The splashes of blood splashed on the ground around the ground were shocking!

When everyone watching the battle saw Ning Zhen lying on the ground, his whole body twisted and deformed, they couldn't help but gasp, and their faces were immediately full of shock.

On the square, breathing could be heard, and after a while, there were bursts of terrifying discussions.

"Jun Ziqian actually defeated Ning Zhen?"

"Although it is a joint effort with Meng Zhuxi, but did you see the sword just now?

"Unexpectedly, even Jun Ziqian has become so strong, the three people in Mo Zhiyao's team are more perverted than the other!"

"Yes, I can't imagine that even Jun Ziqian is so ruthless, you look at Ning Zhen's tragic situation, it is estimated that even if he is rescued, I am afraid that he will be disabled. ”

"I deserve it, I don't know how many disciples have been abandoned in the hands of Ning Zhen and Gu Lie over the years, damn Ji Haoran is behind me, those teachers are all blind and no one pays attention to them. This time the two of them ended up like this, God has eyes!"

"It's not, hmph! This time Ji Haoran's team is completely ruined, I see how arrogant the three of them will be in the future!"

"Three, are you stupid, does Ji Haoran still have a life? He and Mo Zhiyao are gambling for their lives!".

The chaotic discussion was not loud or small, and the teachers sitting in front of them could hear it clearly, and their faces were different, with joy and anger, sadness and sighing.

"Ziqian and Zhuxi's progress is really not small, and with the cooperation of the two, they actually beat Ning Zhen in the late Nayuan period into such a virtuous character. Yu Yao looked at Ling Hongxuan with a smile and said.

"Reluctantly, Ziqian's combat power is still insufficient, and even half of the power of that type of ground crack has not been exerted, otherwise Ning Jian would have died a long time ago. Ling Hongxuan said so, but the joy in his eyes betrayed his true mood.

"But compared to the distance, it's too much worse. Ten can't breathe, and they actually beat Gu Lie! Now they are on par with Ji Haoran, how can this kid be so evil?" Ling Hongxuan's gaze fell on Mo Zhiyao in the water curtain, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes that could not be concealed.

"No matter what it is, hmph, you really look up to Ji Haoran, why don't we make a bet?" Yu Yao pursed her lips in disdainful tone, looked at Ling Hongxuan and said.

"What are you betting on? Bet on whether Mo Zhiyao can defeat Ji Haoran, do you think I'm stupid?" Ling Hongxuan glanced at Yu Yao angrily and said.

Yu Yao glanced at Ling Hongxuan, pursed her lips and smiled, her delicate face made Ling Hongxuan stunned.

"Yin!" A crisp moan sounded, and the jade-colored long stick swept towards Ji Haoran, and the void was slightly distorted by the body of the stick, which showed how fierce the strength was.

"Huh!" Ji Haoran's figure twisted strangely, avoiding the jade Jiao long stick, the black long knife in his hand slashed down, and the cold knife slashed towards Mo Zhiyao.

Sliding sideways, Mo Zhiyao turned around, raised his right leg, and whipped towards Ji Haoran's head like a whip.

Ji Haoran turned around and whirled, and with the same whip leg, he was in one place with Mo Zhiyao's right leg!

"Peng!" a muffled voice sounded, and the two figures retreated at the same time, evenly divided.

Ji Haoran pointed forward with his sword, and his breath locked on Leng Qingyang. Like a fierce beast aiming at its prey, waiting for an opportunity to bite down. The blade, infused with the power of the golden spirit, shimmered with a dazzling cold light.

Standing up, Mo Zhiyao's long hair danced wildly behind his head, the jade Jiao's long stick was obliquely at his side, and his eyes were shining with blood, making it impossible to look at him directly. The power of thunder and lightning crackled around his body.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Ning Zhen and Gu Lie, who were lying on the ground, like two pools of rotten meat, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and a trace of deep horror flashed in Ji Haoran's eyes.

