The Lost Land of the True Child of Trolls.

As soon as they met, Mo Shiying and Chen Ping instantly killed an elder.

The former's Blood Demon Dao devours his body, while the latter's Heart Sword Technique destroys his soul.

These two magical powers are so weird and difficult to guard against that even a strong person in the heart failure state will die at the first touch.

But in fact, the person with the highest cultivation among the few is Hang Qianmo from the Tianchen Alliance, a strong man in the Five Decline and Four Realms.

Mo Shiying's bloodline has been exposed.

Thinking about bypassing Hang Qianmo without anyone noticing, it would be quite difficult to recreate the domineering behavior before.

Because this woman’s Fuxia Sword Qi is extremely strong and yang.

It just restrains the more feminine blood.

When Hang Qianmo pressed against Mo Shiying, even though the Fuxia Sword was still hidden, the sword energy bathed in the scorching sun had already cut off the twisted blood threads extending in all directions.

As her elegant white robe fluttered, Hang Qianmo faced Mo Shiying's body a little harder.

"Boom!"

There was a roar all around.

The Fuxia sword energy that evolved into countless numbers rushed to fall down.

"The masculine sword only suppressed Mo's blood."

Mo Shiying raised one hand lightly, and a ball of gray light flew out.

The edge contours fluctuate, as if containing extremely unstable energy.

But the inconspicuous gray ball didn't explode.

Instead, it flickered in front of the dense Fuxia sword energy and became a living target.

What is unbelievable is that the terrifying sword energy that can crack small stars alone has suffered a big loss from this gray ball.

As if they were passively shot into a bottomless pit.

This caused the gray ball to expand in size and turn into a giant object with a radius of ten thousand feet.

Seeing this situation, Hang Qianmo's cheeks suddenly turned cold.

This Mo Shiying's realm is a little lower than hers.

Moreover, both of their magical powers are at the eighth level.

Under normal circumstances, the Fuxia Sword Qi she wielded should not be simply wiped out.

"This person's blood path and devouring path actually possess the rudiments of the Nine Sloughs!"

Hang Qianmo, who is experienced in fighting, immediately noticed the problem.

But Mo Shiying's training time was much shorter than hers.

Is it the talent of the Era Immortal?

"If Fellow Daoist Hang doesn't use the Fuxia Sword, I'm afraid I won't have a chance."

Mo Shiying said calmly, took out the swallowing gray ball that had expanded countless times with one hand, and suddenly pressed it into the void.

Suddenly, pieces of counter-rotating force centered on him and engulfed nearby areas.

Of course he knew the reason for Hang Qianmo's surprise.

The magical power of the Tao Fruit condensed by the power of the true method will be amplified, widening the gap between it and the Tao Fruit Technique of the same level.

"Seize the thunder from the sea of ​​swords!"

Hang Qianmo took one step forward, pressed down and raised his palms.

Immediately, more than ten white thunder pillars shot into the sky below.

Each one is thousands of miles thick.

The lightning was fierce and emitted scorching heat, directly igniting the space within the realm.

Even Mo Shiying's mouth was dry and his expression turned solemn.

This Hang Qianmo not only practiced swordsmanship, but also was proficient in thunder and fire techniques.

It is clearly a deliberate choice to take the most yang-gang path!

"Boom!"

The next moment, sixteen white thunder pillars stabbed into the sky in a chaotic manner.

In the huge roar, the color of the sky and the earth changed.

The barrier formed by the devouring magical power in front burst into pieces.

It was dazzling and blinding, covering the entire sky.

Finally, the thunder-fire heavenly swords with astonishing force were drawn out, as if they were lined up in a straight line.

The shadows of reality and reality were thick and heavy, slamming into the devouring vortex transformed by Mo Shiying.

This time when the great supernatural powers fought, the suffocating thunder and fire sky sword actually had the upper hand.

Mo Shiying's front and back were shaking violently, twisting and deforming.

After integrating the power of thunder and fire from Qi Sheng, the more sword energy he swallowed, the more painful his physical body became.

What the Devouring Dao fears most is exceeding its endurance limit.

At this time, Hang Qianmo, who had taken the initiative, took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. The magic formula blurted out, and his slender figure swelled up like a lake.

Her hair was flying, and the shadow of the thousand-foot sword immortal suddenly appeared.

She used her hand as a sword and slashed at the same spot!

The sound of "Peng" is like breaking porcelain.

In the whirlpool of Mo Shiying's body protection, a black seam running through the top and bottom appeared.

Although it has not penetrated, it is enough to allow the endless sword energy from all around to squeeze into it!

"Um?"

However, at this critical moment, the shadow of the Sword Immortal that appeared in Hang Qianmo strangely stagnated.

She felt her soul tremble slightly, and a boundless coldness spread throughout her body.

His consciousness sank, as if he was enveloped in the first darkness between heaven and earth.

There is a feeling of confusion and loneliness.

"Soul Sword Technique!"

After being attacked by the soul spell, Hang Qianmo immediately froze, and a beautiful white sword spurted out from the mouth of the soul villain.

With a slash in all directions, the darkness in front of him cracked.

In an instant, clarity was restored.

But a move by a strong person at the fifth level of decline, even if it takes less than half a breath, is enough to change the situation.

Mo Shiying pointed far away and grabbed the Thunder Fire Heavenly Sword that had just lost control in his hand.

Then, several groups of blood demons with ferocious faces opened their mouths and swallowed them, completely disappearing into nothing.

Missing the good situation, Hang Qianmo's boy suddenly became cold, and his consciousness shouted coldly towards the other fighting place.

"You can't even stand up to a Taoist Realm guy, and you delayed your ancestor's orders. Elder Jing, please apologize on your own!"

The soul technique just now was actually the magical power performed by Chen Ping!

Not long after entering the Great Sage Realm, he was able to contain the Fourth Realm of Five Decays, allowing this child to grow and cause endless troubles!

Therefore, Hang Qianmo did not care about the identity of the direct elder of the Jing Wuke Alliance, which was almost a rebuke from an order.

But when she took another look, she frowned.

It's not that Jing Wuke and Elder Teng Xuan didn't try their best.

But that kid's movement skills are really flexible and changeable.

He has always avoided fighting, and only traveled back and forth within the realm, fishing for the alliance monks like a monkey.

"Brat!"

Seeing Chen Ping making a hateful face at her after getting rid of Jing Wuke, Hang Qianmo suddenly became furious and his lips twitched.

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Jing Wuke and Teng Xuan were even more depressed.

Why don't they want to defeat Chen Ping who is in Dao Bianjing head-on?

But this person is not smooth and has no ability to resist the attack of supernatural powers.
To be continued...