Chang Lingzhen's pupils suddenly constricted to the size of a pinhole, and he knew in his heart that if he was caught up in this terrible sea of swords, he would probably end up extremely miserable.

On the line of life and death, Chang Lingzhen burst out with all his combat power, and there was no slightest reservation.

"Red Blood Sword Lotus!"

With a roar, Chang Lingzhen's palm holding the red blood long sword shook, his arm waved, and the sword qi swept out, leaving clear traces in the void.

The sword marks were intertwined, and a huge sword lotus was outlined in an instant. That sword lotus was unusually bewitching and beautiful, but in it, it also contained this indescribable fierce sword power.

The sword lotus took shape, and in the next moment, it collided with the dark golden sword sea that was surging angrily. The dazzling light spread out in an instant.

In the dazzling light, which makes people unable to look at it directly, it exudes a thick chill that makes the body chill, and in those lights, there is an extremely terrifying sword qi and violent sword gang, that kind of power, as if it can tear the heavens and the earth!

In the distance, the faces of Bai Xie and the others also turned pale at this moment, and even a strong look of horror appeared in the depths of their eyes, because they all felt a strong aura of death.

"Buzz!"

A sharp invisible fluctuation swept through the air, and the space was torn out one after another black cracks everywhere it passed, which showed how terrifying the power was.

On the ground below, there were even more heart-palpitating deep marks drawn by such sharp edges.

However, the collision between the two did not make the earth-shattering noise as imagined. Sword Lotus and Sword Sea, all of them have indescribable sharpness. The two sides exchanged blows, directly tearing each other apart!

A figure flew upside down in the blood flowers that shot out of the sky, and when it looked like it, it was shocking that it was Chang Lingzhen.

Raising his gaze, Chang Lingzhen realized that it was the strange demon beast, the six-winged sword amber that sent such a terrifying blow!

The power of the golden spirit is already good at attacking, let alone the mutated unadulterated golden spirit. The power of ordinary golden spirits, against the unvainous golden spirits, there is no suspense at all, just like a subject meets an emperor. In addition, the six-winged sword amber is a sneak attack, and it immediately makes Chang Ling's true blood splash on the spot.

However, before Chang Lingzhen could breathe, a ghostly figure shot through the void, and in his cold eyes, there was an undisguised mad killing intent in his eyes.

This time, Mo Zhiyao did not use the Dark Phoenix Breaking Dome Seal, but the palm of his hand was like a knife, and at that fingertip, there was a trace of strange silver light.

The inconspicuous silver light emitted a destructive aura that made people's scalps explode. With Mo Zhiyao's current cultivation, fusing the two spiritual powers is already easy and effortless.

Looking at Chang Lingzhen, Mo Zhiyao's expression was cold, and there was a touch of crazy killing intent in his eyes. Immediately, the arm burst out, and the wave of destruction was also suddenly strong to the peak.

Looking at Mo Zhiyao, who was like Shura, Chang Lingzhen's eyes showed a look of horror for the first time, and he clearly felt that the former was really murderous.

"Don't kill me!" In the face of death, the desire to survive annihilated everything, and Chang Lingzhen begged for mercy for the first time in his life.

Towards this scene, a more intense and terrifying hideous appeared on Mo Zhiyao's face, and his eyes were as red as blood. Sen Ran's voice seemed to come from under the Nine Shadows.

"Now I know I'm scared, it's too late! Didn't they fight the white evil just now? Now you ****** give me a good fight!"

"Since you have done something to my Nanyuan's people, you must be ready to die!" The cruel smile on Mo Zhiyao's face was full of blood. His temperament is just like what Zuo Changfeng said, he will repay his eyes, and he is so short that it is completely unreasonable. Chang Lingzhen and Wang Lei have been in a desperate situation three times and twice, how could Mo Zhiyao let him go?

"Since you want me to die, then you don't want to live!" Chang Ling really understood that there was no hope of survival, and a look of madness suddenly appeared in his eyes, and there was incomparable resentment condensed in it.

The majestic spiritual power roared out from Chang Lingzhen's body, and the monstrous spiritual power showed signs of madness at this moment, Chang Lingzhen had already boosted his strength to the limit at this moment, and the red-blooded long sword in his hand suddenly burst out with an irresistible terrifying sharp sword qi.

The blood lines on the red blood sword's body instantly became brighter, and Chang Lingzhen's face turned rapidly aging at this moment. He was shocked to use his own natal essence blood and the power of the primordial god to launch this final blow.

"Buzz!"

A terrifying sword aura that was enough to tear the heavens and the earth burst out from the red blood long sword, narrowly slashing towards Mo Zhiyao with a thick wave of destruction!

"The Blood Sword Breaks the Sky!"

At this moment, Chang Ling, who was forced to a dead end, really unleashed the most powerful blow, and wanted to die with Mo Zhiyao!

Towards the oncoming sword, in Mo Zhiyao's eyes, the scarlet color was already extremely thick. The hideousness on his face has also reached a terrifying level.

The original palm knife changed, the palm of the hand was clenched into a fist, and the silver spiritual power was wrapped around it, and the voice without the slightest emotion slowly came out.

