Updated: 2013-07-12

When the battle on Xunqiu's side was ignited, on the other side of the mountain, the battle between Mo Ling and Zhao Soul became more and more hot and dangerous.

Bang Bang Bang!

I only heard a palpitating sound, and the rapid rubble whizzed through the side, and the big tree not far away was immediately drilled out of seven or eight finger-thick holes.

Such changes are all in the flick of a finger, and the violent energy storm has not yet ended, and the two in the confrontation have already fought again!

A fishy sweetness came from the tip of his tongue, Zhao Soul's pupils suddenly tightened, and then his face turned hideous and terrifying, and the raised pair of black and bright ghost claws, the dead qi grew again, and fiercely slammed into Mo Ling's chest.

Mo Ling's face was indifferent, without any panic, the arms wrapped in orange Gangyuan shook slightly, and when the torn claw was still a step away from the body, a heavy Gangyuan came again like a tide gathering, quickly connecting into a condensed wall of light, making the soul-devouring claw stagnate slightly.

Taking advantage of the wall of light to block it for a short time, Mo Ling's palm curled, his body did not retreat but advanced, his sleeve robe shook, and a dark yellow light swept out from his sleeve, turning into a half-human-sized rock mountain again, blasting forward.

Syllable!

The rock mountain was launched, Mo Ling stepped forward abruptly, and continued to punch to meet the attack, and the fierce moves instantly connected to the Dao Dao boxing screen. In the battle of life and death, the two of them were not ambiguous, and after a period of temptation before, they both did their best, and some killer moves were finally put on the table!

As the battle became more and more intense, the faces of Mo Ling and Zhao Soul gradually became a little difficult to look at, and the strength and combat experience displayed by the other party made them feel very troubled! Especially the collision of high-level martial arts, the huge load on the body, made the skin comparable to gold and iron sore.

The two are in the opposing camp, and now the enemies are fighting each other, and they are red-eyed. Claws, iron fists, elbows, knees, every place has become a sharp weapon of attack, every swing of the claw is a heart-to-neck tear, and every punch is a first-beating chest!

During the movement, the two turned into afterimages, and they could no longer figure out who had the upper hand, but they could only hear a sound of thunder rising into the sky from time to time, accompanied by sand and dust, and from time to time trees were torn into wooden blocks and strips, rolling and jumping in the forest.

Now......

After half a sound, the sound of footsteps sliding came, and the two in the fierce battle separated again, and the embarrassed figure no longer had the graceful and free bearing of the masters.

The neat clothes were already like tattered strips of cloth, and there were patches of blood sticking to the exposed skin, and the two pale faces stared at each other, looking for fighters, but they didn't want to show a flaw.

"It's really not easy for the Mountain Spirit Palm to exert such power, and it seems that you haven't relaxed recently. In the slightly quiet field, Zhao Soul sounded with a little hoarse voice, but immediately after, his pale old face quickly turned cold.

"But the next one, you won't be so handy!"

When the last word fell, an extremely strong momentum suddenly surged out of its body, sweeping out like a rising tide, overwhelming people.

"Are you really going to fight hard this time?!" Mo Ling's face twitched, looking at the evil eyes in front of him, his anger was not only angry, but also his heart was awe-inspiring.

The strong murderous aura that had been suppressed for a long time exploded at this time, and Zhao Soul stepped forward abruptly, turning into a black afterimage, and the distance of dozens of steps came in an instant!

The big hand suddenly clenched, and the thick gang yuan that erupted from the palm of his hand immediately extended forward, outlining a two-meter-long black scythe, the blade was surrounded by a jet-brown luster, and the sharp blade was swallowing sharp colors.

The figure flickered, and Zhao Soul reappeared, his whole body was already soaked in a strong yin and evil aura, and the sickle in his hand swung towards Lu, and the half-moon-shaped black mang quickly slashed towards Mo Ling's body.

"Gangyuan Condenser?"

Mo Ling chuckled, leaned back, and rolled in the air several times in a row, in which he divided his two palms together, and he could see an extremely sharp energy seeping out from the pores of his skin, quickly condensing, and turning into a sharp golden knife in an instant.

As soon as the golden knife appeared, there was a happy knife roar!

Sou...

Knock knock!

