The figures of the two quickly entangled, this time it was a collision of blood qi and immortal power.

Immortal Yuan Li was like a sharp knife, stabbing at the bright red blood.

Not to be outdone, the general's blood force turned into a blood mist and wrapped him.

Compared with the subtlety just now, the current fight is full of destructive power, leaving either deep horizontal ditches or deep pits everywhere you go.

Unlike the previous opportunity to seek, Lin Mochen turned into a rock and greeted every attack of Nangong Zhu.

When he didn't retreat in time, Lin Mochen would take the initiative to attack as soon as he seized the opportunity, forcing Nangong Zhu to retreat.

Relying on his vigorous blood, he stabilized his situation, and became more and more calm between waving his hands.

At this moment, Nangong Zhu's face showed a hint of sinisterness, and before he could react, a burst of disks flew into the air, and the thunder in the air surged, turning into a lightning bolt and slashing towards Lin Mochen in an instant.

The calm expression was suddenly frightened away by the thunder, and he jumped in the forest in embarrassment, not to separate a trace of the array plate on his head.

Nangong Zhu's hands were like butterflies wearing flowers, and he kept playing a magic decision, and the pace under his feet was not slow, chasing Lin Mochen tightly.

The muffled sound of the thunder continued, but it did not emit a single bolt of lightning, but swam in the array, and the electric light slowly turned dark purple, accumulating endless power.

Changing this strange figure, although Lin Mochen was not flustered: It seems that Nangong is determined to divide life and death this time! However, although this array is very strong, it will definitely not be easy to control. If he delayed for a while longer, he would have given up.

As he guessed, Nangong Zhu quickly stopped, and the jade flute disappeared from his hand.

After Lin Mochen withdrew for dozens of zhang, he stood on the treetops, his heavy sword hanging lightly, and his eyes were full of solemnity.

He could feel that the thunder and lightning power on the array had accumulated to the peak, either destroying or sending out the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Looking ahead, Nangong Zhu was still expressionless.

"Is this what you call a life-and-death duel?" Lin Mochen said in a mocking tone.

This is not his intention to use such a method to fight the other party's life and death, but a helplessness for his lack of means.

If you are lucky enough not to die this time, you must learn from Mu Lao to refine the weapon and refine ten or eight talisman treasures for yourself.

It's not that he doesn't want to have more, it's that he doesn't have that much net worth at all, and being able to make up ten or eight is already the limit. Refining is a money-burning industry. Although he is rich, he is not a real player after all.

As for why there are ten or eight, it is because his cultivation is not good, and it is impossible to refine the treasure of the earth-shattering ghosts and gods, so he can only rely on the number to make up.

According to Mu Lao's knowledge, he also recognized that the array plate in Nangong Zhu's hand was not simple, at least it could only be refined by an immortal king-level qi refining master. Although it's just a casual work, it's not too easy to kill the seven generations of generals in seconds.

Just when he was waiting for Nangong Zhu to put away the array disk, Nangong Zhu's face on the opposite side became solemn, leaving pieces of phantoms with his hands, and the array disk on his head instantly turned into powder, and then annihilated in the air. The thunderbolt that had been accumulated for a long time in the array disk quickly spread, covering the chassis within a radius of three miles.

"It's still careless!"

As soon as the thought in his heart came up, the blood and qi of his body gushed out of his body.

More than two miles, it is not at all a range that he can exit in an instant, and now he can only pray that this thunder is not so strong.

After the array was shattered, Nangong Zhu's face flushed, and a burst of immortal blood protruded from his mouth, all of which indicated his identity as an immortal.

The green flute in his hand reappeared, and he used it as a crutch, the pestle was in the air, and his body drooped.

What is puzzling is that he is also within the attack range of this lightning, and he is so nakedly exposed below.

"Crazy, is the purpose of the duel of life and death to the same end?"

Lin Mochen threw the heavy sword in his hand into the air, and the lightning that was originally evenly dispersed quickly approached him.

The blood qi of the whole body was stacked and stacked, almost condensed into a blood film.

He himself knew that although his blood and qi were sufficient, he was still far away from the sixth generation of generals, and he had not yet reached the realm of blood and qi film-forming, and his defense was only barely enough.

Looking at his movements, Nangong Zhu smiled slightly, and Lin Mochen smiled inexplicably.

A person who is facing a life-and-death crisis situation can actually laugh.

"He's not going to drag me to death. ”

A strange thought flashed in Lin Mochen's heart again, and then his face became rosy, even in front of him, he had never blushed like this.

Endless blood used up on the top of his head, and wisps of blood bubbled out of the top of his head and melted into the layers of blood above his head.

Countless thunderbolts fell from the sky and fell to the ground. And in this, the lightning on Lin Mochen's head accounted for nearly three layers.

Looking at the dense lightning, Lin Mochen's scalp was numb for a while, and the confidence in his heart that he didn't have instantly reached the bottom.

"Nangong, what I Lin Mochen regret the most in my life is that I met you, a madman!

Lin Mochen, who had let go of everything, roared angrily, jumped forward, and faced the lightning that was not far from him.

It's instantaneous, and it's not an exaggeration!

The lightning bolt was like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing through layers of blood curtains.

As for the silver heavy sword, it was flashing with lightning and smashing into the ground.

Nangong Zhu, Lin Mochen couldn't take care of his situation at all.

The lightning above Lin Mochen's head was still tearing through the blood, and the lightning around him still fell to the ground and disappeared.

The woods in the lightning range were all turned into charcoal, and dark fires were ignited, only the fire was burning directly below Lin Mochen, almost reaching the soles of Lin Mochen's feet.

Lin Mochen didn't feel this heat wave at all, his mind was still immersed in the lightning above his head.

The last blood gas.

Lin Mochen's heart was full of despair, he no longer had the slightest strength to move, and the inertia in his body had been exhausted.

What's even more tragic is that the sluggishness on the body has reappeared, and almost only the eyeballs can be turned.

Is this death? Conscious, the anger of ** is gone.

He wanted to see now that Nangong Zhu, who died with him, was one step ahead of him to nothingness.

What used to be an easy move has now become extremely difficult.

It's broken!

Landing - the heavy sword disappeared into the ground, digging deep into the earth.

The lightning bolt on the top of the head is not thick, only the thickness of a thumb.

The scary thing is - the number of lightning!

Dense, no less than thirty, each of which is almost undetectable, but in his eyes, it is so distinct.

Could it be that the so-called lightning is also divided into yin and yang?

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