Han Ke Xuantian sword energy surrounded his body and rushed towards Qianmo. The Kaitian sword style is one of the highest-level sword moves in the Heavenly Palace. With Han Ke as the center, the air is filled with sword blades formed by the Xuantian sword intent. Han Ke slashed down with one sword, and Xuantian sword intent rushed towards Qianmo.

Qian Mo's eyes condensed, and the ancient sword rushed out in an instant, blocking it in front of him. The sword blade continued to rotate and change, resisting all the sword blades that were whistling. However, the Xuantian sword intent that Han Ke kept condensed seemed to not dissipate at all. Qian Mo could only grit his teeth to resist. This battle of attrition depends on everyone's mysterious power and the sea of ​​gods wider.

Han Ke looked at Qian Mo who was struggling in the center of the formation, sneered, and immediately changed his sword intent, and rushed towards Qian Mo with a long sword. The sword blade in the sky opened a passage for Han Ke and pointed directly into Qian Mo's chest.

The ancient sword was still in the air, and the sword was approaching quickly, and the ancient sword had no time to resist.

Qianmo's purple-black pupils condensed, and the cold ice blood in his body was completely stimulated, and the snow-colored mysterious energy rushed out of Qianmo's body. Qianmo used his palm as a shield, and a piece of mysterious ice condensed into the palm of his palm, blocking Han Ke's killing sword.

Han Ke was instantly shaken out. When Han Ke retreated, Qian Mo did not give him any chance to breathe, and rushed out with great strides. The ancient sword accompanied Qian Mo to block the sword intent of the sky for him. At the same time, the mysterious ice in his hand condensed, and a long black ice sword suddenly transformed and condensed. At the moment the long sword was formed, Qian Mo just flashed in front of Han Ke, snowflakes mixed around the sword body, and slashed at him with one sword. Han Ke's long sword was horizontal in front of his chest and blocked it with all his might.

The long sword in Han Ke's hand was directly cut off by Qian Mo's sword. At the same time, Han Ke's sharp edge was revealed, and Han Ke flew backwards like a broken kite and hit the entourages. The entourage tried his best to catch Han Ke. When he touched him, he could still feel the ice on the surface of his skin. Everything happened too quickly, and the sudden appearance of the ice bloodline was really shocking.

Han Ke's wound slowly condensed into ice, and the entourage tried his best to seal Han Ke's bloodline and prevent the Han Bing sword from continuing to spread in Han Ke's body.

Qian Mo looked at Han Ke’s embarrassing appearance, smiled slightly, and said, “It seems you are not qualified to let me go back with you.”

Han Ke spit out a mouthful of blood, his lips turned white, and his whole body was eroded by the ice sword intent, which was extremely painful. He said weakly, "Only the ice bloodline can the snow clan have it. How can one body have two bloodlines at the same time?"

A entourage next to him said in a deep voice, "So, this is the reason why you have been living in the southern region but are not noticed by us. The two blood vessels restrain and cancel each other, making people unable to detect it."

Qian Mo smiled and said, "To be honest, I am afraid I can't answer these two bloodlines on me. Maybe, go and ask you the Heavenly Palace, they may understand better than me."

Han Ke sighed to the sky, "What a freak. He is born with a combination of human and sword, and has two extreme bloodlines. It's hard to imagine what kind of existence you would be if you were allowed to live for ten or twenty years."

Han Ke struggled to get up, looked at Qian Mo, and said, "I have no qualifications to interpret your strength. Although you beat me, the people behind me will not let you go. I will ask for the last time. Today, we will either go back to the Heavenly Palace with us or stay here forever."

The Xuanbing Long Sword in Qianmo's hand gradually disappeared, and the ancient sword flew back into his hand, saying, "If you want to fight, fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen white-robed messengers rushed out instantly, and the old man in charge shouted loudly, "Thousand Spirit Sword Formation!"

A sword seal appeared under Qian Mo's feet, and then expanded instantly. More than a dozen illusory white long swords stood on the edge of the formation. The white-robed messenger surrounded Qian Mo. The sword shadow rushed out and countless sword blades rushed towards Qian Mo.

Qian Mo stood in the center, then quickly shifted his body and tried his best to avoid the flying sword. The ancient sword in his hand rushed out of his hand, surrounding him, and tried his best to resist the sword shadow in the formation. Qian Mo flipped his hand, and the Xuanbing Long Sword instantly condensed in his hand, and strode toward the white robe messenger. However, as soon as he reached the edge of the formation, the ice sword slashed out, and the white long sword guarding the formation was instantly slashed down, and a wave of white mist scattered when it touched the Xuanbing Long Sword, and Qian Mo flew straight backwards.

The white-robed messenger did not want to give Qian Mo any chance to regulate his breath. He temporarily accumulated his strength, and the sword shadow rushed out again and came to him.

Qian Mo struggled to get up, and the mark on his eyebrows became more purple and red. The ancient sword flew back to his right hand. Xuanbing long sword in his left hand and blood-red ancient sword in his right hand. When the sword shadow was about to touch Qian Mo, two pillars of light suddenly rose, setting off a huge sea of ​​energy.

More than a dozen white-robed messengers rushed into the formation in an instant, with sword shadows intertwined and caught off guard. Qian Mo resisted with all his strength in the formation, holding a sword in both hands, and still felt a little helpless in the face of such a person. The sword marks on his body became more and more, and the blood line flowed into the ancient sword along his arms, and the ancient sword became brighter and brighter.

The Xuanbing Long Sword was gradually soaked in Qianmo's hands, and the crystal clear Xuanbing was particularly eye-catching.

The sword formation transformed by more than a dozen white-robed messengers was in order in every round, giving Qian Mo no room for maneuver.

