Fix your sister's fairy

There was something wrong with the Qingxuan Venerable's refining fire, Mo Yi was keenly aware of this, since the half-pillar incense before, the Qingxuan Venerable's breath behind him has not fluctuated, except for the still scorching Qingyan neon dress, the breath of the woman in it has no fluctuations, but the breathing and automatic flow of mana remind everyone that she is alive all the time.

Mo Yi could no longer feel the expansion and irritability of the green flame from the Qingxuan Venerable, he occasionally glanced at the beautiful face of the Qingxuan Venerable who closed his eyes and meditated, and even had a feeling that she was asleep, which made him feel a little worried, he was not invincible, until now it was a miracle that he still guarded the Qingxuan Venerable without being hurt at all, but the battlefield was changing rapidly, and every moment of the next moment was the danger that came from all directions, and Mo Yizhen did not have the confidence to block them all one by one.

"Red rhyme!" With a loud shout from the commander of the Heavenly Lonely Gate, Aoba, another woman in red suddenly made a move, and a huge array suddenly appeared in the sky, and the rain of fire fell, but all the creatures who were contaminated with the rain of fire suddenly exploded and died.

From time to time on the battlefield, I saw some old acquaintances and seniors that Mo Yi had seen in Tiangumen, such as that day when the mountain boy Leng Xia walked through the battlefield with a sugar gourd and a smile, and every time he waved his hand, a group of phoenix butterflies gushed out and absorbed to the living creatures, and there were a few new dried corpses.

And what is even more eye-catching is naturally the Duobao Dao people, the treasure on the body of this veteran of the phaseless period, the endless magic weapons make the enemy flee in the wilderness, a delicate tower suddenly changed to him to suppress and kill dozens of hundreds of people, and waved a string of bells to shake when the enemy was confused and killed each other.

All the members of the Tiangu Sect did their best, and in an instant, they shared countless pressures on Mo Yi, and some miscellaneous fish creatures were all blocked and could not interfere with Mo Yi's side, and the people of the Tiangu Sect had already deliberately wrapped the battle situation around Mo Yi centered on Mo Yi like making zongzi, and only some strong people who really had the ability could break through the defenses and attack Mo Yi in the innermost.

"Good boy, I was lax before, and now I'll come back!"

There was a burst of shouts in the sky, the blood-colored Sanskrit ghost scriptures were all over the body, and the martial madman who was as red as a hellish demon attacked Mo Yi with a wide open face, if other strong beings were afraid of Mo Yi's strong means and did not dare to make a head bird, the martial madman did not retreat from this concept at all.

As his name suggests, a martial madman is a madman, because of practicing martial arts, he can scrap and reshape his limbs and meridians, and he who suffers from inhuman suffering, what is it to die a word, even if he knows that Mo Yiyuan is far stronger than him in the abyss of all worlds, but he still wants to kill the Yama Buddha Treasure Body to kill.

Kunpeng's pupils opened, and in Mo Yi's eyes, the movements of the martial madman gradually slowed down, and the speed of the peak of the vast period was completely within the scope of his capture, but the case of the martial madman was different, his speed of punching and kicking as a major in martial arts could be said to have broken through common sense, and if it was a different person, even if he could see his movements clearly, he would not be able to dodge.

But Mo Yi is different, there are really few people in the abyss of ten thousand worlds who can be faster than him, but Mo Yi did not dodge, because as long as he dodged the fist of the martial madman, he would fall on the Qingxuan Venerable behind him, and the other party's thick (bjeh) was also thin and saw this and smashed it with a wide punch.

But it is harder than a fist, Mo Yi's body is not lost to this guy at all, and the body that has been washed by the surging mana over and over again is also a first-class good hand in hand-to-hand combat, so Mo Yi let the martial madman catch a heavy blow that could almost collapse the mountain with a punch in his chest, and the throat was sweet but windy and punched the martial madman's cheek, blasting him away.

At this time, Mo Yi did not relax at all, turned around, stretched out his right hand, and blocked the right face of the Qingxuan Venerable, a dagger revealed in the void, and was grabbed by Mo Yi, the blade was obviously smeared with poison, but before it entered Mo Yi's blood, it was corroded by the gray annihilation mana.

Mo Yiyi forcefully pulled out a short dwarf-like strange creature in the air, and this creature didn't know which world it came from to actually blend into the spatial shadows.

Mo Yi probably now knows why Chengyu let himself practice the basic method in the first place, such as the Zen Dari Sword Technique, these sword skills are unspeakably bad, but when it is on the real battlefield, in the most haste to raise the sword to resist, to counterattack, there is no time to perform fancy sword moves, the simple and simple basic sword technique is the best killing sword technique.

A slash, a pry, a hanging, a sword, with both hands holding the sword, with the wings of Kunpeng floating in the air, it forcibly blocked the strong creatures attacking from all directions.

