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- Chapter 799: Fight again after two thousand years
"It's you!?" Ji Qianqiu's eyes were blood red and she said in a loud voice.
"Long time no see, you didn't expect me to be dead yet, right?" The short-haired man's eyes were clear, and he did not hesitate in the face of Ji Qianqiu's aura. He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suppressed the feeling of discomfort. The collision just now, It seemed that Ji Qianqiu was defeated, but the trauma he suffered was not shallow.
"Sword Sect, Mo Yan"
The cold words, accompanied by Ji Qianqiu¡¯s angry eyes, immediately revealed the true identity of the visitor!
It¡¯s him!
The most powerful man in the Sword Sect!
A mysterious person who had a "fate" with Lin Nantian in the ruins of the Sword Sect.
He¡¯s not dead yet?
"You were lucky enough not to die last time. If you didn't stay in the grave well, you ran out to die again. You really don't think your life is too long!" Ji Qianqiu's expression gradually turned dull, and a bright white light flashed in his left hand, lightly covering his lower abdomen. The wound healed slowly in an instant at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Mo Yan's eyes flashed brightly, and he said in a deep voice: "You have lived long enough, old man. Even nine heavenly tribulations cannot kill you, but if God doesn't accept you, I will accept you!"
"It's just you?" Ji Qianqiu said disdainfully: "You think I can take advantage of others' danger just because I'm injured? Don't underestimate people! I couldn't kill you at the beginning. This time, you won't have another chance to survive. ! Just in time, pick up two at a time to save me the trouble."
"Holy Land?" Mo Yan smiled coldly and said, "How long do you think this place, which is just for fame and reputation and has no shame, can last? I said, if God doesn't take you, I will take you. As long as you die, let's see if the Holy Land falls. Knife Zong¡¯s dead soul will never let you go!¡±
?Looking at Mo Yan¡¯s appearance, it seemed that he was serious and not just threatening. He seemed to have enough strength and confidence.
Ji Qianqiu's expression changed, as if he understood something, and said in a deep voice: "No wonder I haven't been able to find out the person behind the brothel. It turns out to be you!"
"There are so many things you can't find out, so go to hell!"
Mo Yan shouted coldly, and a three-foot-long silver sword flashed out of the void, revealing a ferocious light. The silver sword light burst out with Mo Yan's momentum. The man and the sword seemed to merge together in an instant. At this moment, people are swords, and swords are people!
"Wow!"
An extremely sharp sword energy surged out following Mo Yan, causing the color of the world to change.
"The first form of the domineering sword - swallow mountains and rivers with anger!"
"Is this the sword technique that you worked so hard to create? Just let me try it. Is it just a name for yourself?"
Ji Qianqiu shouted coldly and jumped up. The bright golden feather fan appeared in his right hand again at some point. Wisps of light flashed across it, and a white full moon arc flashed out, directly hitting Mo Yan's sword energy. , without any hesitation!
With majestic momentum, the two heroes compete with each other, and they are extremely confident in their own strength.
"Peng!"
With a dull sound of impact, the first white arc light was cut by the silver sword energy, but then white arc lights came one after another in succession. The silver sword energy could not bear such a heavy load, and Mo Yan's wrist trembled slightly. , the tiger's mouth was numb, and the domineering sword was about to come out.
Forced by the white arc light, the powerful impact force made Mo Yan not only return without success, but also retreat continuously, his face turned pale, and it took him a long time to stop his retreat.
At this time, Ji Qianqiu fell down lightly, her feather fan trembled slightly, a look of disdain flashed on her face, and she said calmly: "The three domineering styles are nothing more than this. He was not my opponent two thousand years ago, and he will still not be me two thousand years later. My opponent, although I was slightly injured, you wouldn¡¯t be so naive as to think that just like that, you can close the gap in strength between you and me, right?¡±
Mo Yan gritted his teeth and his expression became quite sad, as if Ji Qianqiu had brought back memories of the past. He clenched the hand that held the sword tightly, causing the sword to make a gentle trembling sound, as if it was extremely spiritual. The muscles in his right arm swelled, and Mo Yan rushed out again like a wounded tiger.
"Come again!"
The silver tyrannical sword was raised across his chest. Mo Yan's whole body became one with the sword again. His whole body seemed to have turned into that indestructible terrifying knife. The fierceness in his eyes, combined with the silver arrogance of the tyrannical sword, instantly condensed into an incomparably huge figure. A ball of aura.
