Fix your sister's fairy

That's right, Mo Yi's first reaction when he saw this necromantic puppet was not how to escape, but how to defeat the other party without dying.

Since Mo Yi entered the sixth layer of the Extraordinary Period, he had hardly met an opponent of equal strength, and at least Fang Xia was an enemy at the fifth layer of the Extraordinary Period, but after entering the sixth layer of the Extraordinary Period, he really couldn't find the enemy he wanted to be. After that, they encountered either the disparity in strength of the Returning to the Ruins Period and the Unphased Period, which was so great that they could not compete on the same stage, or they were ordinary monks of the Extraordinary Period and the Vast Period without any challenge.

And now, with a perfect opponent in front of him, what reason did he have to refuse? He wanted to test in his heart where his limit was, and where was the limit of the strength of this Immortal Stage ninth-level cultivation.

So, he chose to fight the necromantic puppet and win.

"Get out of here, at least a kilometer away. Mo Yi looked at the necromantic puppet in front of him and said lightly, he stared at the necromantic puppet while the other party tilted his head and stared at him.

"......" An unknown light flashed in Zhao Mad Man's eyes, and his subconscious told him that this masked guy was very strong, maybe ...... Better than yourself!

"One thousand meters, what do you think ......" Zhang Hao was about to exit the 000 barge when he heard Mo Yi's words, but the next moment, Mo Yi raised his foot and stepped into the glowing white waters.

"Bang!!"

A column of water rushed into the sky, accompanied by an extremely loud and piercing noise, a splash of water that raised dozens of meters burst violently, and rowed in one direction!

Mo Yi held the Blood Sword in both hands, and in front of him was a pale, featureless face, and a suffocating, stiff killing intent almost stuck to his face.

The moment Mo Yi stepped into the water, the necromantic puppet moved, it stepped on the water under its feet, and the speed exploded to the top in an instant, and his right hand pressed straight towards Mo Yi's face, if it weren't for Mo Yi pulling out the Blood Sword to block within a fraction of a second, his face would have been scratched.

But at this time, the situation is not optimistic, Mo Yi's whole person was unilaterally suppressed, and the necromantic puppet held down the blood sword with one hand and drove Mo Yi to gallop wildly on the water, and the speed had reached the point where all the surrounding scenery turned into phantoms, and they swept along the road for a full three seconds before there would be a splash of water several meters high.

Mo Yituo (bjfd) raised his hands with his kinetic sea mana, and kicked his right foot into the abdomen of the necromantic puppet, and the nine-layer cultivation of the Mortal Stage exploded, and a violent mana forcibly separated the two, and at the same time blew up a prototype empty space on the surface of the water in place.

Mo Yi rolled in the air and landed on a piece of ice floe, and before he could catch his breath, the pale face appeared in front of him again, and at the same time, the feeling of numbness in his scalp hit.

"Upper right!" the cold drink of the Blood Sword rang out.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Yi raised his hand and swung his sword, and the next moment a hard object was bloody, and in an instant, a huge, heavy force violently crushed Mo Yi's feet, and Mo Yi's whole person lost his position and was blasted into the water.

"............" Mo Yi firmly wrapped his mana to avoid the water, and at the same time looked at the water above his head, only then did he have a chance to see the appearance of the current necromantic puppet.

The hands of the original necromantic puppet have changed into long sharp arrows, and its whole body is lit up with dense runes, and a majestic momentum surrounds its body.

"What does this guy run on?" Mo Yi quickly asked the Blood Sword.

"The mana in the sea of qi before his death, now he can't replenish the mana by himself, and he can't move it when his mana is used up. "In other words, you can suck him clean." "

"No...... It's so boring. Mo Yi said.

"Just don't die. "The Blood Sword doesn't matter.

"Twin swords. Mo Yi slowly put his hand on another long bandaged object behind his back.

The next moment, the necromantic puppet crashed into Mo Yi in the water at high speed.

"Boom!"

The shaking water surface exploded, the water column was dozens of meters high, and the two figures on the water surface quickly intersected together, and the dazzling sparks exploded with the piercing sound of gold and iron, and the fire trees and silver flowers fell among the water droplets.

Mo Yi held the sword with both hands, the big mouth on the Demon Sealing Sword kept squirming, as if chewing something, the necromantic puppet sword skills were superb, and every time he attacked, the sword rain sealed Mo Yi's retreat like a sky full of stars.

But Mo also does not hide, the necromantic puppet out of the sword like a star, he out of the sword like a rainstorm, each fencing is perfectly in line with one of the basic swordsmanship, splitting the sword, flirting the sword, sweeping the sword, hanging the sword......

There is no trace of fancy, only a sword attack like a storm, and the mana is overflowing with water that is several feet high, and the necromantic puppet is completely helpless for a while!

From a sword-to-sword collision, the necromantic puppet and Mo Yi slashed together with both swords, and the surrounding waters were shattered and scattered, and the two stepped on the water with both feet, and they could stand on the surface of the water without ice floes.

During the battle, Mo Yi also learned the small skill of necromantic puppets, just mobilizing mana to disperse on the soles of his feet, increasing the contact surface with the water, so that he could easily stand on the water.

For the rest of the monks, a technique that might have taken days or even months to practice, Mo Yi had learned it in the heat of battle, and not only had he learned it, but he had become proficient as if he had been in control for a long time.

Because, if you don't control him, you will probably die.

The collision between mana and mana can easily shatter any foothold on this water, and if there is no foothold, Mo will fall into the water, and when the time comes, it will definitely be defeated if it is pressed by a necromantic puppet that does not need to breathe.

Under the strong crisis, Mo Yi quickly mastered this little trick, and at the same time fought back more frantically against the necromantic puppet.

Mo Yi is naturally most proud of the pure mana that is too much to use up, as well as the basic swordsmanship taught by Cheng Jingyu, and he knows more or less about the rest of the spells but has never been proficient in them, and he is also smiling and generous to the enemy.

And it just so happened that this necromantic puppet was also a sword cultivator before his death, and his swordsmanship was strange and changeable, as fast as a starry star, slow and heavy as a mountain, and the changeable swordsmanship brushed Mo Yi's cheek dozens of times, and Mo Yi also captured the trajectory of this desperately fast sword with the eyes of Kunpeng and blocked the counterattack, but the wisps were at a disadvantage.

It's just because Mo Yi's sword is not as skilled as the necromantic puppet. _

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