In an instant, the half-moon-shaped black mangs that slashed towards the slash had shot into the forest, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, almost without hindrance, and a large tree fell down after being cut off from the waist.

Mo Ling in the explosion was unambiguous, his right hand clenched, and the raised right arm took advantage of the momentum to slash down, and a golden horse surged from the blade, tearing the air towards both sides, sandwiching a roaring sonic boom, and the half-moon-shaped black light slammed into the ground.

Bang!

The trees at the junction exploded, and sawdust flew in the sky. As soon as the explosion sounded, Zhao Soul turned up, and a gray wave of qi suddenly burst out from his body, and the rich ink-colored energy quickly condensed on the sickle, and the dark luster stirred at the same time, like electricity, it flew out with the sound of zzilala.

Jump!

The soles of his feet stepped on the ground, and his body was like an unstable ball of light, rushing towards Mo Ling as fast as lightning. The inky scythe slid with a glow, leaving a light tail of light.

Looking at Zhao Soul's desperate attack, Mo Ling clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, interspersed with rapid dancing left and right, and the flying knife drew pale golden traces.

The golden knife rotated for three weeks, and finally came to an abrupt end, and a bright light rose from the blade to the sky, like a scorching sun, and a golden pillar of light had condensed out!

Such a posture is like a rivalry in the sky, and the momentum is terrifying.

Wow!

The light condensed, Mo Ling suddenly raised his head, and the next fog was a sharp split, and the sharp golden horse training brought a low explosion sound, and slammed into the scythe that poked out!

Clang!

A powerful wave of air erupted above the ground, and the rocks directly below immediately exploded into powder. The scattered arc light turned the ground into deep trenches, and even the hard bluestone burst full of cracks when touched. In just a few breaths, the already dilapidated ground was reduced to ruins with a loud rumbling sound.

"Demon Scythe Soul Hook!"

A hand reached out, the mysterious ink sickle turned in the air, Zhao Soul's right palm was slightly loose, and then five fingers and a hook, the flexible sickle rotated sharply, around the waist half a circle, and the free left arm grabbed five fingers without losing time, and slashed towards Mo Ling's head after holding the sickle handle.

However, the strange blow had not yet been fully launched, the sharp blade in Mo Ling's hand had already hooked the sickle, Mo Ling's eyes exploded, and a roar came, making the other party tremble for no reason.

Drink!

The light gold blade was just pierced in the place where the ink sickle was bent, and Mo Ling, who had changed to holding the knife with both hands, suddenly pressed forward with both hands, stacking the weight of his whole body here.

Zhao Soul only felt that his left arm was tugged, and a surging force came along the handle of the sickle, and as soon as the palm of his hand was loosened, the ink sickle flew out of his hand, like a meteor falling, and an ink mark crossed from mid-air, and it slashed into a stone ridge obliquely.

The eight-foot long sickle, with all its edge, easily submerged into the stone surface, only the tail end was exposed.

Under the blow, Mo Ling's body was like a dhar, and a rapid turn, the half-raised golden knife slashed down again, and the sharp blade that stirred up was enough to tear Zhao Soul into two pieces!

Kiss!

Zhao Soul gritted his teeth, stretched his palms through his chest, and wrapped Gangyuan on both sides, and his palms suddenly closed, just clamping the sharp blade. The beating blade at this moment is only half a palm away from the tip of its nose!

Holding the chop between his hands, Zhao Soul's body plummeted, slamming into the ground with a crisp sound, his legs were immediately inserted into the ground, and the entire soles of his feet were submerged in the soil. Immediately, the traces of cracking stretched along the footing to the periphery, crisscrossing like spider webs.

"Old Zamao, you forced me!" Looking at Mo Ling who wielded a knife to suppress him, Zhao Soul's eyes were hideous, he stared at Mo Ling with a gloomy face, and the corners of his mouth twitched on his pale face, like a doomsday curse, very fierce.

A mouthful of essence blood spit out, Zhao Soul's extremely pale face became even more sluggish, and a thick ink-colored gas quickly seeped out from the surface of his body, turning into a dense black mist, and the energy around his body immediately became violent, like a river in a storm, fluctuating violently.

Affected by it, the entire venue was cloudy, and the sky and earth quickly dimmed.

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