Mo Ziyan is not a real military cultivator in the end, and Mo Zhiyu will use close combat to wear down Mo Ziyan's physical strength. And according to what the remnant soul had told him before, this kind of soul possession is also a great drain on the soul power, and the soul that controls Mo Ziyan has been for more than two thousand years, and it is impossible to support it for too long.

Finally, after a series of quick slash attacks, Mo Zhiyu saw Mo Ziyan's decline. With a "ding" sound, Mo Zhiyu's blade struck away Mo Ziyan's heavy sword, and then he held the hilt with both hands, and with the lucky Yuan Force, he slashed at Mo Ziyan's chest with the back of the knife!

He wants to shake Mo Ziyan's Yuan Jing, so as to shake the soul in Mo Ziyan's body!

Mo Ziyan, whose eyes were red, didn't mean to avoid it at all, so he reached out and grabbed the blade, and his palm was instantly cut with blood by the sharp edge of the ink knife. And this blood instantly turned into frost, and this frost spread, sealing the entire blade of the blade!

Mo Ziyan actually directly transmitted the icy power of the Frost Sealing Sword to his hand through his body!

Mo Zhiyu had experienced the icy power of the Frost Sealing Sword, and he knew that this power was so powerful that even if Mo Ziyan was the sword master, he couldn't bear it!

"Drink!" Mo Ziyan roared, the blood of his eyes deepened, and a strong yuan force swelled around his body, shaking out Mo Zhiyu in an instant.

Mo Zhiyu fell to the ground hard, vomiting a mouthful of blood on the spot, and then he looked at the back of his hand in shock. The skin on the back of his hand began to appear mottled black spots, as if it had been scorched by fire, which was corroded by Yuan Shui!

Yuan Shui is a deadly poison for the Divine Descendant, the stronger the bloodline, the stronger the corrosion, he has been here for too long!

Moreover, the difference in the realm between him and Mo Ziyan has also been revealed, and the level of Yuan Li's cultivation has always been unable to be made up for with skill and experience!

"Ink delusion...... I said, I won't lose......" Mo Ziyan dragged the Frost Sealing Sword towards Mo Zhiyu, his red eyes became colder and colder, he swung his sword again, and the powerful sword qi swept away like a blizzard.

Mo Zhiyu quickly got up and swung his sword to block. Although the blade of the ink knife was frozen by frost, it was not enough to affect the swing of the ink sword. His eyes lit up with a glow of gold and fire, and he instantly spotted the weakness of the blizzard. So he swung a powerful knife, and with a single sword, he broke through the blizzard.

However, the sound of "dang" was followed by Mo Ziyan's frost sealing sword. The blade of the sword was nailed like a nail to the blade of Mo Zhiyu's hand.

"Ah!!h Mo Ziyan roared, his small body burst out with great power, and he rushed forward against Mo Zhiyu.

With a loud bang, Mo Zhiyu was deeply smashed into the cliff, he closed his lips tightly, but he couldn't stop the blood from flowing out of the corner of his mouth, but he still blocked the Frost Sealing Sword with the ink knife.

Mo Ziyan stared at Mo Zhiyu deadly, his blood-colored eyes reflected Mo Zhiyu's somewhat pale face, and he said, "I feel that loneliness from you, the same loneliness as mine. There can be no one like me in this world, I am the only one! Otherwise, grandpa won't want me! ”

The cold ice was transmitted from the Frost Sealing Sword to the ink knife, causing the frost on the blade of the ink knife to expand again, spreading to the fingers of the ink delirium.

"It turns out that it is not just possessed, but stimulated by evil thoughts?" Mo Zhiyu looked at this change with a faint expression, but the violent breathing betrayed his physical condition at the moment.

"I'm going to kill you!" Mo Ziyan roared, and the cold cold air pressed towards Mo Zhizhi from all directions.

"Okay!" There was a hint of madness in the golden eyes of the ink delusion, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood was no longer the normal bright red, but like lava. The magma-like blood spilled onto the blade of the ink knife, and the frost condensed on the blade melted away in an instant, and the ink-black blade was like the first condensation of molten lava in the blink of an eye, emitting a dazzling light.

An even more powerful aura was released from the ink knife, driving away all the cold.

"Boom!" The strong light exploded, and Mo Ziyan was thrown out of the strong light. He deftly controlled his body in the air, landing on his feet, but he still slid backwards for a long distance, and it took him to stabilize with the frost sealing sword.

However, the strong qi fell from the sky, and Mo Zhiyu's sword fell from the sky like a groundbreaking sword, and immediately slashed the frost power of Mo Ziyan's body protector, and fell straight down, slashing into the Yuan Force Qi armor of Mo Ziyan's body protector, and into Mo Ziyan's shoulder blades!

However, Mo Ziyan's indifferent face actually had a smile?

"Huh!" The Frost Sealing Sword pierced the Yuan Force Qi armor of the Ink Delirium Protector at once, pierced the chest of the Ink Delirium, and even pierced the Yuan Crystal of the Ink Delirium!

The magma-like blood flowed down the blood groove on the Frost Sealing Sword, staining Mo Ziyan's hand.

"I ...... Win! Mo Ziyan smiled and slowly stood up from the ground.

"Really?" Mo Zhiyu smiled, grabbed Mo Ziyan's shoulder at once, and violently forced, causing the Frost Sealing Sword to pierce another inch in his body, and he also moved one inch further away from Mo Ziyan.

In the surprise of Mo Ziyan's eyes, Mo Zhiyu's right hand let go of the ink knife, and the palm of his hand slapped Mo Ziyan's forehead at once, and a formation spun out in an instant. In the intense light, a scream sounded in Mo Ziyan's body, and a large cloud of black smoke emitted from Mo Ziyan's body.

"Lao Tzu doesn't have such a thing as Yuanjing." Mo Zhiyu threw away Mo Ziyan who had been unconscious, then held the frost sealing sword on his chest, and pulled it out with a "swish", "Uh...... But now...... It's going to be a fake again......"

The molten golden blood splattered everywhere, then gradually cooled to a normal bright red.

Mo Zhiyu pressed the heart socket with the palm of his right hand, and quickly used the healing circle to simply stop the bleeding. Fortunately, he grasped this sword in place, and this sword was only half a centimeter away from his heart!

Mo Zhiyu held the Frost Sealing Sword like a crutch, leaned over and pulled his ink knife off Mo Ziyan's shoulder, threw down a healing talisman, and then stopped caring about this person, but looked ahead.

The thick black smoke did not dissipate, but gradually gathered and turned into an illusory shadow.

"It's so tenacious...... Mo Zhiyu smiled softly, "...... You've got a lot of soul power left, right? ”

"You're the Ink Delirium, exactly like he said." The illusory shadow walked towards him, and through the heavy Yuanshui fog, Mo Zhiyu saw the face of this illusory shadow clearly, it was the Emperor Chentian who appeared on the sword-casting platform before!

"There are some things that you may not understand now, but you must remember them." - Next chapter "The Emperor of Chentian"

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