The rolling sound waves echoed among the mountains. When Cheng and Kun heard the sound, their hearts palpitated and their whole bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Looking at the shaky figure that seemed to be unable to even stand, the three of them did not dare to take action for a moment.
In the battle between masters, momentum is the most important thing!
Between Mo Li and Xu Yu, they killed two people in a row, and their own momentum had already reached its peak, planting a seed of fear in the hearts of the other three, even though Mo Li's injuries seemed like he was about to die.
But what if the other party is pretending?
To take a step back, even if it is not disguised, as the old saying goes, rabbits will bite people when they are anxious, not to mention that this person is not only not a rabbit, but a beast that chooses people to eat!
The other party tried its best to fight to the death, and no one among the three of them could tell who would be dragged along!
In this case, who dares to step in?!
In fact, if they tried their best and the three masters attacked in succession, they would be able to defeat Mo Li at a small cost. It is not that they did not understand this truth, and they were slapped several times by these top masters in the world.
, this sword god once again has deep inner strength and superb swordsmanship, but he is probably at the end of his strength!
But who wants to be the first?
After all, they killed Mo Li not out of hatred, but because of orders from the Ruyang Palace. It would be a joke to say how loyal these masters were to Yuan Ting.
Li Qiye's injury was indeed serious, but it was not as serious as what they saw in front of them.
After all, they were cultivating pure yang internal energy, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu had reached the ninth level, with rough skin and thick flesh. The cold energy emitted by those three people was all offset by Mo Li's internal energy, and the remaining energy was
, after the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Gong is reduced, it can only hurt him, but cannot kill him.
As for the frost on his body, it was just because he wanted to save his internal energy, so he didn't use his energy to drive it away.
But after all, the opponent is a master who has been famous in the world for decades. He resisted the opponent's three attacks twice in a row. Even if Fan Yao's body weakened his strength the second time, his injuries were really serious. If the three of them blindly
You Dou, I'm afraid that within ten moves, he will run out of energy.
Even so, this record is already terrifying enough. The five opponents are the weakest eight-armed divine sword Fang Dongbai, and he is also a great swordsman who understands the sword's intention enough to fight against ordinary masters. In today's world, except for
Zhang Sanfeng alone, who else can fight against so many masters alone, kill two of them one after another, and still have the strength to fight?
While speaking, Li Li had already seen the expressions of the three people in his eyes. These three people were afraid. Although they still had strength, they would never join forces sincerely. This was his chance of victory!
We can't delay it, we have to force them to fight to the death!
Decide the outcome with one sword!
Li Li was worried and shouted sternly: "Since you are unwilling to attack, then Mo will do it himself!"
The hilt of his sword shook, and the Ziwu sword suddenly let out a clear sword cry, like a dragon's roar, resounding throughout the valley!
He slowly thrust out a sword towards the three of them, neither fast nor slow, neither slow nor fast, and all the power was restrained. In the eyes of Zhao Min who was watching the battle, it was ordinary, like a child wielding it casually.
However, the expressions of Cheng and Kun, the three of them, suddenly changed!
On that long sword, there was a mighty sword intent that was as thick as a mountain and majestic and irresistible. That sword intent did not leak out at all, but it locked the three of them tightly!
The long sword was handed out, and the black and white mottled Ziwu Sword gradually became brighter, becoming more and more powerful and brilliant!
As the three of them got closer and closer, the world suddenly darkened!
Under the bright moon, among the mountains, there is only this long sword at this moment!
The sword energy of this sword is sharp, the sword light is bright, the cold light is overflowing, and it is as bright as the stars!
This is Li Qiye’s way of swordsmanship!
The five masters attack together, isn't Mo Li afraid of death?!
He is scared, he is scared to death!
But he couldn't escape, and Yin Liting died in the hands of the opponent. No matter how dangerous it was, he would avenge Yin Liting!
There are always some things in this world that, although dangerous, must be done!
Although there are thousands of people, I am going!
In Mo Li's mind, Yin Liting's appearance and demeanor flashed again, and the look in his eyes became more determined. With this sword, either they will die, or he will die!
The three of them, Cheng and Kun, were frightened!
They could feel the terror of this sword, and the threat of death made them shiver all over!
Although there is only one sword, and although it can only kill one person, who dares to use it seriously?
No one wants to die!
"Brother, fight with him!"
At the critical moment, Hebiweng shouted sharply and raised his palm to greet Mo Li again!
Luzhangke followed closely behind, raising his palms to follow.
The two brothers come from the same school and have been dependent on each other for decades. It can be said that they have been dependent on each other for life and death for a long time!
Instead of waiting for Cheng Kun, it is better for the two brothers to fight for a chance of survival!
They didn't believe that even with so many palms from him, Mo Li could kill them!
"Amitabha!"
Cheng Kun recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes. The two men took action first and withstood the most powerful wave of sword energy. Wasn't he taking advantage?
He didn't wait any longer, and pointed out another phantom yin. The two cold yin skills complemented each other at this moment. Within a few feet, the area turned into a winter appearance, with snowflakes dancing and falling!
The three of them tried their best. This last blow was nothing fancy. They were competing for their internal strength, their understanding of martial arts, and their invincible belief in their hearts!
According to common sense, the moment the three of them dared to come forward, Li Li was already defeated.
His sword could only kill one of three peerless masters.
However, if this is really the case, how can he be called the Sword God!
The moment the three of them attacked, a horrified look suddenly appeared on Zhao Min's face!
I saw that sharp sword split into three parts in just a moment!
Three Mo Li, holding three long swords, each faced an enemy!
The Spiral Nine Shadows of the Nine Yin Manual!
This body technique can be divided into nine parts when practiced to a high and deep level, and the virtual and real changes can be made according to the heart's will.
Mo Li can be divided into nine parts, but among the nine figures, one is true and nine are false.
And if he is divided into three figures, then all three figures will be true!
The three Mo Li faced three enemies respectively!
Seeing this scene, Cheng and Kun and the others were already frightened to death, but at this point, they couldn't retreat even if they wanted to!
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Three blood flowers spattered out, but they saw four people in the field. The palms of the two elders Xuanming and Ming all had sword marks, while the index finger of Cheng Kun's right hand fell to the ground.
Almost at the same time, these three people spurted out a mouthful of blood, and their faces turned extremely pale!
Mo Li's remaining sword energy was still raging inside the three of them!
"Let's go!"
Cheng Kun endured his injuries, shouted loudly, pointed his toes, and flew away outside. The two elders Xuan Ming followed closely behind without hesitation, picking up Zhao Min on the way.
Mo Li held a long sword in his hand and looked at the three people's retreating figures. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out. His whole body went limp and he fell to the ground. His eyesight turned black.