Fix your sister's fairy

The seventh form, sacrificing to the sky, using the blood of his own body to turn the sword intent into the power of heaven and earth, and injecting it into his own body, this should be the power that can only be had in the period of returning to the ruins, but Mo Yi has reached it in the vast realm, relying on countless times the mana, countless times the body and countless times the sword comprehension.

But the trauma caused is also very great, the wound caused by the bloody sword passing through the chest is real, and it cannot be recovered for a period of time in the future, which is the side effect of the sacrifice to the sky.

Mo Yi fell from the sky, and the wingtips of his wings pulled blood-colored streamers, and the blood on the tips of the sword seeped into people as if they were covered with congealed blood, and he could smell the suffocating smell of blood from a distance of hundreds of miles.

Fu Xia Zhen seemed to sense some threat, and raised his head to stare in the direction where Mo Yi fell, his throat made a gurgling sound like a mud pool, and the wrist holding the bone sword flicked, and the tip of the sword was pulled diagonally from the ground to the top of his head, and the sword qi was horizontal.

Mo Yi had a Kunpeng wing behind him, a purple arc jumped, the speed accelerated to a weird realm, and a sideways dodge the sword qi at zero distance!

At the same time, accelerating to an unbelievable situation19, Mo Yi broke through the sound barrier at half a breath, surrounded by a circular aura formed by extreme speed, and the whole person turned into a purple-gold streamer and fell in front of Fu Xia Zhen.

"Die!"

Mo Yi's eyes shot blood-colored light, lowered his body, and shot out his sword like lightning!

This is definitely the fastest sword Mo Yi has ever produced in his life, the sword body has not moved, the sword light has already broken out with the sword intent breaking through the blade, and the thick sword qi as thick as blood cuts towards Fu Xia Zhen's neck!

"Qiang ————"

Fu Xia really blocked the sword, and then without hesitation, his other hand stuffed into his abdomen, pulled out a blackened rib, and swung it behind his back!

And behind Fu Xia Zhen, a black shadow appeared, and the dark red sword qi vaguely slashed towards the back of Fu Xia Zhen's neck, but it was stuck by the black ribs!

"Bang-"

The bright red sword qi overflowed vertically and horizontally, and countless airs were squeezed and pushed around.

The two Mo Yi figures were sandwiched by Fu Xia Zhen in front and back, and the attacks in front and behind were all steadily resisted by Fu Xia Zhen.

"Are you a Saint Seiya?"

The same move will not be applied to Saint Seiya twice.

A stalk that crosses the dimension, Mo Yi didn't want the other party to understand, but he didn't expect that when there was a life and death crisis, his long-dormant soul was revived.

Mo Yi pressed the blood sword and confronted Fu Xia Zhen, in terms of pure physical strength, Mo Yi did not have an advantage, he felt like he had split an iron mountain, and his hand shook but the other party did not move.

"Drink—"

A flash of demonic light flashed in Fu Xia Zhen's eyes, Mo Yi immediately let go, and then lowered his head and slashed at the fierce sword that swept through at great speed, and the army of the dead surrounded from the air behind him was hit by a violent black mist explosion, killing and injuring terrifying.

The blood-colored sword lines on Mo Yi's chest were constantly bleeding, and the regenerative ability of his body in the vast period was enough for him to hold out for a few hours without losing too much blood to affect the battle.

"Your swordsmanship seems to be a bit strong on the outside?"

There was a loud shout in the sky, and Mo Yi subconsciously raised his head, only to see five meteors dragging their long tails around and falling straight in a circle!

"Buzz ————"

The piercing sound of the sword exploded, and five meteors surrounded Fu Xia Zhen a hundred meters apart, separating Mo Yi and Fu Xia Zhen.

The true face of the five meteors is the five ancient swords, and the ancient swords form an ancient sword array.

East Green Dragon, West White Tiger, South Vermilion Bird, North Xuanwu, Central Yellow Dragon.

The law seals of the five divine beasts are engraved on the body of the ancient sword and reflect each other, the yellow dragon sword of the sword array is suspended above the center of the four ancient swords, and the phantom of the five divine beasts surrounds the Fuxia Zhen in the sword array.

"Sword formation?"

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at some doorways, and faintly felt that if he was surrounded by this sword array, it would not be too easy, although he was sure to break through, but it was estimated that he still had to peel off the skin, of course, he didn't mind picking up the skin of the master of the sword formation, and by the way, he cut two taels of flesh and drew three catties of blood, and sucked most of the mana.

"Some years of ancient sword formations, the sword fetus of the formation is still a pure ancient five divine beast sword, normally it is already a great opportunity to get one of them, where did this kid take out five of them, and also carved the sword formation pattern of the five divine beasts on the sword?" Although the technique of this sword formation pattern is immature, the understanding of the sword formation contained in it is not ordinary, which way is the living fairy who taught this kid to carve it, damn let the novice carve this sword formation, and the guy who taught this kid is either a lazy person or half-fated. "

The truth of the matter really made the Blood Sword mistakenly said correctly, the old man was hidden in the ancient ring and could not be manifested in his true body, and the delicate work of refining the weapon could only be done by Xiao Yan himself with the assistance of the old man, and fortunately, Xiao Yan's refining talent was against the sky to successfully refine this set of ancient sword arrays.

Xiao Yan fell from the sky, the sword light of the sword box behind him continued to spit out, and hundreds of flying swords came out of his body one after another, forming a huge sword array outside the ancient sword array again, and he himself was standing on the hilt of the Yellow Dragon Sword and holding a rusty long sword in his hand, staring coldly at Fu Xia Zhen in the center of the sword array.

Long hair is rolling, hunting in black, holding a sword and being proud of the world, a good man should be like this.

"The sword formation, it's very handsome, one day I will learn from it and treat you as an eye. Mo Yi looked at the majestic Xiao Yan in the sword array, and casually slashed a sword flower with a bloody sword and said jokingly.

"Roll the calf, you can 000 and take the Heavenly Purity Refining Knife with the highest strength in your Immortal Cultivation Realm to try it and see if it can leave a small scratch on your uncle and me. "

The bloody sword's fried hair and disdainful attitude made Mo Yi glance at his mouth, but it is also true, after using it for so long, the bloody sword has not seen any need to be oiled and maintained, the sword arc is beautiful, the crimson sword body is smooth, and it is also a good knife for cutting vegetables.

Thinking about it ramblingly, Xiao Yan in the sword formation saw Mo Yi's careless appearance, and because he was speculating, he focused on the blood sword lines on Mo Yi's chest that were constantly bleeding, and Mo Yi's uncontrollable water and the momentum of death and resurrection revealed when he used this move made him conclude that there must be a follow-up to this unknown sword skill.

"Don't worry, the little monk will help. "

Before there was a further battle situation, a golden bowl fell from the sky and continued to grow larger and enveloped a side of the world, under the golden bowl, the Buddha's light sprinkled on each sword of Xiao Yan's sword array, more than 100 flying swords were shrouded in a layer of gold, and the sharpness and stability suddenly rose a notch.

Xiao Shami stepped on the golden lotus, one golden lotus step at a time in the void, his eyes were bright, his skin was fair, his eyes were wide and he looked at Mo Yi and Xiao Yan from afar, looking harmless to humans and animals.

The three of them were wary of Fu Xia Zhen and kept their distance from each other, although there was no obvious hostility for the time being, but the air was still filled with the smell of war. _

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