0043 Chapter The demon knife swings the blood moon, the sword moves on the sky
The strange man laughed sharply, lifted the crescent moon sword in his hand and flew repeatedly, causing a sweeping cold wind to sweep away. "What an interesting boy... But, you will be the one who sees Yan Luo!"
Mie Canglan felt the pain of the cold wind rushing towards him, but it was not as good as the cold air in his body, so he stood proudly and kept keeping his movements in his eyes. The strange man frowned slightly, and was secretly shocked.
The cold light of the sword is also an attack. Few people can do this straight and not be forced to retreat. They secretly compete in their hearts and dare not relax.
"Just relying on those piles of broken branches..." The strange man smiled coldly, and his feet were wrong and suddenly rose into the air. He raised his scimitar in his hand as if he had picked the nine-day blood moon, and rushed directly to the sky spirit of Canglan to capture it. "Can't you stop it?
Live me!"
"Well..." Mi Canglan shouted in a deep breath, swung his right hand away like lightning, inspiring the spots in his palm to spit out the thorn branches, swaying into a strangling force, and swirling into the air to meet the strange man in a tit-for-tat way.
Two winds broke through the night sky, and Mie Canglan had no moves but his energy surged. Instead, he could straighten the genius of the strange man. The giant crescent moon sword came to his face, slashing with Juehan sword energy.
Then, Mie Canglan blocked his hands with his hands, and a loud clanging sound was heard. The giant knife and blade hit countless thorns, and waves of storm were swept in the air.
The two of them were full of fire and electric light flashed. The strange man almost touched Mie Canglan's face and smiled evilly, "Good boy, have some skills..."
"You'd better be more attentive!" Mie Canglan raised his eyebrows and sneered, suddenly interrupting the man's words. He turned his hand rapidly, twisting countless thorn branches in his hand into a spiral vortex. A sudden force was released, rushing straight to the strange man's body
shape.
"Uh..." The strange man's face turned cold, and he saw the surging thorns grabbing the giant sword in his hand layer by layer. Although it was immediately cut off countless times by the blade, he could not stop the attack surrounded by heavy attacks. I saw Mie Cang
Lan pushed his hands hard, and the thin thorns spread out on the branches, and they stood up and climbed up the strange man's arm. A tearing sound, and dark green blood splattered onto Mi Canglan's face.
The strange man did not exclaim, but instead showed a nervous smile. His arm, which was bitten in the center of the thorn branch, turned backwards. He twisted it hard, and only heard the sharp edge of the blade, and the thorn branch layer was thorn from the inside out.
The layer was cut off. There was a shock and a severe pain from Mie Canglan's right hand, and the demonic eye of his palm contracted violently. At the same time, the strange man took out his arm with force, raised the crescent moon sword and slashed towards Mie Canglantian at a very close distance.
spirit.
Mie Canglan only felt the sword light flashing, but he stopped. He saw purple mist rushing up around his body, blocking the edge of Linhan's blade in the shape of smoke. In this space, Mie Canglan gritted his teeth and activated the cold and heat energy.
The two arms surged down the flow, and a large blood-red light suddenly condensed in both hands.
"It can actually..." The strange man was truly shocked, but he was hit by the blood light before he could close his knife. It was not a magic or a martial arts power but it pierced into the bones. The man roared heavily,
Flying away and chanting the magic trick. I saw the flames soaring into the sky behind him condensed into several fire dragons, rushing around his body, holding him high and soaring him into the air.
Mie Canglan also turned over and fell down, and flew back a few steps before he stood firm. He stood in the wind like two balls of blood crystals in his hand, and the strange aura flew away. Seeing this scene, Mo Qingfeng gritted his teeth and gently turned Dong Ning, who was still unconscious.
Put it flat, and the Qingfeng sword that lifted the crack in his hand swayed towards Mie Canglan.
Mie Canglan turned his head and looked at it. He saw that Mo Qingfeng was covered in scars, but his face was as calm as the void. He stood beside him and stared at the bloody flames, concentrating on guard against the next wave of the strange man's attack.
