The moment the foot stopped, both of them shot again.

Whether it is the foot bone has been cracked, or the chest is still being attacked by the sword's thousand cold, it seems that the pain is not aware, the fiery color of the two people's faces, are quite amazing.

Under such a terrible and dangerous battle, the two still showed such a look.

The two figures approached quickly, and in countless eyes, they collided together.

The sword carried the boundless sharp cut, a thousand cold left hand lifted, and even held directly towards the phagod sword.

Even with the protection of Jinwu War armor, the practice of thousands of colds still makes people's eyelids jump, especially the people in the wind and thundercotta, even more worried.

The sword is the sharpest force in the world, which can cut everything off, even if it is a golden armour, it cannot be said to be hard in front of the sword, which can be seen from the scene of thousands of cold chests at this time.

Tink!

The sword is hindered by the golden wu armor, slightly slowing the rate of decline, but it is still moving forward.

“Brother!”

The disciples below the wind and thunder Pavilion could not help exhaling, if the sword of the ate was cut down, the thousand cold left hand could be scrapped.

“Stop it for me!”

A thousand cold roars, the power of life and death explodes like never before, and the real fire of the sun is also pouring up.

The sword sipped into the hands of a thousand cold hands, but finally stopped in front of that force.

The sword is very strong, but it also needs to cooperate with the strength of Mo Wei himself to fully exert its strength.Now the state of Mo is too low to fully exert the true power of the sword.

So, a thousand cold left hands have been soaked with blood, the meridians and flesh were completely destroyed by this sword, and the severe pain invaded his brain.

“Jin Wu shakes the ground!”

The heart is cold, a thousand cold hands are raised, and then they are hard to catch the next.

The spiritual force is crazy, and the cold right hand is like the real golden feet at this time, a very amazing breath, with his right paw towards the left of the chest.

In the face of a fierce and powerful atmosphere, everyone is discolored for it, even the many older generation strongmen who are watching this battle outside the light curtain are extremely moving.This level of offensive is unbearable even for some Nirvana people.

Mo's face changed slightly, and he wanted to retrieve the spirit-eating sword, but found that the spirit-eating sword was as difficult to move as if it was caught by an iron pliers.

The face is fierce, and the left hand is sealed with one hand.

The spirit, the power of the soul and the power of the blood fused together again, a cyan handprint and a turquoise handprint emerged, and in the next moment it was water-to-the-water fusion, and powerful fluctuations emanated from this imprint.

“The Civil Seal!”

Anger, Mo pushed away from his left hand, and directly smashed this green and yellow handprint on the claw.

Blow up!

At the moment of the impact, the violent shock wave broke out.

In the shock wave, Mo left directly spewed a mouthful of blood, white as a piece of paper, directly like a shell on the ground, and constantly shot at the back, pulling a deep trace above the ground in the field of the fighting field.

Without the meaning of the sword, the strength of Mo's departure is relatively cold, or much worse.

But a thousand cold is not good, that a powerful fluctuation is also directly bombarded on his body, so that his body is also flying out, pale.

Mo’s body stopped and stood up.

Thousands of colds used their spiritual powers to force their bodies to stop and hover in the air for a little breath.

At this time, Mo is still flowing blood from the corners of the mouth, and the blood is constantly oozing out everywhere, and the whole body's bones are broken in many places, which looks quite sad.Although a thousand cold looks much better than Mo, but the eyes of the virulent people are on the thousands of cold and low-hanging left hand.

The left hand of a thousand cold, the inside has been almost completely destroyed, it takes not a long time to repair, that is to say, in a short period of time, his left hand is wasted, and a hundred thousand cold body is also not lightly injured, the real situation is actually not much better than Mo left.

The two men fought so fiercely that they could not help but take a cold breath.

Mo away from the cough, slowly wipe off the blood of the corners of the mouth, the heart secretly sighed a thousand cold hard, their own fierce.

Under his sword, if the left hand is a little careless and cold, it is possible to really waste, and it can not be restored by any means.A thousand cold can not know this, but still in this way of losing, do not care about the body, just in order to be able to defeat Mo left.

But now, it seems that the practice of a thousand cold is still useful, at least not far from the current injury seems to be more serious than him.

But only the middle-aged man of the Heavenly Pavilion, shaking his head slightly, seems to disagree with the practice of a thousand cold.Because ordinary people do not know that the strength of the sword is not its destructive power, but its continuous strength.

