Mo Xian was forced back by the sudden slash of the sword.
This fighting space was much more stable than she had imagined, which even surprised her - if they were fighting in the outside world, the entire Wuchongpo would have been completely reduced to ruins at this moment. However, they had been fighting for so long, but they had not been able to fight continuously.
The floors here cannot be damaged at all.
The dragon clan's physique gave Mo Xian physical strength far beyond that of ordinary people. Even if he used a fierce and fearless fighting style, he was still blushing and out of breath. However, the sword opposite him was obviously exhausted, and his chest was heaving violently.
Brother Shen Mo's eyes lit up. Just as they had guessed, the knife was indeed very weak, and now was undoubtedly a good opportunity to kill the other party. So they suggested in unison: "Let's kill him together."
Qingyang was a little moved when he heard this, but he was still a little worried - a real master would not show his fatigue easily. He suspected that this was a flaw that the other party deliberately sold. He didn't know why, but this guy always gave him a kind of flaw.
A thrilling feeling.
Brother Shen Mo frowned at the same time. He didn't know which god this guy had encountered before, and it actually turned him into such an indecisive character.
Being too cautious is cowardice, which is not what a strong person should look like.
The purple-eyed Chenmo suppressed his displeasure and asked: "Aren't you worried that he will behead us with a knife like just now?"
The scene of Bao Yan suddenly dying in front of them is still vivid in their minds. If they don't deal with him as soon as possible, they will be the ones who die.
"He can't launch such an attack casually. Let's see."
After much hesitation, Qing Yang still made a choice that disappointed Shen Mo and the two of them, and decided to continue to wait and see. Brother Shen Mo wanted to leave him alone and take action, but he suddenly frowned, because facing the weak sword at this time, Mo Mo
Xian actually did not take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but stood motionless, as if he was deliberately giving the opponent time to recover.
What does this woman want to do?
Dao also stared at Mo Xian who suddenly stopped in front of him, guessing her intention in his heart, and asked: "Why don't you continue to take action?"
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Mo Xian did not answer, but asked after a moment of silence: "You are not afraid of gods, is it because you think you have the possibility of defeating him?"
Perhaps in order to buy himself some rest time, or perhaps because he suddenly thought of something, Dao quietly put away the arm he was about to wave and gave an answer.
"It is difficult to defeat the gods, and I have never thought about this problem."
"Why?"
"You win life, you lose death, that's it."
"Die if you lose?"
"Yes, this is a foreseeable outcome."
This calm attitude made Mo Xian feel inexplicably annoyed, and his voice couldn't help but raise a bit: "So I'm asking you why you are not afraid of death!"
"fear death?"
Dao raised his eyes and glanced at her, "The knife wielder can advance or retreat, die or live, so why should he be afraid of death?"
Mo Xian was suddenly stunned.
There is progress but no retreat, there is death but no life...
"That's right."
Dao seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, and said calmly, "As far as I know, this has always been the purpose of the Dragon Clan. You..."
Mo Xian's fist suddenly clenched and he interrupted loudly: "What qualifications do you have to laugh at me! You talk about progress and retreat. Since you can stand here alive, it means that you survived by running away!"
"Not to mention that I have no interest in laughing at you...how do you know that I survived by running away?"
"Isn't it? Everyone standing here is the same, they are all losers! If you lose, you will die. Isn't that what you said!"
"A loser...cough cough cough."
Dao coughed violently several times, black blood overflowed from his mouth, and said slowly, "That's right."
He raised his hand and pointed at Mo Xian with a calm expression, "But although I lost, it's not a complete defeat, and I will win it back this time."
However, at this moment, his raised right hand was suddenly frozen by a streak of ice crystals. At the same time, Qing Yang in the distance shouted loudly to Mo Xian: "Mo Xian, it's now!"
He weighed it again and again, and finally decided to take advantage of this opportunity to take action, and he repeated his old trick, using the third eye on his forehead to block the action of the knife.
The most powerful thing about Qing Yang is the third eye on his forehead. This eye has many uses. It can not only spy on the enemy's information, but also release a series of powerful spells, which can be said to have endless uses.
However, he observed the knife for a long time and never saw a single flaw in it. It seemed as if it was a knife made from nature, full of sharp edges, and born only to kill people.
