One blow has been hit, so you can't give Mo Junrong a chance to breathe.

"Hurry up, let's have another sword!"

Zheng Qiu shouted loudly to Yunyou, and at the same time he pinched out the concentration seal with his left hand to strengthen the concentration of his own spiritual strength.

The figure flashing with broken green light in the sky was cutting through the wind and sand at high speed and falling three hundred feet away.

Zheng Qiu knew in his heart that the special protective technique of using the ground-reducing magic to restrain Mo Junrong's body protection technique must be as close as possible.

Peng and Zheng Qiu used the art of divine appearance and heaven to manifest a huge finger and jumped up as a springboard.

My body was like a thunderbolt breaking through the air, chasing Mo Junrong. Two hundred feet, one hundred feet, the distance was getting closer.

He pushed the concentrating seal with his left hand forward, passed his forehead through a slight heat, and his spiritual power gathered into a concentrated stream and hit Mo Junrong far away.

In an instant, Zheng Qiu felt a buzzing heart, as if an unbearable burn came from the front.

But this burning heat is fleeting and is immediately covered by the cool feeling of vitality and divine power.

That's right, it's the fire of glory and the power of destruction. The power of Mo Junrong's body, which belongs to the God Lord, is stronger than expected.

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To obtain these improvements, Mo Junrong must have exchanged something with the Lord of God, but now he doesn’t have time to think about this kind of problem carefully.

Zheng Qiu glanced backwards, and the clouds and mountains fog on Yunyou's hand had once again lit up bright light, and the second weathering sword was brewing.

Zheng Qiu calculated the time in his mind and recited the syllables of the dragon's speech.

When Yunyou's Fenghuan Elephant Sword took action and the sword light was about to touch Mo Junrong, he activated the magic of shrinking the ground into an inch to break Mo Junrong's defense.

At the same time, as Zheng Qiu's target, Mo Junrong held the Axe of Destiny in his hand and gritted his teeth and roared, and the flames on his body whirred in the wind and sand.

The fire of glory is indeed omnipotent. The fiery flames quickly drove away the remaining sword energy on their bodies, and the fragments of the green power of heaven and earth were burned to pieces.

At the same time, the flames blew across the wound, and the positions cut by the sword energy quickly breached.

In less than three breaths, the sword energy of the wind-like sword was completely cleared by the flames, and Mo Junrong also returned to his full state.

Although he drove away the residual power of the Sword of the Weathering Elephant, he still didn't understand what had just happened.

In General Chen's memory fragments, it has never been mentioned that this secret technique of hiding into the demon prison will fail.

In this world, perhaps only the Lord of God has a way to deal with secret techniques and prevent the performers from hiding into the Demon Prison.

Mo Junrong was restless and couldn't help but start to doubt whether there was something wrong with the use of the artifact in desperation.

At this moment, a condensed spiritual force burst into the air and washed over Mo Junrong like a pillar of water.

"What?"

Mo Junrong was surprised to find that the burning flames on his body suddenly jumped wildly, becoming irritable and uneasy, as if he had encountered a great enemy.

"It's Zheng Qiu's power!"

If you fight many times, even the stupidest person can feel the difference in power and breath.

Only the faint green ghost thing like Zheng Qiu's body affects the fire of glory and limits the infinite power of the fire of glory.

The sword finger draws a circle into a circle. He sets up a sword intent shield without thinking to guard against Zheng Qiu's mental attack in advance.

Suddenly, a strong blue light suddenly lit up, completely illuminating his body and the surrounding space.

The oppression of the power of heaven and earth came towards us, the strong wind whistled endlessly, and Yunyou's storm of wind-like sword arrived!

Mo Junrong carefully used his secret technique to communicate with the world of Demon Prison and was ready to hide in and avoid the sword moves.

This time I carefully performed the technique, there should be no problem.

However, the outcome of the matter was unexpected.

When he saw the pictures of the surrounding world disappear and transform into the burning valley of the Demon Prison, the scene was suddenly covered by strong white light.

Immediately afterwards, the scene in the Demon Prison World disappeared, and the surroundings returned to the vast wilderness and the windy and sandy sky.

Then, his vision was filled with blue light, and the weathered sword hit his chest again.

The dull thunder echoed in the air, and the power of the green heaven and earth turned into a violent whirlwind and blew in all directions, sweeping the vast sand and dust into the distance.

The turbid sky has a brief and clear clearness, and even the clouds in the sky are a little thinner.

In the center of the explosion of green light and sparks, a shadow came out crookedly and shaking and flew downwards.

After a closer look, the shadow was Mo Junrong.

He held the Destiny Axe in his left hand, and his body on his right side disappeared. From his right shoulder to his abdomen, he was stirred into powder by the sword move.

But even though he suffered this severe injury, he was still alive, and no blood flowed out of the trauma that was missing from his body.

"What's the situation? This bastard is not dead yet?"

Zheng Qiu narrowed his eyes and stared at Mo Junrong Feiluo's figure carefully.

I don’t know if I don’t look at it, I’m shocked when I see it.

The gap on Mo Junrong's right body was wrapped in flames, and the ribs and spines burning into a red and hot state could be vaguely seen inside.

However, there are no internal organs around the bones.

Only the shadows of the internal organs and the unclear muscles of the Mohu Lake were like illusions in a mirage.

Zheng Qiu widened his eyes, his face full of surprise. It was actually a strength body, almost a copy of Yun You.

Give up the body and build the body with pure power, and become the residence of the spiritual soul.

Zheng Qiu didn't know why Mo Junrong gave up his body, nor did he know when he gave up his body.

By simply looking from a distance, he couldn't see clearly how much Mo Junrong gave up his body.

Should we give up everything like Yunyou, or should we still have some body structure like Chihun?

But one thing is clear: if you want to kill Mo Junrong, you can no longer use ordinary means, and it is useless to destroy your body.

We must also seal Mo Junrong's spiritual consciousness to prevent him from escaping, and then completely erase his soul.

"Continue to use the sword technique of transforming the elephant, don't stop!

Qing Yue also helped to smash Mo Junrong!”

Zheng Qiu shouted, and pinched his hands with his hands again.

"Thinking, excitement!"

He knocked his teeth hard, his eyebrows suddenly tightened, and his forehead suddenly became warm.

With the help of the handprint, the attention becomes extremely concentrated, and a stronger spiritual force rushes out like a tsunami.

Such strongly condensed spiritual power even shocked layers of ripples in the air, bringing up countless faint green waves.

Mo Junrong has a fire of glory to protect his body. If ordinary spiritual power approaches, it will be 100% burned and retaliated.

Only Qing Yue and Zheng Qiu rely on the protection of their vitality and divine power can neutralize the burning and erosion effect of the fire of glory and allow the spiritual power to stabilize the cover of Mo Junrong.

Seeing the faint green waves covering the space around Mo Junrong, Zheng Qiu quickly pushed out the handprint of gathering spirits, knocked his teeth in his mouth and said again: "Lock!"

The spiritual power gathered from all corners of the world, gathered inward, and suppressed Mo Junrong from all directions.

This pressure seems to be small and cannot lock Mo Junrong's action.

However, it is like a mountain in the spiritual level, pressing Mo Junrong's soul consciousness into his body and unable to leave his body and escape from the body.

At high altitude, Qing Yue opened her mouth and spit out a rainy dragon thunder, pouring out Mo Junrong on her head.

But Mo Junrong was as scared, floating in place without flying.
Chapter completed!