Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

The sword light broke through the air, Mo Yu's gaze froze, the twelve magic swords were already close at hand, and it was too late for the three-pointed and two-edged sword to defend again.

He made an instant decision, and with a force of his wrist, the three-pointed and two-edged knife was thrown up.

At the same time, he raised his hands in a flash, and in an instant, there seemed to be a thousand more arms, and his five fingers flicked towards the magic sword.

"Look for death!" Lu Cangsheng shouted in a low voice.

His magic sword is made of many years of sacrifice, each bite is extremely sharp, thirteen magic swords are closed, can compete with heaven-level treasures, even if it is a hundred refining steel, it can be cut with a sword, how can the physical body resist.

Bell!

A continuous sound of gold and iron interclashing appeared, and I saw Mo Yu's arm clash with the magic sword, and there was a burst of firelight, and the twelve magic swords were continuously bounced away.

"What!" Lu Cangsheng looked shocked, full of disbelief.

Tianjizi was on the side, the gossip mirror in his hand kept flickering, and the hazy aperture was cracked, and he couldn't hold on anymore.

But when he saw the scene of Mo Yu flying the magic sword, he was still shocked and almost stared out of his eyes, and shouted in a lost voice: "Impossible, someone can use his body to carry the magic sword that kills the common people?"

They were shocked, but the facts were in front of them, and they couldn't believe it.

Mo Yu's movements were also extremely fast, and he didn't intend to give Lu Cangsheng time to think at all, the moment the magic sword was bounced away, he pointed at the other party.

Rumble!

A thunderbolt fell from the sky, brilliant and mighty, and all evils were ambushed.

Five thunder tricks!

Lu Cangsheng's reaction was also unexpected, although the two sides fought quickly, and the real battle was still short, but Mo Yu's strength had been recognized by him.

In his heart, Mo Yu was already a true powerhouse of the ninth level of the Cave Heaven.

Such a strong man can fight him, but in the end, he still cannot escape the fate of being killed by him.

The magic sword in his hand slashed towards the sky, and a sword light, even the thunder was cut off, and the thunder was dispersed in an instant.

But at the same time, a sword light came back to him.

Mo Yu didn't know when he re-grasped the three-pointed two-edged knife to kill, and his eyes drooped slightly, and his expression remained unchanged.

The long sword in his hand turned, and it fell from the top, blocking Mo Yu's knife in a millimeter, and the sound of breaking through the air started, and the twelve magic swords that were bounced off attacked again.

Mo Yu took advantage of the strength of the two to fight, and retreated with one touch, dodging three sword lights.

But the other nine sword lights slashed again, front and back, left and right, sealing the space where he was hiding.

Mo Yu relied on his intuition, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand danced, like a big windmill on wheels, impermeable.

The clanging symphony, the magic sword was repulsed again.

Taking advantage of this time, Mo Yu's figure retreated again, threw his left hand, and a rope shot out, swimming like a spiritual snake in the dark, and instantly swept towards the killing people.

Binding Rope.

"What's that?"

Lu Cangsheng frowned, and when he realized that the demon rope had reached his eyes, his heart moved, his body merged with the sword, and he flew out.

Because the speed was too fast, it even left an afterimage on the spot, which was shattered by the binding demon rope.

His body was like a translation, moving a hundred feet away.

However, as soon as he appeared, he was alarmed in his heart, and his eyes were fixed, and he saw a golden bow in Yang Jian's hand in the distance, and there were silver projectiles on the bowstring.

Sou!

The sound of breaking the sky sounded, and a silver light pierced the night sky.

"Another treasure?" Killing Cangsheng's heart shook and was full of incredulity.

This world is dominated by self-cultivation, although there are also various treasures, but these treasures are too cherished, and even the major hall masters often only have a few pieces.

Like the previous fall without heart, he was favored by the master and gave him several talisman treasures.

Another example is Du Jiuyan, as the young master of the Huangquan Sect, he has more treasures on his body.

But they are not the norm, most of the strong people, it is rare to have a treasure of life.

There are more than three things that are wealthy.

Even if it is a hall master like Killing Cangsheng, although he has thirteen magic swords, it is essentially one, but it can only be differentiated.

The silver bullet came to his eyes in the blink of an eye, and he drank lightly, and the twelve demon swords gathered in front of him in an instant, and the tails of the swords were connected to form a circular sword ring.

A quick, shrill voice came out, and the silver pill was striking on the sword ring, but it didn't break.

Lu Cangsheng breathed a sigh of relief, but the movements in his hands were not slow, and he slashed out, and the sword ring slashed through the night sky and attacked Mo Yu.

At this time, he saw that Mo Yu didn't know when he took out a long whip and threw it in the air.

Syllable!

The whip sounded, and Lu Cangsheng frowned slightly, and he was puzzled.

What is the other party doing, this whip is not aimed at him?

The sword ring had reached Mo Yu's body, and the three-pointed two-edged knife danced and clashed again.

At the same time, a big mountain at the end of heaven and earth in Lu Cangsheng's eyes suddenly moved, and a rumbling sound sounded, and in his unbelievable gaze, the mountain peak actually rose from the ground and flew at an extremely fast speed.

"It's the whip just now, how is it possible?"

The slaughter of the common people can't be understood, but the thousands of mountains have roared, and the real sky is even obscured, and it is pressed straight in.

The real usage of the mountain whip.

The mountain peak was approaching, and the killing people couldn't care so much, and the magic sword in his hand slashed towards the sky with a low cry.

"Magic Sword, Open Mountain!"

He shouted angrily, the sword light rose again, the pitch-black sword slashed through, the heavens and the earth rumbled, and the thousands of mountains were cut open by him with a sword.

The double-divided peaks turned into two halves and fell, still covering the sky and the sun, and even because the distance was too close, half of the peaks were still shrouded in rain.

The twelve magic swords had been repelled by him, and the mountain whip in his hand swung again, and with a soft snap, the half of the mountain peak shattered.

Countless tiny stones fell from the sky, the big one had a house, the small one was no bigger than a thumb, and it rained stones from the sky.

Tianjizi and Linglong were still standing in place, not because they didn't want to run, but because the aftermath of Mo Yu and Killing Cangsheng's outbreak was too amazing.

They didn't dare to put away the shield of the gossip mirror at all, otherwise the moment they put it away, they would be torn apart by the terrifying aftermath.

And seeing the shocking scene of a mountain peak being moved by a whip, the expressions of the two had no other expression except for sluggishness.

It wasn't until the stone rain fell, and the earth was constantly rumbled, that they came back to their senses.

They were lucky not to hand over large boulders to hit them, and some of the smaller boulders were also blocked by the gossip shield.

Tianjizi raised his head, looked at this unimaginable battle, and sighed: "The power of a whip commands the mountains, the old Taoist has never seen such a supernatural power in the past few decades, no, this is no longer a supernatural power, but a heaven and earth order, a myth...... I can't imagine that it's really a myth. "

"Master, what do you mean?" Linglong heard something and looked up and asked.

Tianjizi smiled bitterly and said: "I doubted it when I was divining that name before, and now it seems that my suspicion is probably true, this Yang Jian is a true god." "

"What?" Linglong was dazed, not understanding what she meant.

Tianjizi sighed, still looking at the battle situation in the sky, and said in a low voice: "The thirteen hall masters of the Senluo Palace, there are many more auspicious ones. "