"If there is only one young master in the Yinluo Sect, then starting from today, he will be extinct."
The faint voice came from Mo Zhiyao's mouth, but it made the air in the space seem to suddenly freeze.
And the smile on Qingyu's face finally completely subsided at this moment.
Qingyu stared at Mo Zhiyao with a serious gaze, and said sadly: "You have only one way to go now, and that is to die."
After finishing speaking, Qingyu waved his arm and lowered his eyes.
"Mr.
Liu, do it.
I want this kid to regret every word he said today."
Behind Qing Yu, the rickety old man in black robe heard the words, moved his steps, and walked out slowly.
A cruel and cold smile appeared on that old face.
Wisps of cold air slowly swirled around his body.
The next moment, an extremely powerful spiritual storm, carrying majestic spiritual pressure, roared directly from his body and rolled into the sky.
On the ground beneath his feet, a layer of black ice spread rapidly.
Mo Zhiyao's eyes across from him suddenly narrowed.
The power possessed by the strong men in the middle ancient times was indeed extremely powerful.
However, if Qingyu thought that he could crush himself with just one ancient mid-level warrior, he was totally wrong.
"Kun Ling, I'll leave this old guy to you."
Mo Zhiyao said quietly as he stepped out.
"Jiuse, take good care of Zhan'er.
I will handle this young master of Yinluo Sect."
Hearing the words, Jiuse pondered for a moment, then nodded lightly, held Long Zhan's hand in his hand, and retreated towards the back.
"Leave it to me."
Seeing this, the rickety old man shouted lowly, and the majestic spiritual pressure was activated by him, heading towards Jiuse and Long Zhan.
"Old man, please be more honest with me."
A cyan flying wing suddenly flew out from the side and hit directly in front of the rickety old man.
The dark cyan whirlpool instantly swept him into it.
"Be careful yourself."
After Kun Ling warned Mo Zhiyao, his delicate body moved, he slammed out, and rushed toward the rear with the rickety old man who couldn't defend himself.
"roll" The sound of shock and anger suddenly resounded, and the rickety old man blasted out a palm, tearing apart Kun Ling's wind whirlpool attack and stabilizing his body.
However, he was successfully carried thousands of miles away by the latter.
Kun Ling's beautiful figure appeared a hundred feet away from the rickety old man.
With a light stamp of her jade feet, vast spiritual power suddenly burst out, and the space was extremely distorted.
Then, above her head, it transformed into a huge Kunpeng with wings stretched out as hanging clouds.
"The mythical beast Kunpeng" The ricket old man's eyes suddenly shrank, and a look of uncontrollable horror appeared on his old face.
Obviously, he did not expect that the exquisite girl in front of him would be a descendant of the mythical beast Kunpeng.
"I know it's too late, but it's too late."
Kun Ling chuckled at the rickety old man, and then her face suddenly turned cold, and her eyes became extremely sharp.
With a flick of his jade finger, a group of dark blue flames flew out directly.
Facing the rising storm, it instantly turned into a sea of blue fire, overwhelmingly sweeping toward the latter.
"Humph, you are just a young Kunpeng who is not yet mature.
He is not qualified to be so arrogant in front of me.
It just so happens that the sect leader has less mounts, so he can capture you back."
The rickety old man said in a hoarse voice, and then raised his hands, and a tsunami-like black The cold current roared out from the palms of his hands, and then suppressed it towards the blue sea of fire with overwhelming force.
Even so, the look in the eyes of the rickety old man became extremely solemn.
Although Kun Ling's Kunpeng body does belong to that kind of infant stage and has not yet fully grown up.
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But no matter what, she is a true ancient beast.
Although there is a level difference between the two, relying on the body of a divine beast, Kun Ling definitely has super combat power to compete with him head-on.
Therefore, the rickety old man did not dare to take it lightly at all.
As soon as he took action, he showed his powerful strength in the middle ancient times without reservation.
"No wonder you are so confident, it turns out it's because of this."
Qingyu glanced at Kun Ling who was fighting with the rickety old man in the distance, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.
He was obviously a little surprised that Kun Ling turned out to be a descendant of the mythical beast Kun Peng.
"However, if you think that this little girl can hold off Mr.
Liu and change your fate today, you are a bit wishful thinking."
"You really talk a lot of nonsense."
Mo Zhiyao narrowed his eyes and stared at Qingyu opposite him.
"Is that so?
Then I will shut you up forever."
Qingyu nodded, then his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he stamped his feet suddenly, and a violent cold hurricane suddenly rose into the sky.
The black frenzy of cold energy gathered crazily behind him, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a giant black ice spear of a hundred feet in size.
"I will let you know now how huge the gap in strength between you and me is." call out The ear-piercing sound of cracking the air rang out, and the giant black ice spear penetrated the void, straight towards Mo Zhiyao and stabbing the ground beneath his feet.
It cracked instantly, and huge cracks bloomed on the surface.
The cross section was covered with a layer of shimmering cold luster. of solid ice.
