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.
Chapter completed!