Although Mo Sang seemed to be talking to Qinghuan easily, he kept thinking in his heart, what was it that appeared in the clouds not long ago?

Qing Huan chattered all the way, and her mood was so good that she flew up, and the swamp quagmire under her feet looked a little more cute.

Moments of joy are always short-lived, though.

The swamp beneath his feet was not as calm as before, and a vigilant force threatened him.

Mo Sang sacrificed the "Vault Spirit Sword", and as soon as the Vault Spirit came out, he tossed a few beautiful spins in the air, stirring the air current, and a transparent dragon shape appeared.

Seeing the demonstrative appearance of the Firmament Spirit Sword, Mo Sang raised his eyebrows slightly, it seemed that it was indeed the mutated candle Jiuyin.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

From the Eastern Wilderness to Brahma Langya, Mo Sang always had a feeling that this mutant candle Jiuyin deliberately exposed its traces, revealing its head and running away, clueless, aimless, until

Brahma Langya, he thought that the purpose of this demon beast might be to lure them here.

Guling Mountain, as well as this golden bowl secret realm, what secrets are here.

Mo Sang has a mission and faith, so he is not afraid of the danger of life and death, the only thing that worries him

He turned his head to look, and Qing Huan saw that the Firmament Spirit Sword came out and summoned the Snow Cloud Fan.

In the years of learning art in Zhongnan Mountain, she has never used the snow cloud fan, and when she saw Knell Ridge, Mo Sang was also stunned when she saw this magic weapon, but she didn't say anything.

On the contrary, it is the "Dome Spirit Sword", since the Snow Cloud Fan was summoned by Qing Huan, it has been abnormal, not waiting for the order of the master, Mosang, the power has skyrocketed, the whole body is wrapped in red light, and when it is brushed, the red light turns into a raging flame.

All this happened too quickly, and before Qing Huan could react, she saw the fiery Vault Spirit Sword flying towards her.

It was too late, it was fast, but in an instant, the Firmament Spirit Sword was approaching in front of him.

Qing Huan blinked again, and could only see Mo Sang's back in front of her, and the snow cloud fan that was originally in her hand broke free from her control, and flew up, with the wind and silver light, and flew towards the firelight, the fire around the Firmament Spirit Sword was not reduced, but it could be clearly seen that the Firmament Spirit Sword body was constantly trembling, making a "Zheng Zheng" sound, as if it was complaining again, and it seemed to be dissatisfied.

If Qing Huan wasn't behind Mo Sang, he would be able to see that the sword clone transformed by the Dome Spirit Sword was hanging in front of Mo Sang.

This sword clone was originally aimed at Qing Huan, but she didn't expect that Mo Sang suddenly blocked in front of her, and the hero saved the beauty, but she was so confused that she couldn't even protect herself with spiritual power.

After sensing Mo Sang's movements, the Vault Spirit Sword tried to control the attack of the sword clone, but the momentum was too strong and too fast, and the tip of the sword still pierced an inch, right at the center of the mouth.

Mo Sang's face did not change after being stabbed, and he saw the sword clone disappear with a whizz, and then left a bleeding scar on his chest.

The Guardian of the Firmament Spirit Sword was full of anger at this time, not only making a clanging sound, but also emitting a piercing dragon groan, and the fire light on his body became more and more intense, extremely pure red, which was the true fire of the sun.

The snow cloud fan was not to be outdone, whirring and spinning, the wind was blowing, and the silver light was sassy, although the power was not as strong as the other party, the momentum was not lost by half a point, and it did not back down.

Qing Huan leaned out half of her body, and before she could find an inch on Mo Sang's heart, the scars had all healed, and the dragon clan's self-recovery ability could not be underestimated.

She frowned slightly, trying to recall the "Snow Cloud Fan", but the Snow Cloud Fan was indifferent.

"Snow clouds! Qing Huan jumped out from behind Mo Sang.

When the Firmament Spirit Sword heard her voice, the sword body couldn't stop shaking, clanging, and very irritable.

Qing Huan was strange, although this Vault Spirit was not very friendly to her before, it was not so hostile.

Xueyun Fan glanced back at her, and it was this glance that allowed the Firmament Spirit Sword to find an opportunity, and the Firmament Spirit Sword, which carried the power of the sun's true fire, pierced the wind barrier of the Snow Cloud Fan.

In the battle of magic weapons, the combination of red light and silver light is bound to bring powerful mana confrontation.

Qing Huan's heart trembled, and she couldn't help but worry about the snow cloud fan.

However, the expected explosion under the huge impact did not happen, and when the Firmament Spirit Sword and the Snow Cloud Fan were about to collide, a huge pillar of light poured down from the sky, enveloping both magic weapons, and then, the pillar of light disappeared, along with the Firmament Spirit Sword and the Snow Cloud Fan.

"Xueyun?!" Qinghuan was anxious, Xueyun Fan had never left her, but now she was missing, and an ominous premonition rose in her heart.

She immediately bit her finger and tried to forcibly recall the Snow Cloud Fan with blood as a tie.

Mo Sang saw her movements, his eyebrows moved, and he stopped in time, "Huan'er, what are you doing?"

"Summoning the snow clouds back. Qing Huan replied casually, silently reciting the summoning spell in his heart.

"Stop!" Mosang interrupted again.

Qing Huan looked over suspiciously, his face full of doubts.

"Who taught you this spell?" Mo Sang's face was awe-inspiring.

Qing Huan blinked twice, "Is there anything wrong?"

Mo Sang's expression was serious, and his jawline was angular.

Qing Huan recalled, the spell that summoned the snow clouds, with blood as the system, and then recited the spell

Caught in a dilemma, let her tell the truth, this spell was learned in a dream, and even she didn't believe it when she said it.

Qing Huan didn't know why, but Mo Sang could see it clearly, the reason why he didn't forcibly stop what the Qiongling Sword did was because he had some doubts about Qing Huan's magic weapon since he first saw the Snow Cloud Fan in Death Bell Ridge, and the aura on this fan was too strange, like good and evil, and it was difficult to judge.

The Firmament Spirit Sword is the most upright magic weapon in heaven and earth, and it does not tolerate a trace of filth and demonity.

Mo Sang clenched his fists, Qing Huan was tied to blood, and the spell that summoned the magic weapon was clearly a blood spirit spell.

The Blood Spirit Spell is also a spell that seems to be good and evil, different from ghost magic, but if the user is uncertain, or the cultivation is not high, it is easy to be counterattacked, and the personality becomes crazy, and even worse, goes crazy.

The person who invented this spell was once controlled by the magic weapon and did things that hurt heaven and reason, and finally

ended up in ashes.

Mo Sang held Qing Huan's shoulder and asked her to look at herself, "Huan'er, don't use this spell again." ”

"Why?" Qing Huan looked at Mo Sang with wide eyes, his eyes were puzzled, this spell is very useful, every time Xue Yun is disobedient, he can pass this spell and let it come back obediently, but why is Mo Sang so serious, so serious that Qing Huan doesn't dare to say to him anymore, using blood as a system can not only forcibly summon, but also instantly increase the power of the magic weapon.

Qing Huan was defeated in Mo Sang's eyes, and said weakly, "Okay, don't use it, but your Qiong Spirit and my snow cloud have been sucked away by the pillar of light, aren't you worried?"