"The second style of the Tyrant Sword - Strong Wind and Waves!"
As the sword energy was exposed, a burst of extremely violent wind came as expected. The whistling sound seemed to express the terrifying power of this move. Mo Yan's eyes were already full of brilliance. At this moment, it was as if his whole body had become one with the heaven and earth. A whole, integrated into this sword move.
Although Ji Qianqiu¡¯s expression was disdainful, he did not dare to neglect others. He might be able to ignore others.Almost, but Mo Yan
But he is the only person in thousands of years who is "worthy" of being his opponent!
How can you underestimate it!
Not to mention that he is badly hurt now, even if he faced Mo Yan in his heyday, he would have to try his best to win!
The golden feather fan was like a supreme king, and the golden aura attacked in waves, turning into a tornado-like existence. With the shaking of Ji Qianqiu's right hand, it attacked Mo Yan again!
This time, the silver sword energy completely gained the upper hand. The tornado-like existence could not hinder the forward domineering force of the sword at all. The air flow turned into nothingness in an instant and was scattered in the air. The silver sword was scattered in the air. Qi brought Mo Yan down from the sky and landed directly on Ji Qianqiu's location.
At this time, Ji Qianqiu's left hand was filled with thunder and lightning. He suddenly held his right hand, and in the golden feather fan, the thunder and lightning in his right hand condensed. In an instant, an extremely violent energy surged out, turning into a ball of thunder and lightning. , shining with a strong milky white light, flew straight away and withstood Mo Yan's silver sword energy.
"Chi!"
The two kinds of abnormal energy intersect head-on, condense together, and are equal to each other.
Ji Qianqiu's expression was extremely fierce and he reacted very quickly. In just an instant, his left hand carried lightning-like energy and struck straight towards the place of confrontation. Mo Yan's face was suddenly startled, but it was too late to defend himself. I felt a huge pressure suddenly coming, and a dull feeling surged in my chest.
"Poof!"
Blood vomited wildly, and Ji Qianqiu's left fist hit Mo Yan's chest hard. Even though Mo Yan was extremely powerful, he was hit hard from the front, but he was still severely injured.
What a strong fighting force!
Ji Qianqiu completely overwhelmed Mo Yan, and the situation became one-sided.
"I originally thought that Mo Yan's appearance could reverse the disadvantage, but I didn't expect that Ji Qianqiu was so frighteningly strong.
At this moment, Lin Nantian had already been awakened by the terrifying energy momentum. Although his body was still extremely weak, it did not hinder his willpower. He opened his eyes with difficulty and watched this fierce battle with incomparable amazement in his heart. .
So strong!
¡°Both Mo Yan and Ji Qianqiu are ten times and a hundred times stronger than him!
Not on the same level at all.
"Who is that short-haired man? What is his identity, and why did he save me?" This question swirled in Lin Nantian's mind, but he couldn't think of an answer. And in his current state, he really has no time to think about such things. Life and death hang on a thin line. There is no doubt that if the short-haired man is defeated, Ji Qianqiu will definitely go on a killing spree. Let alone him, will the entire Tongtian City be able to survive? Survival is a problem.
One truly powerful person with terrifying strength is enough!
After receiving Ji Qianqiu's palm, Mo Yan did not fall to the ground like Lin Nantian, almost dead. After all, although his strength was slightly inferior to Ji Qianqiu's, he was much stronger than Lin Nantian. Although his face was pale, But Mo Yan still stood staggering, holding the sword firmly in his right hand. This silver sword exuded a compelling light. The light of the sword touched the green blue stone. At this time, the competition arena was already full of pits. The famous green blue stone cannot stop the strong aura of the two peerless experts.
"It's a pity, it's a pity you are still too impatient, Mo Yan." Ji Qianqiu shook his head and sighed: "I have been waiting for thousands of years, why not wait for a few hundred more? By then, if I am lucky enough to survive the last stage, During the Heavenly Tribulation, he will inevitably reborn, reshape his body, and leave the Martial God Continent, and if he dies in the Heavenly Tribulation, it will be a one-and-done thing, and it will be considered as your revenge."
Mo Yan's face was extremely pale, his eyes were shining brightly, he covered his chest with his hands, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a hateful voice: "If I don't kill you with my own hands for a day, the hundreds of thousands of undead souls in the Sword Sect will not be able to rest in peace. As the master of the Sword Sect, how can I feel at ease! Let you survive the catastrophe and escape through the sky? Stop dreaming!"
