Two inches...

One inch!

Qing Feng turned into a thunderbolt and walked away, and the bloodthirsty sword blade was already an inch away from Gu Fan's clothes! As long as Mo Xian advanced a few more inches, the sword in his hand could penetrate Gu Fan's lower abdomen!

It's just that just when all the people who watched from afar thought that Mo Xian could win tonight's battle logically...

"Sososo!"

When the blade of the sword pierced nearly half an inch, a cold light that was difficult to see with the naked eye suddenly converged from the shadow under Gu Fan's feet into a cold light of seven feet, and flashed by! This cold light was so fast that it was so fast that it was really impossible to see what it was. It was even three points faster than Mo Xian's sword at this moment.

"Boom..."

“......”

By the time one is able to see it in its true form, it is already in the next instant. After an extremely piercing iron strike sounded, the three-foot Qingfeng in Mo Xian's hand was frozen at this moment, and he couldn't make the slightest inch!

Gu Fan was unscathed.

Because, Mo Xian's killer sword was blocked...

It was as black as ink, it was really black, so black that under the candlelight, it could only be seen in pitch black, it was really like a pitch black figure who suddenly stood up! I saw him dressed in black tight clothes, his face covered with a long black cloth, holding an arm-thick black iron cable in one hand, and holding the cold black sickle in the other, and the blade of the sickle was motionless on top of the three-foot green blade!

There is no doubt that this figure that suddenly appeared can only be the sixth person who has been hiding in the shadows. The heir of the soul chasing the life-no trace!

"Sheng... Sheng..."

The sound of the iron grinding was piercing.

Although the sword lore was blocked, Mo Xian did not choose to collect the sword, or he did not need to collect the sword at all. The blade of the Qingfeng Sword was just pressed against the blade of the black sickle, and he didn't give in. And the sudden appearance of Traceless did not dare to withdraw the sword, because the blade of the Qingfeng sword was only separated from Gu Fan's lower abdomen by his blade, if he wanted to retract the knife and gain momentum, the sword in Mo Xian's hand would inevitably seriously injure Gu Fan again. As for Gu Fan, he also didn't dare to act rashly. Although the life-and-death crisis has been eliminated without a trace, the attack of Xiahou and Peony continues. If he wants to win this round, then the only thing he can do now is to use his overwhelming strength to quickly break Xia Hou's fist, and then take Xia Xun directly! According to the current form, it should be impossible for him to fight quickly, at least before Xia Hou's physical strength is exhausted, he also needs to be cautious to guard against the possibility that the sword may go off the rails at any time and seriously injure his Mo Xian.

Therefore, the appearance of No Trace relieved Gu Fan's crisis, but at the same time, he also brought the two sides into the muddy swamp. No advance, no retreat, only the competition in strength can determine the final victory.

"Good body method, you are traceless?"

If there is anyone who is the most idle at this moment, Xia Xun, who has never made a move, is the well-deserved idler. At this stage where the two attacking sides had entered a white-hot stage, he could still look at the black shadow that suddenly appeared indifferently and ask an extremely redundant question.

"Do you really think you can win?"

The person who answered Xia Xun's question was not the main master, but Gu Fan, who was holding the compass with Xia Hou and Peony with both hands, and it was not difficult to see a trace of hidden anger from his scarlet eyes. However, it is no wonder that although there are few people on the Gu Fan side, they have an overwhelming advantage in strength, and now, Mo Xian forced out without a trace with a sword to form a stalemate situation, for him, this is simply a shame.

"Actually, winning is inevitable, it's just a matter of winning more and winning less. Xia Xun scratched the bridge of his nose and said lightly, but his words were full of a kind of unreasonable arrogance.

"Hmph..."

Gu Fan couldn't help but snort when he heard this: "I really don't understand, where did you get the confidence in your little out-of-body realm, and you actually dared to say this to me." ”

“......”

Xia Xun slowly lowered his palm and looked at Gu Fan seriously: "I have already told you the answer, but you don't believe it, if you don't believe it, if you don't believe it, you will lose three points, and three points are enough to doom the victory." ”

"Three points?"

