"Hehe, Wuchen is also releasing water, is this still a battle to the death around the mountain? It's just a big play, it's boring. ”

Itgrad muttered dissatisfiedly, his gaze withdrew from the clouds, and after thinking about it, he tilted his head and looked at Luoyang in the mountains, it was better to watch this little guy being abused than to watch those old and cunning guys playing.

The second-generation little uncle duels against the second-generation demon emperor, both superior and dead, although for the time being, the second generation of the little uncle unilaterally tortured and killed, but always feels that the last loss is the demon emperor, after all, the human body is not comparable to the demon body, like this to urge the immortal demon Yan, the body can't resist for too long.

The mountain wind fluttered, the fine flames flew in the air, Nan Mo kept waving his fists, his fists fell like rain, and the Sauvignon Blanc and Looks-like memories that began to be waved gradually converged, and finally he could only passively block the fists that kept coming, and the white-gold sword qi gradually dimmed......

"Withered!"

"Lost God!"

"Annihilation!"

"Nothing!"

Nan Mo threw four punches in one go, and the stubborn dim sword qi shattered into a streamer, Luoyang was blasted high, and then smashed down, and was blasted away, and finally was heavily chiseled into the ground with a punch.

The long bluestone steps shattered into countless pieces, and Luoyang's entire person was embedded in the earth, and the magnificent immortal demon Yan trickled under the skin, repairing the broken muscles and bones.

Nan Mo smiled disdainfully, raised his feet and fell, the remnants in the pit were shattered, Luoyang appeared behind Nan Mo, collected the sword and returned it to the sheath, and the hidden sword momentum exploded, before he could draw his sword and slash, Nan Mo's iron fist had already attacked.

Urging the Instant Shadow to dodge the iron fist, Luoyang poured all his current spiritual power into this sword, and roared and drew his sword to slash horizontally, the dazzling sword light finally tore through the slightly thin layer of Immortal Demon Yan, and cut a deep sword mark on Ou Que's body.

Nan Mo didn't launch an offensive, he looked up to the sky and laughed, and the injuries on his body continued to heal under the healing of Immortal Demon Yan.

"It's really a good target, Terran, you're not bad, you're a genius, but if you provoke the wrong person, you still have to die!"

The sound fell, the Immortal Demon Yan burned even more violently, Nan Mo suddenly appeared in front of Luoyang, and without waiting for the boy to react, a punch hit the young man's chest and abdomen, and the violent energy broke out of the body, the sternum, internal organs, and spine were all shattered by this punch, and the Immortal Demon Yan instantly swept away all the spiritual power that was born in Luoyang's body, which was able to pull the young man back from the brink of death.

In the open space of the Holy Mountain, Nan Nuo, who was practicing swordsmanship, made a move, covered her chest and fell to the ground, her face was painful, her facial features were tangled, she knew that Luoyang almost died at that moment!

"Damn bastard!"

Nan Nuo roared and turned into purple flames, and before he could take off, he was slapped on the shoulder by Old Man Yang, his eyes rolled, and he passed out.

"Master, is she okay, sister?"

Nan Yi's eyes were nervous, and he approached Nan Nuo's side with two copper pillars with great effort, and looked carefully, the eyebrows were full of thoughts and sorrows.

"Damn Luoyang, Wang Ba ......"

"Shut up and practice hard!"

Old man Yang raised his eyebrows angrily, looking at the immortal demon Yan fluttering on the top of the mountain, his eyes looked through the endless space, looking at Nan Mo's back, and broke through the boundary, "Nan Mo, do you need Nan to leave to pick you up?"

"No need, the country can't be left without an owner for a day, if I can escape, I can escape, if I can't escape, wait for the next time, I must not let the Demon Emperor be in danger, this is an order!"

"Yes, I wish you all the best, and the old man has a lot of words, Nanno, that is, your granddaughter is very precious to that Terran cub, I advise you to be merciful. ”

After saying that, Old Man Yang bowed to the Immortal Demon Yan, and drew a circle around Nan Nuo with his stick, temporarily blocking her perception of Luoyang.

This stupid girl doesn't want to think about it, now the Six Realms are staring at Kunlun, she is not going to save Luoyang at this time, but to harm Luoyang.

Hearing Old Man Yang's words, Nan Mo hadn't been launching an offensive for a long time, looking at the weak young man who couldn't get up, Nan Mo was even more annoyed, reached out and grabbed Luoyang's neck, and roared and poured him into the pit again.

"You lowly human race, you weak waste, how can you be virtuous?

Nanmo's shouting echoed in Luoyang's ears, Luoyang was powerless, just stubbornly waved Sauvignon Blanc, although he couldn't cause any injuries to Nanmo, he still waved stubbornly......

