The blood color is enchanting, like a cluster of fireworks lighting up the night sky, adding a strong sense of slaughter and unyielding battle to this ice-covered world.

Mo Ming's eyes were red, the qi and blood in his body were agitated, he didn't spare the slightest hand, and as soon as he made a move, he was the strongest attack.

At this moment, in the face of a great crisis of life and death, in the face of the old man who was a big realm above him, he had to work hard to gain a glimmer of life for himself.

After the dozens of zhang long sword flashed, a piercing sound of breaking the void immediately erupted in the void, as if it was about to smash this void, and the space rippled one after another, directly distorting together.

At the same time, this scene was too fast, so fast that Feng Jianhan, who originally had a cold smile on his face, seemed to have eaten a bitter lotus, and the expression on his whole face instantly froze, and then his eyes opened rapidly, and his pupils were full of slashing blades.

Feng Jian was stunned, and Mo Ming's sudden attack broke his confidence that everything was under control, which made him even more unbelievable.

It's not that he didn't think that Mo Ming would resist, but he didn't expect Mo Ming's movements to be so fast, Mo Ming didn't think about it at all according to the time he gave, and almost did it as soon as he turned his gaze away.

And with this scene, what made him feel even more frightened was the blood-colored knife that was extremely demonic.

It was a kind of power that far exceeded his own strength, and it was difficult to raise the idea of resistance while making people feel the great crisis.

Although Feng Jianhan's cultivation is in the Great Perfection Realm of Foundation Building, relatively speaking, his strength is still a little behind those sects of the same realm.

In the small world of the Rakshasa Sect at the beginning, Mo Ming had killed dozens of people with one sword, and at least half of them were Daozi of various sects.

Yes, after this knife appeared, Feng Jianhan froze, and seemed to have forgotten to resist.

"Boy, you dare!"

Between the lightning and flint, the king camel who was still the owner of the early stage of Jindan reacted, only to see the king camel roar, and the whole person was like a hurricane that suddenly raged, flashed to Feng Jianhan's side in an instant, raised his old hands and slapped it against the knife.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, like fireworks, and a breath-stirring wave of qi burst out between the sword and the king's camel's hand, and it quickly swung in all directions.

"Humph!"

Wang Huozi snorted, and his rickety body involuntarily retreated backwards, until he knocked down Feng Jianhan before he could stop.

Wang Huozi's face was surprised, compared to Feng Jianhan's shock, he was even more moved, because this sword was already comparable to the blow of an ordinary Jindan early stage monk.

In this world, who is a monk who has cultivated in the early stage of foundation building, who can use such a method? Not even those who are in this realm of the Dao are not able to do so.

This is not rare in the world, but shocking, rare in ancient times!

At the same time, Mo Ming's face changed slightly, and a touch of disappointment flashed in his eyes, the strength of the demon sword was limited after all, and he was invincible in the face of the foundation building period monks, but it was still difficult to do real harm to the Jindan period monks, and the gap between his cultivation and Wang Huozi was too big.

It's just that at such a moment, there is no other way, if he doesn't resist, then what awaits him is death.

"You...... You're damned!"

Suddenly, an angry voice came, and Feng Jianhan woke up from the blow, his handsome cheeks suddenly became hideous, as if he wanted to hide the horror in his eyes.

"Uncle Wang, kill him for me, kill him for me! I want to skin him and pull his tendons, I want him to survive and not die!"

Feng Jian Han roared angrily, and as he spoke, he retreated wildly, he really couldn't believe that this kid who was only in the early stage of foundation building would show such an attack, if it wasn't for Wang Huozi's timely reaction just now, he would even believe that he was already in a different place.

This kind of fear, for a disciple of a family like him, is almost a rare thing to encounter in his life.

Therefore, he lost his composure, and became angry from horror and fear, and wanted the king camel to kill this thousand-knife killer as soon as possible.

When the voice fell, the king camel nodded, and at the same time flashed on the spot, and the whole person suddenly disappeared.

Mo Mingdang, even if it was a rin, almost didn't think about it, and the horizontal knife swung out again.

He didn't know that Wang Huozi was once a killer, and all he practiced was killing techniques, and he didn't know which direction Wang Huozi would kill him in the next moment after he disappeared, but he felt the danger, and he knew that his own strength was not enough to resist him, so he didn't think about how the other party would attack him.

His eyes were always fixed on Feng Jian Han, and seeing that Feng Jian Han withdrew for dozens of zhang, the qi and blood in his body quickly surged into the demon knife in his hand, and he quickly slashed over.

Mo Ming knew that if he really wanted to find a way to survive in this crisis, then Feng Jianhan must die.

Only by constantly attacking Feng Jian Han and using the power of the demon sword, Wang Huozi will have no time to attack him, and the initiative will always be firmly in his hands.

In this way, it is not impossible to fight for a glimmer of life. Because, calculating the time, Bai Xiu should be coming soon!

It was a gamble, but Mo Ming had no choice.

"Kill!"

Mo Ming roared, and in an instant, the ripples brought by the sword slashing through the void exploded the void, and in an instant, it was only half a zhang away from Feng Jian Han's body as soon as it flashed.

Feng Jianhan's face was suddenly shocked, his pupils were extremely round, and his body trembled uncontrollably, he didn't expect Uncle Wang to make a move, and the other party didn't care about it.

"Junior, you are looking for death!"

Suddenly, the king camel who had already disappeared into the void flashed out, and it was really as Mo Ming guessed, the king camel had no time to take the initiative to kill Mo Ming, because Mo Ming's sword was too strong, and the slightest carelessness in the cultivation of the wind and sword would kill him on the spot.

And as a servant of the Feng family, Wang Huozi couldn't let go of Feng Jianhan's comfort.

"Buzz"

A silver-white light lit up in the void, piercing the void, and with the appearance of the king camel, it struck the sword at an instant, and immediately let this void explode directly, and the waves of qi scattered, with a terrifying aura hitting everyone's hearts.

Mo Ming snorted violently, and used two knives in a row, causing nearly forty percent of the qi and blood in his body to be lost, his face became pale, his body suddenly became weak, and he stood in the middle of the field in a somewhat shaky state.

It seemed that the development of the whole situation had become dangerous for Mo Ming in an instant, and his idea was good, attack Feng Jian Han, contain the king camel, find life or wait for Bai Xiu to come to the rescue.

However, this idea has a fatal flaw, and that is the number of times the demon knife is used.

At most, he can slash again, this is already the limit, if there is more, his life will be in danger, and he will die due to excessive loss of qi and blood without the other party to kill.

Mo Ming felt a little miserable in his heart, but he had no time to pay attention to it, he couldn't stop, because the slightest pause would kill the king camel, and he couldn't deal with the killing of a Jindan early stage monk.

"Are you okay?"

Suddenly, at this moment, Ji Mingyue, who had not made any movement on the other side, stood up suddenly, grabbed Mo Ming's crumbling body and wanted to grit his teeth to attack, and asked in a low voice with a pair of beautiful eyebrows.