Ask yourself, Mo Xiaoye didn't think that he was lucky enough to dodge the attack of the flying sword every time, not to mention looking at the posture of the blue-clothed blood slave, it should be a manifestation of the cultivation of his body to the extreme, but Mo Xiaoye had to gamble. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Just now, he had secretly tried to attack the coffin with a gangsha, but there was a blood cocoon wrapped around the coffin, and his gangsha was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no shock.

To put it bluntly, his recklessness is something similar to an energy body.

Do you think it can attack? Of course it can, it pierces the shoulder of the blue-clothed blood slave with just one move, which is basically the same as the attack of a weapon.

Do you say that its attack power is strong? Very strong, not ordinarily strong, not integrated into the power of the Dao Gangsha only relied on three strokes to break the pure land of the Buddha Kingdom of Huixin, to the extent that if it is placed in the same realm, Gangsha's attack is much stronger than the Demon Boy's soul chasing hook.

But it is such a strong offensive Gangsha, only it can't break the magic weapon of the cultivator, nor can it penetrate the coffin board that is several feet thick behind him, the reason is in his essence, in the end, it is just a kind of energy body, who has ever seen the flow of water can break the steel plate?

If you want to destroy a hard substance, you don't have to use a harder substance, but at least the hardness of the two should not be too different.

Looking at the flying sword that locked on himself from afar, tearing the air and slashing towards him, Mo Xiaoxie's eyes flashed, and his strength was concentrated in his body and he was ready to dodge, but in an instant Mo Xiaoye was dumbfounded, this sword was impartial, it was very accurate, and it was in the center of his chest, no matter which way he needed to dodge, the distance he needed to move was the same, and it was also the best way to deal with an enemy like him who avoided a fight.

There was no time to hesitate, Mo Xiaoxie gritted his teeth, exerted his strength with both feet, and turned right to dodge, but it was still a little close, even with the fastest speed, the flying sword could hit his arm, and at this critical moment, Mo Xiaoxie used his anger and slammed into the side of the sword body.

"Uhhh

With fresh blood, the flying sword grazed the outside of Mo Xiaoxie's arm, piercing the blood cocoon and hitting the coffin, bursting out with a crisp sound like metal colliding.

Mo Xiaoxie's eyes widened, and he turned his head to stare at the back, hoping to appear the scene he wanted to see, the flying sword pierced into the blood cocoon, revealing only one hilt on the outside, but unfortunately after a while, nothing happened, and the coffin was still intact, as if the previous majestic attack had no effect.

No way!

Mo Xiaoye roared in his heart, he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, he pinned so much hope on him, he didn't hesitate to be injured to achieve his goal, but the result was indeed a little cruel to him.

Ignoring the large red sleeves on his left arm, Mo Xiaoxie staggered to the front of the blood coffin, grabbed the exposed hilt of the sword tightly with his uninjured right hand, pulled out a section and slammed it in again.

"Pong-"

With a pleasant impact sound, Mo Xiaoxie knew by his hand whether this time had worked or not, the tip of the sword was clearly a very hard object, and the anti-shock force transmitted in reverse alone made Mo Xiaoxie's right hand a little numb.

Just when Mo Xiaoxie wanted to try again, the flying sword began to tremble at this moment, and he was about to break free from the grasp of his right hand.

Mo Xiaoxie was shocked in his heart, knowing that the blue-clothed blood slave was recalling the flying sword, if he called it back, wouldn't the injury on his arm be in vain?

Mo Xiaoxie gritted his steel teeth, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he controlled the flying sword in his hand with a slightly crazy expression, roared, and poured Gangsha into the sword, which was originally a dark red sword body, and if there was a golden brilliance flashing in it, Mo Xiaoxie knew that this was the light of Gangxie.

Suddenly, the flying sword in his hand no longer trembled, and even the red light was a lot weaker, although Mo Xiaoye didn't know why, but without the interference of the blue-clothed blood slave, he was naturally overjoyed, and without looking ahead, Mo Xiaoxiao took out the long sword and put it in his hand.

What Mo Xiaoxie didn't know was that these fairy swords were all magic weapons owned by the blood slaves during their lifetimes, and under normal circumstances, they were all natal magic weapons, which were connected with their own spiritual sense, and Mo Xiaoxi's attack on the spiritual consciousness of the spiritual consciousness could at most be through the connection between the natal magic weapon and its master, and a small attack on the spiritual sense of the master of the magic weapon could not erase the natal brand, but because these blood slaves were killed by the demon boy before their deaths, these flying swords as the natal magic weapon disappeared after the death of the master, and the natal imprint disappeared, for the current blood slaves, they are no different from ordinary magic weapons, and they can be driven by a little imprint, but this blue-clothed blood slave was unlucky enough to meet Mo Xiaoxi, In the case of Mo Xiaoxie's full force injected into Gangsha, that little mark was finally overwhelmed and was erased by Gangsha.

Mo Xiaoxie stood up, looked at the blood coffin in front of him, and slowly recalled the sword that his master Wei Dao stabbed that day, the amazing sword that made heaven and earth lose color.

Mo Xiaoxie's sword-holding right arm slowly raised, imagining that there was an enemy in front of him who caused the Yan family to be wiped out, and the unprecedented murderous aura condensed on Mo Xiaoxie's body and soul, and slowly opened his eyes, and he could see that the red glow in Mo Xiaoxie's eyes was no darker than the red in the eyes of the blood slave.

Turning all the murderous qi into the gang, the golden-red light on the fairy sword instantly swelled several times in an instant.

When his strength reached its peak, Mo Xiaoxie changed his stab to a split, as if he was using a knife, jumped up, drew a long arc with all his strength, and slashed at the blood coffin.