"go to hell!!!"
The silver sword glowed dazzlingly, and Mo Yan's expression became extremely sad. The cold light molded his body tightly, and the whole person seemed to fall into a strange state. The huge tyrannical sword floated in front of him out of thin air, violently shaking. Trembling, bunches of silver sword light vented uncontrollably in all directions, floating away like strands of wronged souls.
Facing Mo Yan's terror, Ji Qianqiu's expression became extremely solemn for the first time. He had tried this move two thousand years ago. He almost died in the hands of Mo Yan's move. The power was extremely terrifying, and this move This move is also Mo Yan's most powerful move!
"The third form of the Tyrant Sword - Create the world!"
Mo Yan's eyes exuded a sharp cold light, and his whole body was like a sword unsheathed. The entire sky seemed to be dyed silver by the leaking sword energy. Coupled with the overwhelming energy and arrogance, Mo Yan's attack??, reaching the top at this moment!
Ji Qianqiu's hands kept changing, and the golden feather fan in his right hand unexpectedly became extremely huge. Just like Mo Yan's sword, the void stood in front of him, and the golden light continued to grow, as if he was competing with Mo Yan. , about the same
"Two thousand years ago, you were defeated in my hands, and two thousand years later, you will still be defeated in my hands!"
Ji Qianqiu's eyes suddenly brightened, and the paleness on his face disappeared, replaced by a strange kind of violence and bloodthirsty.
"rise!"
With a green and brown sound, a huge golden feather fan suddenly rose into the sky. Ji Qianqiu's hands were shaped into palms and rubbed continuously. In the palms of both hands, violent airflow surged out, forming a ball of thunder and lightning, and At the same time, the feather fan continued to rotate and tumble in mid-air, making a horrifying sound, like a ghost locking its soul.
At this moment, Mo Yan's tyrannical sword came out of thin air, carrying roaring arrogance and Mo Yan's deep resentment. It made a loud scream and a horrifying sound, as if the heaven and earth were torn apart. It seemed like it was cutting the heaven and the earth apart.
Falling from the sky!
One silver and one gold!
Two extremely violent rays of light came towards us, and a violent roaring sound was made in an instant.
"Wow!"
The bright light shone everywhere, and there were extremely mournful sounds and endless explosions. Lin Nantian felt a painful buzzing in his ears. White lights flashed in front of his eyes. His mind suddenly became extremely chaotic. If it weren't for him, His willpower was so strong that he almost fainted from the strong impact of the airflow.
Mo Yan¡¯s sword, Ji Qianqiu¡¯s feather fan.
Who is better?
The answer was known in an instant.
After a brief collision and a moment of stalemate, the golden light in the sky gradually gained the upper hand. The silver light kept trembling, as if out of control, but also with fear. After the fierce light, in the void, golden light The yellow feather fan has completely suppressed Ba Dao. Just like the masters of the two, Ji Qianqiu's expression is even more sad and ferocious, like a demon king. On the contrary, Mo Yan's face is very pale, his body is twitching slightly, and his mouth is There were blood stains everywhere, and it was obvious that he could no longer hold on.
"Oh shit!"
Mo Yan cursed angrily, but the look in his eyes did not give up. Instead, he became even more fierce. His whole body was like an enraged lion, with bushy hair and short, slender hair soaring into the sky, seeming to overwhelm him. His mood was fully revealed at this moment. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Lin Nantian, who was half lying on the ground and seemed to be unconscious. A trace of determination flashed deep in Mo Yan's eyes. He gritted his teeth tightly and shouted loudly!
Suddenly, Mo Yan's momentum doubled. A lot of blood suddenly oozed from the corners of his mouth. His cheeks instantly turned from pale to red. His brows shone with silvery light. His hands became extremely thick, and his violent muscles seemed to stretch his skin. It looked like it was broken, the veins were exposed, and the blood vessels seemed to be stretched
Ji Qianqiu sensed something was wrong with Mo Yan at the first moment, and her face immediately changed, and the blood in her eyes became mixed with anger and horror.
"Damn it, why is this bastard Mo Yan so crazy? He actually hurts himself!"
Although he was angry in his heart, Ji Qianqiu did not dare to be careless at all. Forced by helplessness, a trace of cruelty and unyielding flashed in the depths of his eyes. His whole person's arrogance suddenly surged, and the golden light suddenly lit up again, although the increase was not as strong as the silver light. , but it should not be underestimated.
