Mu Chen was waiting for the opportunity to counterattack, carefully looking for Mo Cheng's flaws, but Mo Cheng's combat experience was extremely experienced. For such a long time, Mu Chen could not find any flaws at all.
Gritting his teeth, a ruthless look appeared on Mu Chen's eyebrows: "If there is no chance, then create one!"
As soon as he withdrew the sword, Mu Chen pretended to be exhausted and shot Mo Cheng hard, and was knocked upside down. Holding the sword with both hands, the Mo Ying Sword plunged into the yellow sand ground and slid out one after another.
The meter-long sand mark was enough to offset the force of Mo Cheng's shot, and his arm was numb from the shock.
Seeing this, the murderous intent in Mo Cheng's eyes grew, and he turned into a violent wind, rushing out at extremely high speeds. His strong fighting spirit exploded, and then turned into a stream of wind that enveloped Mu Chen, forcing Mu Chen to be unable to move freely to escape.
A coldness appeared on Mo Cheng's face like old tree bark, and he smiled cruelly and said, "Little boy, the game of cat and mouse is over. I will take your head and the organs in your body back and make them into specimens."
You are the first to be able to compete with me at the level of a fighting master for so long."
"Go and die in peace!" With a cruel smile, Mo Cheng held the gun in both hands and jumped lightly, and the sharp gun tip fell quickly towards Mu Chen's eyebrows.
At this moment, Mu Chen's face suddenly showed a touch of sarcasm, and the Ziyun Wing behind him instantly shot out. The purple fire surged, burning out Mo Cheng's aura suppression. With a light tap of the Ziyun Wing, Mu Chen's body
He immediately jumped into the air and quickly missed the gun head that Mo Cheng had dropped.
"Damn it, I've been fooled," Mo Cheng's face changed, and quickly turned into a gloomy look. He wanted to change his moves, but due to inertia and Mu Chen's strict control of the timing, Mo Cheng's shot still hit the yellow sand fiercely.
on the ground.
boom!
There was an explosion, and fine grains of sand rushed up to an altitude of more than ten meters. A crater about ten feet in size appeared where Mo Cheng's gun landed. Mo Cheng also used all his strength in this violent blow, just to collect it.
Mu Chen's life was lost because of Mu Chen's plan.
Groan!
A ray of black silver light shone down, Mu Chen's head was on his feet, he was holding the Mo Shadow Sword tightly with both hands, bit his dry lips, and then dropped it on Mo Cheng's head with a fierce look on his face.
A cool breeze rose up from his forehead. Mo Cheng reacted quickly and quickly gathered his fighting energy to form a thick and huge shield, which he placed horizontally above his head.
Ding!
With a violent thrust of the sword, two fierce energies of fighting energy collided, and the fierce energy raged out towards the surroundings, creating dense sand pits on the sand.
Yellow sand rose up in the air, like billowing smoke, but when it approached the two of them, they were completely wiped out by the arc of fighting energy flowing out.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Mo Cheng's body under the huge shield was shaken by Mu Chen's fierce sword, and his feet suddenly sank into the sand a full foot deep. Although he was a little embarrassed, Mo Cheng still burst out from his throat.
A burst of weird laughter.
Mo Cheng laughed wantonly and said, "Little brat, you worked really hard to thrust out this sword.
I have to admit that you are indeed a fighting genius. Even if I search the entire Jia Ma Empire, I can't find anyone like you. If you don't die, you will surely stir up the chaos in the Jia Ma Empire in the future.
It's a pity that although your sword is brave, it can't break through my defense, so it makes my hand numb.
This is the Tagore Desert. Your fighting spirit is of the fire attribute, and the power it can exert in this environment is stronger than in other places. But the same goes for my earth attribute fighting spirit.
In addition to the hot fire energy in the desert, there is actually earth energy that is everywhere.
With my feet on the earth, I am blessed with such rich earth attribute energy. How can you fight with me?
Accept your fate, you will definitely die today."
