirmed to stop the wound. The sharp qi that penetrated through the body scurried around the body, destroying everywhere.

The sea of qi distributed throughout the body was running at the same time, and there were bursts of huge suction, frantically absorbing the sharp qi that did not belong to him, and refining them one by one!

Worthy of the master of the sword master, the mastery of sword intent has reached an extremely high level, and the sharp qi contained in it is even stronger than Mo Yun's sharp qi.

"If you want to kill me, how can I make you feel better!" Mo Yun's eyes flashed with madness, and he didn't care about his injuries, and the Frost Desolation Sword swung out again. Fang Wuji was an eighth-order sword master in the end, and his strength was so profound that it was not something he could compete with now.

Just now, he just took advantage of his unpreparedness to leave a wound on the opponent's body, but he only injured the flesh and skin, and there was no big problem! It was precisely because he understood this that Mo Yun made a move, which was to fight with his life, and strive to exchange injuries for injuries.

Knowing his intentions, how could Fang Wuji let him get his way, he retreated sharply, wielding a condensed silver lightsaber from time to time to block, each sword forced him to retreat, embarrassed.

If it goes on like this, it's not good!Mo Yun said secretly. Fang Wuji is not a stupid person, he is bent on not fighting with himself, there is nothing he can do with him! The passage of blood has made his strength continue to weaken, and the sword true power in his body has been consumed by nearly half, a big battle has just begun, once he loses the support of the sword true power, he can only let others slaughter!

Thinking of this, Mo Yun shouted loudly and stopped pursuing. At this moment, he was dressed in tattered green shirts, and his body was densely covered with sharp wounds, and red blood was constantly oozing.

"Fang Wuji, take the move! Sword skills, break the mountain and divide the mountain!"

This sword, the speed was extremely fast, and I saw a huge mountain peak phantom descending from the sky, and almost instantly, it had already descended on the top of Fang Wuji's head.

"Hmph, see how I break it! Sword Technique, Sword Two!"

A silver lightsaber of more than ten zhang continued to rotate, from the bottom to the top, containing infinite power, and it was actually about to break the mountain peak.

"How can I let you get your wish!" The sword true power in the body was frantically infused, and the Frost Desolation Sword was also slashed down, "Suppress me! Everything in front of you is an enemy, and it must be suppressed!"

The phantom of the mountain, which was already crumbling, solidified again, speeding up its fall!

Mo Yun kept in his hand, raised his left hand and waved it, shouting in a low voice: "Sword skills, instant wind!"

This technique immediately shocked the audience, and they looked at the phantom shadow of the mountain peak and the cyan sword qi, and were silent for a long time!

A cyan light was faster than lightning, and it had already shot in front of Fang Wuji almost in a ten-thousandth of a second. The latter was not slow to react at all, flashing to the left, but the cyan light was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, turning slightly, and slashing against his neck, the sharp edge immediately cutting through his skin.

"Haha! Eighth-Order Sword Master, that's just it!" he looked like a mad demon and laughed madly, "Instant Wind, slash me again!" The palm of his left hand turned slightly, and he controlled the cyan light from afar. Like an arm command, the cyan sword that had already crossed Fang Wuji paused slightly, spiraled out a huge arc, and shot at him again.

No one could react to such a change! Fang Wuji's back was almost hit by this blow.

"Ahh

"I knew you would be like this!" A smug laugh came, and Mo Yun decisively gave up the instillation of the true power of the sword, and the mountain phantom immediately dimmed a lot, and as soon as it was touched by the silver lightsaber, it turned into specks and dissipated. An urge to vomit blood rose in his heart, and the blow that had contained all his strength fell into the air, making him feel depressed for a while.

When he raised his head, he wanted to scold, but the solemn breath in the air made his expression change, and he stopped!

This is, Spirit Rank Sword Technique! Jade Dragon Peak, the second time that a Spirit Rank Sword Skill has appeared! The first time, Bai Wu forcibly cast the Dead Wood Dragon Roar at the cost of his life, but it did not have the effect he imagined.

This time, he even used his spirit level sword technique as well.

"A madman who is not afraid of death!" muttered the white-clothed young man of the Ancient Daomen, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes. He is a high-level swordsman, no one dares to be presumptuous in front of him, and no one answers!

Bai Wuchang felt regret for the first time! He secretly cursed himself, how did he provoke a madman!

"Hmph! I don't think I'm going to do anything, the fall is just around the corner!" Seeing Mo Yun using the Spirit Rank Sword Technique, Wuwei Dianfan was ecstatic in his heart, and secretly said: This is your own death, don't blame me!

The breath of the air became more and more violent, and the aura gathered wildly.

