Immortal Mortal

Mo Wuji sneered in his heart, a Da Luoxian early stage, he was really fearless. What's the use of having a higher cultivation base than him? You have to be stronger than him. This purple-robed boy's divine sense was indeed strong, but Mo Wuji didn't think he was stronger than himself. He dared to stand here to stop the other party because he was not afraid that the other party was Da Luoxian.

After he was promoted to Dayixian, he really wanted to find a Daluoxian to try his sword, and the purple-robed boy in front of him was just right. If it wasn't for his temperament, he would have let the three people he stopped go away first. No matter what, he didn't want to implicate the lives of these three people because of himself, this was not his principle.

Leave the shuttle, take off one arm and get out. The purple-robed boy said coldly.

The murderous intent in his eyes made Mo Wuji very clear that even if he did what the purple-robed boy said, the other party would not let him go.

Mo Wuji didn't even bother to say anything this time. With one hand, he drew out the long knife, and at the same time, a blade glow swept out.

Sooner or later you have to do it, why bother talking nonsense?

The sword light burst out and turned into fine sand all over the sky, and these fine sands soon condensed into a desert.

Seeing Mo Wuji's saber strike, the purple-robed boy narrowed his eyes. Just from Mo Wuji's saber movement, he knew that the opponent's strength was far beyond the comparison of Gai Guangyi and the three of them.

This knife brought out a vast desert, and the Xichahai under his feet disappeared without a trace, and there were only boundless killings sweeping across.

Every grain of sand in the desert is full of murderous aura, and these murderous auras are condensed together.

The purple-robed boy became dignified, his body was tumbling with celestial energy, and the Daluo Immortal Realm was like waves hitting Mo Wuji one after another.

Following him, he also grabbed a long knife. With a flick of the long knife, it turned into thousands of glazed lights and enveloped Mo Wuji's desert.

Mo Wuji's Dao of the Sword is indeed powerful. From the perspective of the purple-robed boy, Mo Wuji's cultivation level should not be as high as his. As long as his cultivation was not as high as his, his domain could crush Mo Wuji's. His glazed knife will tell Mo Wuji what the real way of the knife is.

Boom! The domains of the two of them exploded together, and what the purple-robed boy encountered in the wave domain was not high dikes and dams, but vortices like black holes. No matter how high the waves in his domain were, and no matter how many layers the waves in his domain had, they were all swept away by Mo Wuji's vortex domain, leaving nothing behind.

The purple-robed boy's heart sank, he understood just because of the collision of domains. Mo Wuji's strength is definitely not inferior to his. If he adds a few other people, he will be at a disadvantage today.

At this moment, the domain was suppressed, so he could only rely on his own Dao of the sword to resist Mo Wuji head-on.

The purple-robed boy was sure that Mo Wuji would not be a Daluoxian, and a monk whose cultivation level was not as big as a Daluoxian could actually resist him head-on. If word of this got out, would Wan Ping be ashamed?

Boom boom boom! The myriad of glazed brilliance of the colored glaze knife and Mo Wuji's desert killing intent collided once again, and the murderous aura in the desert collapsed, but the desert stretched further and further. Similarly, the myriad of glazed brilliance also disappeared.

Liuli Kill! The purple-robed boy's face was full of murderous intent, even though he didn't have the slightest advantage in his field and the first duel, he still didn't retreat, but rushed towards Mo Wuji instead.

A dazzling killing intent blade light suddenly appeared above the sea, with a unique aura and blade intent in the dazzling light. At this moment, whether it was Mo Wuji's divine sense or Mo Wuji's gaze, they were all imprisoned by the dazzling light of the saber intent, and he couldn't perceive everything around him.

The three people who were watching the battle from a distance even fell into this beautiful and dazzling light. They had never seen such a beautiful light, no, it should be that they had never seen such a beautiful knife light, just like the most beautiful glass.

When they realized that this was not Liuli, but Liuli Sha, their eyes and divine sense could no longer see anything.

Mo Wuji was not them. When he couldn't see, he simply closed his eyes. At this moment, he didn't even open his spiritual eyes. Even if he knew that after the spiritual eyes were opened, he could see everything in front of him clearly, but for Mo Wuji, he didn't need it.

The gray long knife in his hand slashed out for the second time, the second knife he comprehended, Changhe!

When he was fighting against the Jinyiren, he didn't use his second sword. Now he is not the same as before, he is a real Dayixian monk. A Dayixian monk who pioneered meridian cultivation.

Under the glow of the purple-robed boy's glazed sword, Mo Wuji's desert finally completely collapsed, but at the same time, a bright galaxy greeted the glow of the purple-robed boy's glazed sword.

Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls nine days!

At this moment, Mo Wuji's river of swords was the Milky Way that fell from the nine heavens. This Milky Way seemed to come from outside the sky, and directly engulfed the dazzling glazed sword light.

Beautiful, tragic, surging, and somewhat arrogant...

This was the first time Mo Wuji had truly used Changhe, but the shock Changhe gave him was more than ten times stronger than what he had expected before.

