The movement of the battle between the two sides was very large, and the speed of the two was extremely fast, and Hu Yuwei couldn't even see their figures clearly in the distance, not to mention that it was more important to save their lives at this time.

Although Chen Changan and Mo Zhe have already fought more than a dozen moves, they are very fast, and these dozen moves are just a stick of incense.

The two finally broke away and stood more than ten meters away looking at each other.

Chen Changan patted the dust left on his body in the battle just now, looked at Mo Zhe in front of him lightly, and said casually with a disdainful expression, "You have some dishes, how did you become the leader of a legion." ”

"Less self-inflicted, now I'm serious. ”

Mo Zhe said unwillingly to Chen Changan's ridicule.

At this time, Mo Zhe was really a bit miserable to be honest, not to mention that his other good-looking face was ruined by Chen Changan, and he didn't know where his nose went.

The eyes were even more swollen, a big bag, and even bruised.

There is no longer the appearance of England before.

is diametrically opposed to Chen Changan's uninjured appearance.

Seeing this, it is no wonder that Chen Changan would mock Mo Zhe so arrogantly, it is really too miserable for Mo Zhe.

But Hu Yuwei, who is far away, doesn't think so, her own strength is untestable, and she easily defeated the city lord of Luoyang City, Wang Xiong, the pavilion master of the Jindan period monk, but now she is easily suppressed, and even falls into disadvantage.

As soon as she thought of this, Hu Yuwei sighed at Chen Changan's strength, and he refreshed Hu Yuwei's cognitive outlook again and again. This man, who had come to her restaurant a few times, turned out to be such a powerful monk, almost one of the most powerful existences in Zhao State.

The other four people on the side all frowned, looking at Mo Zhe worriedly. Because they know that this is their pavilion master, if the pavilion master loses, they don't even need to think about the result.

"Chen Changan, do you really think you are strong?"

"Today you completely me off. ”

Mo Zhe's face was hideous, and he roared at Chen Changan.

When did he Mo Zhe suffer such anger, a wave of anger rose, Mo Zhe had already decided not to kill Chen Changan in this life, he swore not to be a man! Even everyone who saw him like this today had to die!

Mo Zhe took out a silver long sword from his storage ring, the sword was three feet long, smooth and sharp, it looked like iron was sharpened like mud, and the long sword also exuded an icy cold air, the cold air was pressing, and it was visible to the naked eye. Even the surrounding air was frozen into frost by the cold air emitted by the long sword.

When this sword was taken out by Mo Zhe, a powerful cold intent spread out all around, enveloping the scope of the City Lord's Mansion, and even making all the houses in the City Lord's Mansion and the water surface of the small lake instantly form a thick layer of ice.

This sword is cold, Mo Zhe's companion spiritual weapon.

A sword is cold, and a hundred miles of grass are not left.

"Atri. ”

"Shhh ”

The cold air hit, Chen Changan gasped, and his whole body instantly shivered and sneezed. "It's so cold," Chen Changan complained in his heart.

And the five Hu Yuwei in the distance suffered, they did not have such a strong body as Chen Changan, nor did they have the powerful mana of Jindan monks, the cold air came to their bodies very uncomfortable, even if they tried their best to resist with their own mana, but still made their clothes have a thick layer of ice on them.

At this time, the corners of their mouths turned purple, their hands and feet began to stiffen, and their consciousness was slowly disappearing. It seems that if they are not cured, it will not be long before they die.

"Chen Chang'an takes his life!"

Mo Zhe waved the Jun Han Sword in his hand, his face was full of anger, and he shouted Chen Changan's name in his mouth.

The Jun Han Sword in Mo Zhe's hand slashed towards Chen Changan with an extreme cold aura.

Seeing Mo Zhe getting closer and closer, Chen Changan naturally couldn't be indifferent, as for why?

But this cold air made Chen Changan's hands and feet stiffen a little, and he didn't dodge this sword for a while.

Well, in desperation, Chen Changan stretched out his two palms and used a set of empty-handed actions to catch the white blade and clamp Mo Zhe's Jun Han sword.

When his palms touched the blade of the sword, Chen Changan felt a chill.