Mo Yan's face was extremely sacred, without any expression. At this moment, he completely ignored his life and death.
It¡¯s just for one thing.
Win, he wants to win!
Death, what¡¯s so scary? What¡¯s scary is living in misery!
He doesn¡¯t want to, he wants to avenge all the members of the Sword Sect and leave the last trace of flame for the Sword Sect!
"Go to hell, Ji Qianqiu!"
"The fourth form of the Tyrant Sword - Annihilation!"
Just as Ji Qianqiu said, Mo Yan was crazy, really crazy. The essence and blood in his body burned in an instant, turning into the strength of his whole body and the incomparably pure energy, which transformed the relationship between him and Ji Qianqiu. The gap was greatly shortened in an instant, and the silver light in the sky, which was at a complete disadvantage, rushed up in an instant, and even suppressed the golden light for a time, as if it had become the main theme.
The most terrifying thing is a strong man like Mo Yan who puts life and death at risk!
Even though Ji Qianqiu is stronger than him, but they are both Jiu Yuan Lei Tribulation Sanren and are the top beings in the Martial God Continent, the gap is actually not too far apart. Mo Yan's essence and blood exploded, and with a desperate blow, his potential was completely burned, and he finally had the best chance to win this battle.
"Boom!"
A dull but shocking scream rose up, as if a powerful bomb exploded in the center of the ground, causing the entire ground to tremble and tremble.
This is the most powerful trick Mo Yan has learned in the past two thousand years!
The sky turned dark and terrifying in an instant, as if darkness was coming and the end was beginning. Ji Qianqiu's face became horrified, and his expression was full of panic. Even though he was extremely powerful and invincible, but in Mo Yan's case He was indeed defeated in the desperate fighting style.
If not for anything else, it¡¯s because he¡¯s not good enough as Mo Yan¡ª¡ª
Ruthless!
He completely threw away his life!
Ji Qianqiu himself had been seriously injured in the battle with Lin Nantian. After all, the three-revolving soul-seizing nail was a ninth-grade magic weapon. It was absolutely impossible to say that there would be no impact if he was hit directly. However, given Ji Qianqiu's strength It's not fatal, it looks like a minor injury, but in fact it's just Ji Qianqiu holding on, and the real injury is far more serious than it seems.
If not, how could he allow Mo Yan to provoke him again and again!
He had already used all his strength to kill him.
? One wrong move will result in a loss for the whole game.
Ji Qianqiu originally hoped that Mo Yan would retreat despite the difficulties, but she didn't expect that Mo Yan was so shrewd that he truly seized the slightest opportunity and turned the impossible into a possibility.
Thunder and lightning flashed across the dark sky, and the original day turned into night.
This is true annihilation.
It is a soul-destroying song that buries Ji Qianqiu.
Mo Yan was lying on his back on the shattered martial arts ring. The ruddy face on his face had long turned into a deep pale color. The blow just now had exhausted all his strength. His body was completely disabled, and only the remaining consciousness remained. It remains, but it will disappear in a short time.
But Mo Yan did not regret it, and there was no unwillingness in his eyes. Instead, there was a slight smile on his face. It was a feeling of revenge, and a real sense of relief.
In order to kill Ji Qianqiu and avenge hundreds of thousands of wronged souls from the Sword Sect, Mo Yan would rather die than let Ji Qianqiu go.
From the corner of his eye, he looked at Lin Nantian who seemed to be moving slightly. A look of relief flashed across Mo Yan's face. He frowned slightly and grinned, gathering the last bit of energy in his body and converging into dots of white light, which shot out from the fingers of his left hand. , turned into a beam of light and hit Lin Nantian who was lying not far away.
"Wow!"
The white beam hit Lin Nantian, but it did not have any lethality. Instead, it wrapped Lin Nantian and condensed into a milky white shield outside his body.
Lin Nantian, who was originally unconscious, suddenly became agitated, and his mind seemed to become much clearer. His body, which was originally burdened and heavy, seemed to become lighter, trembling slightly, and his hands and feet seemed to become more flexible, as if they were It¡¯s like I¡¯ve got my things back¡
Mo Yan glanced at Lin Nantian from the corner of his eye, watching him gradually resume his actions, grinning slightly, feeling very satisfied.
However, in an instant, the smile on his face froze, his eyes were dull and unbelievable, his whole body was cold and trembling, but he could not move at all.
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