Fix your sister's fairy

Although the strongest sword that broke out unprecedentedly, Mo Yi also felt more than enough after facing this terrifying sword momentum, this sword is simply a piece of heaven and earth, and the entire heaven and earth are integrated into this sword and pressed down, killing people is not about beheading people, but about crushing people alive with this sword intent!

Mo Yi was heavily chopped off the snowfield, and the remaining sword momentum was like a crushing machine, and all the creatures in the melee within a radius of three thousand meters around Mo Yi were torn apart, and the blood stained the snowfield red, and Mo Yi also struggled to get up from the snow covered in blood, but it was okay.

"Huh. "

And at this moment, the person who slashed out the sword intent of this heaven and earth was amazed.

And Mo Yi, who was oozing blood from the corner of his mouth, also gasped and looked up at the sky, and saw the person who slashed out the sword.

Qingcheng Sword Immortal Yi Haoran.

"I know you and I remember you. Yi Haoran looked down at Mo Yi and said indifferently: "The descendants of the Blood Demon Venerable who made the blood in the mountains, the immortal seedlings of the Tiangu Sect, and the Cheng Jingyu... Disciple. "

"Are you in such a hurry to kill me, and you want to take my head to the Holy Mountain in exchange for a reward?" Mo Yi looked up at him and said with a smile instead of anger: "Qingcheng Sword Immortal is also such a kitsch person?"

Yi Haoran was not angered by Mo Yi's mockery, he just chuckled and said: "You 150 are not worthy of my sword now, Fang Cai's sword is just empty sword intent, using the palm as a sword, and you can next, it seems that you have also learned some fur from Cheng Jingyu?"

"Why don't you talk to him about this in person. Mo Yi looked sideways at the other side of the heavenly dome, where the gossip diagram as big as the sky was in the air, but Cheng Jingyu had no intention of helping with the sword, and he didn't even leave the afterglow of his eyes to Mo Yi's side, just quietly staring at the Qingxuan Venerable who was besieged from all sides.

The entire Tiangumen was dormant and unmoved, and all the disciples watched the battle situation on the snow field all the time on the gossip map and watched coldly, without the slightest intention of interfering to join the battle.

"The main goal now is to kill Venerable Qingxuan, although refining fire makes that woman tired of responding to the enemy, but she is confident enough to refine fire on such an occasion, and she is also enough to rely on to not be killed so easily. Yi Haoran looked sideways at the roaring and glowing siege area and said indifferently: "It's hard to kill her, but if you want to stop her fire refining, it's very simple, it's to kill you." "

"Kill me?" Mo Yi lowered his head and chuckled: "Aren't you afraid of killing me, do you all have to die here?"

"If I don't kill you, if I don't kill Venerable Qingxuan, you will be in calamity here. Yi Haoran said flatly, and this time, his hand was on the hilt of the gilded dragon head sword on his waist, as he said before, the earth-shattering sword that was cut out was just the sword intent of replacing the sword with the palm of the sword, then if he really drew the sword and slashed, the sword intent that was cut out could be imagined to be hundreds of times, or even thousands of times that of before.

Looking at Yi Haoran in the sky, Mo also sensed that this person was very dangerous, extremely dangerous, at least not what he could defeat now, he had a hunch that this man had entered the Dao with a sword, and he was already in the realm of immortal cultivation, and most of this phaseless realm had already entered the terrifying supreme realm.

The strong people in the sky naturally also noticed that when they saw Mo Yi in a sea of blood on the snowfield, they wanted to come over and intervene to kill Mo Yi, but they were more than one of Yi Haoran's actions, and suddenly their movements stopped abruptly as if they had been pierced by a sharp sword, and they had a hunch that if they approached now, they would be killed by that Qing!

Damn, the Supreme Realm is so bad now.

Mo Yi really wanted to smile bitterly, but now he couldn't help laughing, he wanted to live, desperately live.

"Don't take chances, you can't protect you. Yi Haoran said lightly, in the distance behind him, in the battle situation of the Qingxuan Venerable, there was a line pouring from the sky, and there were countless dead ghosts in the sea of blood wailing miserably, and the sea of blood poured out in all directions after touching the snow field, but all those who came into contact with the blood and water spirits were melted into the scum, and it was the Kwai Lishui who released the sea of blood, and the Qingxuan Venerable took turns fighting with dozens of strong people in the sea of blood!

"It's like you've got me. Mo Yi chuckled and stood up with a sword in his hand, and gradually rose to the same position as Yi Haoran, he raised his eyes and looked directly at Yi Haoran, a trace of gold flashed in his eyes: "Your sword is indeed very strong, much stronger than me, it is the second strongest sword I have ever seen, but I have always been well versed in a truth, that is, no matter how strong your sword is, if it can't hit me, it will be a waste sword!"

"The second strongest?" Yi Haoran wrapped his Tsing Yi and looked at Mo Yi, who was covered in blood, and his eyes looked like he was overlooking ants from nine days: "What about the first strongest?"

"Hah, I want to know, it's not you anyway!"

Rub –

Yi Haoran took out the sword, he pulled out the sword on his waist, like a splash of clear spring, no light and colorless, the sword slashed the body, soul and nothingness, and there was a dragon groan faintly, and every sword he had ever made had a dragon chant, because his sword was called the dragon sword, out of the sword, and turned into a dragon.

In less than a thousandth of a second, Yi Haoran finished taking out his sword, and his hand was still on the gilded hilt, as if he had never drawn a sword, but at this moment, under his feet, the snowfield thousands of meters away was silently divided, and the deep snow was opened up a pitch-black opening, and all the creatures standing on this opening were all cut into neat halves, and there was even a thunder crow flying in the air suddenly flying, and its body turned into two halves and continued to fly unconsciously, knowing that the blood spurted out and lost its vitality and fell down。

This sword is like a hidden dragon dormant in the abyss and thunder protruding, and anything in the path of the sword will be cut open without exception-

But only, Mo Yi.

Because he left Yi Haoran's sword path first.

Kunpeng Wings, open!

Thunder swordsmanship, open!

Kunpeng's pupils, open!

Sacrifice a sword to the sky, open!

Blood Shadow Magic, open!

Almost without reservation, Mo Ye lifted out all his hole cards, and the burst of all his strength made him burn the entire sea of qi in an instant, and the Kunpeng Wings and the Thunder Sword Technique made him fast enough to disappear into the range of divine consciousness capture!

This is the extreme intention of speed, Mo Yi has never concentrated all his strength on high-speed movement so much, he has entered a mysterious realm at this moment, he is moving in the air like a colorless ghost, he can clearly know that Yi Haoran can't keep up with his speed, at least in this abyss of ten thousand worlds, no one can keep up with his current speed of full firepower!

Suddenly, Mo Yi felt the opportunity to turn the tide of the battle, indeed, it was really difficult to use his vast period of cultivation to face the old rivers and lakes who were once in the phaseless period, but he could also give these strong people a headache with his absolute speed suppression!

And now, now that the attack has been dodged, the next step is to fight back.

In less than a thousandth of a breath, Mo Yi quietly came to Yi Haoran's back, the blood sword sword was red and a wisp of extremely black sword intent penetrated, he took out the sword, wielding the ultimate sword intent, the pitch-black sword momentum hit Yi Haoran's back, this sword was about to kill Yi Haoran!

And at this moment, Yi Haoran, who had his back to Mo Yi, suddenly moved slightly.

"Boy, be careful!" Suddenly, the transmission of the bloody sword exploded in Mo Yi's mind. _

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