The man in white who trapped the black dragon's left claw waved his left hand and shot out a white light towards Mo Ming. Mo Ming shot a "Human Word". But how could the power of an immortal be compared to the power of a mortal? Although the momentum was extraordinary, the difference in strength was
Well, victory or defeat can only take place in an instant.
Mo Ming's chest was hit by white light, and he fell to the ground. Those swords were really powerful, and they flew one after another to form steps, giving Mo Ming a place to stay. But the impact of the white light was too strong, and Mo Ming couldn't help but step back when he landed.
He stepped forward and almost fell to the ground.
The man in white clothes who took action coldly snorted: "If it hadn't been already formed, I would have crushed you ant to death with my own hands!"
This sounded strange, but then Mo Ming touched her chest, and there was not even a trace of impact left, which was hard to understand.
Mo Ming was knocked back by a blow, but Zhong Xihou was not so lucky.
He floated backwards, and then shot at the injured white man with a swift movement. He raised his sword, and the long blade of the picking ax was facing downwards, slashing it down hard. The injured white man couldn't help but frown, and sneered in his heart.
, this black-faced ant is really speechless, how can it be so ignorant of life and death?
But before the injured Baiyi could take action, the senior brother beside him took action on his behalf.
Different from the previous white light, he directly waved his sword finger, and a flying sword flew out of the sword box behind him and shot at Zhong Xihou. Zhong Xihou's picking ax had already been chopped down, and he saw the Bagua pattern that appeared again. This time
The sword was fierce, and a small gap appeared in the Bagua pattern.
But before he could be proud, the flying sword came towards him. Zhong Xihou avoided it in time, but his left arm was still cut open with a bloody gash.
The flying sword quickly turned around in the air and shot at Zhong Xihou again. Zhong Xihou could only smile bitterly, helpless at the gap between immortals and mortals. He was crushed by the black dragon a few days ago, and tonight he was toyed with by these white-clothed people. He was the overlord of the Western Land.
His face was really wiped out.
But at this moment, a flying sword flew towards him with lightning speed, facing the flying sword of the white-clothed immortal. Only when the light of the sword dissipated did he see clearly that the sword was the spiritual sword called Shanhe Yimeng.
"Little monkey, don't be distracted. These dolls have just woken up and are too weak to fight with these immortals for a long time."
A voice came from Zhong Xihou's head, and the voice seemed a little labored. He understood that it was the orange-robed woman who awakened the sword spirits in these spiritual swords, making these spiritual swords truly become spiritual swords.
Zhong Xihou raised the palm of his left hand upwards into the air, and the rich yellow sword energy spread out and gathered again. The white-clothed immortals couldn't help being surprised when they saw Zhong Xihou's actions. This is not a sword energy, this is clearly a sword energy.
Among the thousands of spiritual powers, the power of the wind spirit is extremely difficult to control!
"Don't hurt him!"
The man in white clothes who trapped the dragon's head said hurriedly, "This man's face is so handsome that even Li Ganghong, the man in blue clothes, can't compare. There is a flame pattern pointing to the sky between his eyebrows, and his eyes look at Zhong Xihou, shooting out a divine light, as if
It's like discovering a rare treasure.
The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern facing the sky was probably the leader of the eight people. As soon as he opened his mouth, the other sword-wielding immortal stopped immediately, and his flying sword also flew back and returned to the sword box.
These people stopped their movements, but Zhong Xihou did not intend to stop. The goose-yellow sword energy gathered to the limit of his endurance, and then the goose-yellow sword energy gradually transformed into a shape like a dancing sword. Then he waved his left hand downwards, and the goose-yellow sword energy transformed into
The dancing sword quickly shot at a group of white-clothed people. Its power was like thunder and wind roaring for thousands of miles.
Fire in the sky
The flame-patterned immortal in white still looked happy, but he also understood that the black-faced man's move was beyond human power and should not be underestimated. He couldn't help but let go of the sword in his hand, and took the initiative to fly towards the dance formed by the goose-yellow sword energy.
Yu Jian. Two by three, a total of eight Bagua patterns of different colors appeared in front of his body.
The yellow sword energy fell with the sword, and the eight Bagua patterns were shattered one by one, until the last one was cracked, but until the Wuyu sword transformed by the yellow sword energy completely dissipated, the cracked Bagua pattern remained unbroken.
Looking at the immortal in white with the sky-facing flame pattern, his forehead and temples were covered with sweat. I think it took a lot of immortal power to resist him.
Looking at Zhong Xihou again, his robes that were damaged in the fight with the Sleeping Cow were soaked with sweat. His face was also moistened with sweat. His chest was rising and falling, and he was breathing heavily. Looking at his eyes again,
The eyelids are slightly heavy, as if they can no longer support themselves.
"As expected of an immortal..."
The words fell, as if exhausted, and as soon as the eyes closed, the power of controlling the wind could not be sustained, and the body fell.
After falling from such a height, there is no disability, only death.
The figure of the immortal in white with the flame pattern facing the sky flashed and appeared beside Zhong Xihou. He supported the dark-faced man and slowly fell down. Although his face was also full of exhaustion, his happy smile remained unchanged.
Mo Ming found it strange that these immortals who came this time really puzzled him. They fought back themselves, but did not hurt themselves at all. They fought back Zhong Xihou, but saved him from falling.
