An Pingchen didn't give Mo Dao a chance to react, and at the same time that Mo Dao was beaten out, he also raised his breath, and the whole person rushed towards Mo Dao like an arrow off the string, and at the same time, the steel whip in his hand also smashed down towards Mo Dao's head.

Mo Dao didn't have time to stand up at all, so he simply rolled on the ground, barely avoiding An Pingchen's whip, but the whole person was as embarrassed as he was, and An Pingchen couldn't help frowning when he saw that Mo Dao still had the strength to dodge.

I saw An Pingchen throwing a whip at Mo Dao again, and I didn't know what mechanism was on the steel whip, the middle of the steel whip suddenly clicked, and a section came out, and then a section of the steel whip came out and smashed towards Mo Dao.

Although Mo Dao tried his best to dodge, the steel whip came too suddenly, and he had to form a spirit shield in front of him, wanting to block the momentum of the steel whip.

But seeing An Pingchen turn around with the steel whip, the steel whip was like a spirit snake, biting towards Mo Dao, the steel whip smashed on the spirit shield, without a trace of stopping, and hit Mo Dao again, although Mo Dao tried his best to dodge, but was still whipped on the shoulder.

There was still a true qi on this steel whip, which directly knocked out a big hole in Mo Dao's shoulder, Mo Dao endured the severe pain, turned his left hand into a palm and grabbed the steel whip violently, and then the spirit sword in his right hand slashed towards the chain between the two steel whips.

Where would An Pingchen give Mo Dao this opportunity, his right hand pulled back sharply, and the steel whip flew back directly from Mo Dao's hand, although the steel whip was not cut off by Mo Dao, but Mo Dao's spirit sword was still cut on the head of the steel whip, leaving a shallow mark.

Mo Dao felt as if his shoulder had been smashed, and a sharp pain made him can't help but cry out, but Mo Dao couldn't bear to shout, and at the same time, he urged his aura to repair his injured shoulder.

After An Pingchen's steel whip went back, he clicked and merged into one, and then he hit Mo Dao with the steel whip, Mo Dao turned over, and at the same time hit An Pingchen, hitting an atmospheric slash, which roared in front of An Pingchen, wanting to split him in half.

An Pingchen had never seen this kind of attack, and he couldn't help but be stunned, but he still reacted, and swung a whip towards the atmospheric slash, and suddenly there was a loud bang, and the steel whip and the atmospheric slash hit together.

Although Mo Dao's atmospheric slash was already very powerful, it was still shattered by An Pingchen's whip, taking advantage of this kung fu, Mo Dao clenched the spirit sword in his hand, and then swung a sword at An Pingchen who rushed over.

This sword was like a long rainbow through the sun, cutting a beautiful arc in the air, and then slashed at An Pingchen with a huge sword light, An Pingchen was slightly stunned, but the steel whip in his hand was castrated, and it still smashed towards Mo Dao.

It's a pity that this time Mo Dao's sword is too violent, An Pingchen's steel whip has not yet touched the spirit sword, and a huge coercion is rushing towards him, he hurriedly poured a true qi into the steel whip, and then continued to meet the spirit sword.

Boom, a roar from the place where the sword and whip intersected, exploded in an instant, and the surrounding grass and trees were destroyed by the power of this sword, and the entire wave of qi lasted for a long time, and the place returned to tranquility.

"Cough!" An Pingchen's body was unstable, and the whole person almost didn't kneel on the ground, at the same time, he began to cough violently, the whole person kept shaking, and the rune paper on his forehead didn't know when it disappeared.

An Pingchen put the steel whip on the ground, so as to avoid himself from kneeling on the ground because of his lack of physical strength, the impact of Mo Dao's sword just now was too great, although with the blessing of the power talisman, he barely resisted this sword, but the force talisman was directly consumed in this blow.

After the force charm disappeared, An Pingchen felt the consequences of the force charm after improving his strength, that is, his physical strength was overdrawn, resulting in him now not even having the strength to stand, and could only half-kneel on the ground, panting without listening.

Mo Dao is not having a good time here, last time he almost exhausted the aura in his body with a sword, this time Mo Dao was still absorbed by the spirit sword, after all, he didn't have time to practice the use of the spirit sword.

Although he didn't keep panting like An Pingchen, his body was a little immobile, after all, he lost so much aura in an instant, and there were still some side effects for Mo Dao.

Mo Dao looked at An Pingchen, who was half-kneeling on the ground, panting like a dog, and let out a sneer: "What's the matter, can't you even stand up now, you can only kneel in front of me like a wild dog!"

