"Chop."

What answered him was an awe-inspiring shout.Wang Mo held the Cang Ying Halberd.The blue-gold light around his body burst out.Like the god of war, he was awe-inspiring, and he had an amazing momentum.

That's not the momentum that comes from cultivation, it's the natural immortality of the spirit.

It's a fearless, courageous momentum.

That was Wang Mo's inner cry, he wanted to fight his way home in this lonely world.

Even if the road is full of bumps, just step on it with your feet.

Even if the road is full of thorns, smash it with the halberd in your hand.

Even if this road "Haitian Chinese" is updated the fastest, the full text is illusory and ethereal.

As if feeling his heart, the Celestial Halberd hummed, as if in response to its master, and an unparalleled sharp burst out.

In the roar of the gas explosion, Yuan Jinqiao's eyes seemed to be so meaningful, but he quickly reacted, and his pupils suddenly shrank when he looked at Wang Mo, who was in a hurry.

As a Yuanying monk, he was forced by a mid-stage monk to be above his momentum.

Suddenly there was a surge of resentment in my heart, and the primordial infant saint has the pride of the saint, not even a trace of it, and it is not allowed to be trampled on by the weak.

"Die."

A roar came out, Yuan Jinqiao's heart moved, the light on the mace shone brightly, and countless brilliance was differentiated, shrouding Wang Mo.

But before those rays of light could shoot out, countless cross-blood blades were already roaring out, and they were all stopped with a clanging sound.

There was a loud bang, and Yuan Jinqiao was knocked away in an instant.

Bloody Clothes took the opportunity to sneak up on the attack, and swooped down again, and shot out countless rays of light with both claws dancing, striking away like a storm.

"Poof."

A mouthful of blood mixed with a rich demonic qi spewed out.It was a spirit pill that had not had time to be refined.At this time, Yuan Jinqiao suffered heavy blows one after another.The rich vitality contained in the spirit pill had already blocked his meridians, making him have a faint pain in his body.

If you don't spit it out again, even if you dodge the past blow, the subsequent attacks will inevitably become more ferocious, and the longer the time drags on, the heavier the pressure on the meridians in the body, and over time it will inevitably become pain.

At the moment when he spit out the elixir, Wang Mo was already close to killing with the Cang Ying Halberd in his hand.

"Hmph."

A touch of coldness crossed Yue Jinqiao's eyes.The fist of his right hand smashed down suddenly.No matter how high your momentum is, what if you don't have a high level of cultivation as a backing.Everything is vain.

But in an instant, he was wrong, and it can be said that his condition at this time is only with the power of his physical body, and there is not much demonic energy that can be mobilized.

However, Wang Mo is in full swing, and there is a sharp and unparalleled Cangying Halberd, and his combat power is already extremely close to that of the Yuanying Monk.

When Yue Jinqiao sensed the pain above the fist, he hurriedly withdrew his fist to the side.

But after all, he is a Yuanying Cultivator, and even if his jade bones are not as strong as those of Wang Mo, a body refining master, they are not about the same.

The sharp halberd blade slashed through its fist, bringing up a cloud of smoke, and only half of its phalanges were spread out, and it was carried aside by its deflected fist.

The corners of Yuan Jinqiao's eyes twitched slightly, and at this time, he had already realized how terrible the crisis in the depths was.

When he wanted to control the treasure to attack Wang Mo, he was entangled by the blood soul puppet and the bloody clothes.

Faced with this scene, Yuan Jinqiao had no choice but to stiffen his head and fight Wang Mo, and his left hand jerked forward and inserted it into Wang Mo's chest.

But he obviously underestimated Wang Mo's melee ability.Wang Mo, who had never cultivated in this area so far.His eyes narrowed slightly.With a swing of the Heavenly Halberd with one hand, it instantly turned into a huge cyan aperture.

There was a sonorous sound, and his left hand, the size of a fan, was stirred out.

But the Primal Infant Sage is the Primordial Infant Sage, and at the same time that his left hand is being swept away, his right hand quickly clenched into a fist and slammed straight into the center of the aperture.

With his eyesight, he could see at a glance that only the middle of this move was its flaw.

There was a loud bang, a fist the size of a human head, wrapped in a terrifying black glow, and instantly hit the center of the aperture.

Whew.

Wang Mo only felt a strong force attack, and his nose couldn't help but simmer.

There was a burst of gold and iron resonance, Wang Mo held the cangling halberd in his hand, the sharp halberd tail drew a large spark on the ground, and he retreated more than ten zhang in the sonorous sound.

The true yuan around his body was swollen, and there were some painful meridians flowing through him, and Wang Mo felt better in his body at this time.

"Worthy of the Yuan Infant Sage." Wang Mo's eyes narrowed, his knees bent and flicked, and he rubbed his body again.

Now that you have made up your mind to kill the saints, there is no reason to give up halfway.

"Wang Mo, it won't do you or me any better if you continue to fight, why don't you stop there." Seeing that he was not relenting and killing the general coming up, the corners of Yuan Jinqiao's eyes twitched slightly, but he still wanted to dodge from the side.

