"You are the only one who can let me show this form and have the early cultivation level of Guishen.
You are proud enough."
Jinjiao Fenghu looked at Mo Zhiyao and said coldly.
"If this is what you want to say, then you are talking too much nonsense."
Mo Zhiyao took a step across, holding the long stick in front of him, and said coldly.
"Humph" Jinjiao Fenghu snorted angrily when he heard this and stopped talking, with anger rising in his eyes.
Although he said it with disdain, Mo Zhiyao was very cautious in his heart.
The current Golden Horn Falcon's combat power should be similar to his own.
If he is not careful, he may die here.
"Whoa!"
The golden-horned swan flashed, and its whole body turned into a huge blade, which was suddenly slashed from mid-air.
Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed with blood, and the ruthless dragon in his hand turned into a stream of light, rushing into the air and facing the golden-horned swan.
"Boom" a more violent impact sounded, and a completely crazy man and one beast launched the most brutal exchange of bombs in mid-air, each trying to kill the other and then quickly.
"Shua" The long stick of the ruthless dragon created dazzling afterimages, like a peacock spreading its tail, and the dancing electric snakes enveloped the void.
Within a hundred feet of radius, there were all twisted electric snakes.
From time to time, thunderballs were chopped down by golden-horned swans, blasting It hit the ground, causing waves of dust, and the dust dispersed, revealing shocking deep pits.
The golden-horned swan's body rotated, and its golden wings formed a sharp-edged tornado, which collided with the shadow of the ruthless dragon's stick.
The deafening sound resounded through the sky, and the overflowing blade light cut down the black trees below in pieces. .
After Mo Zhiyao successfully swallowed the beard of the thunder beast, the power of thunder and lightning contained in his stick was more than a hundred times stronger than before.
Every time he hit him, the wings of the golden-horned swan were covered with a layer of electric arc. , thus affecting the attack speed and strength of the Golden Horned Pheasant.
Even so, the combat power exerted by the changed form of the Golden-horned Pheasant is obviously much higher than before.
Even now, Mo Zhiyao has not broken through its protective energy and caused substantial damage to it.
"I don't believe I can't break through your turtle shell."
Mo Zhiyao's face was ferocious.
The long stick of the dragon in his hand danced like the wind, exerting 10% of his power.
The shadow of the bloody stick was as evil as a demon, drawing mysterious arcs. , bombarded the golden-horned swan's body-protecting energy.
Each bombardment can create a circle of ripples, but after the force of the stick passes, it returns to its original state.
It's not that Mo Zhiyao doesn't understand this principle with Arrancar.
As long as he hits the same place with several consecutive sticks, he can definitely break through it.
However, Jinjiao Fenghu didn't give him this chance at all.
His wings were dancing like two windmills, and his body movements were erratic, so Mo Zhiyao could only do nothing.
Mo Zhiyao was furious and kept attacking with all his strength.
Jinjiao Fenghu was also beaten terribly.
Even though Jinjiao Fenghu was guarding everything now, every time Mo Zhiyao's bombardment was fierce, not to mention the fierce force, the power of thunder and lightning contained in the stick force alone made him complain endlessly.
Every bombardment made the Golden Horned Falcon's body numb.
After a round of confrontation, the Golden Horned Falcon was more defensive than offensive.
It is estimated that it won't take long before it will completely show its decline.
Seeing Mo Zhiyao fighting more and more fiercely, Jin Jiao Feng Hu's eyes filled with madness.
The wings suddenly waved out a majestic force, forcing Mo Zhiyao in front of him to retreat, and then his body was like lightning, flying hundreds of feet high.
In terms of flight speed alone, Mo Zhiyao, who had just been promoted to the early stage of Guishen, was definitely not as good as the Golden Horned Falcon.
So when he saw the golden-horned swan forcing him back and then fluttering its wings high, Mo Zhiyao did not pursue him and stopped below to watch what happened.
Jinjiao Fenghu looked at Mo Zhiyao below, with a look of absolute despair in his eyes.
Then his wings spread out behind him, and the sharp golden energy around his body surged.
From a distance, it looked like he was wearing a piece of golden armor.
The power of the golden spirit was so rich that it almost condensed into substance.
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When the edges trembled, even the void seemed to be cut open, and the buzzing sound was endless.
"唳" the golden-horned swan let out a long roar, and all the golden feathers on its body came off, like pieces of sharp blades, hanging in the void.
The power of the golden spirit on the outside of his body suddenly converged and attached itself to the golden feathers.
Then the wings of the Golden-horned Pheasant were gathered at its sides, with its head lower than its tail and the golden threaded corners on its forehead pointed at Mo Zhiyao.
The golden feathers gathered around the Golden-horned Pheasant's body in a spiral shape.
From a distance, it looked like a Like a giant pointed cone.
Afterwards, the body of the Golden Horned Pheasant slowly turned, its speed gradually increased, the sound of "Huo Huo" sounded, and its awe-inspiring momentum began to rise sharply.
Mo Zhiyao's eyes narrowed instantly, and a chill filled his heart.
It seems that this blow is the last move of the Golden Horn, and success or failure depends on this move.
"Okay" Mo Zhiyao shouted loudly, with a burning fighting spirit in his eyes.
Head-to-head confrontation has always been Mo Zhiyao's favorite way of fighting.
Pointing the long stick forward, Mo Zhiyao's momentum suddenly exploded, majestic power poured into the stick, and violent arc lightning balls surrounded his body.