Suddenly, Mo Yi felt a sharp meaning, turned his head sideways to see the sky-covering sword light submerged, and slashed the rest of the creatures in the way together The target pointed directly at the Qingxuan Venerable, the person who came out of the sword was the master of the Changfeng Gate Sword Furnace Sword Furnace, he was an old monster at the age of thousands of years, and he knew that there was not much longevity, so he gave up the high position of the sword furnace and went to the abyss of all worlds with Yi Haoran to seek the Heavenly Immortal Fruit.

This sword is not much worse than Yi Haoran's sword, before Yi Haoran was able to cut Mo Yi off the snow field and seriously injured him, and the sword was also with the intention of killing Mo Yi by surprise.

Not far away, Yi Haoran had already confronted Cheng Jingyu in the dispatch of all the members of the Tiangu Gate, and the two did not speak or fight, but they were facing each other in the distance, touching each other's sword hilts, and the atmosphere was frozen to the extreme.

"Changfengmen, I remember it. Mo Yi coldly stood up his sword and did not dodge or dodge.

It's just that this time Mo Yi didn't dodge, he was qualified to resist hard in the state of Ying Long Eight Swords Sacrifice to the Heavens, plus he didn't want to take the fairy spirit liquid to break through to the vast Heavenly Palace realm, his current sword should not be underestimated.

There weren't too many fancy, Mo Yi held his breath and raised his hand without the slightest drag to cut down such a sword, this time the sword light did not annihilate the gray, but with pure black, the black of the ink that engulfed hope, that was the pure true meaning of the sword.

Everyone's comprehension of the true meaning of the sword is different, and the sword light will be a little different, Mo Yi is pure black, and I don't know what it portends, black represents despair, represents shadow, and also represents devouring, the black sword light collided with the sword of Jian Wuxian, and completely dissolved with it, but there was still a little residual strength through, Mo Yi used his body to block it for Qingxuan Venerable, and his flesh was full of blood.

And before Mo Yi had time to breathe, he didn't know when the creatures around him fled into the distance like ghosts, he suddenly felt a huge crisis coming from behind, and when he turned around, he only saw the overwhelming pale waves flooding in, and if you look closely, these are not sea water, but huge waves made of flames!

White flame, innocent fire, Nanxun Holy Mountain enshrines the elder white ghost.

Another real powerhouse from Nanxun Sacred Mountain dispatched, Mo Yi did not hesitate to use the cloud dragon in the Eight Swords of Ying Long, and had the mana of the vast heavenly palace as the foundation, he pulled out more than a dozen cloud dragons constructed by gray annihilation mana in one breath and collided with them, and the white sea of innocent fire quickly collided with the annihilation mana.

It's just that this time, Mo Yi's annihilation mana did not corrode the flame like a bamboo, but was difficult to entangle with the white flame, just like water and fire colliding with each other, resulting in a collision of distance!

"Strange fire. Mo Yi reacted suddenly, thinking that this innocent fire must also be not an ordinary flame like the green flames around Venerable Qingxuan, he immediately increased his mana output and received a sudden storm, and the terrifying mana set off a gray storm, and for a moment he was stunned to withstand the huge wave of the innocent fire.

The white ghost wearing a mask controlled the top of the huge wave of unsullied fire and stubbornly resisted the closed eyes of the Qingxuan Venerable, he felt the trembling of the innocent fire in his body, looking at the green flame, he just wanted to burn the Qingxuan Venerable to ashes in the next second!

"Get out of here!" The White Ghost Void drew out a pale white sword, and countless holes on the sword body were filled with white flames, and the innocent fire behind him spread out into a group of white wings and flew down to kill the Qingxuan Venerable beside Mo Yi.

"Which kitten and puppy are you?" Mo Yi scolded and greeted him, but his heart sank, because the white ghost diffused with the same terrifying aura as Yi Haoran and the Holy Maiden, it was a dangerous aura that belonged to the Supreme Realm alone!

Is the holy mountain worthy of being a holy mountain, the Supreme Realm can be moved out of the plural at will, but Mo Yi is not the slightest timid, but his eyes are fierce, even if it is the Supreme Realm?

The blood light of the blood sword in Mo Yi's hand skyrocketed by three feet, and the blood sword could also see that Mo Yi was going to be desperate to prepare a helper, but at this time, the sword of the Changfeng Gate was so immortal that he looked at Mo Yi's back again, and slashed straight out with a sword!

Enemy on the belly and back!

And at this moment, when Mo Yi was almost ready to resist this sword, a big bell suddenly fell and covered Mo Yi and Venerable Qingxuan, the sword light of the sword shook on the bell and the bell rang, and the sound wave made the white ghost who was slashed by the sword also changed his complexion, but before he could put away the sword, a snow-white figure had already appeared in front of him.

"Jiao..."The white ghost hadn't yet read out the name of Mo Luoxue, the fallen dragon sword had already been slashed with great anger, and the slash was also the true meaning of the sword, but the sword light was tragic white.

"Get the. "Mo Luoxue coldly slashed the white ghost with a sword, how far did it fly!_

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