Mo Zhai walked forward three steps again, gently turned his right hand with his knife, and the knife surface flipped. As the lights shone in the building, a cold and dazzling reflection immediately appeared on the knife surface, without any deviation.
It was constantly reflected on Yin Lingzi's eyes.
With the dazzling reflection, Yin Lingzi squinted his eyes just now, Mo Zhai tapped his feet and rushed towards him with his body, causing a whirlwind.
When Yin Lingzi opened his eyes wide, Mo Zhai was already lying in. On his hideous face, his eyes with fierce light were full of madness and ambition; the short knife in his hand was also raised above his head.
The next second later, Mo Zhai aimed the short sword in his hand at Yin Lingzi's sky spirit cover and slashed it hard; the knife fell like a mountain and cracked a rock, causing a fierce sound of wind, and together with the cold sword light on the blade, he pushed the silver.
The spirit son enveloped it.
"Just because of you, a lackey like you who kicked away after being used up by the Emperor of Fengdu." Yin Lingzi, who was not afraid, sneered but did not dodge. Just as the blade touched the long hair on his head, his body suddenly changed.
For a thick smog of ash, it moved slowly and danced gently in front of Modi.
Mo Zhai's short knife rolled up a strong wind and slashed it hard, dividing the slowly flowing gray fog into two.
The gray smoke moved with the strong wind and rotated rapidly in the air, forming unpredictable vortexes of smoke, and floated behind Mo Di.
"The ninth level of the God of Escape." Mo Zhai reached out and grabbed the gray smoke. After watching them slowly flowing away from their fingers, he was not surprised but happy. He smiled excitedly: "No wonder you have the confidence to dare to rebel.
The Emperor of Fengdu.”.
After a while, all the smoke seemed spiritual, passed through Mo Di and condensed half a foot behind him, and gradually turned into human form.
When the ash smoke dissipated, the long-lost Yin Lingzi appeared from the smoke again. He stood back to back with Mo Zhai, opened his mouth and said what he had not finished before: "You are worthy of making a book.
King's opponent?".
"Then let the facts speak." As soon as he said that, Mo Zhai turned his body, his face was not alarmed or afraid, as if he was not afraid of his opponent at all.
The same is true for Yin Lingzi. Then the two ghosts rushed forward at the same time and rushed towards each other's enemies.
The sharp wind swayed around the blade without dissipating, making a whirring sound.
Yin Lingzi also had a shock in his right arm, and a broken sword slid out of his sleeve; the hilt of this sword is made of jade, neither copper, iron or steel, and the sword body is only one foot long, but there is no sword tip in all directions, close to the top
There were several clear cracks at the place; there were many ancient talismans engraved on the hilt of the sword, and red lights rose from it, covering the entire sword body.
His eyes were staring at Mo Zhai's Yin Lingzi, but his hands accurately grabbed the hilt of the broken sword that was falling rapidly; just as soon as the hilt of the sword was started, the sound of a dragon roar suddenly sounded on the body of the sword.
"Juexian Sword? How is it possible?" Mo Zhai was slightly stunned, with an incredible gaze flashing in his eyes, and he looked at the broken sword that was already raised by Yin Lingzi.
The arrogance that had been hanging on his face before was replaced by surprise in an instant.
A dragon roar suddenly came to the Jue Xian Sword that had already slashed down from Mo Zhai's head; Mo Zhai, who could not avoid it, had to cut his sword across his head and barely held Yin Lingzi's attack.
I never thought that this sword had a hundred kilograms of strength; if Mo Zhai had not practiced before, he injected his soul into the short sword in his hand, and secretly brought him to protect his whole body in the wind. It would be impossible for him to be numb from the tiger's mouth.
, the result of a faint pain.
The ground around the two ghosts trembled, and the strong wind rushed towards every corner of the building, blowing out all the lights in the corridor.
The darkness immediately came, and only the red light on the Sage Fairy Sword became more and more prosperous, illuminating about ten feet around Mo Di and Yin Lingzi.
"It" Mo Zhai, who was a little struggling, gritted his teeth, sweating on his forehead, and his hand holding the knife trembled slightly: "Isn't it destroyed by the Emperor of Fengdu?"
As soon as the words fell to the ground, a crack sound came from the short knife in his hand. Then cracks appeared on the blade and slowly extended toward the four directions.
"The Emperor of Fengdu just cut it off, and I was lucky enough to pick up this piece." Yin Lingzi sneered, and his arm suddenly increased his strength, cutting off the short sword in Mo Zhai's hand with one sword.
When he was talking about it, Mo Zhai saw that the situation was not good, so he used the ghost magic skill and flashed back.
"boom!"
The Jue Xian Sword slashed down, and with a red light, a powerful sword energy burst out from the sword. The ground hit was split into pieces with a huge roar. Then, wood chips of all sizes broke out from the floor and shot up.
After they paused in the air, they rose up with the sword energy soaring into the sky.
With the red light on the Juexian Sword, you can see Mo Zhe who had retreated ten feet away. His clothes were cut into pieces by sword energy. Through the front laces that were broken into pieces, he saw Mo Zhe's chest.
There was a bloody hole that was about one foot long and was about to turn outward.
