Seeing the flying sword flying, Mo'an was not only annoyed, but laughed and said, "I also said that you are a turtle with a shrunken head, hiding and refusing to see people, isn't it also unbearable?"

Now that he saw the enemy attacking, Mo'an's heart calmed down a lot, and he shouted, "Boy, I'll show you what power is!" As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the oncoming sword in his hand, and the long sword twisted and shriveled, and the cold light was shining, and he couldn't get out of his grasp.

Holding the flying sword in one hand, the demon bank slammed the four long swords in front of him with two swords as if to drive away flies. As for the invisible sword qi shooting from around him, he didn't dodge it at all, he just heard a chaotic sound of puff, and he didn't know how much sword qi shot at him, as if it had hit a pile of mud, and there was no sound after a sound.

"Scrap copper and rotten iron-" Mo'an reached out and grabbed the flying sword in his hand in half.

Stretching out his hand and throwing out the two flying swords, the demon bank roared loudly: "Hurry up and show up, show up your real skills, don't be ashamed and conspicuous in your little tricks!"

The sword qi flashed and disappeared, and the surrounding silence fell, only the demon bank was still roaring, and the sound reverberated in the space. But now he was shouting, and although it was thunderous and deafening, it was much better than the meaningless yelling just now.

At this moment, two extremely subtle sneering sounds sounded behind him, and the demon bank was stunned, and subconsciously turned his body, and with a bang, two sword qi passed by, bringing out two long wounds. The wound was only inches away from the ribs, and if it was a little more off, it would inevitably pierce the heart.

Suddenly turned around, only to see two swords shot from behind, looking the same as the long sword he crushed just now, just like the two swords he broke just now turned into new long swords and attacked again.

The Demon Shore was wondering to himself, and he felt that the wind was wrong, and when he turned his head again, the golden light flashed in front of him, and the flying sword that was sent out just now also arrived, and the five flying swords dragged a long sword light and shot quickly towards the Demon Shore.

"Ahh

Demon Shore roared angrily and threw a punch that hit the five flying swords. His strength had already broken through the limit of the foundation building period, and this earth-shattering punch collided with the sword body of the flying sword, and actually knocked five flying swords flying together, in the air, three of them were broken, and the remaining two were also full of cracks!

Poof--The flying sword cracked, and none of the five flying swords were spared, all of them shattered, and some even split into dozens of pieces, turning into fragments and throwing them in the air.

Mo'an was about to open his mouth to laugh, but before the laughter could come out, he was already shocked by the scene in front of him, held it in his throat, and opened his mouth wide and paused in the air.

I saw those broken pieces of iron in the air, each of which was slightly twisted under a cloud of golden light, and then quickly turned into a new flying sword in the flickering light, circled back the sword body, and shot back quickly.

The five flying swords turned into dozens of flying swords in an instant, forming a sword formation that had begun to take shape, and flew down like raindrops together.

...... What's going on?

Knowing that it was not good in front of him, but the speed of the flying sword was too fast, faster than the head of the Demon Shore, so that the Demon Shore could not react at all to adjust the countermeasures, he only instinctively punched the flying sword again!

Poof-this time the force was several times greater than before, and the air was shaken slightly by the power of this punch, and this punch hit dozens of flying swords with a bang, and the flying swords were sent flying again. The flying swords were still flying in the air, and the crisp sound of metal breaking was heard, and several flying swords could not bear the huge power and disintegrated in the air.

At the same time, the Demon Shore's fist was cold, and a sharp pain came.

He withdrew his fist, and sure enough, it had been cut through two large gaps by the sharp blade. He didn't bleed anymore, but green water had replaced blood, dripping from the wound, and the pain in his heart was not much less than when he was still human.

Obviously, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't retreat from fighting against so many sharp flying swords.

When he raised his head again, he saw that the broken pieces of iron just now had been reborn in the package of countless lights, turning into more flying swords, lined up in a strict formation array, ready to move.

It can't go on like this...... Demon An's fist told him that this is not good, and if he fights again, it is impossible to have a better effect except for making a few more flying swords, and when the time comes, there will be thousands of flying swords, even if his strength is invincible, but after all, he has a weakness in his body, and he is pierced by ten thousand arrows, and it is impossible to survive.