Gu Fan was stunned, he didn't seem to understand what Xia Xun said. And Xia Xun didn't wait for him to answer, so he continued: "I told you at the beginning that there are more of us than you, and the more people there are, the greater the strength. Now it's three against two, but I haven't made a move yet, and if I make a move, I can beat you, it's a very simple arithmetic. ”

"Just you?"

"Yes. ”

"Then let me see how many pounds and taels you have!"

"Sew!"

At this point in the conversation, Gu Fan's contemptuous emotions had already ignited anger, and the anger carried the caution in his consciousness, and he snorted coldly with disdain! At the same time, the qi of both hands bloomed at the same time, and several runes were quickly drawn into the void, and the blood mist between the yin and yang compass skyrocketed by a few points again, and the blood mist on the periphery directly turned into countless sharp blades, attacking towards Xiahou!

However, he seemed to be a little slower.

Just like the previous mutation of Mo Xian's sword move, he could have a premonition that Xia Xun would make a move next. Otherwise, if the plotter is not completely sure, how can he easily tell you what he wants? Therefore, Gu Fan's shot at this moment already contains seventy percent of the strength, and he wants to win this battle with the momentum of overturning!

"Assault!"

"Attack!"

"Kill!"

"Phew!"

“......”

"Boom!!"

The sound of the wind breaking!Of course...

Xia Xun didn't give Gu Fan any chance to buffer. Just when Gu Fan reacted, he was about to rapidly increase his combat power to form a lore offensive. Xia Xun, who has not made a move, finally moved!

But seeing that he shouted the word "strong attack", Mo Xian, Xiahou, and Peony, who were fighting in the field, gritted their teeth at the same time and drank in response to the order. At the same time, Xia Xun's drooping hands suddenly stretched forward, his white fingers flew like butterflies, and countless shining yellow streamers shot out from his sleeves!

Every copper coin is a shot of light and shadow, and the light and shadow accumulate, and the streamer is like water. The speed is extremely fast, although it is far less fast than Mo Xian's sword and the traceless sickle, but the speed is also so fast that people can only see the streamer and shatter the shadow when they hear the wind. Shooting at the same time, it was like two yellow dragons growing from Xia Xun's hands. And where the dragon head is heading, it is the place where Xiahou Longxiang's iron fist is attacking and slamming!

What does Xia Xun want to do...

At this moment, Mo said that it was Gu Fan and Wuxi, even those viewers outside Yueyang Tower had already guessed seventy or eighty percent. What he wants to do is actually very simple, that is, to turn himself into a sharp sword that determines victory or defeat when Gu Fan and Wuxian are having no time to parry! Just as he said before, there are many people on his side, and there are many people and great strength, and this is what he relies on. And now that the battle is just equal, as long as Xia Xun uses his sword a little and joins the battle, he will become the last straw that crushes the camel, and he will be able to break through Gu Fan's defense in one fell swoop!

But is this really possible?

This is a common question in the hearts of many spectators outside Yueyang Tower. Xia Xunmou is high, no one will deny this. However, no matter how high Xia Xunmou is, his true cultivation is actually just a mere out-of-body realm. Mo said that let him deal with a powerhouse of the Apocalypse Realm, even if he was almost a peak master, he might not be able to hurt people in the slightest.

Of course, this is just the thoughts in the hearts of those Jianghu people who are not familiar with Xia Xun's details. If you know a little bit about Xia Xun, you won't actually think like this. After all, since Xia Xun arrived in Yueyang, there were not only one or two examples of him using out-of-body cultivation to defeat the sky-piercing powerhouse, and if he could still defeat a Heavenly Apocalypse powerhouse tonight, it might not be unimaginable. For this point, in fact, from Gu Fan's seven points of anger and three points of caution at the moment, you can see it very thoroughly. Because, how strong Xia Xun's sword is, what he can't see, what he can't see is the most difficult to choose.

"Rush!"

The sound of breaking the wind, one after another...

