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"Long time no see, I can't imagine that I'm not dead yet, right?" The short-haired man's eyes were Ling Ran, and he did not lose the wind in the face of Ji Qianqiu's momentum, gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and forcibly held back the feeling of discomfort.

"Sword Sect, Mo Yan ......"

The cold words, accompanied by Ji Qianqiu's angry eyes, suddenly revealed the true identity of the person who came!

It turned out to be him!

The unborn powerhouse of the Sword Sect!

A mysterious person who had a "one-sided relationship" with Lin Nantian in the ruins of the Sword Sect.

He's not dead yet?

"Last time, you didn't die and didn't stay in the grave well, and you ran out to die again, it's really too long!" Ji Qianqiu's expression gradually turned flat, and a bright white light flashed in his left hand, lightly covering the wound in his lower abdomen, and it slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye in an instant.

Mo Yan's eyes flashed with a bright light, and he said in a deep voice: "You have lived long enough, old horseman, nine heavenly tribulations can't kill you, but if the sky doesn't accept you, I will accept you!"

"It's up to you?" Ji Qianqiu said disdainfully: "Do you think that if I am injured, I can take advantage of people's danger? Don't underestimate people too much! I didn't kill you in the first place, this time, you won't have a chance to live again! I came just in time, clean up two at a time, and save me trouble." ”

"Holy Land?" Mo Yan smiled coldly and said, "How long do you think it can last in a place where you sell your reputation and don't know how to be honest?" I said, if the sky doesn't accept you, I will accept you, as long as you die, see if the holy land doesn't fall, the soul of the Sword Sect will never let you go!"

Looking at Mo Yan's appearance, he is very serious, not a lie and threat, it seems that he really has enough strength and certainty.

Ji Qianqiu's face changed, as if he understood something, and said in a deep voice: "No wonder I haven't been able to find out who is behind the Qinglou, it turned out to be you!"

"There's a lot of things you can't find, go die!"

Mo Yan drank coldly, a three-foot-long silver knife flashed in the void, revealing a hideous light, the silver knife light exploded with Mo Yan's momentum, and the man and the knife seemed to merge together in an instant, at this moment, the person is the knife, and the knife is the person!

"Wow!"

An incomparably fierce sword aura surged out with Mo Yan, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

"The first style of the sword - swallowing mountains and rivers!"

"Is this the knife duel you created with all your painstaking efforts? Let me give it a try, is it in vain!"

Ji Qianqiu snorted coldly, his body jumped up, and the golden feather fan appeared in his right hand again at some point, and a ray of fine light flashed, and the white full moon-shaped arc light flashed impressively, hitting Mo Yan's sword qi without evading it!

The momentum is magnificent, the two men compete, and they have incomparable confidence in their own strength.

"Peng!"

With a dull impact sound, the first white arc light was cut by the silver knife qi, but then one after another white arc light came continuously, how could the silver knife qi be so burdened, Mo Yan's wrist trembled slightly, the tiger's mouth was numb, and the sword almost wanted to get out of his hand.

Forced by the white arc light, the powerful impact force made Mo Yan not only return in vain, but also retreated again and again, his face turned pale, and it took a long time to stop retreating.

At this time, Ji Qianqiu fell lightly, the feather fan trembled lightly, a look of disdain flashed on his face, and he said indifferently: "The domineering three styles are nothing more than that, they were not my opponents two thousand years ago, and they will still not be my opponents two thousand years later, although I was slightly injured, but you won't be naïve to think that you can close the gap in strength between you and me just like this, right?"

Mo Yan clenched his teeth, his expression became quite sad, as if he was reminded of the memories of the past by Ji Qianqiu, and the hand holding the sword was tightly clenched, making the knife make a sound of trembling gently, as if it was very spiritual, the muscles of his right arm swelled, and Mo Yan struck out again like a wounded tiger.

"Come again!"

The silver sword was raised horizontally in front of his chest, and Mo Yan's whole person became one with the knife again, and the whole person seemed to have become an indestructible terrifying knife, and the fierceness in his eyes, combined with the silver arrogance of the sword, instantly condensed into an incomparably huge mass of qi.

"The second style of the sword - the wind and waves!"