When he hesitated, the flying sword smashed down like a torrential rain with a brilliant and gorgeous sword light!

The Demon Shore roared, his body shrank abruptly, curled together, and turned like a spinning top, he turned his head too fast, forming a black vortex around him, and quickly swept into countless black smoke and green water. The sword light whipped down, only to hear the snapping sound, and each flying sword couldn't get close at all, so it was caught in the whirlpool and turned into pieces.

Although there was a lot of sword light, the speed was too fast, and the rows were knocked out, and it was only a matter of a few breaths, and the flying sword that was torn apart by the whirlwind flew outside, completing the process of rebirth in an instant, and returning to the sequence of flying swords.

The Demon Shore stopped and turned, staring at the flying swords in front of him, only to see that there were more and more of them, but each flying sword was full of spiritual energy, and the newborn flying swords were even sharper, and the sword lights in front of him were shining with each other, brilliant and dazzling, exuding a glittering light.

Not good - protective shield!

A black light rose in an instant, protecting his body and blocking the sword light. I only heard the sound of the sound of the sword light poking on the protective shield.

Just a few days ago, he had almost forgotten about this defensive spell, and basically all spells that seemed weak had been abandoned by him. Mo'an felt that as long as his strength was there, why use defense. But today's ruthless facts tell him that he still needs the most intimate protection.

Countless sword lights poked and poked in the black passport, and the sound of puffing was endless. The black light mask was trembling and trembling all the time, but it always adhered to its mission to protect the body of the demon bank. It seems that this attack and defense will not be able to end in a short period of time.

The sword light became more and more courageous, and it was extremely cold, and it had the upper hand in an instant. The sword rain had already broken away from the first round of crazy attacks and began to be orderly, thousands of sword lights were divided into three large arrays, each of which was arranged in an orderly manner, advancing and retreating. A large array attacked several swords, immediately retreated, and the large array behind made up for it. Although the dense sword light is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, there seems to be a spirit surname between them, as rigorous as a soldier's training, and between advancing and retreating, there is no happiness at all.

Is this the true face of this great array?

The demon bank is a little uncertain, no matter how slow his brain is, he also reacted at this time, this formation is different from the others, although his strength is high, but obviously he can't break it in one fell swoop, unless he uses his own strength to fight against it, see who consumes whom.

It can't be like this!

With a pinch in Mo'an's hand, a white ball fell into his hand. Reluctantly glancing, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.

The last bone relic!

This is his last hole card, originally wanted to keep it and wait for the energy in his body to be digested before enjoying it slowly, but he didn't expect to force him to make this decision here. The thought that he might have lost a chance to go one step further made him hate the roots of his teeth.

I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!

With the fall of the white bone relic, that long-lost sense of strength returned. Demon An's body trembled violently a few times, and suddenly swelled, and at the same time, the skin and flesh of his body, which had long been rotten, mutated and rotted again, and the corpse water was mixed with pieces of meat, and the pieces fell down piece by piece, no matter who felt the feeling of his body rotting, it would not be good, but Demon Shore didn't care, he was used to it. What he valued most was the feeling of the power breaking through the limits again.

This time it feels like it's very good!

I don't know if it was a few pauses, he felt that this time his strength had been growing, advancing by leaps and bounds, and the benefits of this time could only be compared to the first time he devoured the white bone relics.

"Ahh

With a roar, the demon bank stretched out his limbs, and then broke the protective shield without hesitation!

what kind of protective shield he has, I don't need it!

The moment the shield disappeared, Mo'an's fist clenched, condensing a cloud of black qi into his fist.

At the same time, a rain of swords that had lost their shields shot towards the Demon Shore from all directions like thunder and lightning.

They're fast, but the Devil's Shore is faster. I saw him wield that black qi, and with a violent roar, he struck forward fiercely!

Whew-boom!

The sword light faded like a tide, and the speed at which it flew out upside down was even faster than the speed at which they came! Under the vibration of the huge force, not only the flying sword facing the fist wind collapsed, but the flying swords in all directions could not take a single step forward, even the flying sword farthest away from the fist wind only struggled a few times and flew out helplessly.

