In the wilderness and forests, the fierce battle continued, and Mo Fan's mighty sword almost hollowed him out, and he was like a madman with high fighting spirit. Finally met an opponent who could have fun, how could he let go of such a great opportunity, as for the people in the distance who may make their own secret hands at any time, he is not afraid at all, life and death are as usual.

In order to prevent it from happening, Mo Fan swallowed the pill to replenish his strength, and galloped to fight with the opponent in close hand-to-hand combat. is not afraid of everything and just wants to fight, but he has not forgotten his original intention, only by beating these ill-intentioned people is afraid of the pain, can he dispel their entanglement, and can he truly save himself and Dabai from persecution.

Han Qingshan, who never thought that he would be so embarrassed, is the opposite, the longer he lives, the more afraid he is of death, the higher he stands, the more he cares about reputation, and the more he gets, the more he can't let go. The words of the armistice were said facelessly, and the pain on his body reminded him that he was really old, and that the determination and decay of the past were no longer in the predicament of the past.

Looking at Mo Fan, who was crazy in front of him, Han Qingshan, who had no way to retreat, shouted angrily, and he had to force his palm desperately. The fist to the flesh trick beckoned blood, and the two of them saw that the move had been dozens of rounds, and they each took a few steps back to bear their injuries, and the mouth splashed vermilion was irrepressible, and it was already an instant of death.

"Ah, give me death... Blood, fire, fire, kill..."

Han Qingshan, who had already fallen into madness, no longer had a trace of humanity in his scarlet bloody eyes, only the reflection of infinite killing intent and the raging flames. Hearing the long howl breaking through the sky, but seeing the majestic posture in the sky, the old man reappeared in the past, and suddenly his fighting spirit was high, and the flames burned into the air.

His arrogant posture is the pride of burning blood to return to the peak of the past, but also the unwillingness and sadness of being forced to be helpless, and the bitter fruit of not being able to let go of false fame, honor and disgrace can only be swallowed alone...

Seeing this, Mo Fan was not to be outdone, snorted coldly, and made a desperate move, the pill that had entered the abdomen earlier had been fully refined, and he who had recovered his true qi reappeared with the ultimate power of the sword, and it was the trick that gathered his heart and soul to form the "Sword Capture the Heaven and the World".

"The sword intent leads to the world, a sword captures the sky, and the sword rain sweeps the world! Seniors, respect you, ask for more blessings!"

Xiongyan proudly declared, Mo Fan left the Extreme Blade Sword, the right hand Chiyu Sword, all his strength and with the help of the power of the Divine Sword, he pushed the power of this move to the extreme peak for the first time. The sword accepts yin and yang, and the yin and yang rotate like a turbine, and the surrounding heaven and earth are exhausted into endless Ling Tian's sword, and the sword rain is ready to go.

The earth-shattering scene was eye-catching, and everyone watching the battle distanced themselves from the battlefield and retreated to a safe enough place to watch the situation in the field. To be affected by the aftermath of the battle between the two would be a real tragedy.

With a resounding killing sound that resounded through the sky, the strongest state, and the final trick, Han Qingshan's figure had long been drowned in the raging flames. Shocked and shocked, I saw the flames transpiring and scattering into fire feathers in the sky, the fire feathers churning like a stormy wave and angrily rolling the eight wildernesses, burning the sky and destroying the earth endlessly, and the power of thunder shook the void...

Mo Fan's side is also turbulent, and its power is not weaker at all, the sword intent is mysterious, and the sword rain in the sky is roaring through the sky, and the momentum is overwhelming. In the distance, the sound of amazement was endless, and the eyes of envy and jealousy were shining. On the field, the extreme moves are opposite, and the sky is shocked, and the mountains and forests will never exist again.

Mo Fan snorted, splashed blood, and fell to the ground, his face was pitch black, and his clothes were burnt, and the smell was unpleasant. Han Qingshan cried miserably, and he made a hard move, his whole body had no good flesh, as if he had been subjected to a thousand cuts of capital punishment, which was extremely miserable.