Chapter 29 The First Battle of the Xiaodao League

(Today is the 12th day of Erbao. According to the custom here, Liu Dao has to invite relatives to dinner, slightly slightly)

war!

war!

war!

On Mo Luoye's body, strands of magic patterns shone, emitting a dark light, making Mo Luoye look full of evil.

The two fists are violent, carrying the great power of darkness and flames, blasting nine heavy fists continuously, each punch is extremely powerful, like a black fire meteor, full of amazing and incomparable destructive power, smashing the space in front of it into pieces , To smash the body of War Demon into pieces.

Facing such a crazy and violent Mo Luoye, Zhan Mo didn't evade his edge at all, nor did he have the slightest intention to dodge. He adopted a tough approach, holding the blood-colored long knife in his hand, holding the knife in both hands, and repeatedly raised it and cut it again. Every strike is as fast as lightning, and every strike contains extremely powerful strength, and the murderous intent is condensed.

Nine layers of killing knife!

The fifth knife, the sixth knife.

Suddenly, War Demon raised his saber, and the bloody light shone, becoming more and more dazzling, as if there was a smear of blood hitting it like water.

Ninefold Killing Knife Seventh Knife!

In an instant, the blade disappeared, only a violent and cold blood-colored thunder shot down in the air.

cut!

The strength of Mo Luoye's fist was cut through immediately, and the knife was as powerful as a bamboo, cutting towards Mo Luoye's chest fiercely. Unleash stronger strength, unleash punches,

Booming towards the saber light, while blocking the saber light, Mo Luoye also slid back.

He lifted it up one step at a time, stepped forward again, and landed heavily as if carrying endless gunpowder smoke.

With a bang, the ground shook and shattered under his feet, bursting out with a terrifying force, and the War Demon slashed out again.

The seventh knife!

The inheritance of the Eternal Battle Fort is closely related to the will to fight. The stronger the will to fight, the more powerful the battle will be.

At the beginning, Zhanmo and Moluoye could only be evenly matched, but with the continuous fighting, Moluoye was unable to defeat Zhanmo, but instead aroused Zhanmo's fighting spirit. With his fighting spirit, he broke the realm of the nine-fold killing sword Shackles, cast the seventh knife.

After all, the third layer of Wanxiang Zhengong corresponds to the fifth and sixth swords.

Obviously, Zhan Mo doesn't have Chen Zong's savvy, his extraordinary savvy and unmatched foundation in martial arts, but he also has his own strengths. As long as he is in the battle, he will not be defeated all at once, and he will continue to fight Going on, the fighting will will continue to accumulate, and his combat power will also increase accordingly.

The more you fight, the stronger you get!

This is the characteristic of the disciples of Eternal War Castle.

Therefore, when fighting against the people of the Eternal Battle Fort, it is best to defeat and kill them from the very beginning, otherwise, the longer the time drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be.

Of course, this kind of growth is not unlimited, otherwise, in that void, the position of the Heavenly Palace of Mind would be replaced by the Eternal Battle Fortress.

Unlimited battles!

Mo Luoye was terrified and furious. This low life that was fighting with him was like a lunatic, and what was frightening was that the more he fought, the more courageous he seemed to become. Gradually, he felt the pressure coming heavily.

One's own strength is constantly being consumed, but the opponent's strength seems to be unused. Not only does the attack not weaken at all, but the power contained in each knife is increasing. The extent of the increase is not obvious, but under the continuous accumulation , it becomes more and more terrifying.

One ebbs and another!

Suddenly, the eyes under the mask of the war demon burst out an incomparably sharp light, that sharp light was like the tip of a knife, piercing through everything and tearing everything apart, and the terrifying fighting spirit gathered together.

The blood-colored long knife was raised high, as if connecting the sky and the earth, a blood-colored energy impacted on the knife, and it was about to soar into the sky, breaking through the sky.

The tyrannical and unparalleled power is condensed on the blade.

"The eighth knife!" A violent shout came from under the mask of the war demon, like thunder rolling.

The eighth cut of the Ninefold Killing Knife!

Suddenly, everyone around was shocked.

The cultivation base of the third stage of the Vientiane True Kung Fu was able to use the seventh knife, which is already surprising. Now, it is shocking to be able to use the eighth knife.

You must know that this is the gathering place for the top geniuses of the void from all sides. Even Mo Luoye, a top genius who was born in the first sequence of voids, only cultivated the nine-fold Baquan to the first level when he was in the third level of the Vientiane True Kungfu realm. Six punches, but the seventh punch has not yet been mastered.

Now, Zhan Mo made the eighth cut.

The power of the eighth knife was much stronger than that of the seventh knife, and it was even more terrifying. With this knife, Mo Luoye felt that he couldn't stop it, and had a feeling of being split in half, which was extremely horrifying.

"Hurry up." When he was in danger, Mo Luoye shouted in horror.

The moment the voice fell, a ray of black light pierced the sky, shooting towards the sky at an astonishing speed, carrying a terrifying and dark and cold power, as if freezing everything in the world, as soon as it came out, it passed Kilometers, shoot to Zhanmo.

In an instant, the chill hit, and it seemed to burst directly from the bones, which made Zhan Mo terrified. The knife that was originally aimed at Mo Luoye was forcibly reversed, and directly slashed at the dark and cold streamer that was shot from the side.

