The white-clothed man who trapped the black dragon's left claw waved his left hand, and shot out a white light towards Mo Ming. Mo Ming made a "human language". But how can the power of immortals be able to compete with the power of mortals, although the momentum is extraordinary, but the difference in strength is there, and the victory or defeat is only instantaneous.

Mo Ming's chest was hit by white light, and her body fell to the ground. Those swords really had spirits, and they flew one after another, forming steps, giving Mo Ming a place to stay. But the impact of the white light was too strong, and Mo Ming still couldn't help but take a few steps back when he landed, and almost fell upside down to the ground.

The white-clothed man who shot snorted coldly: "If it weren't for the fact that I had already formed a pill, I would have to pinch you to death with my own hands!"

This sound strange, but then Mo Ming touched his chest, and he didn't even leave a single mark of impact, which was incomprehensible.

Mo Ming was repelled by a blow, but Zhong Xihou was not so lucky.

He floated backwards, and then shot at the injured white cloth, raised the sword in his hand, and the long blade of the Picking Rose axe was facing downward, slashing down fiercely. The injured white clothes couldn't help frowning, and sneered in his heart, this black-faced ant is really speechless, how can he be so ignorant of life and death.

didn't wait for the injured white cloth to make a move, the senior brother beside him took action on his behalf.

Unlike the white light that came out before, he directly waved his sword finger, and a flying sword flew out from the sword box behind him, shooting towards Zhong Xihou. Zhong Xihou's rose-picking axe had already been split, and it looked at the gossip pattern that appeared again. This sword is fierce, and a small gap has appeared in the gossip pattern.

didn't wait to be proud, the flying sword was approaching, Zhong Xihou dodged in time, and still a bloody cut was cut on his left arm.

The flying sword spun around in the air and shot at Zhongxihou again. Zhong Xihou had to smile bitterly, helpless about the gap between immortals and mortals. It was crushed by the black dragon a few days ago, and tonight it was played with by this group of whites. The face of his overlord in the West was really swept away.

But at this moment, a flying sword flew with lightning speed, opposite to the flying sword of the white-clothed immortal. When the sword light dissipated, I saw clearly that the sword was the spirit sword called a dream of mountains and rivers.

"Little monkey, don't be distracted, these dolls have just woken up, and their abilities are too poor to fight with these immortals for a long time. ”

A voice came from Zhong Xihou's head, and the voice seemed a little struggling. He understood that it was the orange-robed woman who awakened the sword spirits among these spirit swords, so that these spirit swords really became spirit swords.

Zhong Xihou's left palm was facing upwards and raised it into the air, and the rich goose yellow sword qi emitted and converged. The white-clothed immortals couldn't help but be surprised when they saw Zhong Xihou's actions. Where is this sword qi, this is clearly the power of the wind spirit, which is extremely difficult to control among thousands of spiritual powers!

"Don't hurt him!"

The white cloth who trapped the dragon's head hurriedly said, this person has a handsome face, and it is difficult to compare with Li Ganghong, a green-shirted guest. There was a flame pattern in the center of his eyebrows, and those eyes looked at Zhong Xihou, shooting out a divine light, as if he had discovered a magnificent treasure.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the other immortal of the sword also stopped in an instant, and his flying sword also flew back and was included in the sword box.

These people stopped moving, but Zhong Xihou didn't plan to stop. The goose yellow sword qi converged to the limit of his bearing, and then the goose yellow sword qi gradually transformed, and the shape was like a dancing sword. Then his left hand waved down, and the dancing sword formed by the goose yellow sword qi shot towards the group of white-clothed people, and its momentum was thunderous and the wind roared for thousands of miles.

The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky was still happy, but he also understood that the black-faced man's move was no longer the power of the human world and should not be underestimated. He couldn't help but let go of the sword in his hand, and took the initiative to fly towards the dancing sword formed by the goose yellow sword. In front of him, two or three appeared, a total of eight gossip patterns of different colors.

The goose yellow sword qi fell with a sword, and the eight gossip patterns shattered one by one, until the last one was cracked, but until the dancing sword transformed by the goose yellow sword qi completely dissipated, the cracked gossip patterns were still not broken. And looking at the white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky, his forehead and sideburns were already covered with fine sweat. It took a lot of immortal power to resist before I thought about it.

Looking at Zhong Xihou again, the robe on his body that had been destroyed by the fight with the sleeping mountain cow had been soaked with sweat, and his face was also wet with sweat. His chest heaved heavily, panting, and when he looked at his eyes again, his eyelids were slightly heavy, as if it was difficult to support them anymore.

"Worthy of the immortal ······"

The words fell, as if he was exhausted, his eyes closed, the power of resisting the wind was difficult to continue, and his body fell.

When this height falls, there is no cripple, only death.

The figure of the white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky flickered and appeared on Zhong Xihou's side. He held the black-faced man and slowly fell. Although his face was also full of exhaustion, the happy and smiling face remained unchanged.

Mo Ming looked strange, the immortals who came this time really puzzled him. repelled himself, but did not hurt himself at all, repelled Zhong Xihou, but saved him from falling.