With the exposure of the sword qi, an extremely violent wind came as scheduled, and the whistling sound seemed to vent the horror of this move, Mo Yan's eyes were already full of essence, at this moment, it seemed that his whole person had become a whole with heaven and earth, and merged in this knife move.

Although Ji Qianqiu's expression was disdainful, he didn't dare to slack off, he might not care about other people, but Mo Yan ...... But he is the only person who has been "worthy" to be his opponent for thousands of years!

How can you underestimate it!

Not to mention that he is not lightly injured now, even in the face of Mo Yan in his heyday, he has to do his best to win!

The golden feather fan was like the supreme king, and the golden gang qi struck, turning into a mass of tornado-like existence, and with the shaking of Ji Qianqiu's right hand, it attacked Mo Yan again!

This time, the silver sword qi completely had the upper hand, and the tornado-like existence could not hinder the domineering spirit of the overlord sword at all, and the rising air flow turned into nothingness in an instant, and was split into the air, and the silver sword qi fell from the sky with Mo Yan and fell straight to Ji Qianqiu's location.

At this time, Ji Qianqiu's left hand was thunder and lightning, and he suddenly held his right hand, and in the golden feather fan, the thunder and lightning of his right hand were condensed, and in an instant, an extremely violent energy surged out, turning into a ball of thunder and lightning, flashing with a milky white strong light, and flew straight away, holding Mo Yan's silver sword qi.

"Phew!"

The two anomalous energies intersected head-on, condensed together, and were on par with each other.

Ji Qianqiu's expression was extremely fierce, and he reacted very quickly, but in an instant, his left hand with thunder and lightning energy struck straight along the place of confrontation, Mo Yan's face was suddenly startled, but it was too late to take precautions, only to feel a huge pressure suddenly come, and a dull feeling in his chest surged up.

"Poof!"

Blood vomited wildly, Ji Qianqiu's left fist smashed Mo Yan's chest, Rao is Mo Yan's strength is outstanding, but he was hit head-on like this, but he was also not lightly injured.

What a strong combat power!

Ji Qianqiu completely overwhelmed Mo Yan, and the situation was one-sided.

originally thought that Mo Yan's appearance could redeem the disadvantage, but he didn't expect Ji Qianqiu to be so terrifying.

At this moment, Lin Nantian had already been awakened by the terrifying energy momentum, although his body was still extremely weak, it did not prevent him from strengthening his willpower, and he opened his eyes with great difficulty, looking at this fierce battle, his heart was extremely amazed.

It's so strong!

Whether it is Mo Yan or Ji Qianqiu, they are ten times stronger than him!

Not at all on the same level.

"Who is that short-haired man, what is his identity, and why did he save me?" The question hovered in Lin Nantian's mind, but he couldn't think of an answer. And with his current state, he really doesn't have time to think about this kind of thing, life and death hang by a thread, there is no doubt that if the short-haired man is defeated, Ji Qianqiu will definitely kill, not to mention him, whether the entire Tongtian City can be spared is a question.

A truly terrifying powerhouse, one is enough!

Received Ji Qianqiu's palm, but Mo Yan did not fall to the ground like Lin Nantian, almost died, after all, although his strength was slightly inferior to Ji Qianqiu, but compared to Lin Nantian, he was much stronger, although his face was pale, but Mo Yan still staggered to stand, holding the sword firmly in his right hand, this silver knife exuded a compelling light, the knife lightly touched the Qinglan stone, at this time, the competition ring was already full of potholes, these Qinglan stones, which are known for their tenacity, could not stop the strong aura of the two peerless powerhouses.

"It's a pity, it's a pity...... You're still too composed, Mo Yan. Ji Qianqiu shook his head and sighed: "I've been waiting for thousands of years, why don't I wait for a few hundred more years? If I get lucky enough to survive the last Heavenly Tribulation, I will definitely be reborn, reshape my body, and leave the Martial God Continent, and if I die in the Heavenly Tribulation, it will be even more hundred, and it will be regarded as revenge for you." ”

Mo Yan's face was extremely pale, his eyes shot a blazing light, his hands covered his chest, gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and said hatefully: "If I don't kill you with my own hands, hundreds of thousands of undead in the Sword Sect will not be able to rest in peace, as the master of the Sword Sect, how can I have peace of mind! Let you survive the catastrophe and go away? Don't dream!"

"Die!!"

