The raging fire dyed everything black with dead silence, and the ancient trees that could not be supported by two or three fell into the sea of fire, and the unwilling neighing sound was extremely harsh.

The Dongshan trail was full of mess, Nan Mo approached Luoyang with a cruel smile, raised his iron fist again, and was about to crash down, when a thunderous voice came from the mountain, "Don't be that devil, look at the fist!"

The sonic shook the jungle, and the burly bandit broke through the sea of fire between breaths, and instantly approached Nan Mo, closed his fists and eyebrows, pulled up a large wave of fire, and blasted out with a punch, and the dazzling fist penetrated the sea of fire, and the nine golden dragons surged and moved, opening mountains and splitting the ground, and dumping countless ancient trees.

"It's good to come!"

Seeing the furious momentum of Chang Ming's fist, Nan Mo couldn't help but praise it, didn't dodge or dodge, faced the mighty Nine Dragons, and raised his fist to blast at Chang Ming's iron fist.

The two fists were opposed, the forest was shocked, and the storm derived from the collision of spiritual power swept in all directions, and the mountains, rocks, grass and trees were all swept up into the sky, flying wildly, and did not fall again.

Luoyang was swept back a few hundred steps by the strong wind, and finally barely stabilized his body with the help of the mountain stone, took out a spirit rune from the boot, and the spiritual power was swallowed, and the spirit rune turned into golden light and rose into the air, wrapped in Long Xiang's body, and sent the young man who was swept into the air into the deep forest in the mountains, far away from the mountains and the two battlefields under the mountain.

After placing Long Xiang, Luoyang looked down at the broken sword in his palm, perceiving the sword momentum in Nanmo's body, slowly hooked the corners of his mouth, and smiled confidently, the Sumeru bag had been burned by Moyan, and now he only had this broken sword, but the situation in front of him, with this broken sword, was enough!

On the trail, the dragon roared, shouting, dull hitting sound one after another, the two burly figures fought endlessly, only attacking but not defending, fists to the flesh, each other attacked a thousand moves, the mighty golden brilliance and the magnificent magic Yan for a while, it was difficult to compete.

"Happy, happy, I didn't expect there to be a strong man like you in the world, you are very good, come to the demon world, this emperor will protect you from wealth and glory, and you will live forever!"

"Fart! Lao Tzu is free in the world, chic and happy, sip wine, take a big bite of meat, don't ask about the way of immortality, wealth can take it by yourself, what are you doing in the demon world?"

Chang Ming was dissatisfied with his fist and slammed into Nan Mo, his fists collided with each other again, Mo Yan turned into a winged tiger, roared and collided with nine swimming dragons, the aurora soared into the sky, and the rolling heat wave broke through the golden light in the sky, collapsing the mountain into a pit several feet deep.

Nan Mo calmly floated down the mountain clearing, Chang Ming took a few steps backwards to stabilize his body, behind his hands, his left hand kept rubbing his trembling right hand, enduring the pain, pretending to be a grandmaster.

"His grandmother's, you old thing is not small, it seems that I have to be serious, you are not to blame in the violent corpse wilderness, just kill and bury it!"

There was a cruel smile on the corner of Nan Mo's mouth, and he didn't say anything about Chang Ming's bluff, and closed his momentum towards Chang Ming, his palm turned over, and the immortal demon Yan turned into a sword, spear, and halberd, and the crystal blade pointed at Chang Ming's neck and chest.

"Haha, your Terran is really interesting, you are the first Terran who dares to talk to me like this in endless years, in return for pleasing me, I will give you another chance, follow me back to the Demon Realm, otherwise, die!"

"Don't blow the air, you fought well, in return for pleasing me, I can also give you a chance, go back to the demon world, otherwise, die!"

Chang Ming was just about to open his mouth to scold his mother, Luoyang carried a broken sword, staggered forward, with a lonely bravery, side by side with his brothers, and decided to live and die.

Nan Mo sneered disdainfully, and said: "A child is a child, the fighting method is not an arithmetic problem, one plus one is not necessarily greater than one!"

Before the words were dispersed by the scorching summer breeze, Nan Mo suddenly appeared in front of Luoyang, and without waiting for the two of them to react, he first swung his fist and blasted Chang Ming away, and then hung his right leg and cleaved the young man whose smile had not yet converged to the ground, raised his feet and stepped on it, cut off the bones around Luoyang, condescendingly, and roared: "Mole ants must have the consciousness of ants, give me a good lie here, otherwise, be careful that I pinch you to death!"

"Brother!"

Chang Ming, who was knocked back a few steps, was red-eyed, and roared and raised his fist to smash Nanmo.

The dragon roared over the mountains, Nan Mo really stood in place without dodging, this punch is good, but it is only good, far worse than the scholar of the Immortal League, if it is not a play, he does not need to hide at all.

Mo Yan was shocked, Nan Mo staggered half a step, and just about to sacrifice swords, guns, swords and halberds to kill Chang Ming, Luoyang, who was half-healed, turned over and stabbed dozens of swords in one go, and the sword fell to one point, and finally broke through the concussive Mo Yan and hovered in front of Nan Mo's chest.

Nan Mo looked down at the broken sword, and looked at Luoyang with disappointment in his eyes, "I've been holding back for a long time, and it's only to this extent?"

