As soon as the thought in his heart came up, countless pieces of ice appeared in the air, and these ice chips were frozen with similar shapes, an illusory sword shadow.

The first layer of "Nameless Sword Style", the phantom, returned in vain.

It was expected, but Lin Mochen couldn't help but feel a little more flustered in his heart.

Unlike other exercises, there is no difference between strength and weakness in each move of "Nameless Sword Style", it depends on speed, even if it is the last layer of True Shadow No Sword, except for the different forms, there is no other stronger place.

"A good set of phantom sword techniques allowed me to use fifty percent of my strength. In that case, I won't treat you with less than fifty percent of my strength in the future. ”

There was a hint of interest in Qing Yi's eyes, but he was quickly covered by a cold look.

Fifty percent, don't you want to use all your strength?

Lin Mochen was not unhappy at all to be despised, but hoped that the other party would despise him a little more.

The heavy sword in his hand was swung faster, sword after sword, like the water of a river stretching endlessly.

Qingyi's footsteps did not move, and his hands kept flapping, freezing and destroying the true and false sword shadows, and the air was sprinkled with holes of broken ice.

Fifty moves later, a slow layer of broken ice had been laid on the ground, and the temperature in the cave had dropped rapidly.

What made Lin Mochen more and more dignified was that the blood qi consumption outside his body was several times greater out of thin air. At this moment, the blood qi in his body had been consumed by nearly thirty percent.

"If you continue like this, you will not wait to be defeated by him, and you will be exhausted and defeated. ”

Twenty into five blood supports fifty moves, and a full fight counts two hundred moves.

Looking at the other party's leisurely expression, Lin Mochen knew that these two hundred moves might have to be discounted by more than seven percent.

"No, I'm just trying to support a thousand moves under his hands, not to defeat him, so why bother to move all my strength, and the moves will fail. ”

Thinking of this, Lin Mochen began to condense his blood and qi on the heavy sword, containing it but not sending it, and leaving it behind.

After dozens of moves, the Qing Yi on the opposite side obviously found out that something was wrong.

Lin Mochen, who had been staring at him all the time, of course noticed this change, and a sword move that represented his full strength was used.

The green wing of the hard-connected move shook his body, and he was almost about to retreat.

In the face of this move, although he was surprised, the movements in his hands did not stop, and the heavy sword fell to his bottom plate one after another, trying to make him mess up.

The corners of Qingyi's mouth moved slightly, showing a strong taste of mockery, and the movements of his hands were a little faster, leaving a series of palm shadows in the air, and when he received the heavy sword, these shadows were practiced again.

With the addition of "Nameless Sword Style", the heavy sword comes and goes quickly, and it has never been in direct contact with "Ice Cotton Palm". However, Lin Mochen also knew that a head-on contact would definitely bring him greater trouble.

"Sixty percent of the skill. ”

Qingyi said weakly, but the movements in his hands slowed down a little.

Originally, the two were evenly matched on the bright side, but they became one-sided. Patches of frost compressed the space where Lin Mochen swung his sword, as if he was ready to surrender without a fight.

Each sword move can only be used to a third of the way, and then it can be transformed into other moves, either dodging or retreating.

Aggrieved!

Lin Mochen suddenly rose into the air, holding his sword in both hands, ready to use a move to split Huashan with one move to regain some advantages on the bright side.

Easily raise your head slightly, and slap a palm to chill more quickly.

A chill emanated from the power of his palm, almost freezing the air.

The feeling of being powerless suddenly appeared in the bottom of my heart.

I can't go back!

A powerful consciousness power broke through the air, controlling the sword form that contained ten percent of its strength, and the solid wings behind him were also used to the limit.

After Lin Mochen smashed his whole body on the wall of the cave and readjusted his body, his eyes immediately looked at the position where the palm print was.

There was no ice powder in the air, not even on the ground, and the top of the cave was still the same as before, not frozen in ice.

The power of yin and yang gossip?

Although it was a guess, Lin Mochen believed it very much in his heart. The Innate Yin and Yang Bagua Array can trap the emperor-level masters, and the weaker ones can even kill. Although Qingyi's strength is high, it is only dozens of steps closer than Lin Mochen to the emperor-level master, and it is also out of reach.

If I can use the power of the Yin and Yang Bagua Array, I may not be able to fight against him, or even defeat him.

There are eight doors in the gossip, open the door, the door of rest, the door of life and the three auspicious gates, the door of injury, the door of death, and the gate of Beijing are the three fierce doors, and the door of Du and Jingmen are mixed. These eight gates are unpredictable and cannot be touched easily. In addition to the strong people, the rest can only depend on luck.

How can we harness their power?

Lin Mochen had the illusion that he was in Baoshan but didn't know the treasure. But he didn't have time to think about it, a fierce palm wind was already coming at him.

"The frost is biting. ”

Qingyi once again used a new move, which made Lin Mochen, who had some clues, fall into a panic, and quickly fell from above with the help of gravity.

With the help of Shiyi, he hurriedly gave way to this trick.

This time, he didn't give Lin Mochen time to think, and one after another piercing palm power fell overwhelmingly towards Lin Mochen's position as if he didn't want money. drove him from the ground to the top of the cave, and then forced him down from the top of the cave.

After another seventy moves, Lin Mochen barely stood firm, but his heart kept shaking.

Without him, more than half of the blood has been consumed.

Although he took some tricks, the huge consumption still couldn't meet his need for strength. For a master of Qingyi's level, without a proper burst of strength, it is impossible to deceive him at all.

"Compared with Lin Mochen's use, Qingyi uses more powerful strength to suppress the other party, and his use of energy is far inferior to Lin Mochen. There may be reasons for Qingyi's disdain, but it is more because of his skyrocketing arrogance. ”

Although Lin Mochen is at a disadvantage, he can constantly adjust his combat methods and exert his strength far beyond his own strength. What's even more amazing is that he didn't overturn the boat once. It seems that he wants to transmit the sound and let Qingyi force him again. ”

As soon as he thought of it, a mysterious power appeared in Qingyi's ears.

What's to be done?

Under contempt, there is no cover-up at all. What they didn't know was that although Lin Mochen was a member of the Heavenly Dao that he hated, he relied on the power of the vitality of his connections to control the ability beyond their cognition.

With the advent of this power, Lin Mochen could clearly feel Qingyi's body lightly, and the attack in his hand temporarily slowed down.

Lin Mochen finally got the opportunity to adjust and rest, but he was not the slightest happy.