One punch, one win!

However, there are three sets of sword formations.

The remaining two sets of sword formations paused in the air for a moment, and then frantically pounced together. When they attacked separately, the flying swords seemed to be so dense that they could no longer be inserted, but the two sets of sword formations were combined into one, and they were still in order, but they became more and more fierce and fierce.

"Good time!" Demon Bank swung out his left fist, and quickly swung out a surging fist again, and with a pop, he flew out again.

The flying sword that had just been knocked away flew back again, desperately pounced on the demon shore again. But if you have the heart, you can see that the light of the flying sword seems to dim a little.

The demon bank punched left and right, and the storm struck like a mainstay in the torrent of flying swords. In the golden light of the flying sword, the black light always occupied the center, and the golden light gradually declined too late.

Suddenly, the demon bank roared: "Open!" With a wave of his arms, all the sword light exploded together, flying out like scattered fallen leaves.

Mo'an laughed and said, "Come again, the Demon Master is waiting!"

This time, the sword that flew out did not fly back, and all the sword light turned into Dao Dao golden light, condensed into one in a point in space, and turned into a thick pillar of light, shining brightly.

Seeing this, Mo'an couldn't help but feel depressed, this sword array couldn't hurt him now, but the various changes were very strange, which still made him a little unbearable, and muttered: "What kind of tricks are you playing this time?"

I saw that the pillars of light that all the flying swords transformed were getting smaller and smaller, and finally shrunk to a length of only three feet, forming a flying sword with golden light, floating in the air.

Immediately after, a figure slowly emerged from the light and shadow, but it was a handsome young man. As soon as he appeared, it was as if he was strolling leisurely, and his expression was relaxed and floating in the air. Stretching out his hand, he copied the flying sword in his hand, and the cold light of the blade flashed, pointing at the demon bank.

When Mo'an saw this posture, he couldn't help but be stunned, and recognized this person as one of the two little cubs he chased into the sky and the earth, as for which one it was and what its name was, he had long forgotten it. Thinking about the countless troubles that these two ant-like boys have created for themselves in the past two days, forcing themselves to play all their hole cards, tired of running for their lives, they can't help but feel a wave of anger in their hearts, gritted their teeth and said: "The little mouse with a hidden head and tail is finally willing to come out?"

The young man smiled faintly, his fingers flicked lightly on the sword, and let out a clear sword sound, "Finally met." Adversary, do you dare to fight me?"

Mo'an was amused by his shamelessness, he was not articulate, and he couldn't count how many conspiracies and tricks this kid used to play himself by all kinds of means, and how many conspiracies and tricks he used to avoid war, and now he is not ashamed to say anything about fighting with him, it is simply a curse. He just grunted, and finally shouted, "Damn, you will die for me!" As he spoke, he took a few steps forward and punched it with all his strength, and all its hatred was in this punch, vowing to beat this hateful boy into a ball of meat sauce.

The young man's eyes froze, and his long sword was horizontal, and he had already blocked the fist of the demon bank. The fists and swords intersected, and a spark burst out in the air.

The fist that had just knocked away all the flying swords was blocked by him.

The two froze in the air for a moment, and as soon as the young man's hand was released, his body flew out upside down, and a flying sword remained in place, snapping, and dissipating into a little light. Mo'an's strength was at a fork, and he stumbled a few steps forward, almost falling. Fortunately, after all, his cultivation was there, and it was impossible to fall a dog and eat, so he straightened up and stared at the young man, his eyes were almost on fire, and he said angrily: "Damn, you are cheating again!"

The young man stretched out his hand again and grabbed it in the air, and a lightsaber took shape again, dazzling as it was just now, and said with a smile: "How can you say that you are cheating? My cultivation is cultivated by hard work, and you are piling up the pills.

Demon Shore was stunned by the speed at which he was turning, and after a while, he yelled, "That's not the same thing! I'm talking about your unreasonable battle!"

The young man pointed his sword and said, "Yes? I'm sorry, this is my territory, and what I said is true." If you approve of it, we will let it go, and if you don't approve of it, I will slaughter you. Come, tell me your answer, are you fighting, or are you not fighting?"

(To be continued)