"The hidden sword is broken, Lingxiao Han, disease!"

Luoyang roared and induced the Tibetan sword technique, and the dazzling white sword qi wrapped around the broken sword suddenly erupted, and after annihilating a large number of demons, he pierced his heart, hid the sword momentum, and burst out of the sword qi, turning Ou Que's five internal organs into slag.

Mo Yan rolled over, instantly healing his internal organs, Nan Mo raised his palm and slapped Luoyang's Linghai, and sneered: "Knowingly, it's really a waste of firewood!"

Luoyang turned over and floated back, waiting for Chang Zhi to turn over and get up, his trembling palm pinched the sword technique, and the three sword potentials hidden in Nan Mo's body exploded instantly, and the sharp and incomparable Ling Xiao Open Heaven Sword Qi burst open at the same time from the heart vein, Jizhong, and Cloud Gate, three injuries and three stacks, temporarily sealing the three points and the nearby meridians.

The surging spiritual power in Nanmo's meridians suddenly stagnated, and the demons around him dispersed with the wind, and Luoyang, who was constantly retreating, took advantage of the situation to step forward, ignoring Nanmo's palm, and raised his sword to stab at the center of the demon's eyebrows, intending to exchange injuries for death.

Chang Ming, who stabilized his body, also took advantage of the momentum to fly up and jump, spinning and kicking, tearing through the void with his strength, extinguishing a large sea of fire.

"A little cautious, but unfortunately useless!"

Nan Mo grabbed the broken sword with one hand, and with the other hand, he pushed away the bandit's powerful kick, and then bent his knees and crashed into Luoyang Linghai, intending to ask Luoyang to leave the field, so as not to make waves again because of this little fox.

Luoyang raised his arms to protect his chest, and when Nan Mo was almost successful, he suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth to spit out a plain white sword qi.

The sword qi tore through the void, smashing Ou Que's head in the blink of an eye, and Nan Mo, who had no time to dodge, had to escape from the split soul, and then flashed into the air in shock, looking down at the young sword cultivator who was unable to get up on the mountain road.

"Good boy, the immortal demon Yan hides the sword, the sword in his mouth, this hidden swordsmanship has been played by you, there are two brushes, but unfortunately, I still have a spare, although this shell is not as good as Ou Yuan, but it is not bad. ”

After saying that, Nan Mo turned to float to Long Xiang who was in a faint death, swaggering all the way through the market, not wanting to hide his tracks at all.

The soul that left the body was indeed fragile, but there were no ghosts and spirits of the underworld and people born with different eyes here, and the monk who had cultivated the Dharma Eye was busy with infighting, and no one could see him directly, so he could naturally do whatever he wanted.

At this time, Luoyang, who was pretending to be pretending, slowly stood up straight, Qing Feng slashed, and a line of immortal demon Yan swept through the void, the timing and angle were impeccable, and Nan Mo's split soul just collided head-on and was annihilated by Demon Yan.

"The sea of red dust and bitterness, the flesh is a boat, the boat is broken, you ...... Still want to live?"

Luoyang slowly put away his sword and returned it to its sheath, a smile on the corner of his mouth, his indifferent eyes swept across the void, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of pride.

In this cold and boring black and white world, there is only absolute truth, and any false cover-up has no place, so how can you not see Nanmo's movements?

Chang Ming grinned and gave Luoyang a thumbs up from the mountains.

The grandmaster defeated the demon master, this stubborn young man who has never known how to retreat seems to have done something very remarkable again, and he is indeed worthy of pride.

In the capital of Great Xia, the Xia Emperor with gray temples sat behind the bookcase, looking at the Kunlun Mountain in the projection, clenching his fists, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of hope, this battle is related to the future fate of the world, if Kunlun wins, the night that has shrouded the world for nearly a thousand years will usher in the rising sun.

"Daddy, the Immortal League has also moved, are we really not sending troops?"

On the side of Emperor Xia, the inexplicably handsome twenty-eight young man put down the messenger in his hand, and was very unoptimistic about the war-filled Kunlun Mountain.

The Five Factions and the Immortal Alliance are just the beginning, and no one can guess how many forces are still hidden behind the scenes, intending to rush forward when Kunlun is defeated, and work together to completely erase this ancient Dao system from the world.

Emperor Xia smiled bitterly and shook his head, stared at Kunlun in the projection, and explained softly: "We help Kunlun now, and Kunlun will not be able to let Great Xia perish in the future......"

"Daxia is too old to fit the current world, and the reason why he has survived so far is to wait for today, just to be able to see Kunlun come to the world with his own eyes. ”

"Child, you remember, the dynasty is not the dynasty of a certain clan, the dynasty will always be the dynasty of the human race, my Xia clan can be destroyed, Great Xia can die, the human race, can not be defeated!"

"Yes, the child obeys the teachings. ”

"That's fine, let's keep reading, remember that this group of Merry Sword Immortals who speak for the weak after the Emperor, they are the last hope......"

"Yes. ”

With tears in his eyes, the young man had no intention of the Kunlun battle situation, staring at his father's rickety back, clenching his fists in private, the matter was man-made, he still wanted to fight, for his father, for the soldiers of the Ten Directions, Xia, he couldn't die!