This sword is Luoyang's answer.

Nan Mo looked at the swaying Sauvignon Blanc, raised his feet in anger, and stomped Luoyang's arms back and forth.

The young man's stubborn palm finally let go, and the Sauvignon Blanc was wrapped in the magic Yan and slowly floated, the blade returned to the sheath, and it rotated and inserted into the mountain stone not far away.

"You're too weak to use my demon sword!"

"Give me back my sword, or I'll kill you!"

Luoyang stubbornly raised his head, his eyes flashed red, and in a trance, he saw a void, and endless monsters rushed towards him......

"Kill me, you shit?"

Nanmo kicked Luoyang away again, dodged to intercept it in the air, raised his foot and stepped Luoyang into the ground again, with a roar, the spider-web-like cracks on the mountain road scattered into the mountain forest.

Luoyang opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood, his face became iron-blue, some couldn't breathe, his palms slowly clenched, and those strange-shaped monsters continued to fall, gradually submerging him, overpowering, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense......

Itgrad frowned suddenly, the palm of the hand twisting the Buddha beads suddenly stopped, the dark eyes turned into dazzling gold, and the vast Buddha light rose into the air, rendering all the mountains and forests around the mountain road into brilliant gold.

Zhang Junbao raised his eyebrows, looked at the sword intent that echoed with Luoyang in the sword mound, and said softly: "The emperor is not in a hurry, the monk is in a hurry, the old man Qingxu and his brothers are not in a hurry, what are you anxious about?"

"He's going to die, that magic sword can't save his life, and the immortal demon can't save his life. ”

"Death and life are predestined by heaven, who is clearly written in the book of life and death, the essence of cultivation is to take his life against the sky, today you can save him here, what about tomorrow? This road can only rely on oneself, rely on the destiny of heaven!"

"Amitabha ......"

Zhang Junbao didn't wait for Itgrad to finish reciting the Buddha's name and spoke again, "Oh, listen to me, don't move, he can't die, there will be a good show to watch later." As he spoke, he grabbed the old monk's wrist with confidence.

Itgrad raised his eyebrows, and secretly exerted his strength to shout with Zhang Junbao, and he could only make a move if he could get away, otherwise he would only be stopped by Zhang Junbao again.

There is one bull nose in this world, which one is Zhang Junbao?

The golden and blue brilliance collided, the streamer was brilliant in the deep forest, and the earth under the feet of a monk gradually shattered, Nan Mo tilted his head and glanced at the monk who was secretly fighting the law, smiled proudly, and stepped on Luoyang under his feet again, and then lifted him high like a chicken, and the immortal demon Yan flowed through Luoyang's whole body, unraveling all the secret spells planted by Nannuo.

"This is a lesson, Luoyang, I advise you to cut the green silk as soon as possible. ”

"Hehe, no way, Nanno is mine!"

Luoyang said stubbornly, his eyes were scarlet, the Heavenly Sword Technique in his body was running faster and faster, the meridians around his body were constantly cracking, the repair speed of the Immortal Demon Yan was gradually exhausted, and the heart-rending pain was exchanged for a more powerful sword momentum, tearing Nan Mo's Demon Yan apart out of thin air.

Nan Mo threw another punch with great dissatisfaction, Luoyang arched his back weakly, and his blood-stained white clothes were burned to ashes by Mo Yan, leaving his body full of burns and scorching and pungent.

Looking at the weak Luoyang, Nan Mo tilted his head and looked at the sword mound under the mountain, just about to think about the broken formation, the sleeping soul of Fa Ou suddenly revived, the immortal demon Yan drifted away in a trance, and the body began to reject Nan Mo's distraction.

"Don't worry, he's going to die, when I break the damn curse, I'll kill him, and he can't leave anyway, don't worry, don't worry......"

Nan Mo muttered softly, and Ou Que's spiritual fluctuations calmed down, and the discomfort that drove his body away with the wind.

Before the Immortal Demon Yan could be ignited again, the long sword in Luoyang's palm pierced Ou Que's acupoint, and the frosty blade was dyed red, and the sharp sword intent was silently hidden in Ou Que's body.

"You shouldn't let me live, if I don't die, you will die!" Luoyang pulled out his sword, stabbed Nan Mo in the heart again, and hid his sword momentum again.

"I underestimated you, but...... This sword of yours should not be stabbed to the heart, it should be stabbed to the sea of knowledge!"

Nan Mo broke the long sword with his strength, and blasted Luoyang away with his fist, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he smiled brightly.

He thought of a far better way than studying alone, it was impossible for the sword of Kunlun Mountain to cut this spell, exchanging life for life, presumably Qingxu would not refuse.