Mo Cong was in mid-air, his true qi was surging, and all his states were raised to the extreme. After a short exchange of back and forth, he had completely determined the identity of the seven people opposite.

It seems that these Demon Sect masters are really coming at themselves, otherwise they would not have locked the qi on themselves at the first time.

Mo Cong thought to himself.

In retrospect, the reason why I felt uncomfortable when I first left the city should be that the true qi in my body sensed the traction of the other party's qi and sent out an alarm at the first time. Subsequently, the other party got closer and closer, and this warning became stronger and stronger.

Just now, several powerful qi fluctuations suddenly surged from the seven masters, in a vain attempt to control Mo Cong's body and detain Mo Cong's soul. Mo Cong sensed the danger and immediately returned the favor with a bow and arrow. Unexpectedly, the feather arrows infused with true qi could not break the other party's protection at all, and they turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

When we meet the enemy or the enemy, the most important thing is to seize the opportunity, and if we miss the opportunity, we will inevitably be constrained everywhere. This is a sentence that the old man often teaches Mo Cong.

Seeing that the seven Demon Sect masters had strong demonic skills and were extremely vicious as soon as they made a move, Mo Cong no longer dared to retain his strength. Seeing that the feather arrow attack did not work, he immediately flew up, in order to turn the passive into the active at the first time and seize the opportunity.

His vision is accurate, and when he shoots, he is stuck in the gap between the opponent's old power and new power.

The seven Demon Sect Venerables had just joined forces to defuse the power of Mo Cong's earth-shattering arrow, and when they raised their eyes, they saw Mo Cong swooping in the air.

"&*%#@¥&#!" one of the Venerable Beings muttered something, sneering, and six black magic stones immediately flew out from the fingertips of the three Venerables, flying towards Mo Cong with a strong sound of breaking through the air.

Roundabout dodging has never been Mo Cong's style. Seeing that the six magic stones were in a hurry, Mo Cong, who was in mid-air, pulled out his long knife and slashed horizontally and vertically, and with a few clanging sounds, all the six magic stones flew back at a faster speed.

Bang bang

The four magic stones slowed down and floated into the air and burned into ashes, and two more broke through the magic protection and hit the two Venerables. The two Venerables who were hit by the magic stone suddenly opened their skin and flesh and their meridians were blocked, and they couldn't lift their true qi for a while.

His Holiness was depressed.

They originally wanted to use magic stones to block Mo Cong, so as to seize the opportunity to reunite again. Who knew that Mo Cong didn't eat this set at all, and directly turned the stars to attack and defend, and knocked all the magic stones back, which disrupted their layout at once.

The leading Venerable looked at the long knife in Mo Cong's hand and sighed softly.

If it were an ordinary weapon, it would not be able to block the blow of the magic stones infused with true qi at all, and it would be impossible to knock back all the magic stones one by one. However, it was the Mawang Knife, and Mo Cong didn't take the Mawang Knife seriously, so he risked damage and directly used it to chop the magic stone.

Hey, the artifact given to Xianbei by the Ancient Demon Immortal would be abused like this. This guy doesn't have the slightest pious love for the Mawang Knife, it's simply a tyrannical thing. Thinking of this, a wave of anger swelled in the heart of the leading Venerable.

"&**&#¥%#@!"

He let out a low shout, and the four Venerables who were not injured immediately turned over their handprints and pressed them into the air.

Four pale golden handprints transformed from the state of nothingness, flying towards Mo Cong from different angles. Under the illumination of the midday sun, these large mudras fluctuate as if they were nothing, but the speed is extremely fast.

Seeing those seemingly nonexistent fluctuations of true qi, Mo Cong was startled. Lingyun Mountain's Heavenly Dragon Mind Method must be cultivated to the out-of-body realm in order to allow a large amount of True Qi to break out of the body and achieve the effect of attacking the enemy from the air. Those Demon Sect masters on the opposite side waved their hands and shot out four true qi, could it be that they had all cultivated to the realm of out-of-body experience?

With a feeling of surprise and uncertainty, Mo Cong in mid-air put the knife into the sheath and slapped four palms in an instant.

Bang bang bang

The four palms were facing each other, and Mo Cong's qi and blood surged, but he could still withstand it. From the point of view of power, the four people who just shot are slightly inferior to themselves, and they cannot be masters in the out-of-body period. Thinking of this, Mo Cong's heart was a little relieved.