If he chooses to let go in this case, then he is likely to be entangled by that demon for the rest of his life.

His mind moved slightly, his eyes stared at Yuan Jinqiao with condensed eyes, and he suddenly reached forward with his left hand.

"Hmph."

Yuan Jinqiao's face was gloomy, his eyes glared at Wang Mo like a breath of fire, and he was the Venerable Infant Sage, and he lowered his posture twice to make peace with the other party.

The fist of his right hand smashed down to the sword quickly, and his body twisted for the first time, and he took the initiative to attack Wang Mo.

"Whew."

But at this moment, Yuan Jinqiao, who galloped out, suddenly slammed into a simmering sound from his mouth and nose.

When I looked up, I saw that the Blood Soul Golem had already encircled the mace in the attack range, and from time to time it spat out a pungent blood flame and burned.

It is a rare blood flame poison, and it is most likely to taint the treasure's spirituality and inner consciousness.

And at this time, the golden hammer and the black iron claw were stopped by the blood clothes and Xin Qihu, and the blood soul puppet itself was not weaker than Yuan Jinqiao.

Such an opportunity, where will Wang Mo let it go?

In Wang Mo's hands, the swift and unbridled Cangying Halberd was like a dragon, exuding endless killing intent.

Yuan Jinqiao's face was ugly for a while, but at this time, it was not only the labor pain of the meridians in the body, but also the pain of the natal true treasure being injured.

The body didn't listen to the call very much, so I had to turn around and give way to the point.

With a sonorous sound of gold and iron, Wang Mo slashed out a first-class fire on the golden scale armor on his chest, bringing out a deep groove, but it only slightly injured his skin.

Such an opportunity is in vain.

But Wang Mo didn't feel the slightest discouragement in his heart, if the Yuan Infant Sage was so easy to kill, then it wouldn't be the Yuan Infant Sage.

A halberd pierced the air, Wang Mo's feet were a little, his waist twisted, and he jumped up with a bang.

Sensing the strong wind above his head, Yuan Jinqiao only felt that his scalp was numb for a while.

There was a clang, and the blade of the Stygian slashed across its arm, bringing up a large cloud of blood and sparks.

"Ahh

Yuan Jinqiao suddenly let out a miserable scream, and his body was hit by this force, and he couldn't stop falling backwards.

The muscles on the arm are different from other places, and being cut here is enough to affect the overall strength. For the current Yuan Jinqiao, it is tantamount to adding insult to injury.

Wang Mo's eyes narrowed, and he was unforgiving, and his right index finger flicked rapidly, and a faint dark red blood stabbed towards Yuan Jinqiao in an instant.

In the dark red blood flicker, a long blood-colored needle with a foot length could be faintly seen, which was the damaged Soul Eater Needle back then.

It can be regarded as his bad luck.The Blood Soul Puppet is working hard to scorch the mace with blood flame poison.The immortal bone blade is directly slashed down.

With a loud bang, the mace let out a wail, and the black-red demonic qi suddenly disappeared by half.

Yuan Jinqiao, who had been implicated, let out a miserable howl again, and his body staggered back again, not noticing that the attack of the Soul Eater Needle was approaching.

There was a soft pop, and the Soul Eater pierced into its right eye with unmistakable accuracy, and no blood oozed out.

"Ahh Yuan Jinqiao let out a miserable howl again, and subconsciously reached out to pull it out.

"Boom."

Wang Mo pinched the trick with one hand, and suddenly shouted. These actions were done in one go, and he was obviously prepared.

There was a soft thud, and the Soul Eater Needle was not as violent as the golden pill exploding itself, but simply turned into a dark red dust mist, which swelled outwards violently, but in an instant it contracted inward.

"Uhh

As if he was experiencing something extremely painful, Yuan Jinqiao let out an earth-shattering howl, and his hands involuntarily covered his head and suddenly rolled on the ground.

It was the strange poison in the Soul Eater Needle, the Soul Eater Poison was completely exploded, even though the Soul Eater Needle was damaged before, but now it exploded with all its strength, and it was in its eyes.

Caught off guard, Yuan Jinqiao has already been hit.

In this case, the few real treasures that he still had the strength to control before fell to the ground in an instant.

Wang Mo smiled coldly, and the halberd rubbed his body again.

The Blood Soul Puppet, Bloody Clothes, and Xin Qihu naturally discovered the situation at this time.

"Roar."

Rushing to the front, it was the monstrous monster of the Blood Soul Golem, and as it approached, it suddenly jumped into the air, raised the Blood Bone Blade high, and with a sonorous sound, the Cross Blood Blade shot out, and it was one after another.

The speed of the cross blood blade even directly crossed the figure of Wang Mo rushing forward, and slashed through the golden scale armor between Yuan Jinqiao's chest and abdomen with a sonorous sound.

Wang Mo's halberd was only delivered directly at this time, and it was piercing into the wound that had been broken by the cross blood blade.

At this moment, the ten sharp nails of the bloody clothes swished, and they were all lost to Yuan Jinqiao's vital point along the wound.