Brahma Tianluo and Xiao Jin looked at each other and said quickly: "Go over and have a look!" After saying that, they directly operated the silver lamp on the tree trunk and shot it into the gray open area.
The journey of thousands of miles was covered with gray fog formed by dust, and it was impossible to see what was going on in the distance. However, the three of them felt waves of energy fluctuations coming from time to time, which showed that it was a battle between strong men.
At this moment, Mo Xingchen and Mu Yu had killed five people, leaving only four people and Dongfang Jian. Dongfang Jian's handsome face was extremely ugly, and the other four people's faces were also ashen.
"Dongfang Jian, you are not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, are you!" Mo Xingchen handed the four people directly to Mu Yu, and he flew out and stood in front of Dongfang Jian, looking at his almost distorted face and sneered.
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"Mo Xingchen, right!? It's really powerful! No wonder so many strong men died in Dongfang City, but if you want to deal with me, you are just wishful thinking!" Dongfang Jian's eyes were like poisonous snakes, staring at Mo Xingchen's handsome and resolute face.
His face was so angry that his intestines almost twisted, and he could clearly see the difference in strength.
"Use any trump card you have, lest you lose your life before it's too late!" Mo Xingchen suddenly swung the sickle of life and death and struck at the Dongfang Sword. At this moment, he was furious when he saw this man, how dare he pull my woman's hand.
Small hands? You actually dare to hug my woman’s small waist. I would be very sorry if I didn’t chop off your two stupid hands, Xiao Luo.
Dongfang Jian's strength is at the six-star level of the Holy Order, while Mo Xingchen is at the peak of the eight-star level, so he is also using the energy of the eight-star at this moment, wishing he could kill this dirty kid like Dongfang Jian.
"You are simply dreaming about killing me!" Dongfang Jian waved his hands, and more than a dozen golden flying knives flew towards Mo Xingchen's body. The golden light was shining, and the speed was terrifying. Every one of them was...
Sacred treasure.
Mo Xingchen was shocked, and he immediately turned his body in the air to avoid some damage. Three scythes of life and death were knocked away, but another one passed through one of his trousers, making him break out in a cold sweat.
Unexpectedly, this guy had so many treasures on his body, and the iron plate under his feet was also a holy treasure. Mo Xingchen suddenly felt like he had a toothache.
Furious in his heart, Longhu suddenly appeared, his huge body soaring in front of Dongfang Jian. He stood on Longhu's head, looking at Dongfang Jian like a king over the world.
At this moment, Dongfang Jian was obviously insignificant in front of Mo Xingchen, but Dongfang Jian showed an evil smile on his lips and said: "Why, if you can't beat me, call me a helper! It turns out that Fan'er likes a useless man like you! Really?
Disappoint me!"
Mo Xingchen's face was like an iron pot, and the sickle of life and death in his hand suddenly burst out with a rich purple light. Then the black mist gathered, and an ancient beast roar came out. The black mist turned into a huge beast's mouth and swallowed it directly towards the Dongfang Sword. At the same time, the dragon
The tiger's sharp claws were also drawn out along the waist. This time, Mo Xingchen was bound to get some interest back.
Dongfang Jian's expression changed greatly and he quickly retreated, but the speeds of Heiwu and Longhu were both top-notch. Even if he had a holy treasure at his feet, he would not be able to escape. Only then did he feel Mo Xingchen's true strength, and he was frightened.
be terrified.
The gap between six stars and eight stars cannot be bridged without an absolute trump card.
When Dongfang Jian saw that the sharp energy of the death scythe behind him was about to sweep into his back, he immediately roared, his whole body glowed with purple light, and something green appeared in his hand.
"Young Master, don't be alarmed!" an old man's voice sounded in horror.
At this moment, Dongfangcheng felt that the clothes on his back were cut open by something sharp, and he was so frightened that he almost wet his pants.