On the Demon Sect's side, the Venerables were taken aback. Mo Cong's movements just now were so fast that none of the seven Venerable Ones could see how he made his move, but they just saw a black shadow quickly pass through the middle of the four handprints, and the four big handprints disappeared into invisibility.

This one......

His Holiness was a little messy in the wind.

They didn't expect Mo Cong to be so powerful, and in the blink of an eye, he broke through the clutch array laid by the four of them. They originally wanted to capture Mo Cong alive and bring Mo Cong back to Murong Changfeng Ling so that Murong Mingyue could avenge her brother with her own hands. But judging from the current situation, the level of this person's martial arts is really unprecedented, unheard of, and the plan of capturing him alive will not work at all.

That's it, you can't live, you can't die!

Thinking of this, a sharp glint flashed in the eyes of the leading Venerable.

"#@¥&#!" (Translation: Heavenly Demon Array!)

He whistled, and led the four Venerables who were not injured to immediately start turning over the handprints, and the two Venerables who had been slightly injured had also recovered and began to seize the time to accumulate true qi.

A powerful demonic skill fluctuated in the air, like invisible tentacles, and wrapped his hands and feet around Mo Cong, who was rushing into the air. At the same time, fifteen pale golden handprints also slapped towards Mo Cong with swiftness and incoherence.

This kind of mudra is called the Heavenly Demon Seal, and the lighter the color, the darker the cultivation. At this time, the five Venerable Ones did their best, and the fifteen mudras were faint in color. The midday sun shone down obliquely, and these big handprints all merged with the surrounding air, and the ordinary people on the battlefield who were mortal could not detect it at all.

Mo Cong, who was in mid-air, only felt a strong wind blowing in his face, and all the big handprints in his field of vision were the kind of big handprints that were as tall as one person, and there were more than a dozen overlapping ones. At the same time, a strange force also came over in entanglement, tightly binding his hands and feet.

It seems that these people really want their own lives! Mo Cong's pupils shrank, and he smelled the breath of death for the first time.

He condensed the true qi of the heavenly dragon on his hands and feet, forcibly broke through the strange entanglement restraints of the other party, and at the same time pushed his right palm, bang

The true qi of the two sides collided one after another.

Every time Mo Cong broke through the three big mudras, a Venerable in the Long Army's camp spewed a mouthful of blood accordingly. Mo Cong broke through the twelve great mudras in a row with a leap forward, and two of the seven Venerables had already vomited blood and fell unconscious, while the other four were struggling to support themselves under the leadership of the leading Venerable.

At this point, Mo Cong's qi and blood were also very agitated, and he was completely supported by perseverance. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the Mawang knife behind his back, and the left palm and right knife rushed towards the last three big mudras.

Bell ......

The blade of the Mawang knife was stirred by the strong wind, making a series of crisp sounds. At the same time, the last three large mudras suddenly began to blur and disappear, turning into a fresh breeze and rapidly converging into the slender and bright blade.

Mo Cong was really angry, but he didn't notice this strange phenomenon, and thought that he had forcibly broken through the last three big mudras. The five Demon Sect Venerables were all shocked.

The Mawang Dao instantly absorbed the true qi of the three great mudras, and the last three barriers dispersed. Mo Cong, who was rushing in the air, the strong wind brought by his left palm had already swept into the faces of the five Venerables.

"&*%#@¥!" (Translation: Heavenly Demon Combined!)

The Leading Venerable let out a loud shout, and the other four Venerables hurriedly put their hands on him. The leading venerable waved his right hand, and he just slapped Mo Cong who came from the sky.

There was a bang, and the sky over the battlefield was turbulent.

Two of the five Venerable Ones immediately spurted blood and fell to the ground, and the remaining three, although barely standing, were all bleeding from their mouths and noses.

Mo Cong flipped back into his own formation with a somersault and landed on the horse's back accurately. The war horse flying leopard couldn't withstand his pressure, and fell to the ground on all fours. Mo Cong's face turned white, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

It was a thrilling encounter, but it was extremely short. Mo Cong went and came back suddenly, everything was in the electric light. On such a large battlefield of more than 100,000 people, his actions did not attract much attention and suspicion. Everyone thought that Mo Cong jumped out to meet the enemy, but if he couldn't fight, he would flip back again. It's just that when he saw Mo Cong's face turn white after he turned back, as if he was injured, his comrades-in-arms around him surrounded him and blocked the knives and arrows for him.

"Mo Xiaoqi, are you okay?" asked the little soldier Huang Wei.

"It's okay!" Mo Cong waved his hand, and his body lightened to make the war horse flying leopard stand up again.