"Have you figured out how to die?" Mo Zhiyao looked at Ji Haoran, the smile on the corner of his mouth was evil and arrogant, wanton and arrogant.

"Stinky boy, don't be complacent too early, it's too early to say who lives and who dies!"

"Hmph!" Mo Zhiyao snorted coldly, stopped talking, took a step sideways, and the jade Jiao long stick pointed at Ji Haoran from afar, and the fierce momentum was suddenly pressed away.

"Peng!" Ji Haoran's momentum did not let it shake it at all, and the two vast momentum poured into each other.

"Huh!" the light of the hob suddenly flashed into the void. Like the furious tide of the wild sea, it is submerged in an instant. The entire ten-zhang range was completely shrouded in a chilling sword aura. Up and down, left and right, all retreats are sealed.

"Boom!" The same white stick shadow surged out from inside the sword shadow. Blatantly facing the cold blade, the sound of dense exchanges resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The long stick in his right hand blocked Ji Haoran's overwhelming slash, and Mo Zhiyao's left fist suddenly burst out, not giving Ji Haoran the slightest chance to breathe.

Seeing Mo Zhiyao break his sword momentum, and instantly counterattacked. A flash of surprise flashed in Ji Haoran's eyes, the knife style suddenly changed, and the shadow of the sword in the sky instantly converged and unified, and the long knife was raised high, and it was slashed down.

The blade passes, and the blocker is invincible. It was as if the void could cut through the general sword, and slashed directly at Mo Zhiyao's punch

Mo Zhiyao's pupils shrank, and his figure flickered. was so fast that he didn't leave an afterimage, avoided the oncoming blade, and appeared directly behind Ji Haoran. The right leg was raised high above the top, and with the breathtaking sound of breaking wind, it slashed down.

Ji Haoran bent forward, his left leg stood on the ground, and his right leg was raised back, just on the leg that Mo Zhiyao had fallen!

"Peng!" the cold energy overflowed, bringing a strong wind.

Ji Haoran suffered from being down-to-earth, and was pressed into the ground by Mo Zhiyao's sharp leg, up to his ankles.

"Brush!" A flash of knife light swept towards Mo Zhiyao's calf. Mo Zhiyao stepped forward to collect his legs, turned over in the air, and smashed a stick into Ji Haoran's wrist holding the knife.

Ji Haoran turned his wrist and pulled a knife flower to block Mo Zhiyao's stick. Then the body leaned back, the whole person hung in the air on his back, his body turned like a whirlwind, and the sword qi was like a mang, stabbing Mo Zhiyuan

The speed of the two people's electric flint was shocking to everyone in the outside world. Fighting again, these two people didn't have any temptation at all, and when they came up, they made big moves one after another, directly bringing the battle to the peak.

The sound of the clash of energies resounded in the sky, and the dust was flying around. When the dust settled, Mo Zhiyao and Ji Haoran separated again, five or six feet away, confronting each other.

Ji Haoran's eyes had an unconcealable horror, two years ago, in the face of Mo Zhiyao, who could only choose to endure humiliation and retreat, he became so domineering!

Outside, the sound of inhaling one after another, filling the audience, and then full of terrifying commotion, quickly spreading.

Watching Mo Zhiyao break through the sky before, all everyone saw were cold numbers and final results, although they knew that Mo Zhiyao must be very strong, but they didn't see it with their own eyes, and the feeling was still not deep.

But at this moment, through the water curtain, seeing that Mo Zhiyao's explosive combat power was so strong, the shock in everyone's hearts was indescribable.

"It's so strong!" Although they were not in one place, Chu Fan and Xue Wen blurted out at the same time, Mo Zhiyao's strength was far beyond their imagination.

Ling Hongxuan was quite calm, but Yu Yao on the side was full of excitement, and he almost shouted. Even if it was her, it was the first time she saw Mo Zhiyao, who had been tempered by the Ten Thousand Beast Cave for two years, go all out.