But fortunately, his body is strong, and there is no big problem for a while. But his clothes were miserable.

Chen Changan really didn't expect this chill to be so cold, his clothes had begun to freeze directly, and even now they could be turned into pieces with a slight touch from the other party.

Seeing that Chen Changan easily caught the blow of his Jun Han Sword, Mo Zhe frowned, he didn't think that the other party's physical strength was so strong, and his Jun Han Sword didn't have the upper hand for a while. But Mo Zhe didn't believe in evil, and continued to release his mana to inject into Jun Han's sword.

Chen Changan's brows were tightly closed, because he felt the coldness in his palm getting bigger and bigger, and even made his body feel a little cold.

Chen Changan began to panic, not that Mo Zhe was too powerful, but Chen Changan began to worry about his clothes, and there were a few big girls around Nima watching.

The thought of every time I fight, my clothes will be torn or even shattered. So after arriving in Luoyang City, he spent a lot of money to buy a piece of clothing made of high-grade materials, and since he put it on, Chen Changan has been fighting, and his clothes have not been torn once.

But this time it's different!

The opponent's strength is too strong, and his own clothes can't withstand it.

Forget it normally, now there are people!

When Chen Changan was worried about clothes, he really came to whatever he wanted.

"Hoo ......"

The chill was so great that his clothes were blown by the wind and instantly shattered into ice.

revealed Chen Changan's sturdy body, that perfect figure, and strong and powerful abdominal muscles that were even as clear as a ruler.

It's a pity that he has a plain face.

It makes this picture less beautiful.

Chen Changan saw that his clothes were no longer secure, and he was no longer ambiguous with Mo Zhe, and used an extremely fast speed, so that even Mo Zhe couldn't see the shadow of the fist. Hit Mozhe in the abdomen.

"Boom. ”

Mo Zhe flew out with the Jun Han Sword, and did not stop until he flew a few hundred meters away.

"Ahem, ahem. ”

Mo Zhe spat blood from his mouth, and pressed his other hand on the abdomen that was pierced by Chen Changan's punch.

At this time, there was a fist-sized hole in his abdomen, and even the internal organs could be seen, and the blood could not stop flowing from there.

The pain made Mo Zhe tremble, and when he looked at his eyes, he couldn't stop relaxing, except for Chen Changan, who was unharmed by his clothes, the more Mo Zhe felt weak.

He couldn't help the other party with all his strength, which made him feel a great sense of frustration.

But he didn't panic, if it was to meet such a powerful enemy in peacetime. Mo Zhe left without saying a word.

But today it's his home stadium, the home he has been planning for 50 years.

Even if Chen Chang'an is strong, he can't help him now, but don't forget the blood-colored vortex above his head.

With it, Mo Zheding made Chen Changan pay a bloody price.

Mo Zhe struggled to get up, enduring the severe pain on his body. Looking at the blood-colored vortex in the sky where there was no longer a blood shadow bat sending death.

Mo Zhe let out a mad laugh.

He injected mana from all over his body into the blood-colored vortex in the sky, and recited a strange incantation.

After receiving Mo Zhe's mana, the blood-colored vortex began to change.

I saw that this blood-colored vortex began to shrink inside, and even squeezed.

This huge blood-colored vortex was visible to the naked eye and was generally getting smaller, and in the blink of an eye, this huge blood-colored vortex shrank into a fist-sized size.

This smaller blood color looks more like a fruit, a blood-red fruit when you look closely.

When the fruit was finished, it flew into Mozhe's hand.

Looking at the fruit in his hand, Mo Zhe forgot the pain on his body and showed a fanatical expression.

Blood Fruit.

Who would have known that this fist-sized blood fruit was gathered with the blood of tens of millions of people in Sunsetting City.

The refining method of this fruit was obtained by Mo Zhe in that Blood Cultivation Secret Realm.

Legend has it that only by eating this fruit can you advance to become the legendary Yuan Baby.

For the sake of this fruit, Mozhe planned for fifty years.

But in order to get this fruit, it was worth it for fifty years.

Mo Zhe swallowed the blood fruit without hesitation, and immediately used his mana to refine this blood fruit.