"Fifteen hundred zhang! Why is Mo Zhiyao's speed advancing so fast!" The little fat man was almost stupid, and Xue Wen beside him had an extremely ugly face. Mo Zhiyao's arrogance far exceeded his expectations.

Xue Wen didn't expect Mo Zhiyao to break into this distance, according to his previous inference, Mo Zhiyao would at least rush to a distance of 1,800 zhang. The point is, the speed at which Mo Zhiyao is moving forward is too fast!

Xue Wen's personal achievement this time was two thousand zhang! The peak cultivation of the Seven Human Patterns made Xue Wen not believe that Mo Zhiyao would surpass him. However, what he saw in his eyes gave Xue Wen an unprecedented sense of threat! Because Xue Wenming confessed, the time it took him to break through to a distance of 1,500 zhang was three times that of Mo Zhiyao!

"No, he won't surpass me, he's only in the early stage of Nayuan!I'm at the peak of Nayuan!" Xue Wen's eyes were bloodshot, and his face looked a little hideous.

"Chu Fan, this kid named Mo Zhiyao, I really haven't seen it, until now, he can actually compete with Ji Haoran!" A burly young man, with a shocked look on his face, said to the purple-shirted young man standing beside him.

"Hehe, it seems that there is another demon in our Beiyuan!" With a lazy smile, as if he didn't care about anything, the young man with a dogtail in his mouth leaned on the shoulder of the burly man, and said lazily. "What are you worried about, even if both teams finish in the top three, our team won't be kicked out of the top three. It's Xue Wen's ice cube that should be worried. Anla, no tears, help me rub my shoulders, Dead Wang Yuan's muscles are so hard, he killed me. ”

With a naughty face, the long black hair was casually coiled around the back of the head, with a deep dimple on the left cheek, and the bright big eyes flickered, no matter how you look at it, Jing Wutear, who is the image of a little girl who has not grown up, agreed sweetly, and a pair of small pink fists rhythmically hit Chu Fan's shoulder.

"Brother Chu Fan, if you are surpassed by Mo Zhiyao, will you be very faceless?" The innocent voice made Chu Fan's face bitter.

"How do you ask me to answer this kind of question, beat my back well, what are so many words!" Chu Fan said angrily. seemed to be unconcerned, but he couldn't completely hide the arrogance and fighting spirit in his eyes.

can rank among the top three in Beiyuan, which one is not proud to the core, it's just that some people don't like to show it, just like Chu Fan. But this does not mean that he is willing to be behind, just looking at the fact that he broke Ji Haoran's record this year, he knows that Chu Fan is by no means a person who easily admits defeat.

"Mo Zhiyao, I really want to meet you. ”

At this moment, the entire square was filled with terrifying sounds. Mo Zhiyao's performance brought an indescribable shock to all the disciples of the entire Tianjiao Alliance Beiyuan.

"The combat power of the distance is more than cultivation, and there is no one in the same level who is incomparable. Ling Hongxuan had a look of appreciation in his eyes, and said to Yu Yao beside him with a smile.

"Yes, but it's much better than those who are about to be promoted to the God Realm. Yu Yao glanced at the butterfly clothes with a frightened face, and the smugness in her voice could be heard by anyone.

"Hmph! What is this, it's only 1,500 zhang, it's his limit if he can't get it, let's laugh when I see the end." Butterfly Caiyi said with a gloomy face, but the palm hidden under the sleeve almost scratched the armrest of the seat.

"How can this kid be so strong, but this is his limit, he will never surpass Haoran!" Die Caiyi comforted herself in her heart, but her eyes were firmly fixed on the constantly changing numbers under the stone tablet.

At this moment, the eyes of everyone in the audience were focused on the two sets of numbers twenty-seven and sixty-three, holding their breath and watching with full attention. As for the remaining four, no one paid attention at all.

1,700 zhang, 1,800 zhang, 1,900 zhang, 2,000 zhang!

When Mo Zhiyao and Ji Haoran traveled two thousand zhang away, the entire square was silent, and the only thing that could be heard was the heartbeat of everyone.

However, when it exceeded 1,500 zhang, Mo Zhiyao and Ji Haoran's speed began to drop sharply, and obviously, they were in a bitter battle.

"Whew!" a vortex appeared in the void, and a figure appeared. The first person to be eliminated from the game - Dream Chase Xi.

The fiery red hair was scattered, the sweat stains on his face were crawling like earthworms, and there was a wisp of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his expression was a little embarrassed. Falling to the ground, a pair of wonderful eyes glanced at it, and there was a look of guilt in his eyes.

"Sure enough, I was the first to be eliminated. Meng Zhuxi's face was a little gloomy, although the distance of 1,600 zhang had exceeded his expectations, but it was finally dragging the team back.

"Chase Xi, come here. Ling Hongxuan stood up, with a warm smile on his face, and when Meng Zhuxi came to him, he pulled it over, and said with a smile: "Good boy, you have done a good job! Master is proud of you!"

"Master, I'm ......" Meng Zhuxi's eyes suddenly reddened, and his voice was a little choked.

"Come, just take a good rest by Master's side. Ling Hongxuan asked people to add a chair and let Meng Zhuxi sit next to him.

"Zhuxi, good job!" Yu Yao also cast an approving look, without the slightest reproach.