This discovery horrified him.
Because the last opponent he saw who had no flaws... was a god.
This feeling of not being able to start always reminds him of his powerlessness and despair when he faced the gods - he still has a glimmer of hope. If he could have spent more time observing the gods and learned all the information about the gods, perhaps,
There is still a chance to fight.
But he actually knew in his heart that this was just an excuse to comfort himself.
...gods are invincible.
However, although the gods are terrifying, the guy in front of him is not really invincible. Qing Yang's expression was cold.
However, in the face of his loud urging, Mo Xian stood motionless, obviously not intending to take action.
This was undoubtedly beyond Qing Yang's expectations, and made him feel very angry. He wondered if this woman was crazy. Fortunately, Brother Shen Mo didn't hold back.
The reserved ones launched an attack.
The knife's arm was frozen, and he wanted to use his head to swing the knife to break the ice crystals, but his body suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand times, as if he was bearing thousands of times his own gravity, and his bones creaked.
Brother Shen Mo knew that the guy in front of him could use any part of his body to launch a counterattack, so it was best to immobilize him before launching an attack, so he suppressed him at the same time.
This was not a simple gravity attack, but an all-round oppression. The space around the knife was continuously compressed, making his entire figure seem to be embedded in a solid iron wall, making it difficult to move.
This is the ability of Shen Mo, which can continuously oppress the opponent in battle, causing it to completely lose the space and ability to dodge, and can only be slaughtered by others.
However, it is obviously not easy to suppress a master like Dao, so they have been secretly preparing to form a suppression, just to launch the most fatal blow.
But now the sword is completely unable to move, and there is no way to make any counterattack. If you want to kill him, you must do it now!
The eyes of Shen Mo and Chen Mo emitted a heart-warming light, and their bodies moved at high speed, leaving two arcs of light behind them, one red and one purple, as they headed towards the knife to jointly strangle.
This is an absolutely fatal blow, and once the two of them are suppressed, no one except the gods can survive this move, let alone this sick man!
With the belief of victory, the two fists fell heavily.
"Cough cough cough."
However, the next second, a scene that made everyone unbelievable appeared.
They saw that the knife that they knew was absolutely immovable suddenly shattered the ice crystals in their right hand, then grabbed the red-eyed Shen Mo's arm, pulled hard in the direction of his force, and at the same time swept his feet to destroy his body balance.
He actually used it as a shield and used his body to block the purple-eyed demon's fist.
The purple-eyed Chen Mo had no time to hold back his strength, and could only watch helplessly as his fist landed on his brother's chest.
"Peng!"
The red-eyed Shen Mo's chest instantly sunk, and he spit out a large amount of blood from his mouth. Under such fierce force, his body should have been thrown out quickly, but the knife used force again, grabbing his arm and keeping him in place.
He spun it around and swung it like a sledgehammer, hitting the purple-eyed demon hard.
With a loud noise, the Shen Mo brothers flew out simultaneously.
It wasn't over yet, the figure of Dao disappeared from the place, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Qing Yang.
The latter had anticipated that he would attack as early as the moment the sudden change occurred. His face immediately darkened, a faint light flashed in the eyes on his forehead, and a wall of ice spread out in front of him in an instant.
"Card."
The ice wall suddenly broke in half the moment it was formed, and the ice cubes fell to the ground and shattered, reflecting Dao's cold expression, his eyes as indifferent as if he were looking at a dead person.
His right hand slashed down like a knife, but unexpectedly it did not touch Qing Yang's body, but cut across it, as if what he saw in front of him was just a shadow.
There was a strong wind coming from behind. The knife tilted its head slightly, avoiding a cyan fist the size of a sandbag, and was about to catch it with its backhand. However, the purple-eyed demon had already gained experience this time, and he suddenly retracted his arm and activated all the weapons at the same time.
Strength, suppressing the knife in place again.
At the same time, the red-eyed Sinking Demon unexpectedly fell from the sky. His whole body was like a rapidly falling meteorite, with terrible pressure centered on him and crushing towards the knife below.
The body of the knife can be seen bending downward a lot, obviously under great pressure.
Seeing this opportunity, Qing Yang, who was directly in front of him, suddenly showed a strange smile on his lips. The shadow seemed to turn into reality, and he reached out and stabbed his heart.
