The young man in black is handsome, noble, majestic and cold!

Ye Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and this young man looked similar to Mo Wuqing.

Although he is a brother, his brother is much more powerful than Mo Wuqing, with extraordinary demeanor and unparalleled beauty.

"Mo Wujian!"

"Mo Wujian is finally here!"

"It's really amazing that he is a peerless figure in the desert that has not been released for hundreds of years!"

“…”

As Mo Wujian walked onto Cambridge, the crowd exclaimed, completely boiling, and shocked the whole field.

Mo Wujian has arrived, and the decisive battle of the peerless monster is about to begin!

In the desert, millions of people were extremely looking forward to it. This was a peak collision between the heroes of Beizhou.

All the cultivators in the desert shouted wildly, shouting for Mo Wujian.

And more people from the North State cheer for the night.

Ye Xing looked at it.

Mo Wujian stood on Cambridge, below indifferent.

"The heroes of the Northern Province are like dust, and I am a lucky person!"

Mo Wujian's long hair was floating and he murmured.

Although the heroes of Beizhou are as numerous as sandstorms, Mo Wujian is the son of luck!

The people below were shocked. What a confident words, what a proud manner!

He regards the heroes of Beizhou as dust, but he is the darling of heaven and earth, the pride of heaven!

Mo Wujian's eyes were filled with indifference of the four heroes.

"arrogant!"

As he spoke, a figure rose up in the air, facing Mo Wujian in the eyes of everyone.

It is the purity of the night.

At this moment, this desert land has become extremely quiet

Ye Xing also stood up and murmured: "It's going to start."

Ye Zhijing and Mo Wujian, the momentum of the two men is obviously gradually rising, like two volcanoes that will erupt at any time.

"Son of the Night Clan, I will defeat you in a hundred moves!"

Mo Wujian spoke and said in a shocking way again.

"Many people have challenged me and some have said this, but they all disappointed me in the end. I hope you can really let me use all my combat power."

Ye Zhijing smiled gently.

The next moment, Mo Wujian took action, without any sign of flower power. He had his left fingers and swords, and pointed out to Ye Zhijing in the air like a sharp sword in his hand.

This finger is ordinary!

This finger has no glory!

There was no turmoil in this finger!

But at this moment, everyone felt that the world had changed.

Swords are everywhere!

A wave of sword intent descended to heaven and earth.

"What is the artistic conception of swordsmanship? Break!"

Ye Zhijing stood with his hands behind his back, shouting lightly, his momentum was as strong as a bamboo shoot, and he was shaking the opponent's sword intent.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The shocking explosion sounded, and the destructive wind in the void swept across.

The strong wind blew down the earth. Even though it was thousands of feet apart, countless practitioners could not bear it. Some vomited blood and some had pale faces.

"These two monsters are too strong!"

"It's so terrifying!"

"It's so dangerous to watch their battle?"

The crowd was shocked, and many cultivators retreated quickly. Ye Xing looked at the crowd running towards him.

Watching is risky, so the melons should be cautious.

After the fighting spirit confronted, Mo Wujian and Ye Zhijing completely started a war.

In the sky, sword lights were everywhere, dragon shadows were everywhere, and the sound of the thunderous fighting shocked the sky.

Many cultivators looked up at Zhan Ban at the sky and couldn't help but be amazed that the fighting between the two was too strong, and with their cultivation level, they could no longer see the moves clearly.

I saw the shadows of the sky constantly, and the stunning light shining. "Boom!" Suddenly, a thunder sounded in the whole sky, shaking the world.

Wherever the two of them faced each other, waves of confrontation waves swept out, sweeping across the world. Under the terrifying aftermath, a large number of cultivators screamed.

The cultivators felt that there seemed to be an magnitude 18 earthquake. The earth shook violently, and in fear, he retreated again.

And some people found that a little boy was still standing there, looking calmly.

"Swish!" Mo Wujian retreated and glided out, flying back a hundred feet before he stopped, but his face turned red.

As for that night, Zhijing also slipped away.

"It seems that the Night Clan God is stronger!"

"Yes, his qi and blood are still stable."

Seeing this, the crowd said for a while.

"It's good that you can reach such a level, and we're evenly matched! But I'll be serious next." Ye Zhijing smiled and said.

"Is that so? I just moved 70% of my power. This time I will really use my swordsmanship!" Mo Wujian smiled and took off his sword.

Ye Zhijing's face darkened and his eyes were slightly unstable.

"Son of the Night Clan, starting from you, from today, all the children of your Night Clan will be stepped under my feet!"

Ten thousand swords return to the sect!

Wow~~!

The shadows of flying swords rushed out of Mo Wujian's body with a vast sword intent, covering the sky and overwhelmingly. Then they gathered towards the sword in her hand, all of which were contained in the ancient sword in his hand.

The sword energy soared into the sky and the sword sings in the sky. At this moment, Mo Wujian really seemed to be a sword demon, slashing towards Ye Zhijing.

At this time, Ye Zhijing's face also showed a cautious look, and he clasped his hands together.

Lips lightly open: "Frovo Long Gong!"

Buzz!

Ye Zhijing's body suddenly shone with golden light, and his whole body turned golden, and scales appeared on his body and even his face.

Behind Ye Zhijing, a tall Buddha shadow appeared at this moment.

This Buddha shadow has hundreds of hands, and the dragon shadow is surrounded by the whole body.

Ye Xing looked at him and Ye Zhijing did indeed practice another kind of body refining skills, or the body refining skills of the Buddha Sect. As we all know, the body refining skills of the Buddha Sect is extremely powerful.

Facing the sword that was slashing, Ye Zhijing closed his eyes, but his hands were folded together.

bite!

Mo Wujian's extremely powerful sword was actually clamped by Ye Zhijing's palms.

At the same time, all the Buddha's shadows behind Ye Zhijing slapped Mo Wujian.

The crowd was shocked. What kind of body refining skills did the son of the Night Clan practice?

But Mo Wujian sneered: "Sword Thirteen!"

Wow, his ancient sword, which was clamped by Ye Zhijing's palms, turned into sword lights, facing the shadow of the Buddha's hands that he had photographed.

Ye Xing shook his head slightly, put away the chair, and turned around and left.

Ye Zhijing was defeated. Although he seemed to have a calm expression, the eight Fulongs consumed a lot, and the other method of refining the body of the Buddha sect would not consume less.

"If you practice one sect alone, Ye Zhijing may not be defeated, but if two sects are used at the same time, he will gradually exhaust his magic power and eventually lose..."

Ye Xing did not continue to watch and headed towards Modou City.

Before he came, he had changed his appearance and was not worried that anyone would easily see him.

Next, he went to Modou City and was waiting for tomorrow's auction.

After the conference, he was going to Zhongzhou through the teleportation array of Modou City.

"However, Ye Zhijing's Buddhist sect's martial arts are also good, and the grade should be quite high. I'll ask for advice later."

Ye Xing thought to himself.

He was not worried about the exhaustion of magic power, because he was a Nine-Turn God and Demon Body.
Chapter completed!