"That little girl from Meng Zhuxi has actually broken through 1,600 zhang! She, she is not good at attacking the power of the wood spirit!"

"Yes, she only became an official disciple two years ago, right? At that time, it seems that her cultivation was not yet a spiritual transformation!"

"Counting this time, this is the second time she has broken through the sky, oh my God! Mo Zhiyao's team, why are they so perverted!" ......

A voice full of shocked discussions sounded, and countless eyes fell on Meng Zhuxi's body, some were shocked, some were jealous, some admired, and there was a lot of fire and admiration!

"Don't blame yourself, you're doing a good job. Leave the rest to your senior brother and Zhiyao. Ling Hongxuan patted Meng Zhuxi's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Boom!" A violent explosion sounded, mushroom clouds flew into the sky, three puppets, and two demon beasts were blown away at the same time. Mo Zhiyao pressed his palms on the body of a six-legged turtle and absorbed its life essence to his heart's content.

The large blood stains on his chest and some ragged clothes made Mo Zhiyao look a little miserable.

"This is Ji Haoran's original record, two thousand and one hundred zhang?" Mo Zhiyao raised his arms and threw the dying six-legged turtle out of the bluestone road, panting in his mouth, his chest rising and falling violently.

"It's not enough! It's not a place for me to stop. The blood in Mo Zhiyao's eyes was terrifying, and the cold killing intent around him could almost freeze the air.

"Ji Haoran, I want you to die!"

Mo Zhiyao leaned forward and rushed forward, the electricity around him was intertwined into a huge power grid, and the fine thunderballs surrounded him, and a hideous demon face appeared clearly behind it!

The jade Jiao long stick was held in his hand, rolled up the shadow of the stick, and rushed forward!

"Peng, Peng, Peng!"

The fierce force that shook the heavens and the earth frantically smashed on the bodies of the puppets and demon beasts, bringing up countless metal fragments and bloody flesh, Mo Zhiyao was like a killing god, and he went straight forward.

"Two thousand two hundred zhang!" The inhalation sound in the square was endless, and the record that Chu Fan had just set this year was broken by Mo Zhiyao and Ji Haoran.

There was a look of frustration in Xue Wen's eyes, and Chu Fan's narrowed eyes also flashed with a dazzling essence.

Jun Ziqian, Gu Lie, and Ning Zhen had already come out of the Tearing Heaven Road, standing aside, looking nervously at Mo Zhiyao and Ji Haoran who could hold on to the end!

The results of the three of them were 1,800 zhang, 1,900 zhang, and 1,700 zhang respectively! Jun Ziqian's achievements were impressively overwhelming! This made Ning Chen's eyes full of horror when he looked at Jun Ziqian. Back then, he broke Jun Ziqian's limbs!

"Get out of here!" With an angry roar, the dragon phantom circled around, the chilling strength overflowed in all directions, and the jade Jiao long stick smashed on the top of a puppet's head, splitting it in half.

"Boom!" a heavy punch smashed firmly into Mo Zhiyao's vest.

"Poof!" a mouthful of blood spurted out, and Mo Zhiyao fell forward and fell to the ground. The jade Jiao long stick swept backwards violently, the sound of metal clashing sounded, and a sturdy puppet resisted Mo Zhiyao's stick, raised his right foot, and kicked Mo Zhiyao's waist ribs suddenly.

The figure rolled, and Mo Zhiyao narrowly avoided it. At the same time, lightning burst out of the palm of the palm like a snake, curling and wrapping around the legs of the sturdy puppet. The figure staggered, and the strong puppet lost its balance, but it still threw a punch and smashed it into Mo Zhiyao's chest.

"Boom!" The demonic spirit power qi mass on Mo Zhiyao's right fist was like the face of a powerful ghost, and it was fiercely struck out like a fierce wave! Six waves of explosive force struck out in succession, knocking the strong puppet out of the bluestone pavement!

"Huh-huh-" Mo Zhiyao knelt on the ground, his arms propped up on the ground, sweat mixed with blood dripping down, gathering into a puddle on the cyan stone slab.

Fighting all the way to this point, Mo Zhiyao is now exhausted, trying his best, his whole body seems to be falling apart, his body is covered with countless wounds of various sizes, and the blood stains his clothes red!

His physical strength was almost exhausted, and there was not much power left of the demonic spirit, Mo Zhiyao looked up at the front, his bloody eyes were full of madness!

Ahead, the cultivation was all in the early stage of Nayuan, five puppets with different attributes, five demon beasts, and their eyes looked at Mo Zhiyao coldly.

Xiuwei is comparable to Mo Zhiyao, but the cooperation between them is extremely tacit, and they are waiting for work! Here, will it be the end of Mo Zhiyao's road to the heavens?

Standing up, Mo Zhiyao's body trembled violently, but there was a tough luster in his eyes. "Ji Haoran, you are only worthy of prostrate at my feet!"

With a roar, Mo Zhiyao held the stick with both hands until he was in front of him! A hideous demon face formed behind him, and the magic energy overflowing from the edge was entrenched in the body of the stick, and the dragon body danced around, letting out bursts of breathtaking groans!

"Demon mourning day cry!" Mo Zhiyao's eyes widened, two blood rays shot out like arrows, and he roared in his heart, and walked with the stick, killing out!