On the other side, the butterfly color dress, the expression is diametrically opposite, the face is so pale that there is no half of blood, a pair of jade hands hidden in the sleeves are clenched into fists, nails are cut into the palms, the delicate body trembles slightly, and a thought wells up in her heart that even she doesn't want to believe and face, Ji Haoran, is likely to lose!

Further alongside, Qing Hao, who was sitting next to Die Caiyi, stared at the water curtain tightly, with a touch of gloom in his eyes, as well as a trace of killing intent.

With his body arched and his hands holding a knife, Ji Haoran's eyes narrowed slightly, hiding the extreme horror in his eyes.

"Impossible, how could he become so strong! He is only in the early stage of Nayuan, but I am only one line away from being promoted to the realm of gods!"

With all his strength, Mo Zhiyao couldn't hide his aura, allowing Ji Haoran to see his cultivation realm. But because of this, Ji Haoran was even more shocked.

The smile was still cold and evil, but the killing intent around him was cold and eroded to the bones, and Mo Zhiyao's gaze looked directly at Ji Haoran.

But Mo Zhiyao's heart is not as relaxed as it seems on the surface. No matter what Ji Haoran said, he was the cultivation of the peak of Na Yuan, if it weren't for the inadvertently condensed a celestial pattern before, this battle would really be unpredictable.

Ji Haoran forced himself to suppress the horror in his heart, and a strong killing intent flashed in his eyes, in this battle, there is no way back, the winner lives, and the loser dies!

Ji Haoran never thought that he would be forced to such a point by Mo Zhiyao.

"Boy, in Beiyuan, you are the first person to let me do my best, just by this point, you will die without regrets!" Ji Haoran pointed forward with his sword, and his breath locked Mo Zhiyao.

"Quack!" Mo Zhiyao didn't talk nonsense to Ji Haoran at all, the jade Jiao long stick flickered, horizontal in front of him, surrounded by electric light all over his body, and his majestic strength was ready to go.

"Chaos!" With a loud roar, Ji Haoran's eyes suddenly shone brightly, his body rushed forward, and the black knife in his hand burst into ten thousand cold stars, instantly turning into a sword in the sky, like a bright firework, but there was a cold killing intent hidden in the gorgeous.

Mo Zhiyao's pupils constricted, and the speed at which Ji Haoran took out the knife was terrifying, and the sword that swept the sky and the earth gave people a sense of powerlessness that had nowhere to dodge.

On the ground, the jade Jiao long stick in Mo Zhiyao's hand directly turned into a shadow like a mountain stick, and a black Jiao with a pitch-black body and blood-red eyes danced in it!

"Peng!Peng!Peng!Peng......"

The dense firecracker-like exchange sound sounded, and the fierce energy overflowed ****, and the two of them on the side, Jun Qian and Meng Zhuxi, retreated again and again, and did not stop until they were a hundred zhang away, which shows the fierceness of Mo Zhiyao's two people.

"Smack!"

The two figures retreated at the same time, and the soles of their feet kicked the ground at the same time, pounced on each other again!

The strength of the stick against the sword, the incomparable strength of the fierce convergence. The air around the two of them seemed to be sucked out, and the rich aura around them was even more condensed on the blades of the two sides.

The two of them only have each other in their eyes, and nothing else. There is only one thought in my heart, kill the other party!

The rich cold killing intent burst out from the two of them, which was suffocating!

A hideous and terrifying demon face appeared behind Mo Zhiyao, and the terrible howl like the howl of ten thousand ghosts seemed to come to the netherworld, and those who heard it were terrified!

"Devil's Cry!"

The jade Jiao stick body was full of thunder and lightning, turning into a black dragon, with the intention of killing, and went straight to Ji Haoran.

"Absolute Space!"

The long knife raised above his head turned into a waning moon, with a murderous aura, and the golden arc on it jumped endlessly, slashing down and slashing towards Mo Zhiyao.