The cold moon is shining brightly, and the mountains are clear and green.

The rumbling and vibrating sounds continued to be heard.

In thick fog.

Sweat dripped down and turned into frost on the ground.

As night falls, the temperature in Qingping Daze becomes significantly lower.

However.

The battle between one person and one god is becoming more and more fierce.

His physical strength was severely exhausted, and there was not much vitality left. After a day of fighting, Li Ziye's face clearly showed signs of fatigue.

What's even more troublesome is that the light above the White Moon Stone is getting weaker and weaker. Obviously, after a day of consumption, the power is gradually exhausted.

However, the moonlight was blocked by thick fog, and the recovery speed of the White Moon Stone became extremely slow, far unable to keep up with the consumption.

certainly.

The two-headed evil dragon transformed into the will of the god of disaster is not much better.

The main body is still sealed, and the power of the two-headed evil dragon is far from its peak. Since the war, the huge body has been completely transparent and may disintegrate at any time.

In this battle of willpower and physical strength, there is no telling who will win.

"roar!"

The two-headed evil dragon looked up to the sky and roared. Not wanting to delay any longer, he charged forward with all his strength.

"Call you uncle!"

Li Ziye suppressed his physical exhaustion, said something civilized, and immediately rushed forward with his sword in hand.

On the pure Jun sword, the dragon pearl shines brightly, and after swallowing the power of the gods, the aura becomes more powerful.

The biggest beneficiary of this war of attrition is undoubtedly the Dragon Ball of the Deep Sea King.

"boom!"

During the battle, the dragon's breath was puffed out, the sword energy was flowing horizontally, and the afterimages disappeared. Then, the sword energy soared into the sky, breaking through the fog that covered the sky.

moment.

Above the sky, the moonlight shines down.

In Li Ziye's hand, the White Moon God Stone suddenly glowed with light.

"That's it now."

The White Moon Divine Stone briefly recovered, and Li Ziye jumped up, holding the brick in his hand, and smashed it against the two-headed evil dragon.

"roar!"

Under the violent impact, the two-headed evil dragon roared to the sky in pain, and its illusory body was violently disillusioned.

"It's your turn to help!"

The move worked. Li Ziye stepped in the air and poured all his true energy into the Chunjun sword. Under the cold moon, the bright sword light illuminated the entire Qingping Daze.

"Buzz!"

This moment.

On the pure Jun sword, the dragon ball roars, the green light shines, the dragon's power feeds back, blessing the sword's power.

With a shocking sword strike, Li Ziye used up his last strength and struck down with one strike, splitting the misty world into two in a radius of a hundred feet.

Boom!

The sword energy slashed down, the evil dragon screamed, and the second head was cut off at the sound.

The evil energy overflowed and was quickly swallowed up by Bian Chunjun's sword before it could be completely dispersed.

The dragon ball buzzes, and its spirituality becomes more and more extraordinary.

"Keng!"

When Chunjun hit the ground, Li Ziye used his sword to steady his body, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his face, and his physical strength and energy were severely exhausted.

"roar!"

In the void, the evil dragon with only one head left roared in pain, its body was disillusioned, and it was also approaching its limit.

Sudden.

The evil dragon stabilized his body that was about to collapse, looked up to the sky and roared, his will revealed in the vast marsh, as if he was summoning something.

When Li Ziye saw this, his expression changed slightly.

Could it be?

No way.

Previously, this evil dragon seemed to suddenly gain strength like this. It seemed that it could borrow strength from somewhere. Could it happen again?

at the same time.

Thousands of miles away, on the shores of the North Sea, the old man who had just escaped from the siege of Qianye Zhenyuan and others felt that he was full of evil and wanted to take advantage of the evil dragon in Qingping Daze.

Unexpectedly.

Just then.

Under the bright moon, a sword energy came through the sky.

The old man's expression changed and he quickly took action to resist.

"Well!"

With a muffled groan, the sword energy broke through the evil energy and passed through the body, bringing out a waterfall of miserable blood.

The old man staggered and steadied himself, looking at the young man in front of him. Not willing to fight, he turned around and ran away.

"You can't leave!"

From behind, Li Qingzhi said something indifferently, and immediately his figure flashed past, blocking the former's path. The sword edge passed by, killing him mercilessly.

"Keng!"

The old man turned his palm to block the sword, and the evil energy surged endlessly.

The sword in Li Qingzhi's hand immediately changed his moves and exploded with great force, knocking back the old man with a bang.

The unpredictable sword, between fast and heavy, is unpredictable, its moves are ruthless, and its sword is deadly.

The old man stepped back again and again. He had already been seriously injured under the attack of Chiba Mao and others. At this moment, when he met the unparalleled genius of the Central Plains again, he was completely at a disadvantage as soon as the battle started.

He wanted to escape, but there was no chance. The life-threatening sword was incredibly fast, every move was extremely precise, and it was as heavy as a mountain. Even with the blessing of the God of Disaster, it was difficult to stop him.

"Bah!"

A sword passed across the old man's chest, and blood spattered. It was so dangerous that it almost hurt his heart.

The old man embarrassedly avoided the fatal sword, but before he could recover, the sword struck again.

"Well!"

The sword penetrated the body and blood spurted out. The old man retreated with his feet, concentrated his energy with his palms, and counterattacked forcefully.

Ignorant of pain and fatigue, possessed by the god of disaster, the old man was severely injured one after another, but he still had strong fighting power.

Li Qingzhi drew his sword, pointed the edge, and used it to break through the face, blocking the old man's strong counterattack. At the same time, he stepped past in an instant, and with a sword that reached the limit, it penetrated directly into the old man's back heart.

"Well!"

The gushing blood dyed the old man's clothes completely red, making it dazzling in the cold night.

The old man stumbled, turned around forcefully, and tried to fight back.

"Is the immortal body really immortal?"

Li Qingzhi said something coldly, drew his sword and retreated. Immediately, his figure was split into three parts. The extremely fast sword and extremely fast body skills, between virtual and real, severely wounded the old man again and again.

"Human!"

This moment.

In the Baqi mirror, an angry voice sounded, and the majestic evil energy surged out and poured into the old man's body.

"Are you anxious?"

Seeing this, Li Qingzhi sneered and said, "It's useless to be anxious. Before you really unblock it, you'd better restrain your temper, because it's useless!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qingzhi's figure flashed past and was in front of the old man.

Wushuang swung his chops, forcibly breaking through the evil energy around the old man and penetrating into the old man's lungs.

then.

Li Qingzhi drew his sword, pointed it through the air, and the sword energy penetrated the old man's body again.

Blood sprayed out like a waterfall, and the old man's body was nearly destroyed after repeated heavy injuries.
To be continued...