Chapter 57 The young hero is full of vigor, drunk and drunk as a song!
"Ghost Immortal Mo Yi, come and fight!"
Fang Ping has never forgotten the meaning of wielding a sword - reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship!
If you choose to escape at this time and lose the sword, you will never be able to pick it up again.
The young hero is full of energy, and when he sings and drinks, he is as high as the sky!
Mo Yi smiled, a creepy smile:
"Very good. It's good to have the courage to challenge me, but this is the only thing worthy of praise."
The two were three hundred meters apart. Mo Yi's figure flashed and he used his palm to meet Dahe's sword intention.
Fang Ping slashed fiercely, and thousands of sword shadows were like silver dragons, roaring and swallowing the sky with shocking force.
"What about the immortals? In the past, we could kill the demons, but today we can also kill the ghosts and immortals with the sword!"
"Arrogant!"
Mo Yi's true energy exploded, his anger turned into substance, and it collided with the surging sword river.
The two were locked in a stalemate in the air, the sword intent of the river came up from the sky, rushing through the door endlessly, the Bagua Heart Gate showed nine palaces, and reincarnation continued unabated.
Although the tide of swords is fierce, it cannot break through the Nine Bagua Palaces in the Mystic Realm of Immortality. The gate of the heart is mysterious, but it cannot swallow up the infinite sword intent.
On the one hand, there is the unique skill of Huanglongmen, and on the other hand, there is the top attainment of swordsmanship. During the conflict, the color of the sky and the earth changes, the cliffs collapse, and the seawater pours in, as if the end is coming.
The ghost gate array arranged by Mo Yi was also about to collapse.
His eyes glowed with purple light:
"Very good, you are proud enough to have resisted me in Xiaoyao Tianjing, so get out!"
Mo Yi suddenly exerted force, and the Bagua phantom expanded three times in an instant like a Dharma form, knocking Fang Ping and Jian He back five miles.
However, the one-foot realm has not been broken yet.
Mo Yi shook off his white sleeves, thinking thoughtfully:
"Difficult."
However, Fang Ping, who was slapped away, stepped back on the sword wave again, his sword intent became stronger, and the sword wave came back again.
"Xuanzong of heaven and earth, the root of all things. I have cultivated for hundreds of millions of kalpas to prove my magical power. There is golden light in my body, which reflects my body!"
Fang Ping roared violently, and a golden light covered his whole body, spread to a one-foot area, and infected the entire Sword Chao River, doubling in speed.
The waves of the Sword River composed of silver-white sword energy are all dyed with a touch of golden light, like golden dragons gathering in the sea, like the sun rising over the East China Sea.
The silver dragon is unyielding and removes its armor and cash scales.
Mo Yi frowned, an angry look on his face that couldn't go away:
"If you want to stop me, he will stop me... I just want Little Lu'er to come back, why not!"
"Get out of here!"
Mo Yi waved his sleeves, his body flashed, and he came in front of Fang Ping in an instant, and Hunyuan struck out with a palm, containing the power of heaven and earth.
With this palm, the force is weak, but it causes the mountains to move and the wind to flow in. The sea rises and the wind stops, as if it wants to penetrate the space.
Fang Ping was not afraid and greeted him with a wave of swords!
"Whoosh-"
The sword energy surged and overlapped, forming endless waves like the sea, directly drowning the white-robed figure.
"boom--"
The sound of explosions was heard, and thousands of rivers of swords were suddenly scattered, scattering like flying flowers into the sea, the sword energy fell apart, and the golden light melted into the sky.
Although the sword tide collapsed, the one-foot realm still existed.
Mo Yi shook the sky with his palm, reaching the river with his sword intent without retreating, but there was a look of astonishment in his eyes.
This palm has not broken through the sword energy field yet?
Fang Ping's eyes were like sharp swords, he was making secrets with his left hand, and he was holding a sword in his right hand. The dragon's abyss trembled and pointed directly at the heart of the cactus.
"Dahe Sword Intention, rise!"
Just hearing a buzz, Fang Ping's sword intent surged, a one-foot sword wave rolled wildly, and slashed the immortal.
Mo Yi concentrated on protecting his body with his true energy, but Dahe's sword intent still cut off his sleeves, cut off his hair, and cut off his eyebrows, making the immortal passive.
"You can't hold it back," Mo Yi suddenly said, "With this kind of attack, your meridians will rot very quickly."
