"Blade, ripple slash!"

Mo XVII picked up the long sword that had been placed on the ground with his toes, and as soon as the hand holding the hilt of the sword was forced, the wooden scabbard immediately broke inch by inch. The dark blue blade let out a low dragon groan. Immediately, Mo Seventeen slammed it, and a silver sword qi swooped down with the momentum of cutting everything.

"Space-time warp. The Father held out a hand in front of him. In front of this hand, a faint black vortex gradually appeared, and everything here and even the light began to twist and deform along the vortex. Mo XVII's sword qi was no exception, and when it was wrenched in the whirlpool, it looked like a sock in a washing machine. However, Mo Seventeen didn't think that this move would work, and the moment the sword qi slashed away, his whole person disappeared into the air again. Just as Father God had just activated the space-time warp, Mo XVII suddenly appeared beside him, and a long sword flashed with cold light and pierced his lower ribs.

"Sneak attack?" Father snorted, and the golden scepter slammed into the sword with the sound of the wind and the golden energy, letting out a roar like spring thunder. The huge counter-shock force directly bounced Mo XVII away. And Mo XVII knew that there was no possibility of making a move, so he shook his body and disappeared into the air again.

"The Demon Clan's Hidden Kung Fu? It seems that you really do everything. Father laughed, and then the scepter in his hand waved back, just right to shake Mo XVII back a few steps back just now.

"Are you wondering how I was able to know where you landed?"

"When space moves, energy fluctuates. Mo XVII said, and the whole person disappeared again.

"Now that you know it, why continue with this trick that is not destined to work?" said the Father, holding the scepter in both hands, and unleashed a seemingly simple but powerful move that swept through a thousand armies. In the next second, a crisp sound of gold and iron appeared in the lobby, and the smug look on the face of the father disappeared in an instant.

Because he hit a sword, just a sword.

"It's a trick!" Mo XVII's voice appeared behind the Father, and due to the force of his hands, the empty door opened behind the Father. Seeing this, Mo Qiqi was naturally not polite, and a pair of palms suddenly slashed towards his waist like sharp steel knives.

"Who fell for the trick?" Listening to the sound of breaking the sky behind him, the father's originally panicked face once again put on a confident smile: "Space teleportation, the gate of heaven!"

"What!" Mo XVII was startled, only to see a golden door appear in front of him, and in the doorway of this black hole, a powerful suction force was pulling him irresistibly inside. Mo Seventeen was already ready to pounce, and with this suction, he naturally drilled directly into it without any doubt. The next moment, Mo XVII found himself in front of the Father, and his scepter was raised high.

The Father's blow is definitely not fun. Mo XVII turned over after breaking the four huge diamond trees used for the pillars of the main hall, although it seemed that there was no major problem, but the blood that gradually flowed from the corner of his mouth revealed the fact that he was injured.

"What, boy, that's all you can do?"

"You'll see how much I'm capable of. Mo XVII put a white feather at his feet, and then smiled slightly: "Since I can't beat you with one, then ......"

As he spoke, a confident smile appeared on the corner of Mo Seventeen's mouth: "I'm enough for so much." ”

"Using feathers as a stand-in puppet, you're a good idea. It's just that...... Do you think that helps?"

"If it works, you'll know right away. Mo XVII's figure suddenly appeared in front of his father, and then he smiled weirdly, and before the straight fist in his hand could be blasted out, he was pinched by his father's neck. But immediately, the "Mo Seventeen" suddenly turned into a fluttering feather and fell in his hand.

"Well, I'll keep you going. "When the feather fluttered in the air, it suddenly turned into the shape of Mo XVII again. A very indecent flirtatious leg was cast. The Father, on the other hand, lifted it aside with some impatience, and looked around, and everywhere he looked, there was a dense crowd of Mo Seventeen's figures.

"Do you think you're going to bother me in any way? You don't seem to be any smarter. The Father said, and then slammed the scepter in his hand into the ground: "Storm!"

As soon as the words fell, in the vast hall, a dark storm appeared in front of the "Mo Seventeen" without warning. Blown by this storm, countless stand-ins rose in the air, gradually reducing into pieces of white feathers in mid-air. And the only guy on the ground who hasn't been blown away is Mo XVII's body.

"As I said, the carving insect skill is not worth mentioning. ”

"It's not a good thing to be too confident. Mo XVII, who remained on the ground, said.

"At this point, I don't believe you have any tricks. If not, then I'm sorry, I won't play with you. As he spoke, a ball of lightning rose from his hand and smashed into Mo XVII's body with a thunderous momentum, and then ...... Immediately, the body disappeared in an instant, leaving only a fluttering white feather to fall.

"Stand-in, stand-in again!" the Father drank in shock, and then raised his head, and in the midst of the manic storm, countless ink seventeens lined up in an eerie circle along the shape of the storm. Each of them held a purple orb of manic power in their hands.

"The Realm of Destruction?"

No one answered him. At this moment, the manic storm suddenly stopped without warning, and in the sky, countless Mo Seventeen gathered the purple thunder in his hand, and then turned into pieces of yellow, lifeless feathers and fell. It looks like falling leaves on an autumn day. In the eyes of the Father, the purple bead grew bigger and bigger, and it grew bigger and bigger, until it became as if even the entire dome of the palace could not fit it.

"Begin, annihilate!" The last Mo XVII jumped in the air, came to the purple energy ball, and then pressed down gently, and the manic breath was out of control like a flood peak in an instant, wrapped in the air of wind and thunder, and smashed into the head of the father god with the overwhelming posture of Mount Tai.

"Is this your nirvana?" the Father took a deep breath and stomped his foot, and the golden scepter stuck in the ground rose into the air, turning into fine golden scales in an instant. And at this moment, the golden scales attached to the body of the father like a soul, and a hideous dragon head wrapped around his head, and after another flash of golden light, a fully armed warrior appeared in front of Mo XVII's eyes.

"It's ......"

"The Lord God is armed. Father said, and then, the manic energy smashed against the golden armor of the Father, and without the slightest loud sound of collision, the breath flowed down his sides as if it had touched a torrent of stubborn stones, and then collided with the ground with an earth-shattering loud sound.

"Power, not bad. Father looked at the two deep pits beside him, nodded and said, "If you are in the human realm, I am afraid that you will be able to hit magma with this move now." It's a pity that the power is enough, but it still can't move me a bit. There are only two pieces of this main god weapon, one in the hands of me and the old guy in the Northern Heaven District. With it, any damage from people in the divine realm will be ineffective against me. ”

As he spoke, the Father walked over with a smile: "It's always been you attacking, and I'm defending." Shouldn't you change it this time?"