In the sea of ​​​​swords, as a ray of red light pierced the sea of ​​​​swords, the next moment, a half-foot red gun blade protruded from the sea of ​​​​swords, and then shook violently.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the sword sea was shattered, and countless soul power fragments flew in all directions, destroying all the nearby loess, stones, etc.

A high-pitched roar shot into the night, and Xiao Mo was surrounded by a heart-stopping red air flow. It was the power of Qi and blood. It was extremely masculine and could destroy evil spirits. Now it was revealed, destroying many seas of swords in one fell swoop.<

/p>

"Empty appearance, flashy and unreal!"

Seeing Chen Xin, whose aura was beginning to change, Xiao Mo lost his patience and said with a cold face: "It's rude to come and go without reciprocating, so you can try to take a shot from me."

"Kill!"

Xiao Mo let out a long roar, raised his gun and stabbed straight out. The red gun blade was like blood, trying to take people's lives and bathe in blood.

The distance between the two people kept shrinking under Xiao Mo's terrifying explosive speed. Seeing Xiao Mo attack and kill him, the violent aura was simply more terrifying than the soul beast.

Chen Xin's expression changed, and he tapped his feet and began to retreat quickly. The red light seemed to carry a huge force of gravity, making the air crack with a tearing sound, giving people an irresistible feeling.

The crimson energy and blood surrounding Xiao Mo was like a divine ring, and the fluctuations it spread made Chen Xin feel fearful. He felt that his soul power seemed very inferior in front of the red energy and blood.

"What kind of power is this? It's definitely not soul power. Is this energy similar to blood the reason why this person is so powerful?"

Seeing Xiao Mo rushing towards him, at such a close range, he had no time to release his soul skills.

Chen Xin's face became stern: "No matter how powerful you are, I will kill you with just one sword!"

Holding the Seven Kills Sword tightly with both hands, Chen Xin gave a sharp shout. The soul power in his body was poured into the Seven Kills Sword crazily, and then he slashed down hard and collided with Long Yuan stabbed by Xiao Mo.

Cang!

There was an explosion, and energy waves exploded. Light ripples spread from the contact point between Long Yuan and the Seven Kills Sword, and then collided with the owner of the weapon at high speed.

Xiao Mo's expression did not change at all. The powerful wave of energy that hit him only made Xiao Mo's hair and clothes flutter, but could not make Xiao Mo take a step back.

Looking back at Chen Xin, he only felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had been hit by a wild bull. His hands were numb, the tiger's mouth was bursting open, and blood was flowing out.

The shock transmitted from the Seven Kills Sword made Chen Xin almost unable to hold the sword, and his feet rubbed against the ground uncontrollably and he quickly retreated.

A flush surged onto Chen Xin's face. After holding it back for a moment, Chen Xin couldn't bear it anymore. With a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

The Seven Kills Sword spun around and then stabbed down hard on the ground. He stopped his retreating body, and held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands. With the support of the Seven Kills Sword, Chen Xin swayed, and then he did not sit on the ground in embarrassment.<

/p>

"Really, I couldn't even catch a single shot!" Xiao Mo said with a frown.

He had only used 30% of his strength in that shot just now. He thought Chen Xin, with the help of Ning Fengzhi, could fight him.

But in the end, with one shot, if he hadn't withdrawn his strength in time, there might not be any more Kendo Chenxin in this world of soul masters.

Listening to Xiao Mo's disgusting words, Chen Xin spat out another mouthful of blood. This time he was angry. Can you blame him for being weak? How many people in the soul master world can block Wan Jiangui in his strongest state?

Zong.

The trembling hands were holding the Seven Kills Sword, and because of the uncontrollable spasms of both hands, the broad Seven Kills Sword was also shaking.

The blood flowing from Chen Xin's tiger's mouth flowed along the hilt and onto the sword, and then dripped into the yellow sand on the ground.

"Grandpa Jian...are you okay?" Ning Rongrong shouted in a tearful voice.

She glared fiercely at Xiao Mo, who was like a god of war. The two closest people to her were both injured by Xiao Mo.

"Rongrong, I'm fine." Chen Xin looked pale and gave Ning Rongrong a reluctant smile.

Only he himself knows what his condition is. After fighting Xiao Mo with the Seven Kills Sword, the internal injuries suffered in his body are troublesome, but as long as he has the assistance of a healing soul master, he can be healed in less than a week.

The key injury is the Seven Killing Sword in his hand!

Chen Xin's eyes trembled as he looked at the half-inch long crack on the broad sword of the Seven Kills Sword in his hand.

The martial spirit is damaged! This is a very serious injury. If not treated in time, the injury will worsen, which will lead to a decline in the quality of the martial spirit. In severe cases, it may even lead to the death of the martial spirit owner.

With his back to Ning Rongrong, Chen Xin's face showed bitterness. He underestimated Xiao Mo and overestimated himself.

If you had just dodged and fought in a roundabout way, even if you were injured, your spirit would not be damaged.

This will be a big trouble. Even if it is treated in time, this troublesome injury may not be cured within three months.

And in these three months, it is impossible for him to use the Seven Killing Sword to fight against the enemy. In other words, he has been disabled in these three months.

"Uncle Jian!"

Ning Fengzhi noticed something was wrong with Chen Xin's state and looked at Xiao Mo fearfully. This young man made him feel afraid.

Walking quickly in front of Chen Xin, Ning Fengzhi's pupils shrank and his expression changed drastically. He saw the cracks on the Seven Kills Sword.

"Unexpectedly... even the Seven Kills Sword was damaged. How strong is that young man?"

Taking a deep breath, Ning Fengzhi, who has been the sect leader for many years, knew very well that now was not the time to be shocked. He had to admit a very cruel fact.

Now, including him, the lives of all of them are controlled by Xiao Mo. The terrifying strength that can even hurt the spirit of martial arts makes Ning Fengzhi unable to think of resistance at all.

He can only conduct testing now, hoping in his heart that Xiao Mo is really just trying to learn from each other.

Bite the bullet, Ning Fengzhi crossed Chen Xin and saluted Xiao Mo: "My little friend is so powerful that I admire you so much. Now that we have no power to fight anymore, my little friend won the competition."

"Uncle Jian's martial spirit has been damaged and is in urgent need of treatment. Please, for the sake of my Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, let me leave."

Xiao Mo frowned. It was just a slight movement, but it made Ning Fengzhi's heartstrings tense to the extreme.

Sweat was oozing out from Fengshen's jade-like face. He was really worried that all of them would fall here today and be buried by the yellow sand in the sky.

"If you can survive today safely, you will never take such risks again in the future."

Looking at Ning Fengzhi, who was extremely nervous, Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment, and soon realized that the old handsome guy was worried that he would kill them all and kill them all.

"Since I talked about sparring from the beginning, I naturally didn't intend to take your lives. Otherwise, neither the peeping tom nor the old man with the sword would be able to resist my shot."
Chapter completed!