"Click-"

A loud bang descended like thunder from the sky, and the entire height of the blood coffin sank several feet deep into the ground because of the force of this split.

At the same moment, the blue-clothed blood slave formed a magic spell and hit Mo Xiaoxie's body, blasting Mo Xiaoxie's body that was still in the air to the edge of the formation, slamming it violently, and then being bounced to the ground on the side, rolling several times before stopping.

The clothes on Mo Xiaoxie's back were shattered, the external injuries and internal injuries were in severe pain, and several mouthfuls of blood spit out from his mouth one after another, and his face was pale, like a terminally ill person.

Although this method does not make the Laurel Tanzhi mysterious on the day of the dream, the blue-clothed blood slave is the cultivation of the Dao Miao Realm after all, and the power exerted is much greater than that of the dream, plus the injury from the two Laurel Tanzhi hits before has not healed, and now it is even worse.

Mo Xiaoxie groaned in pain, curled up, stalked his neck, although there was still blood in his mouth, his eyes stared straight in one direction, surprisingly despite such a serious injury, he still laughed nonstop, and when he laughed, blood choked into his trachea, and he coughed violently.

The blood coffin made a cracking sound, and the blood cocoons that wrapped it were slowly dispersing, clear and hideous cracks covered the surface of the blood coffin, and the magic weapon flying sword stuck in the crack turned into metal powder and floated in the air because it couldn't withstand the force.

The blood coffin, which was as hard as a coffin, was destroyed by Mo Xiaoxie's evil power!

Due to the damage to the foundation of this formation, the range covered by the formation was reduced by half in an instant, and the first to react was the inextricable Shesheng and the Demon Boy who were fighting in mid-air, they had strong spiritual sense, and the distance that could be observed was much farther, and when they found that their formation was broken, the Demon Boy's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"How did he do that?" said the Demon Boy through gritted teeth.

She Sheng clasped his hands together and smiled indifferently: "I said a long time ago, as long as you use a sharp enough attack, even hard objects will be destroyed." ”

She Sheng's face was not shocked, but he was also very surprised in his heart, when he said this, of course, he was not referring to Mo Xiaoxie, although Mo Xiaoxie's Dao heart is very strong, but in Shesheng's opinion, his Dao heart power cannot exert the strongest effect because of the lack of cultivation exercises, which makes Mo Xiaoxie's hope of breaking the blood coffin very slim.

She Sheng knows Huixin very well, he can be regarded as growing up watching Huixin since he was a child, Shesheng believes that with Huixin's strength, it is only a matter of time before he breaks the blood coffin, but he didn't expect Mo Xiaoxie to be in front of Huixin, which also makes Shesheng pay more attention to Mo Xiaoxie.

Be sure to let Mo Xiaoye join the Lei Yin Temple, this is the idea of sacrificing his life at this moment.

Shesheng's answer choked the demon boy, his face was gloomy, and he silently controlled the soul chasing hook to greet Shesheng's body. She Sheng fought back unhurriedly, and the two fought again.

The scope of the formation narrowed, and the three of them, Yun Shangfei and Li Shi, who were on the left and right sides of Mo Xiaoxie, immediately knew about it.

Li Shi and their opponent the green-clothed blood slave were more or less colored, but Li Shi's injuries were real, and the green-clothed blood slave's injuries would not take more than a while to heal, except for the clothes that were full of cuts, the skin was smooth as new, and even the scars did not fall.

With this layer of protection, the green-clothed blood slave is even more desperate to fight for his life, desperately injured to kill Li Shi and them, although they all have spiritual sense, but the speed of the flying sword is too fast for them, even if they catch the trajectory of the flying sword's movement, they can't dodge, they can only use magic weapons to parry, but how can their cultivation withstand the attack of Dao Bud Realm cultivation, block it and suffer a little injury, so accumulated, the three of them are injured one by one, whether it is mental or physical is already tired, looking at the intact green-clothed blood slave, their hearts are full of despair。

"Well, the formation seems to have become smaller. Huang Zhen looked at the red light barrier that changed from a ninety-degree angle to a forty-five-degree angle, and said in surprise.

Li Shi looked at it and looked happy, and said: "A corner of the formation has been broken, everyone hold on a little longer, I believe that someone will come to support us soon." ”

"That direction seems to be the little evil going......" Zhao Ting took a deep breath and said with a complicated expression.

Li Shi and Huang Zhen glanced at each other and smiled bitterly......

On the other side, Yun Shangfei was stunned when he saw the shrunken formation, and his head couldn't turn around.

How is it possible? How did Mo Xiaoye do it?

Yun Shangfei tried to attack with ordinary spells, but when he hit the blood cocoon, he only made a muffled sound, and he didn't shake it for a moment, which showed how strong the blood coffin was.

"I don't want to lose. "Although Yun Shangfei is a frequent mistake and a little lazy on weekdays, his competitiveness is almost unmatched.

Using his spiritual sense to sweep the yellow-clothed blood slave who was chasing after him, Yun Shangfei stood in mid-air and stopped.

Yun Shangfei looked at the blood slave with an expressionless face and didn't know the pain with a wry smile, and said lightly: "The master has hidden me in the snow for so long, I didn't expect that I would be exposed today because of a little puppet of yours, you should feel lucky." ”

Yun Shangfei's face was solemn and grim, looking directly at the oncoming figure proudly, his eyes were calm, his body was full of immortal aura, and the mysterious aura seemed to have been unlocked and came out wantonly, how could there be the usual clumsiness and dullness.

An ancient fairy sword floated beside him, and Yun Shangfei's feet were empty......