Moton snorted and said, "Then you can let the horse come!"

call--

A horrible breath erupted from Mo Tong's body, and a star burst into the sky, and he directly used the astrology.

A Ye Xing stepped on his head. This was already the limit that Moton could tolerate. He could not tolerate a second person to challenge his position.

Ying Xiangyang's challenge completely inspired Mo Tong's anger, and his strength broke out.

"Hehehe ...!"

Ying Xiangyang sneered, and didn't pay much attention to the horrific atmosphere erupting from Motong.

Ying Xiangyang said: "The anger is so great, unfortunately, in this year, your strength has not improved very much. You have anger, no strength, but no good results."

Mo Tong angered: "It's more than enough to deal with your younger generation!"

Ying Xiangyang smiled softly: "Haha ... let you see, what is a true genius!"

While talking, Ying Xiangyang raised his hand and appeared a top-grade spirit sword. At the same time, a star burst from his eyebrow and used the astrology.

The aspect of the Eagle Sun is a hurricane star, reaching the highest grade.

嗖 ——

The hurricane astrology of Ying Xiangyang greatly increased the speed of Ying Xiangyang. His figure flickered and disappeared instantly.

Mo Tong looked suddenly surprised. Ying Xiangyang was too fast. Even he couldn't see the figure of Ying Xiangyang. He could only faintly see a faint figure moving at high speed, bringing out a residual image.

Ying Xiangyang not only possesses a hurricane astrology that can speed up, but his understanding of the general trend of the wind is also far beyond ordinary geniuses.

In terms of speed, even the Jiuxing Master may not be able to reach Ying Xiangyang. The strength of Motong is still in the middle of the Eight Star Masters. Of course, it is difficult to see the figure of Ying Xiangyang.

Mo Tong's look was so severe that Ying Xiangyang appeared at the front and suddenly at the rear. His whereabouts were uncertain, and he could attack from any direction. This made him feel invincible and under great pressure.

"If you want to fight, fight, what a trick!"

Seeing that Ying Xiangyang was slow to attack, Mo Tong gave a cold drink.

If Ying Xiangyang directly attacked him, Moton could lock the opponent's body by fundamental crisis induction, but Ying Xiangyang kept moving fast around him, instead, Moton could not determine the position of Ying Xiangyang. He was always on guard and alert. It's depressed.

"Haha ... are you so anxious to fail? I'll make you perfect!"

Ying Xiangyang laughed. The sound came from almost all directions. As soon as the voice fell, seven empty sounds rang out from the sky.

The Seven Sword Swords, from different directions and at different angles, killed Mo Tong at the same time.

Need for Lingwu-Sky Eagle Eighteen Swords!

The eagle changed its direction and stabbed the seven swords in an instant.

Blood Claw!

Mo Tong's hands glowed red, he cast fierce blood claws, grabbed them quickly, and shattered the seven swords.

"You just have the ability?" Mo Tong drank coldly.

"Hehe, it was just an appetizer, and now it's real!"

Ying Xiangyang's voice sounded, and Jian Guang followed.

For a moment, the twelve swords of light, all directions from front to back, left and right, all of them were swordsmen, killing Motong.

Mo Tong ’s pupils shrank, and the sense of crisis was flourishing. When the seven swords slaughtered at the same time, he could easily resist it. However, Ying Xiangyang killed the twelve swords from different directions in an instant. a feeling of.

After all, this is a sword falcon killed from different directions. If it is in the same direction, even if dozens of swords are killed at the same time, Mo Tong may not be able to resist it. But now, Mo Tong feels his life in danger.

"Bloodstorm!"

Mo Tong yelled loudly and exhibited the tricks in the fierce blood claws. The claw shadows grasped in all directions, as if they were blowing a **** storm.

Dangdang Dangdang ...

Suddenly, ten sounds were heard, and ten swords were blocked by Mo Tong.

However, there are twelve swords that have been killed!

嗖 ——

While Mo Tong was performing the Blood Shadow Storm, the figure moved. He shattered ten sword puppets. The figure shot out from a safe point of view instantly, and the other two sword puppets failed.

"Wait for this moment of your break!"

The voice of Ying Xiangyang came, accompanied by the sound of a terrible sword wren.

call out--

The empty air wave split into two halves in an instant, and the sky seemed to be cut by this sword, and the horrible sword cricket instantly split into Motong.

This sword is not only a long-range sword attack, Ying Xiangyang holding the best spiritual sword, directly killed it, it is the sword of the most powerful!

The speed of this sword surpassed any previous sword. Mo Tong looked horrified, and hurriedly turned the star badger to form a body shield, so as to avoid grabbing a claw, the sword badger had already killed him.

As soon as the claws were condensed and formed, they were instantly split by the sword, and the shield was divided into two under the best sword of the best soldiers.

The sword of the best soldier was severely smashed on Mo Tong. Mo Tong grunted, vomiting blood, and his figure exploded.

Motong wore a spirit-level defensive inner armor. The blade did not cut the inner armor to hurt the flesh. However, the terrorist power contained in the sword was passed to Motong's body and wounded the inner concubine. .

Ying Xiangyang stood up with his sword in his face, with a proud expression on his face, and said, "I, Ying Xiangyang, is the first day of East Shenzhou, genius? In front of Ying Xiangyang, who would dare call it a genius?"

Mo Tong was smashed a kilometer away by the sword of Xiangyang Yang, his face was pale, and he quickly ate a healing Lingdan, and his complexion improved.

Looking at the arrogant Eagle Xiangyang, Motong's face was iron blue, and he was extremely resentful.

As the pride of the first day, he was smashed again mercilessly, and Ying Xiangyang stepped on his head after Ye Xing.

puff--

Mo Tong spit out blood again, but this time it was not caused by Ying Xiangyang, but a sigh of depression in his heart had nowhere to go ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He was vomiting blood with anger.

However, after vomiting blood, the depression in my heart also dissipated a lot. Looking at the proud eagle Xiangyang, Mo Tong frowned, and a thought suddenly occurred.

Mo Tong hated: "Ying Xiangyang, East Shenzhou's proud name on the first day, but you can't make it!"

Ying Xiangyang stared at Mo Tong with his eyes as a sword, and said, "Even you are my defeated men, who ... or my opponent?"

When he heard the words "Undefeated", Mo Tong's face turned blue, almost twisted, and his heart was extremely angry.

Mo Tong's eyes glanced at Ye Xing, and said, "My descendants of the Blood Front Empire were not me for the first day, but Ye Xing. You want to be the first day of East Shenzhou, and it's still far behind!"

No matter Ye Xing or Ying Xiangyang, Mo Tong was resentful in heart, so as long as the two of them were picked up, one of them would always be injured.

No matter who is injured, Mo Tong's heart is better than now. r1152

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