At most, his knife is just the superficial comprehension of Chang He's supernatural powers. The supernatural power of a superficial knife is so powerful. If he fully comprehends Chang He, even if he is an immortal king, he will dare to fight recklessly now.

Maybe it was an illusion at that time, and it was this illusion that made Mo Wuji extremely ambitious, with an indomitable momentum and mind.

If it was said before, he just felt that the purple-robed boy was only stronger than him, but not stronger than him. Now Mo Wuji already had enough confidence to defeat the purple-robed boy, no matter whether this confidence matched his strength or not, Mo Wuji's feeling at the moment had reached an extreme.

Clang! It was obviously the aura of the sword glow, but it made a sound of metal and iron that almost tore the space.

Although the space is stable and there will be no cracks due to the fight between the two, the three people watching the battle from a distance still feel the violent vibration of the surrounding space.

Pfft! A vague bloody light exploded, and the purple-robed boy felt his glazed saber melt away in an instant, and then an extreme feeling of emptiness surged, his brows felt slightly cold, and he retreated crazily.

Mo Wuji was equally uncomfortable. His Changhe was obviously several grades higher than the opponent's Liulisha, but because of his lack of cultivation, Changhe's comprehension was still in its infancy. Cast out the feeling.

Chang He obviously still had enough power, but he couldn't cause fatal damage to the opponent.

Not only that, but his hands were still trembling slightly. It made him unable to continue to perform the third sword, the setting sun.

Mo Wuji took a deep breath, he was sure that if he continued to cast the setting sun just now, the purple-robed boy would not be able to get away no matter what, and would fall directly under his knife. No, there is no need to use the setting sun, as long as his long river can be fully used, the knife just now did not cut a bloodstain between the eyebrows of the purple-robed boy, but directly split the opponent in half.

You are very strong, but do you know who I am? The purple-robed boy put away his arrogance, and the faint bloodstains on the center of his brow disappeared.

He knew that even if Mo Wuji's strength was not as good as his, he couldn't keep Mo Wuji. Not to mention keeping Mo Wuji, even if Mo Wuji was defeated in battle, it might not be possible. The light bloodstain on the center of the eyebrow just now explained the problem. The young man in front of him is much stronger than him in the way of the sword. If it wasn't for his inferior cultivation, it would be Wan Ping who is running for his life today.

Mo Wuji smiled faintly, ignored the purple-robed boy in front of him, but looked down at the long gray knife in his hand.

To be honest, his knife is a little behind. He didn't have the absolute upper hand just now, and it had something to do with the knife in his hand. The level of his knife is too low compared to his supernatural power.

Why haven't the three of you left yet? Mo Wuji noticed the three onlookers.

The bearded middle-aged man hurried forward and bowed to Mo Wuji, My friend made a move for the three of us. If we just leave like this, how can we be regarded as human beings? Even if we lose, we will Wait until your friends leave before leaving.

Knowing that he was no match for the purple-robed boy, but saying such a thing made Mo Wuji look at him differently.

Seeing that Mo Wuji didn't bother to pay attention to himself, the purple-robed boy was furious, but Mo Wuji was not afraid of him at all, so he could only suppress his inner anger, and then said, I am an immortal Wanping, from Zero Heaven Immortal Realm. Dahao Xianmen. Friends, are you sure you want to fight against my Dahao Xianmen?

It's good that Mo Wuji didn't listen to Dahao's Immortal Gate, but when he heard about Dahao's Immortal Gate, his heart immediately became murderous.

He was the one who killed Bai Chitian of Dahao Immortal Sect, and he was hunted down by Wan Fan during the Yongying Immortal Territory elixir competition, and almost fell into the opponent's hands. In other words, if it wasn't for his flying shuttle and some abilities, he would have been killed by Wan Fan.

What about Dahao Xianmen? If he wanted to kill Mo Wuji, he had to pay back.

My friend, Jin Yusheng, the Supreme Elder of the Dahao Immortal Sect, is a strong man in the late stage of the Immortal Emperor. Also, Wan Fan, the suzerain of the Dahao Immortal Sect, is Wan Ping's uncle. Those. The middle-aged man with a beard hurriedly sent a voice transmission to Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji stared at Wan Ping, thinking that he was really looking for death, no matter what, he would kill this guy today.

Thinking of this, he sent a voice transmission to the bearded middle-aged man and said, When I do it later, the three of you will also help me hold this guy back. Of course, if you don't dare to offend Dahao Immortal Sect, Then please go ahead, I’ll just stay here by myself.”

The middle-aged man with a full beard laughed, Don't say that the friend stayed here for the three of us, even if it wasn't, why should I, Gai Guangyi, be afraid of dealing with the people from the Dahao Immortal Sect? Wu Nian, Ji Cai, Go together!

After speaking, he rushed towards Wanping without waiting for Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji appreciated it even more in his heart, this guy was not only smart but also decisive. Obviously, he knew that he was going to kill someone to silence him, so he rushed forward. Mo Wuji, who was about to kill Wan Ping, naturally wouldn't let the three of them go to their deaths. He directly crossed the distance of the space, and slashed out again.