Another wave of sword shadows came, Qian Mo's body tilted, and the ancient sword drew a semicircle on the ground, with a little toe, and his body swept out, and the sword formation in front of him was still coiled in the sky.

Qian Mo jumped high and stabbed the Xuanbing sword in his left hand into the ground. In an instant, a snowflake mark was transformed under Qian Mo's feet and gradually released and expanded to compete with the sword formation set up by the white-robed messenger.

In the air, snowflakes slowly floated, and Qianmo's eyebrows slowly turned from purple to white. The snowflakes condensed in the air, aiming at the white-robed messenger.

The white-robed messenger formed a formation again, and a huge formation map suddenly appeared in the air. Qian Mo waved the Xuanbing sword, and the sword blade rushed out. The snowflakes quickly condensed and rushed towards the white-robed messenger. At the same time, the ancient sword flew straight out, and the two huge sword formations emitted a wave of destruction. The trees around the top of the mountain all rose up from the ground, in a mess.

The sword formation formed by more than a dozen white-robed messengers was directly destroyed in the air. Qian Mo was not feeling well, and he was shaken by the sea of ​​energy and flew backwards, slid a distance on the ground, and it was not until the edge of the cliff that he could stabilize his body.

Han Ke watched this thrilling scene from the side, clenched his fists and sighed inwardly, "I actually destroyed the sword formation set up by the messenger with all my strength. Even if I used up all of it, I still thought I could not do it. Qianmo was stronger than I thought."

He had just broken the formation and used all Qianmo's strength. Qianmo knew that he was now at the end of his strength and had no strength to compete.

The white-robed messenger did not immediately charge. Seeing that the sword formation was destroyed, they were also watching, quietly watching Qian Mo's state.

Qian Mo struggled to pick up the ancient sword next to him, supported his body on the edge of the cliff, wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, exhaled a deep breath of turbid air, and then spit out a mouthful of dark red blood.

The white-robed messenger finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Qian Mo's appearance and said coldly, "You are proud of the battle today, no matter what the result is. Unexpectedly, after the holy war, there were even geniuses like you from other races. It was their negligence to find you in the Heavenly Palace back then."

Qianmo's eyes changed, looking around the mountains, rivers, plants and trees in the Ji Sili Mountains, and said, "Tiangong? It's really ridiculous. He uses power for personal gain, is spoiled and debauchery, and lives a life of a grass mustard. Such actions are worthy of becoming the master of Xuanji Continent? This huge country is worthy of being Huaiyang?"

Han Ke replied, "You don't have to sarcasticly. Without our Heavenly Palace, there wouldn't be a peaceful and prosperous era today."

Qianmo smiled and said, "In the prosperous era? How many creatures did the Huaiyang Empire today exchange for? Not to mention our foreign races, you human race themselves do not know how many lives they died or injured. One general succeeded and thousands of bones were bleak, and you are not worthy of making a choice for the people of the world. From the beginning, all this was just to satisfy the selfish desires of your Heavenly Palace and Dao Ling."

Han Ke said sternly, "Stop talking! The Lord of the Lord is not you, a lowly person, who can talk nonsense!"

Qian Mo looked at Han Ke who was furious in front of him and smiled at him, "I thought you were different from them."

Han Ke's eyes gradually became fierce and he roared at Qian Mo, "Do you think I really can't kill you?" Han Ke had already forced a reversal of the energy in his body, and accumulated his strength to kill Qian Mo with a sword.

Qian Mo looked at the sword rain all over the sky, smiled coldly, and retreated step by step.

Han Ke originally thought he would try to avoid this sword, but then it completely shocked him.

Qian Mo slowly retreated back at the beginning. When the sword shadow was about to touch him, Qian Mo did not resist. He kicked his legs hard, and his whole body jumped backward. With the sword shadow, Qian Mo fell to the Nether Sea.

Han Ke's pupils shrank, and more than a dozen white-robed messengers rushed to the edge of the cliff, looking at the falling Qianmo.

Qian Mo let go of the ancient sword in his right hand, closed his eyes, and the dark night forest appeared in his mind, the snowflakes there, the four ancient phantom beasts, the forbidden land, and the mountains in the distance, the sunset, and the old man. Everything, when Qian Mo sank into the sea, turned into bubbles.

With a thud, a wave of waves was raised in the calm sea of ​​darkness, and then turned into nothingness. Several old men in white robe saw Qianmo falling into the sea, rushed down and jumped into the sea of ​​darkness together. However, everything that happened under the sea of ​​darkness caught them off guard.

After touching the sea water, a cold breath of death like hell instantly filled the whole body, merged into the bloodline, and invaded the divine sea. The coldness in the water instantly made people doomed. After several white-robed messengers fell into the water, their skin was instantly covered with ice and snow, their eyes were empty, and they didn't even have any time to react, and they sank directly to the bottom of the sea.

Everyone on the cliff watched this scene helplessly, fear and shock lingering in their hearts. In just a few breaths, several messengers who followed the sea to the sea died instantly. The sea surface returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Everyone on the cliff was creepy, feeling like they had survived the disaster, and secretly thanked that they did not rush to the Minghai. Han Ke Zhengzheng said, "What kind of existence is this Ji Sili Mountains, under this sea area, and the distance of the Minghai."

The remaining white-robed messenger sighed, "This time we chased, our Heavenly Palace lost five or six great masters in one day, and we are really incompetent. Fortunately, Qianmo was killed in the end."

Han Ke lowered his head and looked at the calm sea of ​​darkness in a daze, and said softly, "Now the descendants of the demon clan are eliminated, let's go back."
Chapter completed!