Just like Yan Junqing's sword.

Yan Junqing never holds a sword, he is a sword himself.

Mo Dao never holds any other sword except his own. When there is no sword, he is just a sword.

The terrifying sword energy is like a vast ocean, boundless in blood.

This battlefield was already full of blood, so this move was even more terrifying.

"The big Buddha is facing the sky? !"

He was a little surprised. Because he had been to Buddhism, he naturally knew this method, but it was a secret method, so he had not had the opportunity to learn it.

"Could it be that he has been studying in Buddhism all these years and Buddhism has trained him? That's why the Great Abbot of Guangming is here this time?"

Thinking only takes a moment.

His knife had already been dropped and he rushed towards Qi Chen.

Qi Chen clasped his hands together, and the huge Buddha shadow also clasped his hands.

Take the sword with your bare hands!

Rumble!

The terrifying air currents rippled out in circles one after another, forming endless ripples that kept shaking on the doomsday battlefield.

As all strong men think, this is just the beginning.

Mo Dao's body moved sideways, like a star. This was a pace that shone like a shooting star.

His energy and blood surged, and the knife in his hand surged, emitting a god-like brilliance, trying to cut down the bloody setting sun.

Volcanic clouds are surging.

The clouds as red as blood spread all over his body.

Every time the sword fell, Mo Dao's strength skyrocketed.

Qi Chen changed color.

He received nine knives.

Each knife is heavier than the other.

Each knife is more varied than the last.

This change is very subtle, but very fatal. Once you don't notice it, you will think that this knife is the same as the previous one.

In this way, in just a moment, he will be injured.

Mo Dao is very terrifying. He can do this in subtle ways and in fierce battles. This kind of insight is not something that ordinary geniuses can possess.

Qi Chen thought he was physically invincible, but under such intense continuous attacks, it was impossible for his muscles to remain in peak condition.

He doesn't intend to be passive.

His arms were tense, and for a moment, the fire clouds on his body also appeared, refusing to give in to Mo Dao.

Power surges.

There was a turbulent wave in the body.

Blood and blood seemed to be colliding.

The Buddha's shadow drank heavily, and a scripture descended like a meteorite.

Mo Dao roared and had to take a few steps back to split the scriptures.

Each of his swords was very heavy, one after another, splitting the void, and then seemed to split the heaven and the earth.

"Blood Cloud Slash!"

Some people exclaimed, realizing that this sword technique is still the top secret technique of the Desert God clan.

For peerless geniuses like Mo Dao, there is no need to create their own secret techniques. It is a waste of time. Even if they create their own secret techniques, they cannot keep up with the speed of their cultivation.

Instead of doing this, it's better to just get it ready-made.

The only way to start thinking about it again is when your cultivation progress slows down.

"It's scary. Is this still a battle in the Tongbian Realm? I'm afraid that if you go to any Tongbian Realm now, you will be seriously injured."

"This is what makes you invincible in the same situation."

People were amazed, and the other powerful disciples were even more ashamed.

But the people of the Desert God clan knew that they did not use all their strength, at least the Desert Sword, not even the real sword was drawn.

"kill!"

After Mo Dao made nine cuts, the tenth cut suddenly turned into endless clouds. In Qi Chen's eyes, the sky in front of him had collapsed.

He had to deal with it with all his strength.

Boom!

The sound of silence.

The Buddha's shadow was chopped into pieces.

A stream of sword energy landed heavily on Qi Chen's chest, causing him to fly backwards.

"good!"

Ye Lan clenched her fists. Her strength in the Daofu realm was entirely due to the Heavenly Luck Grass. She couldn't see the specific battle clearly, but she could still see the result.

A smile appeared on his lips.

Because she understands that in such a battle, once she is seriously injured, she is almost destined to lose.

"A demon is a demon. It is an alien beast. How can it be my opponent, Dao'er? After this battle, Dao'er's reputation will definitely rise again."

"Why are you nervous? Dao'er won, not that beast." Ye Lan looked at her husband dissatisfied.

Qi Yihan was a little angry when he let his wife go again.

That is his son, and his own blood is flowing in his body...

"No, what a terrifying resilience!" The joy on Venerable Mo Shunjiang's face froze when he saw what happened next.

Qi Chen was injured.

But he was not seriously injured.

The sword energy passed through the Buddha's shadow, was resisted by Qi Chen's own strong body, and then entered the body, already weakened a lot.

And his resilience is astonishing.

Not only is it blessed by the blood of the Desert God, but also by the blood of the demon clan.

The demon race has always been physically stronger than the human race.

What's more, Qi Chen is not an ordinary demon clan.

Qi Chen touched the blood on his chest, which was still burning with pain. He just took a breath and flew away immediately.

He spread his wings!

The huge black wings were burning with purple demonic fire.

His speed reached an unbelievable level. For a moment, the demonic energy on the ancient battlefield soared into the sky, turning into a special field and impacting down along Qi Chen's wings.

"You are so brave, you dare to use the power of the demon clan on our Mo Shen clan." Venerable Mo Shunjiang roared angrily.

Mo Hongyu couldn't help but retort: ​​"Since he is a demon, why can't he use the demon clan's method unless his head is kicked by a donkey?"

"Back then, when the demon clan wanted to get rid of this baby, they didn't mind the human race's blood. Why should I, the human clan, care about his demon clan's blood?"

"Although there are rules, rules are dead and people are alive. How can we, the Desert God Clan, not tolerate a human genius with demon blood?"

Mo Hongyu and Mo Shunjiang exchanged cold eyebrows.

But while they were talking, something changed on the field.

Mo Dao was not surprised when he wounded the opponent with one knife.

What shocked him was that his sword did not seriously injure the opponent, and the opponent's counterattack was so fast.

The sudden attack of demonic energy made his whole body feel heavy.

Because the demonic energy is completely different from what Mo Dao is exposed to on a daily basis.

"What kind of monster is this? Why have I never seen it before, and it's not recorded in ancient books." Mo Dao thought about it and stepped back.

However, he still underestimated Qi Chen's speed.

The sky was broken by a purple moon.

The clouds of his sword energy were even fragmented by the impact.

Qi Chen's speed was very fast, and the terrifying demonic energy stabbed him sharply. This time, Mo Dao was knocked away, and a wound was cut directly from his right rib to his neck.

The fire cloud is burning brightly.
To be continued...