An Pingchen ignored Mo Dao's words, just desperately recovering his true qi there, he could see that Mo Dao had paid a lot of money because of this sword, as long as he could recover his strength before Mo Dao, then he would have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Mo Dao saw An Pingchen ignoring him, knowing that An Pingchen was also recovering his strength, although he couldn't move, but Mo Dao could control the aura in his body and attack An Pingchen.

An Pingchen wanted to dodge, but as soon as he staggered to his feet, before he had time to dodge, he was hit by this qi scold, although the power of this qi was limited, but An Pingchen was too weak, this qi hit him, and he fell directly to the ground.

Mo Dao showed a smile, he tried to move his neck, and then tried to move his fingers, and found that his body could move, Mo Dao relieved himself, and then continued to use his aura to repair the injured shoulder.

Although there is not much aura in his Yuan Spirit, but repairing this injured shoulder is barely enough, the wood attribute aura has the ability to heal, as long as the wood attribute aura is channeled to the injured place, the aura will automatically repair.

Mo Dao felt that his body had recovered partially, so he took the spirit sword and walked towards An Pingchen step by step, cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, eliminating the evil, Mo Dao would not leave An Pingchen a chance, after all, if this kind of person left him alive, he would definitely have revenge in the future.

An Pingchen fell to the ground at this time, but he was frantically recovering his true qi, although the anger just now knocked him down, but the power was too weak to cause him any damage, he found that Mo Dao was walking towards him, and he couldn't help but be a little nervous.

"Reincarnate as a good person in the next life, don't blame me. Mo Dao sighed and said, while raising the spirit sword in his hand, and then slashed down towards An Pingchen's neck, and the spirit sword was like the scythe of death, slashing towards An Pingchen.

An Pingchen, who was originally motionless, suddenly jumped up, he not only dodged Mo Dao's sword, but also pinched Mo Dao's neck with lightning speed, this sudden blow made Mo Dao a little unresponsive.

A huge force slammed towards Mo Dao's neck, although Mo Dao's body was strong, but his neck was still a weak point, and when he was pinched by An Pingchen like this, he instantly felt out of breath.

"Give me death, you can force me to this point, you are the first person in the younger generation!" An Pingchen let out a crazy shout, he was beaten like this by a waste, and it was spread that he was still a person, so, no matter what, Mo Dao must die!

Mo Dao felt that the whole person was about to faint, his eyes began to blacken, he felt that his thinking was about to stop, and the spirit sword in his hand had already fallen to the ground, and he could only use his hands to break An Pingchen's hands now.

Just when Mo Dao fell into despair, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and he didn't know if it was the desire to survive that inspired him, he thought that although he was choked by the neck and his hands were no longer strong, he still had aura to use.

Thinking of this, Mo Dao hurriedly mobilized the aura from the Yuan Spirit, turned the aura into a short arrow, and stabbed it towards An Pingchen's chest, An Pingchen was still immersed in the madness of strangling Mo Dao, and he didn't expect Mo Dao to have this hand at all.

The short arrow plunged into An Pingchen's chest without resistance, and An Pingchen, who was still cursing wildly, suddenly stopped talking, his eyes were wide, full of disbelief, he didn't know where this arrow came from.

After all, Mo Dao's hands were on his wrists, but where did this arrow come from? An Pingchen looked at Mo Dao with some unwillingness, and then pinched Mo Dao's hands, and suddenly let go.

An Pingchen pushed Mo Dao away, and then touched his chest, Mo Dao's aura short arrow had already pierced his chest, and An Pingchen's chest suddenly gushed out a large amount of blood.

"You, your hands are on it, how did you attack me!" An Pingchen clutched his chest, revealing an expression of disbelief, he really couldn't figure out where Mo Dao's arrow came from.

Mo Dao didn't have the strength to pay attention to him at this time, the whole person couldn't stop coughing, he breathed in a big gulp, and his eyes finally returned to brightness, he felt that he had just walked back from the ghost gate.

Although An Pingchen covered the wound on his chest, because it was a penetrating wound, blood gushed out from the wound on his back, like a stream, and as the blood kept flowing out, An Pingchen's face gradually became pale.

With a plop, An Pingchen fell down heavily, looking like he had passed out, but the ups and downs in his chest were getting weaker and weaker, obviously because he had more air in and less air out, Mo Dao finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Dao finally returned to normal, and An Pingchen's chest on the ground had long since stopped rising and falling, and he looked like he was dead.