"Sword Technique, Ling Tian Sword Marks!" In the midst of the heavy drinking, a golden light that could not be seen appeared in the air more than ten zhang high. The dazzling light shone down, obscuring the sun's rays. Everyone, can't help but close their eyes!

A violent and oppressive aura emanated from the radiance, and a coercion pressed everyone's hearts.

The will of the strong is also opened for me, and I want to exert my greatest strength! As my mind turns, another force awakens in my body and pours it into the brilliance of the sky. The consciousness of the strong exudes an even stronger aura, as if a real strong man has descended, and he can kill everyone with a single move!

"Ling Tian Sword Scar, slash me!"

This is a spirit-level sword technique, and Fang Wuji, an eighth-order sword master, was also extremely careful, and took out the stunt at the bottom of the box: "Sword technique, sword five~!"

This is a true rank superb sword skill, and its power is not much weaker than the spirit level sword skill!

"Don't try to resist in vain!" Mo Yun appeared in the air at some point, his voice spilled from the air, like a god, and a dazzling golden light behind him set him off like a heavenly god of war!

Under the attraction of the Frost Desolation Sword, the golden light only flickered slightly, and it flashed instantly, and fell with a bang! It seemed to pull the heavenly dome and press down in an instant. At this moment, everyone had the illusion that Jade Dragon Peak was about to fall!

They involuntarily stood up and stared at the field, and no one wanted to miss such a wonderful scene.

Ling Tian's sword marks could not be seen in shape, like a golden meteor, directly smashing down on the five silver lightsabers below, all the power swept in an instant, wanting to destroy all.

"Boom~!"

The golden light covered everything, the aura between heaven and earth was rioting, and the wind was raging! The vast dust rose all over the sky, like a nuclear bomb bombardment, and a huge golden mushroom cloud was raised, and on the ground, a circle of blazing white ripples slowly rippled.

"It's not good, everyone retreat!" Yan Hu shouted in a loud voice, the speed was not slow, the giant hammer was held in both hands, and with a roar, it smashed to the ground.

"Boom!" After a muffled thunder, the ground shook violently, cracking a gap of several inches, and the powerful force instantly stirred up a ripple, rolling up the stones on the ground, and bursting towards the ripples that were slowly advancing. After the blow, he ignored it and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Other high-ranking swordsmen also came up with their own means to resist the impact of the ripples.

Within 100 meters, more than a dozen people could not react, they were caught up by the ripples, and they were swallowed into flying ash without any pause, and there was not even slag left.

One hundred and fifty meters, this ripple of endless power gradually disappeared.

"Haha! die!" Mo Yun shouted, falling from the sky, the Frost Desolation Sword had already locked the most intense range of the explosion.

Another ball of brilliance rose, although it was not as powerful as the Ling Tian sword mark just now, it also surpassed the True Rank Sword Technique. Almost instantly, the brilliance was blasted out by him and smashed down! The cyan figure followed, and the Frost Desolation Sword also erupted with a pleasant sword roar, and the cold light flickered.

"Boom!"

Another loud bang that shook the heavens and the earth!

"Ah, bastard!" Fang Wuji's angry voice sounded in the diffuse golden light, he jumped up, and slashed out with a sword, and the silver sword qi spewed out in an instant, hitting Mo Yun directly.

"Fang Wuji, die!" A cold snort sounded in his ears, and the strong crisis made him pause slightly, trying to dodge, it was already too late!

The huge impact force slammed Fang Wuji into the ground. Mo Yun stepped on his abdomen, his falling figure was stunned, a somersault, and the Frost Desolate Sword stabbed again!

"Bang!" Fang Wuji smashed into the deep pit, a mouthful of blood spurting out. In his chest, a stream of blood almost shot out from the wound pierced by the Frost Desolation Sword. His expression was slightly painful, and blood was oozing from his mouth, and he shouted: "Mo Yun, you give me death!"

With a stiffening back, he forgot all the pain and wanted to get up instantly, but the latter had already descended again, and the golden light of the Frost Desolation Sword reflected the cold and cold light, pointing directly at his heart. With a slight movement of his right hand, the long sword instantly blocked!

"How do you block it?" a faint voice rang out, and the sunlight cast out behind him, a large shadow hanging overhead. The strong visual contrast made his eyes black, and then his chest hurt again.

Mo Yun stabbed with a sword, without stopping, his body flipped, his feet stomped on the ground, and he instantly shot electricity, withdrew a few feet away, and then stared silently.

This deep pit is caused by the spirit level sword technique, which is more than ten zhang wide and seven or eight meters deep. The ground, shimmering slightly, the crystal crystals are dazzling and dazzling.