"Then let me take a good look at what you are capable of."
Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly became fierce, and there was a lot of evil in his eyes.
As soon as he held his hand, the seven-round magic sun condensed into shape instantly, and then turned into a black magic spear, pointing straight out With Mo Zhiyao's current cultivation strength, apart from the need for some buffering time to condense the final Nine-Yang Demon Armament and Demon Emperor's Scepter, the rest were all created by intention and easily obtained.
"bite" The tip of the Heaven-Slaying Demon Spear hit the front end of the giant black ice spear with extremely precise accuracy.
The collision between the two, which were completely disproportionate in size, made Qingyu's expression suddenly change.
On the giant black ice gun, cracks suddenly exploded along the gun body, and then spread rapidly.
Finally, as Mo Zhiyao's arm trembled violently, it exploded into ice fragments all over the sky.
The Heaven-Slaying Demonic Spear is a gathering of the power of seven rounds of Demonic Yang.
Its power should not be underestimated.
Mo Zhiyao moved and appeared above Qingyu's head like a teleport, and sneered.
"This is what you call the gap in strength.
It really disappoints me a lot."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Zhiyao waved his arm, and suddenly the sky-slaying demon spear in his palm filled the sky with spear shadows, like a gust of wind and rain, heading towards Qing Yu's chopping head and covering his head.
"snort" Qingyu's face turned extremely gloomy, he snorted coldly, and quickly formed seals with his hands in front of him.
"The boy is arrogant" Qingyu raised his palm and then slapped it out.
The majestic spiritual power surged and condensed into a giant palm of black ice that was one hundred feet in size.
On the giant palm, there was extremely cold spiritual power spurting out, appearing extremely violent.
This Qingyu's blow is powerful enough to easily kill an ordinary Nine Tribulations Perfection.
It is really terrifying.
But unfortunately, Mo Zhiyao is not an ordinary Nine Tribulation expert.
The demonic spear in his palm stabbed out angrily, meeting the giant black ice palm.
"Ding ding ding ding ding..."
Thin stabbing sounds sounded one after another, almost making a sound.
The next moment, a spiritual hurricane swept across, and the surrounding void showed signs of fragmentation.
"Break it for me" Mo Zhiyao shouted low, held his palm, and the spear shadows all over the sky suddenly merged into one, then tore the air apart, and struck heavily in the center of the black ice giant palm.
The previous crazy fighting had left the giant black ice palm cracked and in disrepair.
And this last spear directly penetrated it alive.
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Mo Zhiyao followed the spear, flashed through the giant black ice palm, and headed towards Qing Yu behind him.
"What" When Qingyu saw this, his eyes suddenly froze.
The combat power Mo Zhiyao unleashed at this moment had exceeded his expectations.
Ordinary Nine Tribulations strong men, even if they can persist under the blow just now, they will be seriously injured and defeated.
But Mo Zhiyao broke it open again without any damage.
"It's really that interesting."
The look on Qingyu's face was much more solemn, and he was no longer as relaxed and disdainful as before.
He raised his finger, and extremely cold spiritual power suddenly condensed on the tip of his index finger.
In the blink of an eye, his finger turned pitch black, and dots of crystal cold light flickered on it, emitting a chilly wave that was heart-stopping.
"Hanmingzhi" Qingyu's eyes sharpened suddenly, his arm thrust out, and then he directly clashed with Mo Zhiyao's Heaven-Slaying Devil Spear.
"clang" The fingers touched the tip of the spear, and at the point of contact, a terrifying tide of spiritual power suddenly erupted.
The sound of gold and iron roared like thunder, and the invisible sound waves turned into a substantial state, spreading around like a storm.
Go, it directly set off a spiritual storm in this space.
Mo Zhiyao's figure was blown away, and every time the soles of his feet fell, the void shook, and the ground below collapsed layer by layer, leaving messes everywhere.
A hundred feet away, Mo Zhiyao stabilized his figure.
Glancing at the magic spear in his hand, his expression became particularly solemn.
The front end of the Heaven-Slaying Devil Spear was shattered in horror.
"In the early days of ancient times, it was really powerful."
On the other side, Qing Yu also flew out upside down, his expression becoming ugly.
At this moment, one of his fingers felt as if it had been broken, and the severe pain made his palm numb.
"This boy is really not simple.
My Han Ming Finger once penetrated the body of a strong man of the same level who is good at body training.
I didn't expect that he actually took it."
Qingyu stood up in the air, his eyes cold.
The next moment, his body trembled, and suddenly a black cold current roared out of his body like a tidal wave, and then spread across half of the sky in a mighty way.
Facing Mo Zhiyao, who had frustrated his successive attacks and returned without success, it was obvious that Qingyu was completely angry and began to activate his true strength.
"You are so stupid that you dare to confront this young master even if you are a small ninth-level man."
Qingyu's gloomy voice rolled across the sky, and his figure suddenly rushed out and rushed towards Mo Zhiyao.
The dark cold current, like dark clouds, instantly enveloped the sky
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