Chapter 2351: Angry Sky Slash

Seeing that Angel Mo Wen used this method of breathing to force the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to supply it to himself, Qu Hanjiang and others knew that he was really at the end.

As Mo Wentian’s disciple, how could An Jiuxiao not know what his master is doing?

But what he understood better was that even if he stopped it, it would be useless.

Once the master decides, it will not change.

“Master…”

An Jiuxiao's eyes were filled with tears and his eyes were red.

Mo Wentian just smiled and touched his head, then walked forward with a sword: "Jiuxiao, although Qiu Linyuan is too aggressive, he said something just now. We were born in the Yinxian Continent. In fact, even if you and I are not from the Yinxian Continent, there will always be shackles of fate. But at this time, we should not completely hand over our own destiny to others. We should still make some decisions about our own destiny. For example, now, we must solve that big guy by ourselves, right?"

Mo Wentian said this calmly, but how easy is it to kill the demons?

That is a monster that appeared in ancient times, and it is an absolute world for human race and even other lives.

But Mo Wentian walked away without any hesitation or fear under his feet.

When An Jiuxiao heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then pulled out the Huilong sword inserted on the ground and followed: "Disciple, come and help Master with his help."

Since fate is left to him, how can they sit still and wait for Lin Ye to save him?

Even though Lin Ye is the son of prophecy passed down by word of mouth on the immortal continent, this does not mean that he has this responsibility and obligation, and he must save them from water and fire.

They also need to do their part!

As soon as An Jiuxiao got up and followed, he put a hand on his shoulder: "I'll help."

Looking back, Zhan Yun looked solemn, holding the black sword in his hand tightly and following him.

This is the first time that the two peerless heroes in Wangxian City have joined forces today.

Mo Wentian looked back and looked at the two young people following him. He was stunned at first, then smiled relievedly: "I can rest assured that Wangxian City can have such a young generation."

In his smile, there was no tragic death, only a calm face.

After saying that, the long sword in his hand became fairy-like and rolling sword energy.

The sword energy is like waves, and the sound of waves is endless.

In the air, the sword soul in Lin Ye's body felt this surging sword intent and felt something.

"Old senior, walk slowly."

He closed his eyes slightly, then opened it again, and the brilliance of the pair of strange pupils was even more eye-catching than before.

The aura on his body surged, and the sword intent around him surged and hot.

His eyes fell on Qiu Linyuan and spoke, and a heat slowly floated out of his mouth: "Now, it's our time."

After the words came to an end, the sword energy rose.

The red sword edge seemed to be wrapped in flames, pulling hot trajectories in the air.

Qiu Linyuan was not willing to fall behind, and waved his heavy sword, and blood rushed.

The blood and bones behind Lin Ye were like his wings growing, and at the same time, they were like his other six hands.

He bullied himself in front of him, but failed to hit him, and there was a blood bone behind him, both sides of his body and headed towards Qiu Linyuan.

Qiu Linyuan's pupils shrank, his body quickly disappeared, and the red afterimage remained in place, but the buzzing sound of heavy swords sounded from behind Lin Ye.

Lin Ye did not turn around, but raised a blood bone and took the blow directly.

Even though he blocked the heavy sword, Lin Ye's body was still shocked by a huge force. At the same time, the heavy sword hit the blood bones, splashing sparks.

At the same time, Lin Ye's figure flashed in the air. At the same time as it disappeared, the sound of blood and bones pulling the air torn apart the space behind Qiu Linyuan, and the space was somewhat distorted to the naked eye.

Lin Ye held his sword on his body, and the dense red runes lit up instantly, and even a few traces of runes appeared at the corners of his eyes.

"A slash from the angry sky."

His voice became a little psychedelic, completely different from the previous one, as if the voices of many people gathered together and shouted this sound at the same time.

As the sound fell, a red crack actually appeared in the space, as if the space had been torn apart by the sword in Lin Ye's hand.

The space in front of him was opened directly, and there was not a chaos inside, but a series of resentful afterimages kept passing by.

While the sword flew out, Qiu Linyuan took several steps back in horror.

Because he smelled a very fearful aura from this crack.

Unfortunately, these afterimages drilled out of the crack and followed him like shadows, as if they were about to pester him tightly.

But he was determined, and then he clapped the heavy sword in his hand. A dull buzzing sound came, and a breath of the demon god came overwhelmingly.

From the heavy sword, sound waves came, shattering several afterimages, and the remaining afterimages hurriedly returned to the cracks.

The moment the red crack closed, a long-simmering sword energy came. Lin Ye held the sword in one hand, and his blood was already applied to the sword blade, and the red and blue light was flourishing!

The wind was rushing, and the sword lights of the two people intersected again while breathing.

After a hundred moves, the two still struggled to win or lose.

When the difference was hard to distinguish, a loud noise came from the other side.

Mo Wentian's sword returned to its tide, and the crazy wave of sword energy suddenly turned towards the demon.

After the huge reveal, although it was still in a deep sleep after suffering a heavy blow, its head suddenly stood up to the sky, as if it was making a painful roar towards the sky, but there was no sound.

Then the sticky red liquid rolling on its face fell to the ground, and a disgusting smell of burnt came.

In fact, to be honest, the devil of this sacrificial demon is not better than Qiu Linyuan.

Although it has not yet awakened, no one knows where this ancient and mysterious monster's weakness lies.

It was sleeping and resisted Mo Wentian's heavy blow, but there was no damage on its body.

If you wake up, you still don’t know how much tragedy it will cause.

The most difficult thing is that Mo Wentian and An Jiuxiao and Yun joined forces. This big guy had no intention of counterattacking and allowed their swords to fall on it one by one, but there was no effect.

Even though it kept struggling, it seemed like it was painful, but there was no sign of injury.

Not only that, it still extracts the breath of life very quickly. Mo Wentian could feel that when he was by his side, he was already in the accelerated burning life.

Fortunately, his strength has temporarily returned to his peak state at this time, and he can free up his energy to protect his heart with the power of immortality.

But if this continues, if the demon worship still has no response, then the power he sacrifices his life for exchange will be useless.

Could it be that he really wants to waste his life?
Chapter completed!