"Boom!"

In the sky, there was another extremely ferocious collision, and the two figures retreated at the same time, a hundred feet apart, and they confronted each other in the air.

Mo Zhiyao was behind him with one hand, looking at his appearance, he was still so indifferent. It was as if the round of battle just now had no impact on him. On the other hand, Meng Yantian's breathing was slightly heavy, his hair bun was a little scattered, and his appearance looked slightly embarrassed.

"It seems that you are not very good, and you are not as strong as you say. If that's the case, I'm disappointed. Mo Zhiyao flicked his slender fingers and said in a flat voice. But in the midst of that, there is a clear taste of irony.

Hearing Mo Zhiyao's words, Meng Yantian's face trembled. For so many years, it was the first time he had been ridiculed by a young junior.

Meng Yantian took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, he knew that the young man in front of him must not be judged by normal standards. After all, being able to use the cultivation of the six patterns as the realm, but suppressing himself so embarrassed, such a strength is already quite terrifying.

"Mo Zhiyao, no wonder Yang'er will be planted in your hands, your strength is indeed underestimated by the old man. Meng Yantian stood in the air, his voice was low, and his eyes were full of cold chills.

Mo Zhiyao's eyebrows raised slightly, looked at Meng Yantian with a playful look, and said, "If you just say this nonsense, I advise you to avoid it." ”

"Yes, the old man doesn't like to talk about this nonsense. Meng Yantian's eyes narrowed slowly, staring at Mo Zhiyao opposite, and after a while, the corners of his lips were strangely glowing with a hideous arc.

"Mo Zhiyao, do you really think that the old man's strength is only the transformation of the seven patterns?" Meng Yantian looked at Mo Zhiyao and suddenly said with a sneer.

Hearing Meng Yantian's words, Feng Huo and the others below trembled suddenly. Immediately, a look of horror appeared uncontrollably in his eyes. Listening to Meng Yantian's meaning, could it be that his cultivation is not what is revealed on the surface? This old guy actually hides his strength!

In the sky, Meng Yantian's face was full of smirks, and in an instant, his palms suddenly clenched. Suddenly, a terrifying hurricane of spiritual power shrouded and opened. An extremely heavy spiritual power spread out. That sense of oppression, I don't know how many times stronger than just now!

The majestic crimson spiritual power turned into a sea of fire around Meng Yantian's body, and the waves of fire were surging, releasing waves of heart-palpitating violent fluctuations.

The realm represented by that kind of fluctuation was terrifyingly the transformation of the Eight Lines! Moreover, it was still the level that was infinitely close to the Nine Patterns! Meng Yantian's true strength was actually so terrifying!

"What? This Meng Yantian's hidden strength is actually terrifying to such a degree. This cunning old fox is really unfathomable. Below, Feng Huo and the others, their faces turned pale in an instant. Meng Yantian's cultivation realm skyrocketed in an instant, making them all feel a trace of powerlessness and despair.

Even if Mo Zhiyao's real combat power far exceeds his own level, but at this moment, Meng Yantian already belongs to the level of half a step and nine patterns, such a huge gap in strength, can Mo Zhiyao still plan to make up for it?

"Senior ......" Feng Huo raised his head and saw the blue-eyed girl standing in the air in front of him, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Mo Zhiyao is not the opponent of Meng Yantian, but in front of him, there is still such a great god.

"Look, isn't it your turn to make a move?"

Feng Huo looked at Qing Xin cautiously and said in a low voice. The people around also hurriedly gathered their eyes. In their minds, unless it was Qing Xin who made a move at this moment, if he only relied on Mo Zhiyao, he would definitely not be the opponent of Meng Yantian.

"Shall I make a move?" Qing Xin heard this, and a strange color suddenly appeared on her beautiful face. Then she glanced lightly at Feng Huo and the others behind her, looking at their expectant eyes, but she shook her head.

"Senior, aren't you here to help Brother Mo?" Seeing this, Feng Huo suddenly became anxious, and at the same time, he was also puzzled in his heart, how could this blue-eyed girl who seemed to be on her side choose to stand by at such a critical time.

Qing Xin pursed her ruddy little mouth, and scolded Mo Zhiyao directly in her heart. Then, she turned her delicate body and withdrew her gaze. The ethereal voice reached the ears of Feng Huo and the others.

"Just take a good look, an old guy with half a step and nine stripes can make him a little more serious. As for the dangers? You're thinking a little too much. ”

"Huh?" Qing Xin's words made Feng Huo and the others directly petrified, and after looking at each other for a while, they turned their stiff necks and looked at the sky opposite.

Only by exerting his true strength can Meng Zhiyao make Mo Zhiyao a little more serious? Can anyone explain to me what this sentence means? Could it be that until now, Mo Zhiyao has not been able to do it seriously?