The silver sword glowed dazzlingly, Mo Yan's expression became extremely poignant, the cold cold light tightly shaped his body, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into a wonderful realm, the huge sword floated in front of him out of thin air, trembling violently, and the bundles of silver knives were uncontrollably vented around, like wisps of grievances, floating away.

In the face of Mo Yan's terror, Ji Qianqiu's expression became extremely dignified for the first time, this move, he had tried it two thousand years ago, he almost died in the hands of Mo Yan at the beginning, the power was terrifying to the extreme, and this move was also Mo Yan's trick at the bottom of the box, the strongest move!

"The third style of the sword - open the world!"

Mo Yan's eyes exuded a fierce cold light, the whole person was like an unsheathed treasure knife, the entire sky seemed to be dyed silver by the leaking knife qi, with the magnificent energy arrogance, Mo Yan's offensive reached the peak at this moment!

Ji Qianqiu's hands kept changing, and the golden feather fan in his right hand turned out to be extremely huge, just like Mo Yan's sword, the void stood horizontally in front of him, and the golden light continued to increase, as if he was fighting against Mo Yan, on par...... "Two thousand years ago, you were defeated in my hands, and two thousand years later, you will still be defeated in my hands!"

Ji Qianqiu's eyes suddenly brightened, and the paleness on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a strange kind of rage and bloodthirstiness.

"Up!"

With a blue and brown, the huge golden feather fan suddenly rose into the air, Ji Qianqiu's hands formed into palms, constantly rubbing, in the palms of both palms, the violent air flow surged, forming a ball of light of thunder and lightning, at the same time, the feather fan continued to rotate and churn in mid-air, making a "miserable" terrifying sound, as if a ghost locked the soul.

At this time, Mo Yan's overlord sword came out of thin air, with a whistling arrogance, with Mo Yan's deep resentment, making a loud roar, a terrifying sound of horror, as if breaking the heavens and the earth, as if the heavens and the earth were cut apart.

Out of thin air!

One silver and one gold!

Two intense rays of light greeted him, and in an instant, they emitted a violent roar.

"Wow!"

The light was shining, there was a very sad sound and an endless burst of sounds, Lin Nantian only felt a painful roar in his ears, buzzing, white light flashed in front of his eyes, and his mind suddenly became extremely chaotic, if it weren't for his strong willpower, he almost didn't faint to death by the strong impact airflow.

Mo Yan's sword, Ji Qianqiu's feather fan.

Who is better?

The answer was clear in an instant.

After a short collision and a momentary stalemate, the golden light in the sky gradually took over, the silver light continued to tremble, as if it was not supported, and it seemed to be with fear, after the violent light, in the void, the golden feather fan had completely suppressed the sword, just like the masters of the two, Ji Qianqiu's expression was even more poignant and hideous, as if he was a demon king of the world, on the contrary, Mo Yan's face was very pale, his body twitched slightly, and his mouth was stained with blood, obviously about to be unable to support it.

"!"

Mo Yan scolded angrily, but the look in his eyes did not give up, but the light was even better, the whole person was like an enraged lion, with hair standing on end, and the refined short hair was angry and angry, which seemed to completely reveal his mood at the moment, and the afterglow of his eyes glanced at Lin Nantian, who was half lying on the ground and seemed unconscious, Mo Yan's eyes flashed a trace of firmness in the depths of his eyes, clenched his teeth, and shouted!

Suddenly, Mo Yan's momentum doubled, the corners of his mouth suddenly oozed a lot of blood, his cheeks turned from pale to red in an instant, his brows flashed with silver light, his hands became extremely thick, the violent muscles seemed to break the skin, the green tendons were exposed, and the blood vessels seemed to be expanded...... Ji Qianqiu sensed that something was wrong with Mo Yan at the first moment, his face changed instantly, and the blood red in his eyes became mixed with anger and horror.

"Fuck, what kind of madness did Mo Yan, this bastard, actually hurt himself!"

Although he was angry in his heart, Ji Qianqiu didn't dare to be careless at all, and was forced to be helpless, a trace of ruthlessness and unyielding flashed in the depths of his eyes, and the whole person suddenly became arrogant, and the golden light suddenly lit up again, although the increase was not as good as the silver light, it should not be underestimated.