"Tsk!" Yin Lingzi snorted coldly; if the Jue Xian Sword had not become a broken sword and its power was greatly reduced, this sword would have turned Mo Zhai and Lan Yuelou into powder together.
Mo Zhai, who was a little shocked, stared at Yin Lingzi who slowly raised the broken sword again.
The brilliance pointed to the sky, and the dazzling red light soared from the sword with heavy solemnity, shattered the beams, pillars, bricks and tiles on the top of Yin Lingzi's head, turned it into powder, and rushed out of Lanyue Tower without moving forward.
, go straight to the sky; the heaven and earth change color.
A long roar of dragons sounded from the red light, and the sound shook for more than ten miles.
As the dragon roared, the wind blew, and Mo Di's voice suddenly sounded from the Luanyue Tower, and he whispered: "Soul Destroy!"
Ju Mang, who was patrolling the city, turned his head and looked at it when he heard the sound, and saw a huge red light in the Lanyue Tower, like a pillar of heaven standing upright, standing between the Lanyue Tower and the sky.
Wherever the red light passed, it brought a bright red color, dispersing all the white clouds that dared to block the road in the air, and dyed the sky above the Lanyue Tower into a blood-red color.
Before he could react, a huge golden aperture appeared in the Lanyue Tower in an instant, crossing the Lanyue Tower; with a huge roar, the aperture continued to expand in all directions like ripples of water.
Wherever there is dust flying and sand flying away. The ghosts that were blown by the aperture will fall and fall.
In the blink of an eye, the aperture disappeared again, and the Buddha had never appeared.
"Not good." Jumang, who barely stood firm in the wind, felt a little slack in his heart as the aperture dissipated, and he suddenly felt something was wrong. Then, he ran away desperately and rushed towards the direction of Lanyue Tower.
I didn't run far, and my wings spread out and soared into the sky.
The red light that had risen up and reached the sky disappeared at some point. Only the fragmented Lanyue Tower was left, still standing in place, immersed in the cold moonlight
When I flew to the front of Lanyue Tower, my mind fell, but I saw that the once spectacular Lanyue Tower was already full of holes and my heart was filled with coldness.
The surrounding ground was covered with gravel and broken wood. The huge roof had long collapsed and was too ragged to bear on the walls. Almost all the windows were left with an empty frame.
Even the granite dragon, which has been standing on the gate for thousands of years, has become a different place.
The next second later, Ju Mang flew towards the building regardless of everything. When he entered the building, he saw that it was also devastated and broken. Under the gravel and wood chips on the ground, you could vaguely see some broken clothes, which must be the building.
Left by the slave of the central palace after his death.
Standing in the dead hall, looking around with the moonlight, I saw that the stairs that were supposed to connect each floor were also turned into a pile of broken wood, and my chills increased instead of reducing.
After a second he was stunned, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, spread his wings and flew upwards, and flew towards the second floor along the stairs.
When he arrived at the dilapidated second floor, Ju Mang's heart was even more anxious. After flying among the broken pillars, he went to the third floor without seeing any other than gravels and broken wood.
Fly straight away.
When he had just reached the entrance of the stairs on the third floor, he saw a moonlight shooting down from the broken roof in the corridor ahead. Yin Lingzi, covered in dust, was lying quietly under the moonlight.
A trace of blood flowed from Yin Lingzi's pale face and the corners of his mouth.
"King." With a scream, Jumang flew towards him desperately. Jumang fell beside him, helped Yin Lingzi up, and then used his hand to explore the other person's breath. His heart suddenly tightened, and his back was behind him.
Sweat coldly.
Although Yin Lingzi, who was as angry as a wanderer, had no external injuries, his meridians had long been broken. Even if the ancient god was alive, he could not save him.
"Jumang, run away quickly." Yin Lingzi gasped and said with a breath: "Don't escape from a distance, don't come back again."
There were bursts of regret lingering in his eyes; half a year ago, Guimu and Xiao Shizhu secretly wrote to him in the name of the princes and kings; he warned him that Mo Di should not trust him easily and asked him to be careful of this soul.
But he laughed it off at the time and did not take it seriously.
Today, he finally paid a heavy price for it.
"Who? Who hurt you so much?" Ju Mang turned a deaf ear to his words and roared on his own. Two lines of clear tears flowed out from his red eyes like a spring.
"Go and find the ghost mother." Seeing him asking, Yin Lingzi had to use all his strength, raise his right hand hard, hand the Jue Xian Sword in his hand to Jumang, and said with difficulty: "She and Xiao Shizhu can help, can you do it,
I report”.
Before the word Qiu was released, Yin Lingzi's wide eyes suddenly dimmed. He held Jue Xianjian's right hand and his five fingers sagged.
Ju Mang was stunned, looking at Yin Lingzi's face, whose head turned and lost its breath, changed drastically. While he was stunned, he hugged Yin Lingzi's body and trembled and cried loudly.
The night wind blew past the broken Lanyue Tower, causing sorrowful crying and heading towards the distant sky.
It was not until a long time later that Ju Mang held the Jue Xian Sword and stood up and looked to the west. Endless anger burst out from his red eyes.