Qiao Guang fell, and the two beads that shone with a ghostly light trembled, which seemed to be incredible. Just a pause, and it began to move rapidly!

Like a poisonous snake in the middle of the night, the trajectory is messy and the target is precise.

Chao Yong didn't know how Qiao Guang found out, but it didn't matter now, since the traces were exposed, it also saved the trouble of sneak attack.

Mo XVIII reacted almost at the same time, and he couldn't see what was around him, but with the movement created by the tide, he could roughly judge his position.

"Qiao Guang, Li Jin, you take the wind and the soil, go to find someone first!"

Mo Eighteen Da snorted and concentrated on the battle with the tide. Chao Zhou didn't know which side it was, Mo Eighteen was not good at ordering him, even if he decided to help Chao Yongzi, it would not have much impact on the battle situation, this level of battle was far beyond his ability.

At the beginning, Chao Yongzi was injured by Dao Jingyi because of the light enemy, and the main reason was the poison from another world, if it wasn't for Chao Yongzi's overconfidence in his physical condition, he would not have fallen to that point.

Whether it is him or Mo Eighteen, he is the existence of the pinnacle of combat power in this world.

Mo XVIII didn't have the vision of the white tiger, so he couldn't see things clearly in the dark. But when it comes to this level of power, it will naturally have its own way.

I saw that his right hand was raised slightly, and the wind and snow swept the sky.

"Is this an avatar ability or a technical ability?" Seeing this method, Chao Yongzi was secretly frightened, and he couldn't grasp the idea for a while.

The wind and snow were sacrificed, turning into swords, and in a short moment, this small space was covered with sharp snow.

"Double Cultivation Ancient Martial Arts!"

The tide surged from his heart and secretly said that it was not good, but he didn't expect that in addition to being an alien, Mo Eighteen was also an ancient martial artist with a lot of cultivation. And this kind of method doesn't seem to be an ordinary ancient warrior.

"Could it be the attack method of the monk from another world?"

Chao Yong roared loudly, his upper robe was torn, and his majestic muscles bulged high, like a white tiger king, Chaozhou was like a newborn tiger compared to him, and he could only tremble and be afraid.

Incarnating as a White Tiger is a melee ability, and since the distance is closer, Mo XVIII will not have the difficulty of seeing. However, the White Tiger Phantom was repeated again and again, and it was hard to hit the melee with the effect of a long-range attack.

One claw

Tear down diagonally!

A golden light burst out from the tip of the claw, narrowly and dangerously cutting through the placket of Mo Eighteen's clothes.

Mo Eighteen's body trembled slightly, shaking out a strange and ingenious arc, and the sharp claws passed close to his body, tearing two long cracks, without hurting the skin at all.

"Roar!"

With sound as the force, Mo Eighteen opened his mouth to the tide and roared, the roar was like a dragon's roar, the mountains and rivers were magnificent, and he only felt that the sky was spinning in an instant.

The fierce white tiger endured the pain of tinnitus, leaned over and slashed over the ground, his hands into fists, and there was a bang upwards, the fist was violent, and the void rubbed with a squeak, and suddenly this small piece of air was scattered, and the fist that was as violent as a cannonball rushed straight towards Mo Eighteen.

A trail of blood dripped down.

In the darkness of the night, it was not clear whose blood it was.

Even they themselves could not tell whether they were injured or their opponents, and whether their injuries were so severe that they bled out.

The battle is tense and difficult, and at this level of fighting, a little carelessness may cost you your life.

Chaozhou watched from the sidelines, due to the limitation of his vision, he could only be dazzled most of the time, and he also thought about whether to go up to help, but he didn't know which one to help and how to help.

For the two monsters in front of him, it is just a matter of one punch to deal with him, if one punch is not enough, then add another punch, anyway, the head will be dropped within three moves.

Thinking of this, Chaozhou began to sit on the ground very calmly, slowly experiencing the artistic conception of the strong man's moves, it is very rare to be able to appreciate this level of battle, not to mention the life-and-death duel between the strongest, if this kind of battle breaks out in peacetime, the world must be chaotic.

Of course, Chaozhou doesn't care whether the world is chaotic or not, it makes no difference to him. He always remembered what Chao Yongzi said to him, tranquility, will smooth out the edges and temper of the white tiger. Before, Chaozhou had always thought that this was an excuse for Chao Yong to send him to the mercenary battlefield, but then he slowly felt that it seemed to be really the case.

Incarnating a white tiger is born to fight, even if it is as powerful as a tide, and if you haven't experienced a battle for too long, you will feel sluggish.

Heroes emerge in troubled times, to put it bluntly, the rampaging madmen of this race are always eager for the world to be chaotic.

"Don't look at it, come with us to find someone!"

Qiao Guang walked halfway to them and turned his hair

Now Chaozhou was still watching with relish, and suddenly his head was big.

"Maybe Qingtian Yu and they are also here. ”

"That's right!"

Chaozhou slapped his forehead suddenly, and reluctantly glanced back at the battle, and hurriedly kept up with Qiao Guang's pace.

Qiao Guang also took a look, this battle is destined not to be won or lost, for them, victory or defeat is life and death, and whether it is Chao Yongzi or Juzi Mo Eighteen, it is not yet time to decide life and death.

The reason why Chao Yongzi suddenly made a move is more likely to want to hide some secret.

Sure enough, after seeing Chao Zhou leave with Qiao Guang and the others, Chao Yong no longer fell in love with the war, and actually had the intention of retreating, which is very rare for a belligerent white tiger.

Of course, Mo Eighteen would not let him succeed, seeing the tide surging from this action, anyone with a discerning eye could see where the point was.

"Do you want to run when you're here?"

Mo Eighteen chuckled, and a palm was launched, and the palm print changed from small to large, crashing into the tide, and in an instant, there was a majestic breath of Buddhism.

Mogu originated from the ancient Mo family, but the eighteen schools of Mo are very miscellaneous, in addition to being the saint of the Mo family, he is also familiar with the miscellaneous studies of other forces, in the eyes of the saints of other sects, it may be an axe, not worth mentioning, but in the eyes of ordinary people, especially from these people who emphasize the Tao with strength and have no religious beliefs, it is still full of mystical magic.

Layers of rules of faith lingered in the palm of his hand, wrapping around it like golden chains, rushing towards the tide and forcing it back.

"This traitor of false cultivation!"

Chao Yong scolded in his heart, but he was helpless against Mo Eighteen. The strength of the giant son's body is comparable to that of the tide, or even a few points weaker, but he relies on the power of the saint's meteorology and faith to practice, but he can burst out with greater power, and this power does not come from himself, but from thousands of people who still retain the thoughts of the Mo family. I have to say that Mogu uses luck very well, and the leader of the Tomb Sect is also the leader of the sect, but he can only get the power of his disciples to make the people of the world surrender. Mogu has never been religious, but it has been able to subdue a large group of people who are willing to believe in it.

The moment and a half that Mo Eighteen won for Qiao Guang and them was enough for them to leave.

But in the dark, no one noticed that when the tide surged from the back of Qiao Guang and the others leaving, the corners of his mouth hooked up a playful arc.