The purple-eyed demon also took action at the same time.
Mo Xian, who was not far away, watched this scene and saw that the knife was tightly restrained by three people. There was no room to dodge, and he was about to be hit.
...But Dao never thought of dodging.
After all, as he said -
The person holding the sword can advance but not retreat, and can die but not live.
In a moment, the light of a sword flashed for the first time in the battle space.
This was an extremely bright sword, as if it cut through the sky, so that everyone was briefly intoxicated.
And the moment they came back to their senses, they suddenly discovered the horrific wound on their chest——
Blood spurted out, which was a horrific injury that could be fatal.
"How is it possible..."
The Shen Mo brothers looked horrified. They couldn't figure out how this guy broke free from their oppression again and again.
Qingyang felt as if he had seen a ghost. The technique he used was similar to Bai Mo's shadow to a certain extent. It allowed his body to switch between reality and reality. This guy's first attack clearly showed no
It worked. How did this knife hurt him?
The minds of the three people were full of confusion, but they never had the chance to find answers.
The knife was quietly put down in his right hand.
At the same time, three heads rose into the sky.
Mo Xian stared at this scene blankly, unable to describe his feelings.
This guy is simply ridiculously strong.
But... Could it be that he was not serious when he fought with me just now, so why did he kill the three Qingyang people in an instant now?
Dao looked back at her: "Although you didn't take action just now, it doesn't mean that I will show mercy to you."
Mo Xian retracted his thoughts and nodded: "I know."
Of course she knew the rules of this place. This was a place where life was a matter of life and death. Moreover, she didn't just stop taking action just so that the knife could be merciful to her.
"Did you almost die just now?" she asked suddenly.
Dao didn't answer.
"I know even if you don't tell me, you are not invincible." Mo Xian seemed to be relieved as he didn't know what he thought of.
"No one is invincible."
As soon as the words fell, the knife launched another attack.
Mo Xian crossed his arms in front of him to block the sword light, and sprayed out overwhelming flames from his mouth, almost filling half of the space.
The flames were cut open quickly, and the knife leaned over from the sea of fire indifferently. However, behind the sea of fire were countless figures of Moxian.
"Such tricks can't stop me," he said.
"I didn't want to stop you either." Countless Mo Immortals said in unison.
However, Dao was not attracted by the shadow. He felt a very terrifying aura condensing behind him. He subconsciously raised his hand to block his head, but was still slapped to the ground with a terrifying force.
The flames dissipated, and a huge white dragon shadow appeared in front of Dao's eyes.
Mo Xian transformed into his true form for the first time in battle.
The crystal clear scales are arranged neatly, wrapping the strong white body. The whole body seems to be carved by ice crystals, and even the eyes are cold and snow-white.
The dragon's horns are not decorative, but as sharp as a spear or a knife, with a bone-chilling chill, and the same goes for the dragon's claws.
This dragon was much smaller than what Dao had seen before, but it was still a giant to him.
The speed of Mo Xian who returned to his original body was astonishingly fast. Even though he had just noticed the opponent's position in time, he still couldn't avoid it in time, and half of his body seemed to be paralyzed.
"roar--"
Mo Xian let out a high-pitched dragon roar. The white dragon was known for its speed. Even though it was huge, it moved as fast as lightning. The dragon's eyes were filled with ice coldness, and it struck again at a speed that a knife could hardly react to.
The knife struck out several times in succession, but Mo Xian used his hard dragon horns to block them all. The huge dragon tail fell heavily from behind the knife. Even though he narrowly avoided it, he was still carried by the huge force.
The air flow carried it several meters away.
Mo Xian gained the upper hand and attacked without mercy. The knife was forced to dodge again, looking quite embarrassed.
"What are you doing!"
Mo Xian let out a huge roar. She didn't think that she could crush the knife after turning into her true form. This guy seemed to have never thought about fighting with her from the beginning - this was undoubtedly an insult to her.
And she had long realized a problem. Although they had been fighting for so long, the sword had never revealed its specific abilities.
For example, his unavoidable sword strike, or how he instantly killed Qing Yang and others, these were all hidden deeply by him.
It was as if he was wary of some opponent and had been deliberately hiding it.
It's like a knife that hasn't really been unsheathed yet.