But without the blessing of the immortal power in white with the sky-facing flame pattern, his spiritual sword could no longer maintain the colorful chain. The black dragon just raised his head, the chain shattered, and the spiritual sword fell. The white-clothed immortal with the sky-facing flame pattern dropped his hand.
Move, the spirit sword flew back to his hand.
The injured white-clothed immortal was really puzzled and asked with a little anger: "Senior brother, if you act like this and ruin the ancestor's important affairs, how can we go back and communicate with each other?"
The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern facing the sky said with disdain in his tone: "This black dragon has been knocked down now, but he is no different from us. If the eight of us can't conquer one of him, how can we have the face to go back?"
Zongmen? This human child has a rare wind spirit root. From the looks of it, he is also one of the best swordsmen in the world. If he can be brought back to the sect and cultivated well, do you know how much it will help the sect’s future?"
A white-clothed immortal who was more beautiful than a woman agreed with his senior brother's words, but the most important thing they came here for was to bring back the sect's Zhenpai Spirit Sword that had been left in the world for their ancestor. If it was because of this black-faced swordsman that they missed something important
, it is indeed difficult to communicate.
"Senior brother, since he has fainted, let's surrender the black dragon first. If we move slower, I'm afraid those old guys in the sky will be displeased."
The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern facing the sky loves talents, but he knows the purpose of this trip very clearly, and he jumped back to his original position.
The beautiful immortal in white then said to Mo Ming: "Little baby, you have offended several times, but we have never taken action against you. You should also know that we have no ill intentions, but we are just here to retrieve the Zhenpai Spirit Sword that the sect left in the world.
After retrieving the spirit sword, you will leave. Judging from your original appearance as Zhuangzi, you are also from a well-off family. If you destroy some buildings, it won't be a big loss. In this case, don't delay our business anymore."
From Mo Ming's heart, it wouldn't matter to him if the Black Dragon was captured and the Mo family would be peaceful from now on. But just as he was about to prepare, he just sat and watched.
The immortals in white clothes trapped the black dragon, exhausted the black dragon's strength and finally took him away. An anxious voice came from behind.
"Ming'er, we can't let them take this black dragon with them!"
Mo Ming turned around and saw his mother and the princess running toward him. Beside her were Hu Lao, Mo Qu'er, and three men in black.
"Mother, why?"
The princess's expression had never been so flustered, but her tone remained firm as she said: "Ming'er, even if my Mo family is destroyed today, I can't let them take away this black dragon!"
Mo Ming was confused, but then he smiled. He nodded, and his only response to his mother's words was "good".
"Mo Ming, the swordsman of the Mo family, asks the immortal for advice!"
As he spoke, the sword in his hand crossed the palm of his left hand, staining the blade with blood. Then Mo Yu's sword was launched!
This attack was different from the past. Mo Yu's sword, which was like a prop in the hands of a magician, changed its color again. This time, even the princess had never seen the color.
The Mo Yu sword in Mo Ming's hand is black and white, symmetrical and even.
Then Mo Ming felt that the Tanzhong acupoint became hot, as if a hot iron bead had been inserted into it, burning Mo Ming's forehead, temples, and even sweat oozing out from all over his body. After a few moments, his
His hair, his face, and his clothes were all covered with sweat.
The Qi source's eighteen meridians continued to emit Qi, and the black and white Mo Yu sword continued to absorb the Qi. After half a stick of incense passed like this, Mo Ming felt better.
But so much time has passed, and the black dragon is almost exhausted and will be subdued.
Mo Ming's eyes were bloodshot, like a fierce ghost from the Eastern Yin Realm. He dragged his dancing sword and ran quickly towards the group of white-clothed immortals. Then he jumped up. This jump was more than ten feet, and he couldn't help but be shocked.
The immortal in white who once defeated him.
Mo Yu sword slashed, using a sword move that he had never seen before. Black and white Qi wrapped around Mo Yu's sword, and the Qi gradually transformed into a Wuyu sword that was similar to Zhong Xihou's goose-yellow sword energy.
Large and small black and white two-color Moyu sword.
The power of this sword swing was so terrifying that all the white-clothed immortals couldn't help but withdraw from the magic circle and dispersed. The injured immortal in white-clothed didn't know if he went out today and didn't read the almanac. The other brothers and sisters narrowly avoided him.
But the huge black and white Mo Yu sword swung over and was hit in the middle.
This sword should have cut the person in half, but the injured immortal in white showed no signs of injury after receiving this sword. Although the sword did not cut him in half, it did not hurt him, but the strength
It really existed. The unlucky immortal flew out again and disappeared into stars.
The remaining white-clothed immortals actually had a tacit understanding and said in unison: "I am a devil of mercy!"
My Demonic Mercy, this is the name of Mo Ming's sword. But this sword has no moves, it can be slashing, stabbing, or picking.
"Little baby, where did you learn the compassion of my devil!"
Mo Ming's body slowly fell to the ground. Falling from such a height meant that there was no chance of death. But Mo Ming fell to one knee and fell to the ground. Not to mention being disabled, basic cramps and sprained feet did not occur.
He asked coldly: "Then I dare to ask you, as an immortal, you send people to kill mortals and seize people's finances. Dare I ask, what is an immortal, and how do you deserve the word immortal!"