The milky white light curtain suddenly appeared with soft power, instantly completely isolated thousands of sword shadows from the six warriors of the Mo family.
This means that Mo Yurong will use his own strength to block the swords that Yue Mochen and Meng Wujian storm all directions!
The endless sound of sword energy breaking through the air and the roar of the bang kept ringing. Although Mo Yurong's expression became more and more serious, he did not show any fatigue, let alone any panic expression.
Even Bian Yuemochen was slightly surprised by the attacks of Yuemochen and Meng Wujian.
But again, he didn't panic at all.
He lets him be strong, the breeze caresses the hills, he is by his side, and the bright moon shines on the river.
A sentence suddenly flashed in Yue Mochen's mind. Yue Mochen has always met many masters, such as the ancestor of the Dark Winged Human Clan, such as Lin Wugong, and Mo Juqi...
These people's cultivation is not as good as Yue Mochen himself, but Yue Mochen has never retreated. It is this fearless mentality that has made him reverse the battle situation again and again, creating miracles of overcoming levels. At this time,
How could he be shocked by Mo Yurong, who was so great that he could not be so shocked?
However, Mo Yurong's strength was indeed beyond Yue Mochen's expectations, so without waiting for the sword shadows that swept across the world to dissipate, Yue Mochen took action again!
The sword turns the tide!
The overwhelming sword intent surged out from the single edge of the cold teeth, and with an extremely sharp aura, attacking Mo Yurong from afar.
Looking at the sword shadow coming, Mo Yurong frowned slightly, glanced at the corners of his eyes, and found that the power of the sword storming in all directions had been greatly reduced, so he raised his slender hand.
The milky white light curtain retreated instantly, like fresh milk flowing rapidly in the air. The light film instantly appeared in front of Mo Yurong, isolating his graceful body from the sword light.
The remaining sword shadows roared continuously and attacked the six worshippers, but due to Mo Yurong's previous blockade, these sword shadows did not cause much damage to the six people, but only forced the six people to retreat a hundred meters away.
However, no one has noticed these six people now. Even Meng Wujian, which was slowly falling in the air, was ignored, because Yue Mochen's sword had already hit Mo Yurong's milky white like a dragon.
Light film!
"Bang!"
When the two came into contact, the fierce energy explosion sounded above the void, and the dark sword shadows competed with the milky white light film, almost dividing the entire sky!
Yue Mochen and Mo Yurong both stayed in place, staring at the black and white energy together, until the two colors of black and white dissipated, and the two of them did not look away at all.
At this moment, the two of them became much stronger in each other's heart, but, at the same time, they still didn't feel panic. Perhaps everyone understands that the other party still has a trump card, but they have not been able to do anything.
The point.
This is a collision between geniuses.
"Yurong! Retreat! I'm going to start the formation!"
A sound suddenly came from below. It was the white-haired old man. It turned out that after he saw Yue Mochen's extraordinaryness, he directly constructed a spiritual array, and strange runes flowed on the spiritual array.
When Yue Mochen saw that he couldn't even see the heart of this formation. This spiritual formation was not simple.
He was wondering why this old man had never taken action, but now he realized that this guy was making such a plan.
However, Yue Mochen still didn't feel any worry, but instead looked at Mo Yurong with a playful smile.
Just as Yue Mochen imagined, Mo Yurong rejected the request of the white-haired old man. She shook her head and said, "Grandpa Qi, I can handle it!"
There is an absolute confidence between the lines.
The old man with white hair smiled silently, but his eyes were full of solemn expressions: "I know you can deal with it, but this kid is not simple, you will be injured. This is the ruins of gods, and it cannot be blocked in the waters. If you are injured, you will be very
Trouble."
The Relics of God is not as good as the Great World. The resources here are not as good as those in Kan Waters. If Mo Yurong was seriously injured here, it would be difficult to recover. The white-haired old man obviously did not want such a thing to happen.
Mo Yurong thought about it and finally nodded. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Yue Mochen's sneer.
"Haha, are the people in your Mo family so idiots, or are they all used to treating others as idiots?"
After hearing this, Mo Yurong looked cold: "What did you say!?"
"My master, I'll say you guys from the Mo family are idiots! What? Do you want me to say it again? Idiots!" Yue Mochen smiled disdainfully, then looked at Meng Wujian: "Brother Meng, you are not talking about the big world."
Are all people very smart? Why are there such idiots? Do you have to scold people more often? Or do people in the big world have such hobbies?"
"Hey, there are idiots everywhere. You can't beat a boat of people with one stick. However, the average IQ in the big world was indeed much lowered by the Mo family!"
Meng Wujian was very good at matching and analyzed seriously.
"Hmph! Looking for death! Yurong, retreat! I will start the formation!" said the white-haired old man coldly.
"Let's wait!"
Yue Mochen chuckled, then put away the wings of reincarnation and landed on the ground.
The old man with white hair snorted snorted snorting with smugness: "Hmph, now I know you're scared?"
Upon hearing this, Yue Mochen was stunned, and then laughed and said, "Look, do I seem to be scared?"
"Don't be arrogant!" The white-haired old man saw that Mo Yurong had left the range of the spiritual array, so he wanted to launch the spiritual array.
But the next moment, his movements stopped because he saw Mo Juqi, of course, it was Mo Juqi that Hongyue pretended to be.
"Second brother?" The white-haired old man looked at Mo Juqi who was transformed by the red moon in shock. He couldn't react for a moment, why did his second brother be with Yue Mochen?
"Lao Qi..."
"Mo Juqi" called the old man with a bitter look on his face, and then he put the other end low as if he had no shame to see someone.
"Second brother, why have you become like this?" asked the white-haired old man with a look of anxiety.
Since Mo Juqi, who was transformed by the red moon, looked very haggard and old, he might not have recognized him if he hadn't had the deep brotherhood.
When 'Mo Juqi' heard this, his expression changed and he said with a dim look: "It's hard to say anything, Lao Qi, I'm sorry for my family. You do it, don't worry about me!"
"Second brother! What happened?" the old man with white hair said anxiously, and was about to rush over to his second brother, but just took two steps and did not dare to move again.
Because Yue Mochen's sword tip was already on the neck of "Mo Juqi".