The giant fist collided with the ice dragon, and a loud bang spread along with the rolling clouds.

Whether it is Lin Mochen or the people around him, they are all within the twists and turns.

Shrink yourself behind the Silver Que Sword to counter the aftermath of power.

With almost no resistance at all, Lin Mochen's heavy sword was instantly lifted into the air, and a mouthful of blood sprayed into the air, quickly evaporating.

"Xiaolinzi!"

It seems that this time only the beauty can save the hero.

The thought flashed through his mind, and his eyes were long closed.

What Lin Mochen didn't know was that the frozen filthy qi in the sky also became restless at this time, turning into a tornado, frantically gathering the filthy qi in the air, and then sinking towards the middle of the sinking corpse abyss.

And this force was not affected by the aftermath of the battle between the two at all, and even quickly absorbed the aftermath of the battle as it rotated.

On the other side of the aftermath, Han Xingluo, her hair was blown up, and the red-clothed clothes on her body were hunting, but there was a hint of a smile on her face, and she had no time to take care of Lin Mochen.

The battlefield between the two was already on the edge of the Corpse Abyss, and the direction that Lin Mochen fell in was the real Corpse Abyss.

Countless corpses, or white, or gray, or pitch black......

He was swept up from the abyss of the sunken corpse and disappeared into a tornado of filthy air.

The strong pulling force behind him made Lin Mochen's heart palpitate, and his mental power was released, but as soon as he went out, he was shattered and disappeared into the filthy air.

In this ten-thousandth of an instant, Lin Mochen still saw it clearly.

This is......

A message poured out of Lin Mochen's mind, there are ten thousand qi in heaven and earth, whether good or evil. The extreme of righteousness is the righteousness of Haoran, and the extreme of evil is the injustice and filth in front of us.

Ecstasy is the final end.

Zombies have no soul and no soul, but there is no escape.

The Yinque Sword in his hand tightened a few points again, and "Nine Heavens and Eighteen Strikes" and "Liuyun Sword Technique" appeared in his sword moves one after another, leading to a general trend of heaven and earth.

Rumble!

Lin Mochen is body was shocked, and the boundless power fell on his body, and a mouthful of blood qi spit out again, and his body quickly fell to the ground.

Five miles, four miles...... One mile ......

300 meters, 100 meters......

Lin Mochen's already shriveled body completely collapsed, as if it was a piece of tissue paper.

The internal organs in the body were shattered, and even the bones that were barely rotten were turned into powder.

The power of the Fallen Coffin has been compressed deep in the bone marrow.

"The momentum of the nine heavens, the momentum of the vertical earth, melt!"

Ignoring the joy of the breakthrough of the sword momentum, Lin Mochen once again exerted the sword momentum to the extreme.

Fifty meters, a distance that could almost be said to be non-existent for him, is now the distance between life and death.

The fusion of the two potentials requires at least comprehending the power of the two potentials.

Just now, Lin Mochen directly crossed the threshold of one and a half percent and directly bought two percent, if others knew about it, they would definitely be shocked.

One to two percent is not a doubling of strength, but a tenfold increase.

Before, Lin Mochen was able to fight against Xia Jian with the help of Sword Spirit Ether, but now he can fight against the other party as long as he uses his own strength.

Provided, of course, that his physical body can withstand this force.

"Hold it for me!"

The strength he revealed was ten times stronger, but the power of the Bad Air Tornado was more than ten times stronger.

As long as he wanted, he could feel the bones in the filthy air when he stretched out his hand.

From time to time, objects of other colors flashed in the pitch-black filth, but they quickly disappeared.

The third girl looked at Lin Mochen on the edge of the filthy qi, her eyes were full of helplessness.

It's not that they don't want to save it, it's that they can't save it at all.

If a person can't get over, he naturally can't stretch out his hand, and as soon as the magic weapon on his body comes out, it will be corroded, destroyed, and rendered useless in the filth.

"We can only watch Xiao Linzi ......" Dong Shi's voice was full of tears, and his face was full of remorse.

She never thought that Lin Mochen, who had been treated coldly, would actually be the last attitude between them.

A glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in the eyes of Lord Mingling, and he took out the seal of blood, which was Lin Mochen's palm print.

I saw her lips and teeth move, and she opened her mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, all of which fell on it, exuding endless blood qi, and a dark power twitched from the void and spread in the direction of Lin Mochen.

The power of the Bloodline Seal!

As soon as this power appeared, Lin Mochen suddenly felt a glimmer of hope.

The body that was falling towards the abyss of the corpse was a little slower, but only a point.

"Let me in!"

Lin Mochen, who was three feet from the ground, plunged the Silver Que Sword into the dirt with his backhand, resisting the power of the filthy tornado.

"Yes, it works. The third girl was a little surprised.

However, in an instant, Lord Mingling's face became extremely ugly.

The sensation in the dark became fainter and fading until it disappeared.

She looked down at the bloodline seal in her hand, and the handprint on it was no longer the bright red it used to be, but exuded a rich black aura. The originally smooth scroll had dense cracks on it, especially the location of the handprint, and it was almost impossible to find a square millimeter intact.

As soon as the power in the air receded, Lin Mochen felt it, and the pulling force on his body was three points stronger again.

Although he didn't know what that power was, he understood that it was consumed by filthy energy.

The world's best atmosphere is no joke.

Shen Corpse Abyss, even Ming Zheng didn't want to be involved, otherwise the bones inside would have been taken out long ago.

The heavy sword was clenched in both hands, but it was still pulled inch by inch.

In front, a ten-meter-long rift has been plowed out by the heavy sword.

"If you don't make a move, you will be ruined in the abyss. ”

Lin Mochen poured all his mental power into the heavy sword.

"You lied to me. "Ether's voice is extremely strange, it seems to be very flat, but you can feel the resentment in it, and there are many indescribable emotions.

"Sword Momentum, the real Great Sword Momentum, the Sword Ancestor has been looking for billions of years of genius. ”

"Hurry up!" The crisis situation made Lin Mochen have no time to listen to him.

"You deceived me, and you want me to save you!" Sword Spirit Ether suddenly sneered.

"You want to die with me?"

"Haha, you think too highly of yourself. Do you know the material of the Yinque Sword? The star core of the collapsed star has been tempered by the ten thousand fires of heaven and earth, and has been tempered by ten thousand waters of heaven and earth. In terms of solidity, even the medium-grade treasures are not as good as me. What can I endure with a mere filth?"

"Are you going to take a risk?"

Lin Mochen was helpless, but now his sobriety was no longer under his control.

Ten meters, a distance that will disappear in a moment.

At this moment, the Silver Que Sword trembled violently.

"Are you scared too, let's go in together!"

Lin Mochen used his last strength to clench the Yinque Sword and fall towards the Sinking Corpse Abyss.

A pitch-black scroll shattered in front of the three women, scattered into fragments.