Ling Hao didn't fight her head-on. He blocked it with his knife and quickly hid aside.
Yan Mo did not stop. After one move failed, he struck again.
As she continued to flip her wrist, long fiery dragons raged through the air, and the sky was illuminated for several minutes.
Ling Hao still did not fight back head-on, urging his wings to avoid the opponent's attack.
"The famous Ten Thousand Years Prodigy, do you only know how to hide?" After the wave of attacks, Yan Mo looked at Ling Hao and said.
"If you want to fight, then go ahead!" Ling Hao smiled faintly: "I hope you can take this sword!"
After the words fell, he stopped talking nonsense to the other party. He held the mad knife in his hand and formed a burial sky to pull it over, and the void was torn apart.
"Huh?" Seeing the sword light in mid-air, Yan Mo's pupils shrank sharply.
Without any time to think about it, he immediately used ten of his power to block the attack with a whip force.
Bang!
After the loud noise, the void immediately collapsed, and at the same time, a figure could be seen rushing out, and a blood ribbon sprayed into the air. It was Yama.
Even though Ling Hao was injured, with Yan Mo's strength, it was obviously not easy to withstand a funeral attack. He managed to stabilize his body and spat out a large mouthful of blood again.
In one move, his combat power was reduced by at least 30 to 40%.
It wasn't over yet, Ling Hao retreated several thousand meters and then pulled out a massacre and slashed out again.
boom!
However, the sword light turned into nothingness halfway.
The person who took action was none other than the leader of the Mosu Clan!
He originally had no intention of taking action, but after seeing Ling Hao severely injuring Yan Mo with one strike, his expression changed involuntarily.
He also didn't expect Ling Hao to be able to activate that level of sword skills.
At the same time, he took a look at the battle circle between Tianmo and Zhong Banxian. Although Tianmo dominated the battle, his advantage was not obvious.
Judging from the current situation, if the demon wants to capture Zhong Banxian, there is no possibility in a short time.
And he had a vague feeling that Zhong Banxian seemed to have some trump cards that he had not yet used, and seemed to be deliberately dealing with the devil.
In addition, of the thirty or forty Demon Guards, in just a short time, less than ten were left in the air. The others all perished, not even their souls were left.
Therefore, he knew it was time to take action himself, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.
"Thank you, patriarch!" Yan Mo adjusted his breath slightly and then bowed and spoke.
"You should adjust your breathing first!" the Mosu tribe leader replied and then looked at Ling Hao: "You are quite capable, I underestimated you!"
"Are you planning to take action?" Ling Hao took out two Xuanpin Qi Condensing Pills from his body, threw them into his mouth, and drank a bottle of soul water at the same time.
The other party is in the third level of the Divine Realm, so naturally he doesn't dare to be careless.
"Looking at your posture, do you plan to fight with me?" the Mosu tribe leader replied.
"Otherwise?" Ling Hao responded.
"You're brave enough!" the Mosu tribe leader said in a deep voice: "Then let me see if your so-called genius of ten thousand years is immortal!"
call!
As soon as he finished speaking, his aura instantly increased, and then, without any tricks, he raised his hand and swept it out with his palm.
The next moment, a phantom palm appeared in mid-air, and then pressed towards Ling Hao.
This move looks very ordinary, there is no trick, and there is no earth-shattering movement.
Wherever it passed, there were no cracks or collapse in the void, just like the moves made by a Ningkun realm warrior.
However, Ling Hao, who was at the center of the attack, naturally didn't think so.
He could clearly feel that as the opponent's move condensed, he felt several forces blessing him, making his actions very difficult.
In addition, that palm shrouded the sky above his head like an extremely heavy aura, giving him a feeling of suffocation.
In other words, before the opponent's move could reach him, his own skill was suppressed by several orders of magnitude.
Of course, he couldn't sit still and wait for death. After taking a deep breath, he raised his hand to form the Burial Heaven Chao Gang and slashed at the palm in mid-air.
boom!
The loud noise was deafening, and a huge black hole appeared in mid-air. Even with the existence of the laws of heaven and earth, it has not fully recovered for a long time.
At the same time, Ling Hao flew thousands of feet away like a falling meteor.
After finally stabilizing his body, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood again. His face turned pale and his breath was abnormally disordered.
As expected of someone who was in the third level of the Divine Realm, with one move, he lost at least 30 to 40% of his combat power.
On the other hand, looking at his opponent, the Burial Sky that Ling Hao pulled out only shattered the phantom palm and failed to cause any harm to the Mosu clan leader.
"The genius of ten thousand years is nothing more than this!" The leader of the Mosu Clan obviously had no intention of stopping. While speaking, he twisted his eyes and clapped his hand again: "Let's get on the road!"
This palm, no matter the size or the momentum of the virtual shadow's palm, is obviously stronger than the one just now.
The void was overturned, and the void within a radius of tens of thousands of feet was cracked, and the entire void seemed to collapse at any time.
"Ah Hao, be careful!"
"Brother Ling Hao, be careful!"
"Brother, be careful!"
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After seeing the movement in mid-air, everyone shouted out at the same time.
Ling Hao naturally felt the power of this move, and his pupils shrank for a while. He knew that in his current situation, if he was hit by this move, his physical body might not be able to hold on.
laugh!
Just when Ling Hao was about to use the Tianxuan Formation Disk to resolve this move, a sword force shot out from the sky like a meteor falling down.
The sword's power looked ordinary, and wherever it passed, the void was not torn apart. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared directly from the phantom palm in mid-air.
boom!
A loud noise reached everyone's ears, the shadow's palm exploded, the entire void trembled, and a huge black hole appeared in the sky.
The powerful air wave vibrated at an extremely fast speed, and Ling Hao was directly shot backwards thousands of feet away under the impact of the air wave.
He was injured to begin with. After stabilizing his body, he opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. His breath became weak again, and his combat strength was less than 50%.
On the other hand, the leader of the Mosu tribe stabilized after plundering for a certain distance. Judging from his condition, apart from his slightly disturbed aura, he had no injuries.
However, he couldn't help but have a look of solemnity on his face, and he looked toward the distant sky: "Who is that person?"
Although he hasn't seen anyone yet, based on his judgment, the person's strength is likely not to be inferior to his!
He was very surprised, when did the eighth-level star field have such a strong person?!
"Wouldn't you like to have a good sleep? You must come out to seek death!" A beautiful white figure appeared in everyone's sight, it was Miss Xian'er.
"I've met Miss Xian'er!" Qin Yuxin said hello to everyone one after another.
"Thank you Miss Xian'er for your help!" Ling Hao bowed slightly at the same time.
"Are you okay?" Xian'er nodded slightly to everyone and then looked at Ling Hao and asked.
While speaking, his mental energy scanned Ling Hao's body, obviously checking his body.
"It's not a big problem, just adjust your breath for a while!" Ling Hao smiled faintly and took out two healing pills and threw them into his mouth.
I sighed in my heart at the same time, Miss Xian'er's strength is really unfathomable!
In that round just now, a sword from such a distance could resolve his crisis so easily, it was terrifying!
"Then take a rest!" Xian'er knew that Ling Hao's body was very special, so she didn't worry too much.
"Miss Xian'er, Miss Zhong is injured, please help her quickly!" At this time, Zi Ling pointed to Zhong Banxian's battle circle in the distance and shouted.