The competition is a form of ring, and no matter whether you live or die, you are not allowed to stop.

The mustache inspires a powerful soul power, and the purple-gold color spreads five meters away. The strength went straight up to the peak of the twelfth-order hunter, and the two short spears were drawn from the back. First of all, he pressed on Wang Mo's side, wanting to strike first.

"That's it......" Wang Mo looked at the black soul power on the mustache's body, spoke very unsharply, pulled out the sword of truth behind him, and directly faced the mustache.

The blow of "Boom ......" made the mustache directly make a dirt plane, and he was knocked more than ten meters away and then fell to the ground.

"If you only have a twelfth-order ability, you might as well surrender now!" Wang Mo held the sword of truth in his hand, and coldly persuaded the mustache that slowly got up, "As long as you tell me something, I will intercede with the prime minister on your behalf." ”

"You're so arrogant, you think you've won!" The mustache stood up and looked at Wang Mo strangely, like a corpse. He took out a black pill from his bosom and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"What?" Wang Mo stared at what was happening in front of him, feeling that the pill was very evil.

After the mustache pill went down, he immediately reacted, and his soul power rose directly and rapidly, directly to the thirteenth-order level, which was much more powerful than Wang Mo. However, the body shape has also changed dramatically, from a well-proportioned body to a skeleton, and the beating of the heart can be seen clearly.

"It's eating away at life force, and your death is just around the corner." Wang Mo directly said the state of the mustache, and looked at Jiang Ziya and Huang Feihu worriedly, but the two were indifferent at all, thinking that it should be expected by the other party.

"Dangchang!" The mustache threw away his two-handed pistol, took out a handful of thin black iron sand from his bosom, and threw it into the air, and the sand began to rotate around him on its own.

"Soul Eater!"

The mustache began to attack like a mad dog, and the black veil around his body blew a super wind. The air screamed in pain, and the ground was peeled off a whole layer of skin. It didn't take a second to devour Wang Mo, and there was no sound of a suspicious fight.

"Prime Minister......" Huang Feihu asked Jiang Ziya softly, the other party had been in a state of concentration, and suddenly turned his head to look at the open space on the other side, and Huang Feihu also looked over.

"Like a Qiankun!"

A golden mirror suddenly appeared, and Wang Mo appeared under the mirror, without the slightest scar on his body. The Sword of Truth has disappeared, and the Divine Comedy Longsword and Armor Advanced Form have been released. The purple-gold soul power spread out ten meters away, and there was a divine feeling.

"Miraculous exercises, special for escape!" Huang Feihu was very envious of this skill and thought it was very magical.

"Do you feel any difference between Wang Mo?" Jiang Ziya looked at Wang Mo and asked Huang Feihu a little suspiciously. The latter shook his head, not feeling anything special.

"A sword!"

The Divine Comedy sword flew in the air, transforming into many forms in the air. One was split in two, two was divided into three, and three long swords surrounded the mustache.

"Golden Mirror Imprisoned!"

Wang Mo used his hand again, and ten mirrors emerged, connecting each other with golden light, trapping the mustache firmly in the center.

"There is only one chance, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot." Wang Mo was still trying to persuade, but the mustache didn't stop at all, rolling the black sand around him, trying to conflict with the golden confinement.

It looked like a drum washing machine, and the black sand rolled within the golden barrier, trying to break through the enclosed space. But the golden color showed no signs of shaking, and the black sand was only doing in vain.

"Cut ......" Wang Mo didn't wait to answer, and slashed down with one hand with three long swords in the air, and the three intersecting sword marks divided the black sand ball.

"Boom ......"

A violent explosion occurred within the confinement, and the black sand turned into a bag of explosives. The blast wave of the explosion loosened the confinement somewhat, and several large cracks crawled across the walls.

"Fix!" Wang Mo's words, a majestic soul power, imprisoned and restored as before!

After the smoke of the explosion cleared, the mustache remained unharmed. It's just that his eyes are a little glazed, not like a living person, and he doesn't feel any sense of life.

"Dead?" Wang Mo looked at the mustache suspiciously, and did not dare to open the confinement. Once again, the choice was correct, and suddenly the moustache turned black all over, and he used his hands as weapons, tearing through the imprisoned defenses in an instant!

The mustache is like a black monkey, jumping up and down in place. His eyes looked at everyone around him fiercely, dodging Jiang Ziya and Huang Feihu, and staring at the nearest Wang Mo again. With a terrible howl, he jumped directly into the sky and swooped towards Wang Mo.

Wang Mo hurriedly touched the confinement to recall the Divine Comedy long sword, and the three long swords that were differentiated were placed above his head. The blackened mustache was lying on top of the blade, and although it blocked the attack, the blade also made a crisp sound that was about to break. Before he had time to change his moves, the mustache's successive attacks were like a waterfall shooting, and there was no pause at all.

"Dangdang......" mustache was able to stay in the air, like an iron-striker, just trying to smash three long swords.

"Three is divided into ten......" Wang Mo's soul power surged, and the three long swords were divided into ten again. The extra seven immediately attacked, driving the mustache away from the top of his head.

