The sound of this "click" is not very loud, if it is not for the three of them to be small accomplished monks, I am afraid that at this time under the cover of this thunder and fire will not be heard at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But this faint voice, falling in the ears of Master Qingyuan, was like the sound of a cruel laugh of a life-urging evil ghost, and his face turned pale for a while, and his body was sweating like pulp, not to mention that he was speaking with his mouth, and even his legs were shaking like chaff. Don't look at this Qingyuan Venerable Master who has a high-minded immortal posture on weekdays, but in fact, he is the most greedy and afraid, and he has been able to thrive in the Black Mountain Mountains over the years, all thanks to a pair of eyes that know people. But who would have thought that he would meet such a freak whose cultivation does not match his combat power today.

Mo Xuan saw that the various magic weapons and spiritual weapons around Master Qingyuan could not last under the thunder and flames, and he was secretly happy at the moment, and he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

This mouthful of blood is not ordinary blood, but the essence blood in the human body, and when it is spurted, it is missing a mouthful, and it is difficult to make up for it without months or even more than years of penance.

This essence blood is precious and abnormal, and its effect is also extremely obvious, I saw that with this mouthful of essence blood spurting out, Mo Xuan's face was certainly pale, and his eyes were a little dim, but the power of the thunder and fire method was also much greater out of thin air.

The two of them are deadlocked with each other like this, fighting with the last breath in their hearts, whoever disempowers first will lose.

The Snow Wolf Girl looked at the two of them like this, and it took about a stick of incense to pass the time, and finally, the aura in Mo Xuan's body was consumed, and the thunder and flames also slowly receded, and with the disappearance of the thunder and flames, many magic weapons beside Master Qingyuan crackled and fell to the ground as a pile of pieces.

Mo Xuan's body was overdrawn with spiritual energy, and he had spurted out a mouthful of essence blood before, and at this time, his face was like a blank piece of paper, slightly hunched over his back and gasping for breath. Compared to Mo Xuanlai, the Master of Qingyuan was even more embarrassed, his face was full of gray hair and beard almost burned, and his face was scorched black, and the dark cyan Dao robe on the mountain was even more burned and tattered, and at the hem of the Dao robe, there were still a few sparks slowly burning, and wisps of green smoke came out.

"Good...... Boy, you're so good, you're going to ...... Forcing your Daoist Master to be so embarrassed, I can't spare you!" Looking at Mo Xuan in front of him, the Qing Yuan master was very popular, stretched out his hand and pointed at Mo Xuan, and shouted angrily.

Mo Xuan grinned, showed a mouthful of white teeth, and said, "It's not clear who goes around whom." ”

"Ahhh Originally, the Master Qingyuan had a lot of magic weapons, although they had destroyed a lot before, but those magic weapons were all focused on defense, and now there are many magic weapons in the Sumeru bag that are good at attacking.

However, in order to resist Mo Xuan's thunder and fire exchange method, the Master Qingyuan has already consumed a lot of spiritual energy, if he urges the magic weapon, I am afraid that it will not last long, if he can't deal with Mo Xuan with the power of thunder, then he will be a little passive. Moreover, Mo Xuan forced him into such a situation before, and his heart was nameless, and he must beat Mo Xuan to death with a pair of old fists to relieve his hatred.

I saw that the Venerable Master Qingyuan blessed his fists with aura, and for a while, there was a faint brilliance on his fists, as if they were two golden sledgehammers. With an angry shout, his right fist blasted towards Mo Xuan with the sound of the wind.

Mo Xuan's aura in his body at this time was completely empty, and when he saw the Venerable Master Qingyuan's punch, he knew that this hateful blow must not be underestimated, and he did not touch it head-on at the moment, and danced the silver rhino sword in his hand into a sword net in front of him to protect himself.

Previously, the pair of twin thorns in the hands of the Master Qingyuan were cut off by Mo Xuan's sword, so he knew that this sword was extraordinary, although with his cultivation, a pair of old fists were harder than ordinary blades made of fine iron under the blessing of aura, but he didn't dare to put it on it just like that.

But at this time, a punch was blasted out, and most of the strength in his body was on this punch, and it was too late to take it back.

This Master Qingyuan is worthy of being an old man, and his experience in fighting with others is not comparable to Mo Xuan, I saw him stretch out his five fingers, turn his fist into a palm, and under the slight spit in his palm, a palm formed by light and shadow condensed towards Mo Xuan's chest.

The palm condensed by this light and shadow seemed illusory, but in fact, it condensed most of the cultivation of the Master Qingyuan at this time, and the power was really terrifying. Mo Xuan saw that the light palm was coming quickly, and his heart suddenly struck, if it was an ordinary time, even if this palm really hit him, it would be a few mouthfuls of blood, and the injury would not be too serious, but at this time, there was no aura protection, and he was not surprised except that his physique was much stronger than that of mortals, and this palm was bound to take his life, so he didn't dare to slack off at the moment, and waved the long sword in his hand more quickly.

Master Qingyuan's eyes are old and spicy, and he has already seen that Mo Xuan is now at the end of the crossbow, although this palm is only two or three percent of the power of the ordinary, but it is enough to deal with Mo Xuan.

It's tedious to say, but in fact, all of this happened in the electric flint, and the light palm collided with the silver rhino sword in the blink of an eye.

It's also strange to say, originally according to common sense, after the collision of the same blade and Dao technique, even if there is no vision, there should be some noise. It's strange that after such a sword without any aura blessing collided with the light palm, the light palm disappeared in an instant, as if it was swallowed by the silver rhino sword.

Mo said that it was the Snow Wolf Girl and the Master of Qingyuan, and even Mo Xuan, who personally refined the Silver Rhino Sword, was at a loss. But at this time, it was a matter of life and death, Mo Xuan didn't have time to think too much, seeing that the light palm seemed to be swallowed by the silver rhino sword, he was overjoyed at the moment, and shouted: "Old thief, look at the sword." A sword slashed at the Venerable Master Qingyuan's head.

The Venerable Master Qingyuan's heart was shaken at this time, and he didn't check for a while, and was slashed by the silver rhino sword on his neck.

When the Silver Rhino Sword was about to be present, the Venerable Master Qingyuan hurriedly shouted, "You must not kill me!"

Mo Xuan didn't want to listen to his nonsense, but for no reason, his heart moved, and the long sword in his hand hung on the side of Master Qingyuan's neck and condensed, and said coldly: "Oh? You have repeatedly killed me, why can't I kill you." ”

As he spoke, he pressed the silver rhino sword in his hand into the skin and flesh of Master Qingyuan. Although the Master of Qingyuan said that his cultivation was profound, and his flesh was already extremely tough, but after the Silver Rhino Sword was tempered by Mo Xuan, it was no longer a mortal thing, and when it was pressed hard, it went deep into the flesh and skin, and a wisp of blood dripped down the Silver Rhino Sword to the ground.

At this time, although his life hung in the hands of others, the Venerable Master Qingyuan was not in a hurry, and sneered: "Do you know who I am? I am ......"

After finishing speaking, the silver rhino sword in Mo Xuan's hand went a little deeper, and said coldly: "I don't care who you are, if you can't tell you any useful news, then go and die." As he spoke, he made a gesture to cut off a head of the Venerable Master Qingyuan.

Seeing that Mo Xuan was very murderous, the Venerable Qingyuan didn't dare to be verbose at the moment, and hurriedly shouted, "Do you know the Yin Clan!"