In this way, Mo Zhiyao's current strength has reached such a terrifying level!

"Mo Zhiyao, now, do you still feel disappointed?" Meng Yantian looked at Mo Zhiyao with gloomy eyes, the expression on his face was extremely hideous and proud. That look, as if the latter has been decided.

"Oh, so this is your real strength?" Mo Zhiyao raised his head slightly, looking at Meng Yantian with an arrogant and smug expression on the opposite side, and the corners of his mouth flashed a playful arc.

On the other side, Meng Yantian looked at Mo Zhiyao with such a demeanor, and there was a trace of dismayness in his eyes. In his imagination, Mo Zhiyao at this moment should have a panicked reaction. But now, the latter is still not salty, as if he still doesn't care about his current self. This made him puzzled, and at the same time, an evil fire rose from his heart.

"Pretentious boy, the old man wants to see why you are so arrogant!" Meng Yantian's face completely darkened, and immediately his seal method changed, and suddenly, I saw that the vast spiritual power suddenly swept out, turned into rolling magma flowing, and then condensed out, above Mo Zhiyao's head, turned into a huge magma vortex.

The magma vortex slowly rotated, and a terrifying wave like a burning mountain boiling a sea overflowed from it, directly enveloping the radius of a hundred zhang centered on Mo Zhiyao.

At this moment, the offensive launched by Meng Yantian was obviously much more fierce than before. That kind of terrifying spiritual power fluctuation rendered half of the sky red.

"Vulcan Falls!"

Meng Yantian shouted angrily, and then his hands suddenly pressed down. I saw that in the magma whirlpool in the sky, there was a clear sound of waves. Then, everyone saw that the rolling torrent rushed out of the magma whirlpool, like a huge magma waterfall, pouring down from the nine heavens.

The magma torrent fell into the sky, and the space in that place was burned by the terrifying heat and showed signs of cracking. The sight of everyone looking there became distorted. It's a terrifying sight.

Mo Zhiyao slowly raised his head, looking at the magma torrent suppressed above, but he did not dodge or dodge. In the next moment, his figure was submerged in it.

"Arrogant boy! The old man's Fire God Waterfall, even if the powerhouse of the Nine Patterns is caught in it, he will have to pay a lot of money to get out. You dare to be so big, you are really asking for your own death!" Looking at Mo Zhiyao, who was annihilated by the fire waterfall, a hideous and cruel smile appeared on Meng Yantian's face, and he said in a cold voice.

Then, before the sinister smile on his face completely spread, the next moment, it suddenly froze!

I saw that in the magma waterfall hanging in the sky, it actually emanated a strange extremely cold aura that was diametrically opposite to its attributes. The chill, like a cold current, burst out in the center of the magma waterfall and spread at an alarming rate.

The cold snap swept in, and it was only a few breaths of time, and it completely enveloped the magma waterfall. The power of the extreme cold caused the temperature in this piece of heaven and earth to plummet until it reached freezing!

The entire magma waterfall, swept away by the cold current, turned into stiff volcanic rock. On the surface of the rock mass, there is even a thick layer of ice crystals, which shine with a crystal luster under the reflection of sunlight.

Not only that, what made Meng Yantian even more shocked was that the air around him was full of ice crystals condensing because of this cold current, and the howling cold wind, with a chilling knife power, left clear traces in the void space.

"You're so happy, it's too early. The cold voice came from the solidified volcanic rock in front of him, causing Meng Yantian's face to change drastically in an instant.

"Click!"

A crisp cracking sound came from the volcanic rock. Then, Meng Yantian's pupils constricted, and he saw that huge cracks burst out on the surface of the volcanic rock, and then spread rapidly like spider webs, reaching every corner.

"Phew!"

A crisp and loud chirping of a bird resounded and soared into the sky. The next moment, the huge volcanic rock exploded directly, and a peacock with a gorgeous appearance, an ice blue body, exuding endless chill and noble arrogance, was reflected in everyone's eyes.

The beautiful and touching tail screen unfolded behind him, and that scene was extremely amazing. The eyes of the ice peacock condescendingly looked at Meng Yantian with a frightened face, and his arrogant eyes seemed to be looking down on a humble ant.

A figure burst out from the body of the Ice Peacock, tearing through the sky at an astonishing speed, and finally slammed into Meng Yantian's body.

"Bang!"

Meng Yantian, who was still in shock, couldn't dodge, and shot out directly, and finally fell straight to the ground, shaking the ground below and collapsing.

After the figure crashed into Meng Yantian, it didn't stop, and then followed, and the fist shining with golden red light slammed into Meng Yantian's chest mercilessly!