Fang Ping's eyes were as deep as the sea, without any wavering:
"Hold on until you die!"
Mo Yi stopped speaking, and the aura on his body changed quietly... There is no doubt that this sword will field cannot be broken for the time being, and the opponent cannot kill him. If this stalemate continues, the one with a higher level will naturally win.
But time waits for us not. If we miss this moment, Little Lu'er will have to wait for a long time...
Mo Yi made a secret with his left hand, and the aura of Haoran rose vigorously:
"You want to defeat me, but I'm afraid that Xiaolu'er won't be able to find a way back, so...you should calm down first."
As soon as the words fell, Mo Yi suddenly flashed and disappeared into the clouds.
Fang Ping followed closely, and as soon as the clouds broke through the sky, he saw a huge palm falling.
"This palm is worth all things, can you bear it?"
Mo Yi's voice came from all directions, like clouds talking, like the sea shouting, and like the air singing softly.
It is very similar to Fang Ping who used the Heavenly Sword Technique, blending into the heaven and earth and controlling all things.
There is no way to hide, there is nowhere to hide, and a palm of my hand moves like a sky pressing down.
"Sword rises!"
Fang Ping stepped forward. This was his opportunity. He had already vaguely touched the threshold of the mysterious realm, and there was no way to retreat!
"Arrogant," Mo Yi said in a cold tone, looking up to the sky and watching Fang Ping being slapped into the sea with a palm.
"boom--"
A palm fell, thousands of waves rose, and the sword intent of the river was buried at the bottom of the sea.
Even with the support of Dahe Sword Intent, he was no match for Shenyou. After being pressed into the seabed by a palm, the one-foot domain was still not broken, but he could not break free from the palm's power.
Mo Yi held his arms together, raised another palm and brought it down, drawing the sea tide together and imposing Huanglong Restriction!
This palm actually pressed out a sea pit with a diameter of 500 meters, like an abyss in the sky, like a hole in the world.
Fang Ping was trapped at the bottom of the sea and used his sword to resist the restraint force. The fish around him were crushed into "blood cakes" and the seaweed and coral turned into powder. This shows that the pressure of this palm is terrifying.
"Wait until I bring back my little sister."
Mo Yi laid down several more talisman restrictions, turned around and flew towards the island, hoping to complete the subsequent steps of attracting souls through the ghost gate.
...
Tianqi, Qin Tianjian.
The four heavenly masters came to Xingyue Pavilion in a hurry, seeming to have something important to report to the supervisor.
After entering the pavilion, he saw Qi Tianchen sitting here quietly, as if waiting.
"Jianzheng! A strange phenomenon! A catastrophe is coming!"
"Stop sitting there and go take a look!"
The heavenly masters all looked anxious, but Qi Tianchen said slowly:
"I've seen it before."
"Jianzheng, what does this look like? The sun is dim and the stars are bright. There is no relevant record in the heavenly book," a heavenly master frowned.
Qi Tianchen still said slowly:
"It has been recorded that in the "Gu Luo Scroll", which you think is a fake book, the chapter on destruction of the world once said: In the daytime, the sky is filled with stars, and immortals come to the world to destroy the sky and the earth."
The four heavenly masters were all stunned. How could they believe the fake book?
Before they could ask further questions, Qi Tianchen suddenly stood up and said:
"The secret of false calligraphy is revealed in the real way. It's too late. I'm going to sacrifice the formation to look for the dragon. I'll go find him!"
As soon as these words came out, all the heavenly masters were shocked:
"Lord Jianzheng, do you know the source of this celestial phenomenon?"
Qi Tianchen nodded:
"It's an old friend."
...
As soon as Mo Yi returned to the island, he saw Xiao Se in a blue shirt entering the battle, picked up Ye Ruoyi and tried to escape.
"Death!"
Mo Yi waved his hand lightly, and an imperceptible wind blade came out of his hand and hit Xiao Se directly.
"Qiang——"
Suddenly, a silver gun came into view, catching the wind blade.
No matter how good the gun is, it is still in the realm of freedom. In front of the mysterious realm of divine movement, like an ant, with just one blow, the man and the gun flew backwards, crashing into Xiao Se and falling to the ground together.
Mo Yi took a picture of Ye Ruoyi and asked her to return to the formation, then her malicious eyes swept over Xiao Se, and Sikong Qianluo said:
"You stopped me once, and you stopped me again and again. If you are so eager to seek death, then just die!"