A black dragon's shadow appeared behind Mo Zhiyao.
At this moment, the ruthless dragon grew The stick is like the snake message in its mouth, waiting for the opportunity to move.
When it strikes, it will turn into ferocious fangs in an instant.
One person and one beast, rising up and down, raise their momentum to the point where they can lock the target on the opposite side from a distance.
The Shadow Windwing Bat below had a strong look of nervousness in its eyes, staring intently at Mo Zhiyao and the Golden Horned Pheasant above.
With all their momentum and strength reaching their peak, Mo Zhiyao and Jinjiao Fenghu's eyes flashed at the same time, and they launched the final offensive at the same time.
"Golden Cone Destroys the World" The Golden-horned Pheasant's rapidly rotating body caused the strong wind to form a golden tornado.
The tip of the tornado was the threaded horn on its head.
He headed straight for Mo Zhiyao with a sharp sound that broke through the sky.
"The devil cries," Mo Zhiyao yelled violently, and the long stick of the cruel dragon brought out an evil red light.
The stick kept bending slightly, and then straightened, and the force formed was poured into it.
Holding the stick in both hands and raising it above his head, a huge ferocious demon face appeared in front of Mo Zhiyao At the same time, the power of thunder and lightning that Mo Zhiyao exuded from his body actually formed six huge purple thunder balls.
The periphery of the thunder balls was filled with crazy electric arcs, which rotated crazily around the body, and the sound of the sky breaking was shocking.
Charging forward, with fierce strength and a scornful attitude, Mo Zhiyao charged forward bravely to face the golden cone of wind that was heading down.
Two extremely majestic forces collided in one place, but strangely they didn't make the loud noise that they imagined, nor did they even have any energy to escape.
They just collided together so quietly.
Mo Zhiyao's eyes were sharp, and he smashed down the front end of the long stick of the ferocious dragon.
The ferocious demon face opened its huge mouth.
The unrivaled force caused the surrounding void to distort, and there were vague signs of collapse.
The front end of the golden tornado had already entered the Demon Face's mouth.
This was the reason why no sound was made from such a fierce confrontation between the two forces.
Unprecedented, Mo Zhiyao directly began to absorb the spiritual power contained in the opponent's moves.
The golden-horned swan in the golden tornado was so frightened that his body and mind were trembling, and he almost lost his mind.
I had never thought that Mo Zhiyao could perform such a heaven-defying technique.
His attack that could destroy the world was not implemented at all, but like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, he took the initiative to be devoured.
A sharp whistle came out, and the golden-horned bird's eyes turned blood red.
It used all its strength to turn wildly, trying to break free from the mouth of the demon face and escape the fate of being swallowed.
If this is really the case, he will be defeated and die, and Jinjiao Fenghu can die of embarrassment.
The golden tornado was like a wildly dancing golden python, twisting back and forth in mid-air, and the momentum was extremely frightening for a while.
However, the swallowing power of the demon face is extremely huge, and it firmly absorbs the golden tornado, and the golden horned swan is trying to shake it at all.
Feeling the majestic power coming from the gun body, and seeing that the demon face in front of him showed signs of instability, Mo Zhiyao was horrified, and the look in his eyes suddenly sharpened, "Swallow it," and said He shouted violently, and at the same time, the endless demonic power in his body suddenly poured into the body of the violent dragon stick.
The violent suction force acted on the golden tornado, and the tornado that was more than ten feet long was suddenly sucked into a golden tornado that was about ten feet long.
The body of the golden horned swan retreated to the tornado in the center, but still maintains the power of the tornado.
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Feeling that the spiritual power in his whole body was like water bursting from a dam, it poured into the giant mouth of the demon face crazily.
Jinjiao Fenghu's eyes turned red and he screamed repeatedly.
All the power in his body was poured into the tornado without any reservation. among.
Suddenly, the size of the golden tornado expanded again, and the sharp wind was as strong as a knife.
When it rotated, it brought out the slightest cracks in the void.
"Huh, dying struggle."
Mo Zhiyao looked cold, and with a thought, six huge thunder balls floating around him, with a sound of breaking through the air, went straight towards the golden tornado.
"No" a shrill roar came from the mouth of the golden horned bird.
The golden horned bird squeezed out all its potential, and a layer of golden spiritual power that was so rich that it almost became a substance shrouded the golden tornado.
Like a thick layer of spiritual armor "Boom boom boom boom boom boom" The continuous explosions were deafening, and the whole world was shaken by it.
The ground below was bombarded by the violent force, creating huge and ugly cracks.
Countless gravel and sand flew into the sky.
The huge tree supporting the blue stone gate The ancient tree was shaken violently by the impact, making an overwhelming shattering sound.
Then, it tilted backwards and fell to the ground with a bang, causing the whole earth to tremble.
However, the blue stone door did not fall due to the collapse of the giant tree, and actually hung steadily in mid-air.
The Shadow Windwing Bat retreated violently, until it retreated to the edge of the black jungle.
At the same time, a huge and thick cyan wind escape condensed in front of it, which was able to withstand the raging violent power.
As the thunderball dissipated, a shrill scream came from the golden tornado, and then the tornado was stained with bright red repeatedly, giving the originally pure golden tornado a touch of bright red.
Seen from a distance, it looks extremely charming.
However, at the cost of serious injuries, the golden-horned swan bloomed with the most beautiful and last brilliance in life.
Feeling the weakening power of the tornado in front of him, Mo Zhiyao's mouth showed a stern smile: