Fix your sister's fairy

The dragon soul and Ying Long finally collapsed in the sparkle of star fusion, and the remaining spiritual power in the air formed an aurora flicker.

Two shadows fell from the sky, and before they landed, they collided again, and the sword light and sword shadows overflowed.

Mo Yi slashed the old man with a sword, and after his body was condensed countless times, his pure physical strength reached an unbelievable realm, and his physical cultivation in the same period had to be crushed by him.

Mo Yi slowly floated to the ground, he glanced at the place where the old man landed in the distance, and then raised his right hand to look at the right finger where the bones were somewhat misplaced, and his eyes were slightly dignified.

Sure enough, the old man imitated his own Broken Star Finger at the last moment, but it was the other party who lost after the finger, and the Broken Star Finger was learned by the other party, but the power of annihilation attached to it could not be learned.

Mo also straightened the broken part of his right finger, and swallowed a spirit fruit found in the immortal treasure, and the damaged part of his body recovered quickly, and the mana consumed was also rising.

In a moment and a half, he was back to his peak, and ordinary monks needed to meditate and play for several hours, but as long as there were enough natural and earthly treasures, he could recover in an instant.

"Buzz!"

The aura drove the wind to roll angrily, and the figure of the old man appeared in Mo Yi's sight, at this time, the old man lived up to the previous pride, there was a huge cavity on his right chest, and the gray mist attached to the periphery of the cavity continued to devour his body.

"Boy, you're good. The old man said.

He put his hands together and cast a secret spell, the cavity in his chest was constantly filled with new flesh and blood repairs, and the gray mist was dragged and suppressed.

"Concession. Mo Yi said.

The battle in front of Fang was full of dangers, and if he didn't know it, he might be cut by a thousand knives in the Eight Desolation Dragon Souls, but he still won, with courage and cultivation.

Mo Yi stared at the old man silently, the old man at this time had completely recovered, and even he suspected that the other party had learned his own Ying Long swordsmanship while learning the Star Breaking Finger, so that sooner or later the other party would learn his own skills one by one and defeat himself again.

Will such a terrifying learning creature also die?

"Senior, who are you?" Mo Yi asked.

When the old man heard this, he didn't have the slightest expression on his face, he looked up at the sky, and then lowered his gaze to the distance, "Three thousand, take ninety-nine, learn the creation of heaven and earth, and become famous for a lifetime...... Hehe, the glory of the past has turned to dirt, and now, I am just a person who has been turned into dust by the times. "

Mo Yi didn't react when he heard this, but the Blood Sword was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed, ", Uncle Ben remembered who he was, three thousand, take ninety-nine...... The genius who has the ability to learn all the laws of the world is him! The ascendant who belongs to my master's era! The most demonic genius in the immortal cultivation world thousands of years ago, the celestial immortal!"

"Heaven Snatcher Immortal......" Mo Yi looked at the old man's gaze and suddenly became strange.

"Do you recognize me?!" the old man's eyes flashed, and there was a slight fluctuation in his words.

"I have seen the deeds of my predecessors in the classics, one person from ancient times, with his own strange talent, when he was a child, he wrote a book, ten lines at a glance, and he could recite it once he read tens of millions of words and books. When he was young, he was exposed to cultivation, changed his own method and betrayed the immortal gate, and learned the world's ten thousand laws with his immortal talent. When he was young, he reached the peak of the immortal cultivation world, ranked at the peak of Wuxiang, and ascended to the immortal in his twilight years. Mo Yi slowly said the old man's life according to the transmission of the blood sword, and the more he spoke, the more frightened he became, childhood, youth, youth, and twilight, which completely corresponded to every form of the old man before.

Until the twilight of his life.

"I'm glad that thousands of years later, there are still latecomers who know me. The old man said lightly, "I thought it had disappeared in this world cleanly, but I didn't expect to be lucky enough to leave a mark in this world." "

"Eternal talent, you should have risen to the Immortal Realm by rushing to the Immortal Realm, but why did you fall to this?" Mo Yi looked at the old man and couldn't help but ask, "The Immortal Realm is really such a difficult place?"

The old man was silent for a long time and looked directly at Mo Yidao, "I, not an immortal, there is no immortal world in this world. "

As soon as these words came out, the old man shut up and didn't talk about the fairy world anymore, and Mo Yi gave up after many attempts.

Seeing that Mo Yi had stopped, the old man said, "You and I still have an unfinished battle, come on." "

"Before that. Mo Yi patted the blood sword, and the bloody shroud appeared in his hand, "This is the old thing of the predecessors, right?"

"Not bad. The old man said.

Sure enough, the shroud is the old man, and the body that has been wrapped is also the old man himself, no wonder he will not be relenting to find Gongsun Ruoji and the nine-headed golden lion king to come here.

"Take it. Mo also threw the shroud high into the air between the two, and the shroud fell, and the two of them instantly burst out, swept away with brilliant brilliance.

No one rushed to get the shroud first, but raised his hand and punched him, evenly matched, and it was a dazzling fight, Mo Yi did not use any method, a sword and a punch, with the most concise way to suppress people!

The old man is very good at learning and imitating, but his own pride makes him disdain to use his methods to suppress and restrain his opponents, and his terrifying talent like a demon makes him develop the habit of crushing the enemy with the enemy's means.

Therefore, Mo also did not use any method, and used his cultivation at the peak of the Extraordinary Supreme Realm to shock the old man head-on.

In the abyss of all worlds, all living soul cultivation was suppressed below the vastness, and Mo Yi was confident that he himself was the most powerful reliance.

Mo Yi smashed at the old man with a fist, and the surging mana flowed on the fist, the old man went up to the fist, the light was brilliant, the old man's arm was violently bent and the bones exploded, and then a huge pit appeared on the ground, and the earth and stones were splashed.

"Although I don't want to use other methods, remember that there is no such thing as fairness in the world. The old man said lightly.

"Please ask your seniors for advice. Mo Yi smiled.

The old man closed his fist, and then punched.

Mo Yi's expression became serious, this punch is an extremely martial fist!

Every action, every force, all contain the ultimate principle of "martial arts", the old man learned from Gongsun Ruoji, but at this time he is better than the other party, and there is still a lingering charm in a punch.

Mo Yi did not retreat, nor did he take the punch, but watched the punch carefully, he was thinking, copying, and his eyes shimmered.

"Strong learning, you will die. The old man said, and he sped up his fist and blasted away.

"Probably. Mo Yi drew his sword, and in front of the old man's punch in his heart, a sword pushed out horizontally, and the sword intent rushed into the sky.

Basic swordsmanship, ultimate kendo.

The sword and the fist were staggered, and an indescribable "momentum" collided, and only the sword shadows and fist shadows in the sky could be seen, but a punch and a sword hit a mountain and river cracking momentum.

The bloody sword flew up, Mo Yi's body leaned back unstoppably, his eyes looked directly at the old man who also took a few steps back, he stepped forward and attacked!

The old man snorted coldly, stretched out the bone sword in his hand, and slashed it with the same sword technique as Mo Yi!

The ultimate kendo.

But this time Mo Yi didn't use a sword, he used a fist.

Closing the fist in the waist is heavy, feeling the truth of heaven and earth, like mountains and rivers, smelling martial arts, and feeling the meaning of the fist.

He threw a punch and crashed into the old man's bone knife.

For the first time, surprise appeared in the old man's eyes.

Extreme martial arts.

The sword intent and fist intent set off the mountains and seas again, and the Xuanguang and qi waves shattered the earth, and the momentum was like a rainbow.