Fix your sister's fairy

The chaotic battle was about to break out, and when the sea of people rushed towards Jiang Xin with a loud sound of killing, a battle that far exceeded the grand occasion of the thirty-three kui began.

The sky turned gloomy in an instant, not because God thought that there should be dark clouds or something in this kind of scene, but because there was great power to cast spells.

The thick black hurricane condensed in the sky above the White Rainbow Sect, and the black richness swirled with powerful mana, and there was a faint thunder lurking in one of them and flashed away!

This is a spell released by several monks in the Qingyin Gate, if you look closely, you will find that each piece of black cloud is composed of powerful ghosts, where is this a natural hurricane, this is simply a storm of evil ghosts composed of powerful ghosts!

"Can you order the things in the yang world?" Mo Yi sighed as he looked at the few monks who were finally casting spells on the black pressure sea of people.

When he raised his head again, Mo Yi's eyes lit up with a pale golden light, and behind him, the Kunpeng wings opened in an instant, setting off a gust of wind!

"Jinpeng bones?!" Several Wuxiang sect masters on the riverside suddenly stared at the treasure bones behind Mo Yi with their eyes revealed, and it was also thanks to the many treasure Dao people who polished this pair of treasure bones, otherwise they would be recognized as the Kunpeng bones that were higher than Jinpeng, and this group of Wuxiang estimated that they would have to pull down their faces and snatch them in an instant.

"It's a different time. Mo Yi stretched his body and the wings behind him, he glanced at the treasured spells and sword lights flying in the sky, and lightly tapped his toes.

In an instant, thousands of monks lost their purpose in their eyes, and after a moment of trance, the screams and roars of the last Qingyingmen monks in the sea of people were belated.

"Stop him!

"He's going to rush over!00 He's going to stop him!"

In the sea of people, hundreds of people suddenly felt a cold abdomen, and when they lowered their heads, they found that the wounds of the organs that could be seen had appeared on their stomachs, and at the same time, most of the mana and qi and blood in their bodies were gone!

In the blink of an eye, when Mo Yi rushed into the pile of people of the Qingying Sect monk, a wall of water suddenly rose under his feet, this was the spell of the monk of the White Rainbow Sect, and the turquoise blue runes constructed of mana on the water wall rotated at high speed.

Mo Yi stretched out his hand and pressed the water wall slightly, and the water wall collapsed violently, and the overflowing mana shook the water surface and jumped, and several White Rainbow Sect monks in the distance spat blood from their mouths and wilted.

"The weather is already good, so don't mess with these things in the underworld, right?" Mo Yi came to the several monks who returned to the ruins of the Qingyin Gate in three steps, and the bloody swords in his hands were one by one, and each sword would have one more dried corpse, and the dark hurricane in the sky shattered, and the ghosts screamed and melted into the sunlight.

At the same time, hundreds of thousands of flying swords aimed at Mo Yi's back heart, and he turned around and raised his hand to flick the blood sword, and the sword wind that rushed into the sky directly destroyed the sword rain!

"Boy, die!" A roar fell from the sky, and someone actually resisted the sword wind and slashed down with a sword! The sword light was extremely red, illuminating Mo Yi's face on the river.

"It's coming. Mo Yi didn't dodge or dodge back the stabbing sword, and the sharp sword intent tore through the sword light like a piece of paper, and in the other party's anger, a sword pierced his heart (bjfd).

Face to face, Mo Yi only found out that this person was actually an elder sword old ghost, but now the other party was obviously speechless, the most ruthless blood killing sword trick 'blood qi Donglai was broken by a light stroke, he was pierced by Mo Yi with one hand in the heart, and the other hand choked the throat The old face was full of incredulity and regret.

Xiu Moyi, who had opened nearly sixty or seventy air pockets during the return to the ruins, couldn't go through a single round in front of him.

Mo Yi just glanced at him, and as soon as the blood sword was drawn, he absorbed all the qi, blood and mana, and the dried corpse of the old sword ghost fell on the surface of the river.

"Elder!" The remaining disciples of the Blood Sword Pavilion all had red eyes, and rushed over, their desperate fighting style made the monks of the other sects stop the spells in their hands, for fear of accidentally injuring them!

The blood killing sword trick struck from all directions, and it seemed that the whole world was filled with red sword light, Mo Yi held the sword with one hand and drew a circle on the spot, and a red sun with more red light rose on the Bailu River!

Meditation on the Great Day Swordsmanship.

Several flying swords melted in an instant after touching the red sun, and the monks of the Blood Sword Pavilion wanted to retreat in fear, but they were all pulled into it by a suction force, and the qi and blood mana all over their bodies couldn't stop flowing!