That is an arrow!

The eighth knife is indomitable, powerful and tyrannical,

War Demon forcibly reversed direction, invisibly hurting himself.

However, if he didn't do this, although he could kill Mo Luoye, he would be hit by that arrow. With his keen perception of countless life-and-death battles, if that arrow hit him, he would probably die.

cut!

Under the tyrannical power of the eighth knife, it seemed to split the void, and also directly split the cold and dark arrow.

At the same time, Mo Luoye also seized the opportunity and punched out.

Fifth punch!

It's not that he doesn't want to cast the sixth punch, but that the timing changes extremely fast, and the speed of the fifth punch will be faster.

This punch directly hit Zhan Mo's body, knocking Zhan Mo away and vomiting blood.

Immediately, the second cold arrow also shot through the air.

Under the joint efforts of the two Demon Races, it is difficult for the tyrannical War Demon to resist, and it seems that they are about to be killed on the spot.

Duan Lingkong knelt on the ground, unable to move, but he could see this scene, his teeth were about to crack and he was helpless, his anger was burning.

It's too late to say it!

When a cold arrow carries terrifying power and shoots towards the head of War Demon, and with the next breath, War Demon will be directly hit on the head and die at the moment because it is difficult to resist.

"Don't try to be fierce." An angry shout was like thunder suddenly exploding, and amidst the rolling and concussion, there was a figure, as agile and swift as an ape, and with an astonishing sense of power, it spanned tens of meters in an instant, and flew past in an instant out.

The moment the voice fell, a purple knife light also flashed instantly, cutting out in the air.

The fifth cut of the Ninefold Killing Knife!

This knife slashed directly on the dark cold arrow, smashing it, and the light of the knife also shattered, but War Demon was saved.

It was Wu Daoyuan, leader of the Xiaodao League, who made the move.

"Demon Race, don't think that we humans are easy to bully." Wu Daoyuan shouted angrily as he stared directly at the Demon Race who was throwing cold arrows in the distance, holding a long purple sword in his hand.

With Wu Daoyuan's help, War Demon immediately had the opportunity to take out Jin Huan Dan and Gui Zhen Dan to heal his injuries and restore his strength.

The fierce battle just now consumed a lot of War Demon's power, but because of the particularity of the Eternal Battle Fort, as long as there is a little power left, it can exert 100% of that power. Affect the exertion of strength.

After the elixir entered his stomach, it melted immediately, and Zhan Mo's injuries and strength were recovering.

Two against two!

"We seem to have been underestimated." A playful voice sounded, and footsteps came at the same time, with regularity, as if stepping on everyone's hearts, only three demon clans joined together. Come here.

Seeing those three people, Wu Daoyuan's pupils shrank like needles, especially for them.

Wu Daoyuan's information is very well-informed, or in other words, he is very concerned about the changes in information, so he recognized these three demons, especially the people who were them.

Mo Yehan!

Why would Wu Daoyuan remember this Mo Yehan, because Mo Yehan is the second batch of arrogances who have exchanged for the third level of Vientiane True Kungfu, and the first batch is the so-called top four.

As for now, this Mo Yehan is said to have exchanged for the fourth level of the Vientiane True Art. As for the authenticity, Wu Daoyuan has not seen it with his own eyes, so he is not 100% sure.

However, the aura carried by the other party is very terrifying, making people extremely afraid.

"Mo Luoye, you are really ashamed." Mo Yehan's gaze flitted lightly, and fell on Mo Luoye's face, with a strong disdain hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his tone was clearly reprimanded.

That's true, before, he was slashed by a low-level life with a sword, and he escaped in a hurry before he died. Now, he was almost slashed by another low-level life, and he might even be slashed to death.

It's fine once, but the second time it's like this, it's not something to be ashamed of.

Mo Luoye couldn't refute, even though his face was ugly.

"It's just the third level. I'm not qualified to make a move. I'll leave it to you." Mo Yehan said to the two demons around him, looking at Wu Daoyuan and Zhan Mo with contempt.

The gap between the fourth level of Wanxiang Zhengong and the third level is obvious, not to mention that he is under such a top-notch arrogance.

"Brother, don't worry, leave it to us." The two demons grinned. They both practiced the third level of the Vientiane Real Kungfu, a little earlier than Mo Luoye.

When it comes to strength, at the same level, it is stronger than Mo Luoye.

Wu Daoyuan's expression was dignified. In fact, he didn't pay much attention to Mo Luoye, because he was sure to defeat or even kill him, but these two demons made Wu Daoyuan feel afraid.

"Leader, I'm here." A stern voice sounded, and immediately, Lu Xiu, who was carrying a long stick, appeared beside Wu Daoyuan in a flash, exuding a tyrannical aura.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind whistled, and a sky-blue figure appeared beside Wu Daoyuan, as if coming from the wind.

Feng Lan!

Wu Daoyuan's establishment of the Xiaodao League is not a secret. Many races know it, and naturally everyone recognizes it. These are the leader and two deputy leaders of the Xiaodao League.

"Zhan Mo, after this battle, I invite you to be the fourth deputy leader of the Xiaodao League." Wu Daoyuan looked at Zhan Mo and said.

"Little Daomeng, after today, there will be no more." Mo Yehan smiled coldly, and the battle was imminent.

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