Mu Chen ignored Mo Cheng's wanton laughter and stared at the huge shield below that blocked their sight. The corners of Mu Chen's mouth raised a brilliant arc.
"Old Bangzi is quite cooperative, so I can't waste your kindness."
Mu Chen adjusted his mind and intensified the infusion of fighting spirit. The Origin Qi Control Jue madly sucked in the fire attribute energy from all directions, and then the earth attribute energy that was controlled by Mu Chen onto the sword continued to rush out from the surface of the shield below, vibrating continuously.
Fighting energy battle.
Mu Chen would not be so arrogant as to think that this kind of fighting spirit could defeat Mo Cheng, the fighting spirit. The huge surge of fighting energy was just a cover used by Mu Chen to attract Mo Cheng to take it lightly.
"The crucial turning point has come, Xuanhuang Yan, it's up to you.
Even the big lion of the Amethyst Winged Lion King was injured so miserably by you, I don't believe that this old man can withstand your terrifying temperature with his spirit fighting strength."
With a thought in his mind, Mu Chen divided his mind into two uses, and slowly mobilized the black and yellow flame dormant in his body. The strange fire has always been Mu Chen's trump card. Once used, the battle is basically over.
However, due to distraction, the sword in Mu Chen's hands was gradually suppressed by Mo Cheng's thick earth attribute fighting energy. Sparks were flying from the tip of the sword, and the body of Mo Ying Sword was squeezed out.
The thrilling curvature, if it were an ordinary weapon, it would have been broken or shattered under such torture.
"Little boy, the fighting spirit in your body is starting to run out."
The fighting spirit energy above his head dropped a lot. Mo Cheng smiled, his old face was like an old chrysanthemum in full bloom. He smiled happily because his fighting spirit had been suppressed. As long as the kid's sword broke or collapsed.
If he flies away, then the fighting skills carefully crafted in his hand will definitely kill him.
"Hurry up and defeat me. As long as you die, the green snake and three-flowered pupils will be mine."
When he thought of the terrifying power of the Green Snake and Three Flower Pupils recorded in ancient books, Mo Cheng's breathing became crazy and rapid, and the longing in his heart almost drove Mo Cheng crazy.
On the sand dunes in the distance, Qing Lin's two white and tender hands tightly grasped the other ink shadow sword left by Mu Chen. Now, even Qing Lin can see that Mu Chen's situation is not optimistic. The green
His big eyes were filled with mist, and he was almost ready to cry.
"Bad guy, bad guy, if you dare to hurt the young master, Qing Lin will kill you, kill you." Qing Lin blushed and shouted angrily, with a strong green light suddenly flashing in his eyes.
Green light flashed, and an invisible power of thought swept out. Wherever it passed, ripples rippled in the space, and some flying sand and dust were completely wiped away. The target of this power of thought was clearly the face.
Crazy Mo Cheng.
"Hey, such a strange soul power makes me feel palpitations in my heart. But this little girl is not even a fighter. How did she activate this strange power?"
A black shadow flashed, and Hai Bodong's figure flashed across the sand dune where Qing Lin was, and his eyes just met Qing Lin's eyes that burst out with green light.
Hai Bodong immediately groaned, his face turned slightly pale, and he felt as if his soul was leaving his body out of control.
Haibodong quickly controlled the ice fighting energy in his body and suppressed his soul. It took a while for the strange power in his mind to slowly dissipate.
"What terrible eyes. Just one glance made me so embarrassed. No wonder the fighting spirit named Mo Cheng wanted to kidnap her."
Hai Bodong had a lingering fear on his face, and he avoided Qing Lin's eyes with some fear, but he saw Qing Lin's white face full of pain, and his delicate little face was almost distorted.
"No, these eyes are overdrawing this little girl's vitality and soul power," Hai Bodong's expression changed and he made a prompt decision. He cut in with ice fighting energy and forcibly suppressed the blue-scaled green snake with three-flowered pupils.
It's just that although the source was cut off, the strange power of thought was like an invisible sharp arrow, rushing towards Mo Cheng quickly. This chapter has been completed!