Mo Yan's face was extremely sacred, without the slightest expression, at this moment, he completely put his life and death out of the way.

For one thing.

Win, he's going to win!

Death, what is terrible, what is terrible is to live in sorrow!

He doesn't want to, he wants to avenge all the people of the Sword Sect and leave the last trace of flame for the Sword Sect!

"Die, Ji Qianqiu!"

"The Fourth Form of the Overlord Sword - Annihilation!"

As Ji Qianqiu said, Mo Yan was crazy, really crazy, the essence and blood of his body burned in an instant, turning into the strength of his whole body, turning into that incomparably pure energy, which greatly narrowed the gap between him and Ji Qianqiu in an instant, and the silver light in the sky, which was at a complete disadvantage, caught up in an instant, and even suppressed the golden light for a while, as if it had become the main theme.

The most terrifying thing is a strong man like Mo Yan who puts life and death out of the way!

Even if Ji Qianqiu's strength is stronger than him, but he is also a nine-yuan thunder tribulation person, and he is also the top existence in the Martial God Continent, and the gap is actually not too far. Mo Yan's essence blood exploded, and with a desperate blow, he completely burned his potential, and finally won the best chance of this battle.

"Boom!"

A dull but shocking scream arose, as if a powerful bomb had exploded in the center of the earth, and the whole ground trembled with horror.

This is the strongest trick that Mo Yan has comprehended in the past two thousand years!

The sky turned dark in an instant, and it became terrifying, as if darkness was coming, and the end was opened, Ji Qianqiu's face became horrified, and his expression was full of panic, Rao is his strength is outstanding, and he is invincible in the world, but he was indeed defeated in Mo Yan's lifeless play.

If nothing else, it's because he is not enough to be ruthless!

Ruthlessly abandon his surname completely!

Ji Qianqiu himself had been injured a lot in the battle with Lin Nantian, after all, the three-spin nail was a nine-rank magic weapon, and it was absolutely impossible to be directly hit if it was said to have no effect, but in terms of Ji Qianqiu's strength, it was not fatal, it seemed to be a minor injury, but in fact, it was just Ji Qianqiu's strong support, and the real injury was far more serious than it looked.

If it weren't for that, how could he allow Mo Yan to provoke him again and again!

He had already been bombarded with all his might.

One son is wrong, and all are lost.

Ji Qianqiu originally hoped that Mo Yan would retreat in the face of difficulties, but he didn't want Mo Yan to be very shrewd, and really seized that glimmer of opportunity and turned the impossible into a possibility.

Thunder flashed in the dark sky, lightning streaked across the sky, and the original day turned into night.

This is true annihilation.

It is the song of the soul of Ji Qianqiu.

Mo Yan was lying in the broken martial arts ring, the ruddy on his face had already turned a deep pale, the blow just now had exhausted all his strength, his body had been completely scrapped, only the remaining divine consciousness remained, but it would not take a moment, it would also disappear.

But Mo Yan did not regret it, and there was no unwillingness in his eyes, but there was still a slight smile on his face, which was a feeling of revenge and a real relief.

In order to kill Ji Qianqiu, in order to avenge the hundreds of thousands of unjust souls of the Sword Sect, Mo Yan would rather die than let Ji Qianqiu go.

The corner of his eyes looked at Lin Nantian, who seemed to be moving gently, a look of relief flashed on Mo Yan's face, his brows furrowed slightly, and he grinned and gathered the last trace of energy in his body, which gathered into a little white light, which scattered from the fingers of his left hand and turned into a beam of light, hitting Lin Nantian who was lying not far away.

"Wow!"

The white beam of light hit Lin Nantian, but it did not have any lethality, but instead wrapped Lin Nantian and condensed into a milky white shield outside his body.

Lin Nantian, who was originally unconscious, was instantly excited, his mind seemed to have become much clearer, his originally unbearable and heavy body seemed to have become much lighter, trembling gently, and his hands and feet seemed to become flexible, as if the kind of thing that belonged to him had returned...... Mo Yan glanced at Lin Nantian and watched him gradually resume his actions, the corners of his mouth grinned, and he felt very satisfied.

However, in an instant, the smile on his face froze, his eyes were dull and unbelievable, his whole body was cold and trembling, but he couldn't move at all.

Ji Qianqiu, it's not dead yet!

(To be continued)