"God of War, sorry!"

When the words fell, Mo Zhiyao's fist collided fiercely with the blood-red sword that rose into the sky!

While the Heavenly Crystal Ancient Collection was healing, Mo Zhiyao preliminarily practiced the God of War Scripture taught to him by Zhuge Xing. Due to the short time, Mo Zhiyao only barely learned the first form, regrettably.

As soon as the punch fell, the space in front of the fist immediately twisted violently. Immediately afterward, there was a sound of the collapse of the mountains. Behind Mo Zhiyao, the sky suddenly turned dark, and faintly, there seemed to be a huge phantom emerging.

The phantom stood between heaven and earth, and a special fluctuation spread out in an instant, as if a god of war had descended from the heavens and the earth! However, the phantom at this moment seemed extremely dim and illusory, so that it was impossible to even see the appearance clearly.

The reason why that figure is illusory is because Mo Zhiyao has only just mastered a trace of the skin of the God of War now, and he has not comprehended the essence of it at all, and when he succeeds in cultivation in the future, that figure will become clearer and clearer, and the power that erupts will be even greater.

Although Mo Zhiyao has only mastered a little bit of the skin, the God of War Dictionary is a genuine emperor-level exercise, and the power it can burst out is not easy?

"Boom!"

The moment the fists and swords clashed, the spiritual power of this heaven and earth became violent. With the two of them as the center, the air within a radius of 100 zhang was directly blasted by the terrifying force. A hurricane swept away, and even the ground below was violently swept away by a thick layer of dirt. Cracks are also spreading like spider webs.

The two collided, and there was a stalemate between them, and one after another amazing fluctuations continued to spread out from the center of the encounter.

"Emperor-level exercises, how is this possible!" Looking at the huge phantom behind Mo Zhiyao, Chang Lingzhen's eyes burst out with deep horror. As a great disciple of Donghua Sect, his experience and insight are naturally not comparable to ordinary people. At a glance, he could see the level of the exercises that Mo Zhiyao was performing.

"How is this possible? A pariah from a low-level realm, who has only been in Nanyuan for two years, how can he have an emperor-level martial arts? Could it be that he can't get it in this sealed land?" Recognizing the level of the God of War Codex, Chang Ling's heart suddenly erupted into an unbelievable roar, and there was even more crazy jealousy and complete despair in it.

Mo Zhiyao's eyes were as cold as a knife, and the silver spiritual power that had been successfully fused urged out without reservation, and his arm shook suddenly, completely bursting out the power that this style of regret could exert at this moment.

"Die for me!"

"Click!"

A roar fell, and the blood-colored sword qi was like the white snow that met the sun, and it melted away quickly, and the monstrous fierceness emanating from it was directly suppressed!

"No!"

Seeing that he was desperately attacking, he was also suppressed by Mo Zhiyao, Chang Lingzhen's eyes were red, like a mad demon, his aging face became distorted, and in the depths of his eyes, the color of despair could no longer be concealed.

At this moment, a trace of regret appeared in Chang Lingzhen's eyes. If he knew that Mo Zhiyao was so fierce and strong, he shouldn't have taken the initiative to come over and provoke .......

In any case, Chang Lingzhen never expected that a seven-pattern Merge Dao Peak would have such terrifying combat power.

The voice of despair came out of Chang Lingzhen's mouth, and in the next moment, a silver glittering fist pierced through the void and smashed into his chest, and Chang Lingzhen's gaze quickly returned to the dark .......

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Chang Lingzhen's body was directly blasted into nothingness by Mo Zhiyao's punch, and the flesh and blood of the primordial gods were all gone. The power of the emperor-level exercises is terrifying.

The palm of his hand was spread out, a Na Yu and the red-blooded long sword were fished out by Mo Zhiyao in his hand, a virtual-level spiritual treasure, plus Chang Lingzhen's entire net worth, Mo Zhiyao's harvest this time was definitely not small.

One after another, the eyes converged in mid-air on the emaciated figure like Shura descending, and those Donghua Sect disciples in the distance looked frightened and their faces were dull. They could never have imagined that the invincible person in their minds would die in the hands of Mo Zhiyao.

Sen Han's gaze swept over the past, and these people instantly raised cold hairs all over their bodies, Mo Zhiyao had said before that the people of Donghua Sect would not leave a single one!

Suddenly, these people shouted, and frantically rushed towards the rear. Even Chang Lingzhen is dead, they have completely lost all their fighting spirit, and they only have the idea of running for their lives.

In the scarlet eyes, the hideous color did not decrease in the slightest, the smile on the corner of Mo Zhiyao's lips was as cold as a knife, and as soon as his body moved, he was about to chase after those disciples of the Donghua Sect.

It's just that at this moment, Mo Zhiyao's face changed drastically in an instant. The space around him suddenly distorted, and at the same time, it suddenly froze, and Mo Zhiyao was actually fixed in the sky.

At the same time, in the air a hundred zhang away from Mo Zhi, bursts of spatial ripples spread out, and three figures slowly walked out of it, and the one in the center was the Divine Sect Yan General, and the two people behind him were naturally the mountain mandrill and the stone charm!