But without the blessing of the immortal power of the white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky, it was difficult for his spirit sword to maintain the colorful chains, the black dragon just raised its head, the chains shattered, and the spirit sword also fell. The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky made a move, and the spirit sword flew back into his hand.

The injured white-clothed immortal was really puzzled, and asked with a little anger: "Senior brother, if you behave like this, if you ruin the great affairs of the ancestor, how can we go back to the errand?"

The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky was disdainful in his tone, and said: "This black dragon has now been knocked down to the realm, but it is not much different from us, if the eight of us can't subdue him, what kind of face do we have to go back to the sect?

A white-clothed immortal who was more beautiful than a woman agreed with his senior brother's words, but the most important thing for them to come over this time was to bring back the Zhenpai Spirit Sword that the sect had left behind for the ancestor, if it was because this black-faced swordsman had missed a major event, it would indeed be difficult to deal with it.

"Senior brother, since he passed out, he will surrender this black dragon first. If we move more slowly, I'm afraid that those old guys in heaven will be displeased. ”

The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky loves talents, but he knows the purpose of this trip very clearly, and his body jumps back to his original position.

The beautiful white-clothed immortal then said to Mo Ming: "Little doll, you have offended you several times, and we have never made a move on you. You should also know that we have no malicious intentions, but we are here to retrieve the spirit sword of the town sect that has been left behind by the sect. Retrieved the spirit sword, and will leave. Looking at the original appearance of your Zhuangzi, you also have a solid family background, and if you destroy some buildings, it will not be a big loss. In this way, don't delay our business any longer. ”

From Mo Ming's heart, if it was just the black dragon that was captured, and the Mo family would be peaceful from now on, he wouldn't care. But just as he was about to sit and watch the white-clothed immortals trap the black dragon, and finally take it away after consuming the black dragon's strength, an anxious voice came from behind him.

"Ming'er, you can't let them take this black dragon with them!"

Mo Ming turned around and saw his mother, the county lord running towards him. Beside her were Tiger Guy, Mo Qu'er, and three black-clothed people.

"Mother, why?"

The county lord's expression had never been so flustered, but her tone was still firm, and she said, "Ming'er, even if my Mo family is destroyed today, they can't be allowed to take this black dragon away!"

Mo Ming was puzzled, but then she smiled. He nodded, and his response to his mother's words was only a "good" word.

"The Mo family's sword-bearer, Mo Ming, ask the immortals for advice!"

As he spoke, the sword in his hand slashed across the palm of his left hand, staining the blade with blood. That Mo Yu sword, it's open!

This time, it was different, this Mo Yu sword, which was like a prop in the hands of a trickster in the rivers and lakes, changed its color again. This time, even the lord of the county has never seen the color.

The Mo Yu sword in Mo Ming's hand is black and white, symmetrical and uniform.

Then Mo Ming only felt that the position of the middle point of the body became hot and hot, as if it had been stuffed into a hot iron bead, which burned Mo Ming's forehead and sideburns, and even sweat oozed out of his whole body. In just a few moments, his hair, his face, and his robe were all covered with sweat.

The eighteen veins of the Qi source continued to exude Qi, and this black and white Mo Yu sword continued to absorb those Qi. After a half-pillar of incense like this, Mo Ming felt better.

But after so much time, the black dragon is almost exhausted and will be subdued.

Mo Ming's eyes were bloodshot, like a powerful ghost from the Eastern Netherworld, dragging the dancing sword and running quickly towards the group of white-clothed immortals. Then he jumped up, and this leap was more than ten zhang, and he couldn't help but startle the white-clothed immortal who had beaten him back.

Mo Yu's sword slashed, and the sword moves used in urging had never been seen before. The black and white mixed Qi enveloped the Mo Yu Sword, and the Qi gradually transformed into a black and white two-color Mo Yu Sword about the same size as the Dancing Goose Sword that Zhong Xihou had transformed into before.

This sword slash was terrifying, and the white-clothed people couldn't help but take the initiative to withdraw the magic circle and dispersed. The injured white-clothed immortal didn't know if he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out today, and the other brothers and sisters narrowly avoided it, but the huge black and white Mo Yu sword slashed over and was hit by a forced back.

This sword should have cut off the person, but the injured white-clothed immortal took this sword, but there was no sign of injury. Although he did not cut him in half with a sword, nor did it hurt him, the power was there. The hapless immortal flew out again and disappeared.

The remaining white-clothed immortals actually tacitly agreed and said in unison: "I am merciful!"

I am merciful, this is the name of the sword of Mo Ming. But this sword has no moves, it can be a slash, a stab, or a pick.

"Little doll, where did you steal my demon mercy!"

Mo Ming's body slowly fell to the ground, falling at such a height, and there was no life. But Mo Ming fell, fell on one knee, not to mention disability, and the basic cramps and feet did not occur.

He asked coldly: "Then dare to ask you, as an immortal, you send people to torture and kill mortals and take away people's finances." Dare to ask, what is an immortal, how to match the word immortal!"