The more King Mo fought, the more surprised he was.

Although from the bright side, he seemed to have the upper hand steadily, and basically suppressed Liu Zhengyang to death under this attack frequency.

Is this really the case?

King Mo knew very well what he was playing against Liu Zhengyang now. Although he had the upper hand at the beginning, the moves that could have caused Liu Zhengyang some trouble have now become a little ordinary.

In particular, the feedback from the Sabre Sword clearly showed that Liu Zhengyang's state was in a very strange situation at this time.

He has never encountered this situation!

King Mo suddenly withdrew and backed away, no longer with a knife, but looked at Liu Zhengyang intently and vigilantly.

Liu Zhengyang's eyes were a little loose. Although he looked sluggish in the air, King Mo did not dare to be careless. He took a deep breath and decided that he could not delay any longer.

Now Liu Zhengyang's strange state gave him a very uneasy feeling.

King Mo tightly held the saber with both hands, holding his breath, and King Mo's palace began to shake violently.

As the palace swayed, white stripes appeared on the ground.

And when the stripes were shining brightly, if you met the servant standing on it, before he could react, he would freeze him in place almost instantly!

Such a weird scene will inevitably make people take a breath.

But the servant still didn't dare to move, and could only pray that there would be no white light under his feet!

As the white light continued to flicker, thick frost began to condense on the ground, and a wave of cold air rushed into King Mo's body.

"Liu Zhengyang! Don't pretend to be a ghost here! Today I will let you taste the power of my Xue Kuang Dao!"

King Mo screamed, and then the saber in his hand suddenly crossed in front of him: "Thirteen blows of wind and snow!"

Accompanied by a loud shout from him.

The saber knife in his hand was as light as a feather, and it slashed at Liu Zhengyang in a violent storm.

Liu Zhengyang still looked dull.

But when the saber slicing with the power of frost came to his head, Liu Zhengyang began to subconsciously counterattack.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

A series of clinking sounds sounded, and the blood dragon spear in Liu Zhengyang's hand almost subconsciously blocked the saber. He Fangcai's situation was exactly the same, and there was no change because of King Mo's outbreak.

This scene made King Mo feel horrified.

This thirteen blows of the wind and snow will accumulate surging power with every blow. When they are completely stacked, such an attack basically possesses the mighty power of an avalanche!

And the final blow of the thirteen blows of the wind and snow is also just to deal with such a scene!

"avalanche!"

King Mo was not reconciled. He had never encountered a weird opponent like Liu Zhengyang, and he was still distracted in the face of his own tyrannical attack. This is contempt! This is contempt for him!

"cut!"

The last move was to condense the power of the previous twelve moves into a tyrannical blow, and the frost that had originally condensed on the saber suddenly shattered.

Then it turned into a huge white wave and directly rushed towards Liu Zhengyang with the billowing snow.

The sky became dark in a moment.

The yellow cloth strip was really taken aback.

He also survived in this northwest, but he did not expect that there would be such a powerful King Mo in the northwest!

This is beyond his expectations!

"Good fellow, this is really a battle between dragons and tigers!" The yellow cloth strip couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and his gaze was subconsciously looking at the figure engulfed by the wind and snow.