The sword is eternal, the person who has the meaning of the sword, the heart is not damaged, the sword is immortal.

But every monk’s spiritual strength, blood and blood, and life and death are exhausted.

In order to let Mo leave seriously injured, a thousand cold just used the force of life and death to force the front of the sword, the cost is the temporary disability of his left hand and the huge consumption of his life and death power.

The consumption of life and death power will only accelerate the time of thousands of cold defeats.

But what makes the middle-age monk somewhat uncertain is that he wants to resist the attack of thousands of colds at this time, and he can only make the power blend, and this consumption is also extremely large, and I do not know how long he can survive.

I know this very well, but he is not worried.

Without warning, the two people in the distance dragged their broken bodies and shot at each other.

Even in the case of serious injury, the speed of the two people is almost impossible to see clearly, and there is only a few meters between the blinkers.

At that moment, a very strong spiritual force suddenly burst out of a thousand cold bodies, directly into hundreds of huge golden claws, suddenly caught from the sky, the air came a continuous burst sound.

This claws are rolling enough to break the mountain stone.

What he did was very simple, he held a spirit sword gently to pick up, a sharp hundred swords rising to the sky.The hundred sword lights seemed to cut off the space, not yet close, and there was already a crack in the claws.

The next moment, a sword collided.

Jinwu's claws were cut in half, and there was a crack in the light of the hundred swords, and the powerful impact exploded from the air, and the two attacks dissipated into the invisible.

The wave of terror swept away, and the people around them were all over the air under that kind of oppression, and their eyes were full of fear.

A thousand cold and only moving right hand roared out from his waist, bursting out: "Big day battle fist!"

Endless power coalesced above his fist, a narrow version of the sun slammed with his fist, as if a broken sound came from space.

He held his sword in his hands and was angry.

“The big day!”

Hm!

The colorful colors shine on the sword, the seven spiritual forces of the golden wood water and earth thunder are surging in the body of the spirit sword, the last stage of the "Diantian God Thunder Sword", the first time is displayed in the eyes of the world.

Surprisingly, the seven-line spirit force, let people move the powerful atmosphere, this colorful sword light in the space, a deep black crack in the space with the emergence of the sword light and longer.

No one cares about the crack in space, and everyone is watching the two attacks that gently hit together.

The day swelled, the colorful sword light shook, and the two bloomed endlessly, shining the whole battle.

The breath of terror emanates from between the two, making people tremble.

However, this terrible atmosphere of confrontation did not have any effect on the two people, and under the endless light, the two people's bodies hit each other fiercely.

Bang!Bang!

Tink!Tink!

A fist hit the body, a wispy sword light cut on the golden armour.

Blood spilled from the sky, and the two breaths gradually languished, but the war was unprecedented.

In the sky, the two fought for dozens of rounds in a very short time.The fear of seeing people was shocked, but the heart was suddenly agitated, and the nose was suddenly sour.

Under the colorful light, the two roads, regardless of life and death, were deeply engraved in the minds of the people at this time, and they could never be forgotten.

But in this case, no one can see how this confrontation between the two will be.

The fierce battle has completely entered the white heat, and every sword punch is hit by no merciless blow on the two people, and the power of terror has no leeway to break out in the two.

The two men's attacks became slower and slower, and each sword fell on the opposite side of the time, as if it were getting longer and longer.

“They are tired...”

Such thoughts arise in the hearts of people.

The bones of the body are everywhere, the golden wow war is full of cracks and the body is pierced many times cold, and every blow at this time seems to be used as hard as to be squandered.But the two men's attacks fell on each other.

“The Lord!”

His eyes were red, and Lin Wu suddenly roared.

“Brother!”

A student of the wind thunderstorm also roared.

“The Lord!”

“Brother!”

At this time, many children of the Alliance and the wind and thundercotta have been unable to describe their mood in words, and they can only express their uneasiness and pride through constant roar.

Yes, proud.

Ask anyone who has such a fighting power, such a will, so that people's blood boiling infectious power.

There were only two people on the stage as if they were about to run out of oil.

Blow up!

The sword light and the day finally broke out completely, and the power of terror bombarded the two people nearby.

The two men's bodies did not resist, were blown up by this force, and smashed on the ground.