Chapter 607

As soon as the words fell, the two fought again. Almost every collision brought dust all over the sky and carved a pit and sword rail on the ground.

Power, speed, and the room for sword moves, there is no doubt that the sword moves of the two are very perfect, and they can't see any flaws.

Perfect!

There is only one place in the last track of the sword move, that is, the place where the two hit each other, and then burst out a slowly expanding energy and flew out.

"Bum!"

In another collision, the two flew back, but the situation was already a little different. In this retreat, the blue-shirted man only retreated half a step, while Mo Fan retreated more than a dozen steps.

Does it take the advantage?

Everyone thinks so.

"That's all the way." The man in blue smiled and said.

The stormy swordsmanship used by Mo Fan just now is the Xungua sword in the Eight Swords of Tiandao. The swordsmanship that dominates the wind is also one of the most commonly used swords in the Eight Swords of Tiandao.

"You... know this swordsmanship very well. Have you also learned it?" Mo Fan said, frowning. This man is already stronger than himself. If he still understands this set of swordsmanship, it will be even more difficult for him to win. Although there is no chance, the opportunity is also slim to a certain extent.

"No, I have had this set of swordsmanship before." The man in blue said.

"I don't know which Mo family can practice this swordsmanship and fight with you." Mo Fan said.

"Far in the sky, close in front of you." The man in blue said.

Mo Fan frowned and said, "Are you kidding me?"

The man in blue shook his head and said nothing.

Mo Fan took a deep breath, and the sword soul in his hand flashed a few times, and finally turned into a mass of fog. Mo Fan loosened the sword soul and pinched the secret in his hand, connecting four seals with a total of 16 sword formulas. Suddenly, the sword soul turned into three, three and nine into twenty-seven. With Mo Fan's sword secret finger, these 27 fog shot into blue. Man in shirt.

The blue-shirted man's pupils were slightly contracted, and he did not see how he moved. The arc of the Taiji light in front of him flashed, and a Taiji map was generated out of thin air. Compared with the previous one, it was much larger, and there was also a bright light around it. Ordinary people could see that this Taiji map was more powerful.

Twenty-seven fogs hit the Taiji map without suspense and fell deep into it. Under the softness of the Taiji map, they tried to drill forward one by one, but they could not enter at all.

Mo Fan's eyes condensed, and his white hair suddenly stretched to his waist, and his whole body gradually glowed white. Suddenly, 27 fogs seemed to have received backup, and suddenly rushed forward. Suddenly, the whole Taiji map seemed to give birth to 27 thorns, like the direction of this blue-shirted man.

The man in blue looked at Mo Fan and muttered, "A look, first-order?"

"I'm not kind enough to give you a little hope." As soon as the blue-shirted man's voice fell, his black hair suddenly changed and turned purple in an instant.

The Taiji map suddenly became clear and bright, and 27 fogs were shaken back. In the air, it turned 27 into nine, turned into three, and three into one.

This move was directly broken by the blue-shirted man with strength.

Mo Fan's mouth overflowed with blood and took a step back.

"Well...that's awesome." Chaomu was almost stunned. He knew that the spell used by this blue-shirted man was a skill in phantom.

This man completely destroyed his previous longing for those rich and handsome men. Those rich and handsome men who spent so much money in front of this man are not even as good as a scum.

Draw a Taiji diagram out of thin air, and it is so powerful.

With such a light understatement, this super difficult technique of turning gas into Taiji seems to be the simplest spell in this person's hands.

At this time, Mo Fan suddenly looked up and breathed coldly behind his head.

The blue-shirted man smiled evilly and said faintly, "Moon cage."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Fan felt an unspeakable pressure coming.

Body! I can't move!

Mo Fan's heart was full of warning, but he couldn't move. His whole cultivation was not frozen. No, he was suppressed, as if another countercurrent pressed his true yuan to Dantian Zifu, but he had no power to resist at all.

Then, he felt that his limbs seemed to be buckled and his whole body could not move.

He raised his head. I don't know when the eight purple lights were arranged in four rows, four above his head, and the four connected to each other under his feet completely covered himself.

He turned his eyes and saw a drop of sweat flowing from the forehead of the man in blue. He quickly concluded five or six seals of dozens of sword formulas, and then he said coldly, "Yang Ya!"

Then, the clear light on his body slowly changed, turned into gold, and soon the dazzling golden light covered his body.

A strange but solemn arc was formed behind him. The golden light condensed and did not disperse, dazzling and deep, gradually turning into a flame-like arc, burning upwards, but the dome was a vacuum.

The blue-shirted man raised his hand to the sky, and the sun's crown gradually rotated. And slowly tilt to 180 degrees, and then rotate quickly, spiraling up from the waist and gradually shrinking up until it is the size of a bracelet.

Concentrated flame essence, such a domineering spell!

The white light in Mo Fan's eyes quickly passed by, looking at the dazzling small golden bracelet-like aperture.

"Use this move to decide the winner!" The blue-shirted man shouted coldly and changed the last sword formula in his hand. He raised the hand of the sky and pointed it hard, and the corona of sunlight rotated quickly, but it rose and became bigger and bigger in the wind.

will die! Absolutely will die!

A voice sounded in Mo Fan's heart, and the corona of sunlight was getting bigger and bigger in his pupils.

If you are hit, you will definitely die!

Suddenly, Mo Fan's hair stretched again, but a white light condensed behind his head and gradually covered his whole body.

"Boom!"

Mo Fan's whole body was swallowed up by the flame, and the corona of light turned into a pillar of fire that rose to the sky at the moment of contact with Mo Fan, which lasted for 30 seconds.

"Xiao Shang!" The bug exclaimed.

"It's impossible!"

Wuge also said in a stunned.

The jade girl Suxinjian, two strange people, the world's first wise man was forced to be so embarrassed. What is the origin of this man?

Will the gentleman's sword fall?

"Demeanor, second-order?" The man in blue took a breath and said to himself: No, the time to wake up is too short, and the body can't adapt to a large amount of real energy consumption.

Moreover, the opponent is not so easy to deal with.

The blue-shirted man raised his head and looked at his right front. The black gown had some burn marks at this moment, and his face seemed to be stained with a little scorched earth, which looked so awkward.

Mo Fan gasped, raised his head and said, "It seems that it won't end so soon!"