"Are you considering terminating the game, there is obviously a problem with the mustache...... Huang Feihu suggested to Jiang Ziya, "I will end this mustache with my hand, and the innocent will be left." ”

"Wang Mo didn't exert his full strength at all, you can take a look again!" Jiang Ziya is so cultivated, it is estimated that he already belongs to the immortal level, and he can see through the details of the two of them at a glance.

Qiankun's sword has already conjured ten long swords, but it still can't resist the attack of the mustache. It can only be in passive defense, and there is no possibility of attack.

"Tear the ......" The black mustache actually grabbed a long sword and crushed it directly with both hands. This became a beginning, tearing the long sword with his bare hands one by one.

"Qiankun Mirror Image - Ten Thousand Swords World."

Wang Mo quickly increased his soul power, reaching three hundred standard units. Forty-nine golden mirrors emerged, and a golden illusion enveloped the two of them. You can't see what is going on inside, you can't even hear the sounds, you can only see unrelated visions.

"What's the situation......" Huang Feihu blinked, he couldn't see the situation inside, and looked at Jiang Ziya next to him.

"He turned out to be ......" Jiang Ziya muttered to himself suspiciously, and after hearing Huang Feihu's question, a white light shot out into the illusion. The mysterious golden illusion became transparent, and everything inside became clearly visible.

Within the illusion, one by one the golden-armored warriors, armed with a golden sword, were constantly attacking the blackened mustache. Although the gold-armored samurai kept falling, new ones kept appearing, always maintaining the number of forty-nine. The long sword in the sky is like a rainstorm, and it is also constantly attacking the mustache.

"The mustache's current cultivation should be higher than Wang Mo's, but it looks like it's about to fail!" Although Huang Feihu is not a cultivator, his own ability is also absolutely strong, and he can see the victory or defeat of the two at a glance.

"Binding ......" Wang Mo found an opportunity, and forty-nine gold-armored warriors turned into forty-nine ropes to restrain the irascible mustache. The sword formation in the sky was still spinning, preventing the mustache from moving.

"Scattered ......" Wang Mo withdrew the illusion and walked over to the blackened mustache, "Can you tell me where the Children of Darkness are now?" ”

"Thank you, so much for thinking about ......me," the mustache suddenly spoke, but the voice was the one of the Children of Darkness, "I'm going to give you a great gift here, accept my gift!" ”

The blackened mustache began to stop struggling, but began to emit a large amount of black mist, like a large chimney. The black smoke drifted around and was touched by the spectators, and immediately all turned into blackened monsters. These guys began to attack, and the target was not only Wang Mo, but also frantically killed Jiang Ziya and Huang Feihu.

"Prime Minister, it's really not what you expected." Huang Feihu stood in front of Jiang Ziya, pulled out the long sword he carried with him, and released a huge and terrifying soul power, the color of the soul power was the kind of pure white, saint or even above cultivation.

Wang Mo was inexplicable by the sudden battle, but he saw the body of the mustache exposed, and his expression was quite painful. Immediately realized a problem, the mustache was waking up and dying.

"How did you come into contact with the Children of Darkness, tell me quickly......" Wang Mo hurried and wanted to ask the reason for the time. But after repeating it three times in a row, the other party had no ability to answer at all.

"Confinement, purification, and vitality ......" Wang Mo instantly completed three thirteenth-order high-end formations, hoping to alleviate the death of the mustache.

The extent to which the black mist is emitted is alleviated, but only the relief does not stop it completely. At this time, the surrounding black thugs also rushed to him, wanting to kill Wang Mo who was busy.

"Don't come to make trouble...... Wang Mo swiped with one hand, and the Divine Comedy long sword directly defended the enemy by itself. He is still focused on saving the mustache, which is not only a human life, but also the whereabouts of the children of darkness.

"Let me die......" the mustache said, but he was also bent on dying, and it was too painful for him now.

"Don't make it back and forth!" Wang Mo is really a dead horse and a live horse doctor, and he has continuously depicted ten complex formation circuits, all of which are thrown on the mustache's body. These formations are all removal or purification formations, and there are several recovery formations. Since none of them can be achieved, let's come to a trap.

"Boom ......"

The formations exploded between them, and more than a dozen formations turned into a pot of porridge, repelling and contradicting each other.

"Reconcile ......" Wang Mo tried to reconcile the conflict between the formations, but this reaction became more violent. After a huge explosion, Wang Mo knew that there was no way to do it. simply gave up the attempt, and could only let the mustache die.

"Boom ......"

After a burst of thunder, all the formations actually merged into one and turned into a purple-gold fountain. The mustache was covered in black mist, and it was very clean from this fountain. And it is slowly regaining its vitality, and it seems to have broken free from the control of the children of darkness.

"It's really a person with variables and great creations......" After Jiang Ziya saw this fountain, he had to praise Wang Mo. Then after several clicks, all the blackened people were frozen. Again a bright light entered the fountain.

The original fountain was only three meters in size, but after receiving Jiang Ziya's glory, it became a twenty-meter diameter pool. All the blackened personnel were thrown inside and restored to their original form.

"Fountain of Restoration or Fountain of Life, you are really great!" Jiang Ziya looked at this spring water and praised Wang Mo.

After Wang Mo thanked Jiang Ziya for his praise, he also felt that this spring water formation was really unexpected, but it was really amazing. Now it will take a while for everyone to recover, and now there is no news of anything. I can only say goodbye and go back to the barracks first, and wait for the follow-up news.