The dragon controlled by Mo Yang soon reached the top of the man's head, and the man was in a hurry when he saw this, and controlled the giant sword to strike hard, and after repelling the flame spirit sword, he blocked his head in the air.

It was too late, it was fast, the dragon and the giant sword collided together, and the ripples set off overturned the surrounding trees, and the earth and trees flew sideways for a while, and when everything calmed down, I saw that the person had been cut by countless wind blades at this time, and he fell to the ground with blood, and the giant sword was slanted in front of him.

Mo Yang smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to summon Ling Jiaofan, although he had no power to fight back with one blow, just now at that moment, he used the mana of the Nine Demon Sutra with all his strength, which greatly increased the power of Ling Jiaofan, but his own consumption was really not small.

"Which Demon Sect disciple are you, the demonic qi is so pure. Ahem. The strong man's eyes were round at this time, and there was a hint of horror.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter anymore, I wonder if you can tell me what made you chase that woman so much?" Mo Yang asked as he summoned the Flame Spirit Sword in mid-air back in his hand.

"Haha, so far, I'm afraid I won't live long, your such a pure magic skill, even my sect senior brother is afraid that it is not as good as you, it must not be a mortal, and it is okay to tell you, cough cough, that girl got a high-grade spiritual weapon in a ruin, Luo Yanfan, cough cough." The strong man smiled miserably.

Mo Yang's eyes flashed when he heard this, the high-grade spiritual weapon can be met but not sought, the most powerful thing in his hand is in addition to the Xiaoding that he just won, there is only the medium-grade spiritual weapon of Lingjiaofan, if he can get the high-grade spiritual weapon, I am afraid that the combat power can be greatly improved.

Just when Mo Yang was thinking to himself, the strong man suddenly burst out, lifted the giant sword that was obliquely inserted into the ground and ran towards Mo Yang, the distance between the two was not far, this man burst out, and he came to Mo Yang's range in an instant, and with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, he slashed down with the giant sword.

Mo Yang moved at the moment when the man burst out, Mo Yang's divine sense has always been shrouded in a range of several zhang around his body, so this burst is like a palm look at the pattern for Mo Yang, his brows furrowed slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the Flame Spirit Sword came instantly with firelight, piercing the man's heart.

At this time, the man was no longer more than a foot away from Mo Yang, and the giant sword was less than a foot away from Mo Yang, but this foot distance was as difficult to cross as a moat, and the giant sword fell to the ground, and the man fell to the ground with a dry face, his eyes staring at Mo Yang.

Mo Yang frowned and withdrew the Flame Spirit Sword, and after removing the man's storage bag, a fireball burned it to ashes.

"Come out. Miss Zhou. Mo Yang turned his back, looked not far away and said lightly.

"I didn't expect Daoyou to be so strong, I admire it." A cold voice came from behind a large tree not far away.

Mo Yang saw that it was Zhou Yan who had just left, and at this time, Zhou Yan had already sorted out his clothes, and he didn't look like he was embarrassed before.

"Girl, you just used me as a shield, do you want to explain it next?" Mo Yang asked lightly with the Flame Spirit Sword in his hand.

"I was really helpless just now, thank you for your help. After arriving in Fengyun Valley, there will be a good reward, and the little woman will leave first. Zhou Yan said with a slight arch of his hand.

"Hehe, slowly, don't go out of Fengyun Valley and repay again, I'm very interested in the high-grade spiritual weapon in the girl's hand, I don't know if I can cut my love." Mo Yang looked at Zhou Yan with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Yan suddenly frowned.

"Literally, just now the girl used me as a shield, if it wasn't for the superior skills, I'm afraid that I'm lying on the ground or I'm down, and the girl is going to turn back, I'm afraid she wants to wait for me and that person to lose both and pick up a bargain, right?" Mo Yang's expression tightened and he said coldly.

"The little woman is also an unintentional mistake, and she is not weak, and she will let me go." Zhou Yan frowned at this time.

"Since it's useless to talk too much, let's take it yourself." Mo Yang sneered and sacrificed the Flame Spirit Sword.

The Flame Spirit Sword was wrapped in pitch-black flames and shot towards Zhou Yan.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and offered a spiritual weapon like a brocade to greet him. There are scratches on this spiritual weapon, and it is obvious that the spirit is greatly damaged. This woman is also helpless, she fought with the strong man before, and the magic weapons and spiritual weapons that can be used have been seriously damaged, and this spiritual weapon can still fight, and the rest are basically overwhelmed.

With a "stab", the pitch-black flames on Mo Yang's Flame Spirit Sword pierced through this obviously spiritually damaged spiritual weapon in one fell swoop.

The Jinpa Spirit Weapon was instantly burned by the pitch-black flames and fell to the ground.

Zhou Yan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

The Flame Spirit Sword shot away with a pitch-black firelight that shot straight away unscrupulously.

Zhou Yan was suddenly shocked, but at this time, there was nothing usable except for Luo Yanfan and the flying sword obtained from the ruins, and the high-grade spirit weapon himself had not yet had time to practice, even if the sacrifice was completed, he could not drive it at all with his current mana, so he had no choice but to cast a series of basic spells to resist, but it was obvious that these basic spells were useless to Mo Yang's spirit weapon-level flame spirit sword, just the fire on the flame spirit sword that hit it flashed slightly.

"Fellow Daoist, wait, the little woman is willing to hand over the high-grade spiritual weapon, and I hope that Daoyou's subordinates will show mercy." Seeing the Flame Spirit Sword getting closer and closer, he shouted helplessly.

Hearing this, the corners of Mo Yang's mouth curled slightly, he deliberately slowed down the speed of the Flame Spirit Sword, just to let him hand over the high-grade spirit weapon, after all, he was still a little unable to kill a woman.

"Hand over the high-grade spiritual weapon, but you can be spared your life below." Mo Yang controlled the Flame Spirit Sword to hang a distance of a few feet in front of him, and said lightly.

Zhou Yan saw that the Flame Spirit Sword was suspended a few feet above his head, and he had no choice but to obediently take out a palm-sized flag, which was purple all over, and there were countless traces of runes carved on the face, although no mana was entered, but its surface was already emitting a faint smoke at this time, and the flagpole was as black as ink, and there was a pitch-black dragon pattern coiled on the pole.

"I also ask Daoist friends to swear to the Great Dao, only if the little woman hands over this high-grade spiritual weapon, she will no longer attack me." Zhou Yan's face was sad.

"Well, as you wish." Mo Yang frowned slightly when he heard this, but he didn't mean to kill this woman, so he swore to the avenue.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan felt very helpless, so he had to obediently hand over this hard-won high-grade spiritual weapon to Mo Yang.

Mo Yang took it in his hand and played with it, and he was very satisfied: "So, I'm going to leave." "Say goodbye, sacrifice a flying sword and go into the air.

Looking at Mo Yang's distant figure, Zhou Yan stomped his feet hatefully, his nails dug deep into his palms unconsciously, and sighed slightly, feeling a little helpless and angry in his heart. It's more about a deep sense of powerlessness. I want to take revenge, but I don't even know who the other party is, so I'm really helpless.