boom!

The bronze sacred stick smashed, and the blue light was misty. The divine power looked weak, but it was really terrifying. At the same time, it was intertwined with the power of the law, the truth and reason of the inscription, and so on.

Mo Kun was hit in the ribs, and his body flew out in an instant. Even if he was wrapped in the armor, he still suffered a large fracture in that area.

He opened his mouth and spouted a few mouthfuls of blood.

Since the battle, he has suffered real injuries for the first time, which made him angry. The blood on his white face surged and flushed, and the two rounds of blood moon in his eyes became more and more infiltrating.

He ran the exercises, wandered in the void, avoiding some people's attacks, and at the same time constantly retaliated and resisted.

In just a moment, he found the opportunity to slap a sacred innate human race into the air with a tooth for a tooth. The old man went straight down high like a cannonball, and finally smashed to the ground below, shocking the sky with smoke and dust.

Fu Cheng waited for the old man's eyes to be red.

These are all companions who have grown up together since childhood. They are not only relatives, but also old men. The feelings between each other can be imagined.

After a dozen breaths, Mo Kun let out a scream. He was smashed by force, and a divine sword slashed on his skull. Fortunately, it was not a holy sword. Otherwise, he would not die and be miserable.

But despite this, he was uncomfortable, dizzy and at the same time feeling quite humiliated.

boom!

A few more seconds later, Fu Cheng was blasted dozens of miles away with a punch.

However, in the past two seconds, An Long returned blood with blood, made a knife with his hand, and slashed at his neck. In an instant, sparks spattered, his armor was broken, and bleeding eventually appeared.

Both sides were red eyes, and the moves became more fierce. From time to time, someone was wounded and flew away, and Mo Kun was getting more and more injuries, and his battle armor was crippled.

In many places, the fragments of the battle armor were embedded in his flesh and blood, and with every movement, he bleeds outside.

With their cultivation base, if they can take a rest, it only takes a few ten seconds to recover most of their injuries.

However, there is no time.

Not even a second.

Because every second, the two sides have to fight and collide thousands of times, and neither side will give the other any breathing opportunity. Especially on Mo Kun's side, no one would give him a chance to breathe even if he struggled to get injured.

Mo Kun looked up to the sky and roared, his anger to the extreme.

He knows very well that if this continues, small injuries will accumulate into major injuries, and major injuries will accumulate into serious injuries.

But he has nothing to do.

At this moment, all his teammates and companions are not by his side, and no one can help him.

"boom!"

Finally, Lin Feng found a good opportunity for the first time. Mo Kun turned around to deal with other people, revealing his flaws. He was not polite, holding knives in both hands, and stabs forward frantically.

With a puff, the blade of lightning flashed into Mo Kun's back, bringing up a large swath of blood.

"Good boy!" Tai Fei laughed.

The other seniors also showed smiles on their faces.

"Ah!!!" Mo Kun roared, he turned around, but Lin Feng had already drew his sword and ran away, without any intent to be greedy.

This made Mo Kun quite angry.

It was just a humble star-picking realm who attacked him in such a fierce battle and injured him. For him, this was a great shame.

Before he finished the angry roar, he stopped abruptly. The old man Jiang Ji threw the sacred weapon. It was a red gold nine-story pagoda, heavy, like a big world.