Chapter 175: A Sword

The two of them were surrounded by sword qi, killing everywhere, and when they collided, they did not show weakness, and the momentum of thunder burst out. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Yuanji's sword changed in a myriad of ways, and the nine paths shuttled back and forth among them, which was exactly the move of the fox born nine tails in the Litian Sword Sect's Zhen School Sword Scripture "Ling Tian Sword Technique".

The nine kendo are like nine fox tails, but they are not fluffy, but composed of sword qi, and the long swords are intertwined, graceful and elegant.

At this time, a soft sword is like a giant dragon, shuttling through it, with ease, the aura of the king spreads out, and it is the Dragon Emperor sword style of the Sword Emperor, every move, the dragon shakes its head and tail, and the sword qi of the scale armor is vertical and horizontal, and the killing intent is unparalleled.

Ravines appeared on the ground covered with blood and water, all of which were passed by long swords, rubbing the ground, leaving traces, as for the mountains, rocks, grass and trees, they had already become powder and crumbs, and they drifted away with the boundless blood qi.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought dozens of times, Mo Yuanji held the long sword, the qi and blood in his body fluctuated, the dense scars on his body were exposed, and the bright red blood seeped out from this dense wound, followed by the next drop of blood, followed by the next wound, one after another, the blood gathered into a thin stream, bubbling on the body of this ravine, dripping on the ground, making small pits.

Three zhang away from Mo Yuanji, Zhao Haochen, who was standing, only had a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and he looked light.

However, although Mo Yuanji was seriously injured, he was also the peak master of Hong Yuanjing, and Zhao Haochen's backlash was also quite powerful.

His legs were trembling slightly, as if numb, not listening to his own call, the fine beads of sweat on his back soaked his shirt, and the blood in his whole body was vibrating, desperately squeezing outward, as if to break through his skin, break his meridians, and burst out.

The accumulated flash flood erupted like a thousand pounds, wave after wave, and the towering embankment was undergoing one wave after another.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and shot again.

The sword qi was staggered, and the two of them were obviously a little exhausted, Zhao Haochen's momentum was stunned, Mo Yuanji seized the opportunity to attack, he could not care about his life, but Zhao Haochen couldn't.

Mo Yuanji approached step by step, and Zhao Haochen could only retreat. But at this moment, a killing force locked on him and attacked his heart.

Mo Yuxuan attacked, as soon as he made a move, he took the method of sneak attack, and a smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Haochen's mouth imperceptibly, he was waiting for this moment of killing.

The soft sword inlaid with the sword stone can kill Mo Yuxuan back and forth, and with the moment of shock, it can be taken by surprise, and Mo Yuanji can be killed with a twist.

When the crisis was approaching, Zhao Haochen's face was a little flustered, and he looked a little at a loss.

"Zhao Haochen is taking his life!" Mo Yuxuan roared like a mad demon.

Liu Cheng's gaze locked on Mo Yuxuan for a moment, and it was already too late to draw his sword, and a resolute and tragic aura emanated from him.

The green tendons were beating suddenly, the internal force was rushing in all directions, and he had already launched a forbidden move, burning essence and blood, and his steps were leaping, but Mo Yuxuan's purple gold jade flute was only one step away from Zhao Haochen's heart, and his speed was still not fast enough.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a smile appeared in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand was thrown suddenly behind him, his body accelerated suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, Mo Yuxuan's jade flute was against his chest.

Zhao Haochen's soft sword also arrived, and in the middle of the roundabout, Mo Yuxuan's head flew up in the air, and the killing intent in Zhao Haochen's eyes was unprecedentedly unprecedented, staring at all beings.

"Yuxuan!" Mo Yuanji roared, old tears flowed, although he had already known Mo Yuxuan's ending, but at this moment, let him see with his own eyes that the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, even if he was transcendent, it was difficult to calm down in his heart.

Mo Yuanji's nine sword paths seemed to be incarnated to kill powerful ghosts, and they attacked Zhao Haochen from nine directions, this sword means a lore, in the face of such a sword, Zhao Haochen looked at the nine daos, and was surprised to find that the dao was a real sword, and none of them were empty swords.

He didn't bother to distinguish it, his mind moved slightly, the sword stone embedded in the soft sword trembled slightly, Mo Yuanji only felt that his eyes were flashing, except for the sword in front of him, the rest of the eight swords all collapsed, just as he watched, Zhao Haochen's soft sword and the sword in his hand struck, and the qi and blood all over his body seemed to be boiling, wanting to break through his body.

A strong force hit his chest, Mo Yuanji's footsteps were vain, and he hurriedly retreated backwards, only then did he unload the strong force on his chest and stand still.

Zhao Haochen also breathed a sigh of relief, and resolved the attack of the nine sword paths, Mo Yuanji, as a master of Hong Yuanjing, naturally had higher combat experience than Zhao Haochen, but he still had the help of sword stones in Zhao Haochen.

"Dad, Dad!" Zhao Haochen's belief moved, and Jian Shi flew back with a soft sword, surrounding Zhao Haochen, and the sound of creeping was very good.

"Little brother, although Yuxuan can't live anymore, you shouldn't kill him in front of the old man!" Mo Yuanji was very sad and looked at Zhao Haochen very bitterly.

Zhao Haochen didn't have a trace of remorse in his eyes, stared at Mo Yuanji, and said, "It's reasonable, I really shouldn't kill him in front of you, I should let him sink behind you." ”

He was right, the two sympathized with each other, and indeed an old man should not be allowed to endure the suffering.

"But I, Zhao Haochen, am not a philanthropic person, since Mo Yuxuan dares to sneak attack me, then he should think about the end. If he hadn't died, I'd have died!"

This time, Mo Yuanji didn't speak, if it was him, he would have killed Mo Yuxuan without hesitation.

"What's more, my subordinates almost died at his hands, and if I don't kill him, I can't explain it to my brothers!"

Zhao Haochen didn't turn his head, just looked at Mo Yuanji fixedly, but Liu Cheng, who was being supported, had tears in his eyes, and a warm current was flowing in his heart.

Brother! The gang leader even called me brother!

"I understand you, however, I have my position, and I must go all out to avenge my grandchildren!" Mo Yuanji said.

"You have your principles, I have my insistence, I'll send you on the road!" Zhao Haochen's voice was full of endless pity, but he didn't get carried away by it.

The sword stone was full of brilliance, and countless sword shadows surrounded Mo Yuanji, his face changed greatly, extremely dignified, he never expected Zhao Haochen to have such a killing move.

Without any change, the sword shadow slashed down towards Mo Yuanji's figure at the same time, and at the same time, Zhao Haochen's whole body danced, and the sound of hidden weapons flying across the sky.

Mo Yuanji had a soft sword stuck in his head, and his whole body was densely covered with pinholes.