The Blood Sun collapsed when it reached its peak! Another terrifying mana fluctuation shook open, and Mo Yi's right arm emitted a dazzling light in a trance—another air hole was opened!

"Keep your distance! Don't get close to him! he's a gluttonous spiritual root!" someone yelled, but before he could repeat it a time or twice, his voice stopped abruptly, and Mo Yi appeared behind him and knocked him on the back of the head, almost draining his brain marrow.

The sea of people on the Bailu River was sparsely separated, but the screams and fearful roars were endless, Mo Ye had already begun his gluttonous feast, the Kunpeng wings were slashing in the space, and he was completely uncatchable when his speed climbed to the extreme.

Spells, Sword Qi, Fist Strength, No matter how subtle your Dao technique is, you have to find the target!

Mo Yi was like a ghost, rushing to kill in the sea of people, and every time he passed by, a continuous wail sounded, and the sound of the monk's screams when he was drained by the Blood Shadow Demon Skill would first be high, and then slowly lower like a leaky pig bubble, and finally he would be silent.

This sound stimulated the nerves of all the monks, they shouted to give themselves courage, the magic weapon in their hands was waved wildly, meaningless spells exploded around them, accidentally injuring allies, and when they were exhausted, Mo Yi would quietly appear behind them and reach out to choke their necks.

"Calm down! give me all calm!" The Qing Hades Sect Master Yu Ming on the riverside finally couldn't help it, and roared in a low voice like a ghost king's roar, blowing out on the surface of the river, but this did not bring any positive effect, on the contrary, after he roared, the probability of the Qing Hades Sect disciples being poisoned increased more and more.

Mo Yi even grabbed a disciple of the Qing Nethermen and slowly drew up his mana in front of the Netherworld, and at the moment of his pause, the monks of the other sects finally grabbed his figure, and hundreds of spells blasted over without money! But at this moment, Mo Yi left this disciple of the Qing Nethermen and disappeared in an instant, leaving only this unlucky egg who was bombarded into pieces of flesh and blood foam by the spell.

The ghost aura on the underworld was monstrous in an instant, and the heavenly phase was gloomy, but in less than a moment, the cyan light shone on the sky, forcibly dispelling all the monstrous ghost qi.

Venerable Qingxuan looked at the Netherworld with a threatening look in his eyes, as long as the Netherworld dared to intervene, she would dare to kill him first!

"It's nothing short of a massacre. Wang An and An Zhifang, who were beside Venerable Qingxuan, couldn't help but bend down and cover their mouths and noses, the surface of the Bailu River had already begun to be stained red with blood - this was not Mo Yi's masterpiece, he was a person who cherished qi, blood and mana, and there would not be a little blood wasted under the Blood Shadow Demon Skill.

The blood stained with the red river water was completely injured by the monks in the sea of people throwing spells and swinging swords in a hurry, and many monks died tragically in the hands of their own people, and they didn't even touch Mo Yi before they died.

The bloody aura overflowed the river, and this slaughter was not over yet, because Mo Yi did not stop, the killing would not stop, and his right arm was even more dazzling with the continuous absorption of mana!

"Is this cheating, right?" Wang An looked at the dried corpses that fell down like wheat on the river, he was terrified, he knew that Mo Yi was very strong, but he definitely didn't expect it to be so outrageous.

These are all monks at the peak of the vast expanse and even in the period of returning to the ruins! Every place in the immortal cultivation realm is a strong person who is admired by thousands of people, but now these so-called strong people are like young children meeting fierce beasts, and it is difficult for them to even cry completely.

The Bishan Blood Emperor and these so-called Tianjiao are not at all the same magnitude thing, they will not have the so-called 'competition' or even 'comparison' when they are placed on the same stage, they are not a dimensional existence at all.

The eyes of the Phaseless Sect Masters on the riverside were all red, because when Mo Yi began to burst out with that astonishing speed, they knew that they were wrong, and they were outrageously wrong! This Pishan Blood Emperor couldn't use the common sense of the Immortal Cultivation Realm to judge it at all! The cultivators of the Gluttonous Spirit Root were all monsters! Just like the Blood Demon Venerable in the past! They were monsters that the Immortal Cultivation Realm would absolutely not tolerate!

The slaughter continued, a large amount of mana flowed into Mo Yi's body, he enjoyed it, compared to the time in Bishan, this time was more like a picnic for a leisurely stroll, he wandered among thousands of monks, wherever he went, wherever the sword went, death went. _

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