Xia Xun turned into butterflies with his palms and danced, dancing two yellow dragons, and went straight to the red sun. At this time, Xia Hou had already prepared, his two fists were ready, and without hesitation, the endless blood mist that stabbed in front of him was a punch!

The two-pronged attack is the full force of the two.

In an instant, there was a loud explosion, like frying powder in an oil pot!

Xiahou's fists were like two huge iron hammers, carrying the dragon like a phantom to bombard the barrier in the center of the red sun frantically without rhythm. With each punch he thrown, the sudden blood mist was instantly smashed to pieces by him, and the barrier of the red sun smashed into a small ripple. In contrast, the green vine sacrificed by the peony was much weaker, and the collision between the green vine and the blood mist only formed a holding momentum, and even the barrier of the red sun could not be touched. But these green vines are enough in number, overwhelming, and there is almost no gap between the vines, so these green vines can't hold on to the blood mist, and at the same time, they stubbornly suppress the blood mist's crazy expansion outward...

But that's enough.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom..."

One punch...

Two punches...

Three punches...

The blood mist burst out, and the ripple flowers bloomed.

The ancient Brahma base palm gave birth to a compass with thousands of blood light. But when Xiahou unscrupulously threw the fourth punch, a crack appeared in the barrier in the center of the Red Sun. It was at this time that the two yellow dragons that Xia Xun swung out had also shot behind Xia Hou in unison!

"Open it for me!"

"Boom!"

Roar...

I saw Xia Hou shouting violently, picking up his iron fist towards the crack of the barrier, and smashing it down with a fierce punch!

"Click..."

"Humph!"

“......”

Crackling sounds...

Xia Hou's punch with all his strength finally smashed a hole in this seemingly indestructible "eggshell". Looking at this cracked open, the anger on Gu Fan's face couldn't help but sink three points, and he couldn't help but snort angrily. However, he did not choose to sit still, but quickly folded his hands, his index finger flexed, his middle finger stood up, and his thumb hooked, forming a heavenly sacrifice mudra, and pushing towards the yin and yang compass floating in the void!

"Nuwa mends the sky!"

"Huh!"

With a low shout, the Yin Yang Compass suddenly became more than three times larger out of thin air, blocking under the crack of the red sun blood mist!

"Rush!"

"Oooo

It's too late, it's too late.

Or the offensive and defensive sides, the speed of making moves and changing moves is too fast. By the next moment when Gu Fan sacrificed the compass to fill the gap, the two yellow dragons that shot out in the distance had already merged into a larger dragon, and they were inserted into the red sun along the crack blasted by Xiahou, bombarding the Yin and Yang compass!

However...

"Boom!"

The sound of breaking iron, the sound of collision, the sound of continuous sound.

Countless copper plates were shattered by the faucet...

This yin and yang compass of Gu Fan is really worthy of being a saint's instrument. With the power of this holy weapon, he was outnumbered and invincible, and he was still at ease, and now in the face of the big yellow dragon sacrificed by Xia Xun, it was even more firmly pressed. Even though the Great Dragon was aggressive and extremely ferocious, as long as he hit the Yin Yang Compass, he would be stopped alive. The gap between copper and iron and divine weapons can be described as a world of difference.

The streamer turned solid, and the copper plate shattered.

The Yellow Dragon's compass was like a jet of water spraying on the hard stone wall, and it was difficult to do anything other than splash meaningless water. But Xia Xun didn't stop because of this, his hands turned into butterflies, and countless copper plates continued to burst out from his sleeves. And Gu Fan, although he looked a little struggling with one enemy and three enemies, but in fact, his stubborn position made it difficult for Xia Xun's side to move an inch, and it was still very easy.

"Is that all you have to do?"

The dragon elephant with a fierce fist, and the green vine figure out the shadow.

Blue Blade vs. Black Scythe, Brass Blooming Divine Soldier.

Xiahou and Peony are still attacking, and the stalemate between Mo Xian and Traceless continues. The fierce battle here has once again fallen into a pattern of inseparable...

"Kill!"