"Mo Qingfeng..." Mie Canglan raised his eyebrows lightly, and saw Mo Qingfeng looking back at him calmly, slowly erecting the Qingfeng sword to set off an attack.
"Destroy Canglan," Mo Qingfeng smiled bitterly, but he was determined to die as if he was generous, "Don't be distracted!"
He wanted to work with him to deal with that person! Mie Canglan knew in his heart that he had not practiced and had no true energy. He might suffer a loss by relying on his natural energy. That strange man had a very evil spirit, and he had a deep qi like Mo Qingfeng.
Only with help from others can you find the person's life gate and kill it.
"What, two to one?" Hearing the strange voice of Yin and Yang coming from the fierce flames, he seemed to be smiling and sharp, "This is the style of the Qinglian Sect, a famous Taoist sect. The underworld has learned it!"
"You can still say such words when you enter the sect to massacre..." Mie Canglan slowly lifted up his hands, and the cold air surged up, and the hot air followed closely, sneering, "Although I, Mie Canglan, although
I don’t know much about the underworld, but I can already know one or two of your virtues!”
"Mi Canglan?" The strange man laughed loudly, and only a burst of sword aura flew through the air, and countless sword auras rushed towards him with blood-colored flying flowers. "Okay! I ask Tiangu to wait!"
"Wen Tiangu..." Mie Canglan murmured and repeated, his eyes widened, and he took a step to block Mo Qingfeng behind him and shouted, "I'll block it first, you can do it!"
"Fortune move..." Mo Qingfeng didn't answer, but saw that Mie Canglan had already rushed towards the sword light in the sky. The red flowers were stained with blood. The cold wind danced with the blade, but the young man was not shrunk at all, as if it was
Born to be a warrior standing proudly in heaven and earth, his whole body is full of dazzling glory.
"With this move, I, Mo Qingfeng... I'm really going to end my life." Mo Qingfeng smiled faintly, waved his sleeves and flew up a thin light like a firefly, flying behind him to cover Dong Ning. He glanced at the already disabled person.
The disciple, the sad light in his eyes was as deep as a vast ocean, turned around and waved his sword, and his true energy rushed to the top like a flash of light.
"This..." Mie Canglan used his hands to move the cold and hot air. Some of the sword energy was frozen by the cold and ice, and some were burned by the fire. The great cold and hot air were like purgatory on both sides. But he felt something was wrong in his heart and looked back at the ground and waved his sword.
Mo Qingfeng, who formed the formation, felt that the dead air was pressing down on him, which was quite ominous.
"Mi Canglan, where are you looking?" Suddenly, Wen Tiangu's strange voice suddenly approached and reached his ears. Mi Canglan turned around in shock and felt a cold light slashing, and a cold ripped from Tianling to the soles of his feet.
Wen Tiangu pressed the crescent moon sword to the lowest point, and he already hit Canglan's entire body with one knife. He smiled strangely, "It's not okay to not concentrate."
Mie Canglan's eyebrows and eyes trembled, and only the sound of cracking kept coming from his body, but the natural cold air immediately surged out, with extremely minimal effect but spared no effort to fill the wound.
"This is..." Wen Tiangu felt the coldness was so cold that he could even suppress his blade. He frowned and flew backwards, holding the knife and standing on the flames in the air, "What kind of coldness is this... wait...
…!”
As if he had thought of something, Wen Tiangu's eyes were opened in shock, but he had to be twisted by a fierce sword energy and looked at Mo Qingfeng with murderous intent.
I saw Mo Qingfeng holding up the Qingfeng sword, his fingers were closed to his lips and breathing. The solemn magic tricks kept flying out from his lips. A ray of light was radiant around him, and the Taoist scriptures, like books, were flying continuously. A piece of scattered talismans rose under his feet.
The flying shadows of the Bagua expand layer by layer, with circles connected and constantly shaking like thousands of lotus flowers.
"Is this a trick to die together?" Wen Tiangu carried the crescent moon sword on his shoulder and leaned against Qianzhang Liehuo and smiled coldly, "I will fulfill your wish to die so much!"
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