On the huge and spacious Blood Jade Square, four huge dark red spiritual power shields divided them into four battlefields.

Mo Zhiyao's figure went straight through the light mask and fell into it. And just after his figure fell, another figure burst into from outside the light mask and landed on the opposite side of Mo Zhiyao.

Slowly raised his head, revealing a cold and hideous face, it was Huo Shan.

"Boy, this time, I won't give you any more chances. I will tear you into a pile of rotten flesh with my own hands, and then dig out the Yuan Shen, burn it with blood flames, and let you suffer endless torture for thousands of years!" Huo Shan's face, because of its hideousness, was even a little distorted, looking at Mo Zhiyao opposite, and said with a sad smile.

Although Huo Shan had received some information about Mo Zhiyao before, knowing that he had single-handedly defeated the Second Elder of Wind and Thunder who had the peak strength of the Nine Patterns Transformation Body, he did not take the latter to heart because of this.

Huo Shan's strength, compared to the second elder of the wind and thunder, I don't know how many times stronger. He thought to himself, if he was himself, he could also defeat the two elders of Wind and Thunder head-on. After all, Huo Shan has the strong strength to be promoted to the Void Breaking Realm at any time, and this also gives him strong self-confidence. He believed that although Mo Zhiyao was fierce, he did not have much threat in front of him.

However, in the face of Huo Shan with such a demeanor, Mo Zhiyao didn't even glance at him from the corner of his eye. His gaze, through the spiritual power shield, fell on the other shield. There, the two figures no longer had any so-called warm-up, but directly collided with one place.

Although there were two layers of spiritual power shield separation, Mo Zhiyao could still faintly feel that there were astonishing fluctuations spreading from that light shield. Obviously, Ye Tian and Na He Xuan had already started an earth-shattering battle.

Mo Zhiyao's ignorance made the anger in Huo Shan's heart even hotter, and the fierceness in his eyes almost turned into a substantial existence.

"Little bastard! you'll pay for your arrogance!"

With a roar, Huo Shan's footsteps suddenly stepped out, and suddenly, a violent spiritual power fluctuation roared out of his body like a terrifying wave.

"Boy, you give me death!"

At the same time as letting go of the momentum, Huo Shan, who had a calm face, suddenly sharpened his eyes, and then shook his big hand, and the majestic spiritual power turned into several spiritual power light spears, like lightning, overwhelmingly towards Mo Zhiyao's body.

However, in the face of Huo Shan's fierce and ferocious attack, Mo Zhiyao waved his arm very casually, and the powerful spiritual power surged out of his palm in an instant, turning into a match, and then all those bursting spiritual power light spears were shocked into points of light scattered all over the sky.

"These nonsense tricks don't have to be taken out to be embarrassing. If you have any ability, it's best to show it now, otherwise, you won't have a chance to show it for a while. Turning his head slowly, Mo Zhiyao looked at Huo Shan indifferently, and said in a flat voice.

"What!"

Seeing that Mo Zhiyao defeated his attack so easily, Huo Shan's pupils suddenly shrank, and a dignified look appeared on his originally hideous and distorted face.

The offensive just now, although it was not full force, Huo Shan was also quite serious. But that's it, but it's still broken by Mo Zhiyao casually. This scene made Huo Shan's heart faintly rise a bad feeling.

"Boy, it's a little cheap, and you're still selling it. Suppressing the shock in his heart, Huo Shan's eyes narrowed slightly, and then the palm of his hand slowly clenched the hilt of the heavy sword behind him.

"Since you say so, then I'll show you something, but don't regret it!"

As soon as the words fell, Huo Shan's figure jumped high, and then his arm was raised high, and the white heavy sword, with a burst of shadows, was like a mountain, slashing towards Mo Zhiyao's head.

"Broken Yue Sword!"

A roar, like a thunderclap, on the huge sword body, condensed a rather majestic and vast spiritual power, turned into a blurred light and shadow, tearing the space, below it, the air was directly exploded, such a momentum, but quite terrifying.

Looking indifferently at the sword coming in the air, feeling the violent power contained in the heavy sword, Mo Zhiyao's face also slowly became cold. In the depths of his eyes, there was a trace of cold killing intent, and he gradually climbed up.

For enemies with murderous intentions, Mo Zhiyao has always adopted a zero-tolerance attitude. Since you want to kill me, then you must be prepared to be killed by me.

The arm was raised, and the slender palm was suddenly grasped at this moment. The monstrous spiritual power suddenly surged wildly, and in the next moment, Mo Zhiyao's entire arm became a little exaggerated. From the bulging muscles, everyone clearly felt that in them, there must be an indescribable explosive power.

Picking up the thick arm that was so strong that it was completely disproportionate to his body, Mo Zhiyao's fist was in the shocked eyes of everyone, and the sword that came at the head was hard together.

"Bell!"

The sound was as crisp as the clash of metal, resounding from within the light mask, and it was still clearly audible even when it was outside. As the invisible sound wave spread, a circle of power ripples visible to the naked eye spread out like a tide. The violent force finally hit the spiritual power shield, which actually caused the spiritual power light shield to cause obvious turmoil.

Then, everyone saw that Huo Shan's blow containing terrifying power was actually resisted by Mo Zhiyao's punch.

"What a terrifying power! What a strong body!"

Looking at this scene, the disciples of the Red Phoenix Sect who were watching the battle around the square suddenly broke out into an uproar, and their eyes were also full of shock.

Seeing that Mo Zhiyao was actually barehanded, relying only on the strength of his physical body, he blocked Na Huo Shan's sword head-on, and everyone's hearts were shocked.

Above, He Qiancang, who had been looking at Ye Tian and He Xuan with a sneering face, also noticed this scene at this moment, and at the moment, his face changed a little. Obviously, Mo Zhiyao's ferocity exceeded his expectations.

On the other side, Ye Guxing's face showed a trace of curvature. What Mo Zhiyao's strength is, he naturally knows better than He Qiancang. Even Ye Tian was defeated in the hands of Mo Zhiyao, so what was Huo Shan?

"Little one, it really surprised me. It seems that there is no suspense in this battle. Ahead, Elder Mingyang, who was standing in the air, looked at Mo Zhiyao's light mask with playful eyes, and thought in his heart. "The old man is still really curious, how strong is your strength?"

"You're just so capable, maybe it's too weak. In the light mask, Mo Zhiyao sneered, and then his arm shook, and a fierce power fluctuation quickly spread.

At the same time, Mo Zhiyao's other arm, after a strange wriggling, also turned into the same form. From a distance, Mo Zhiyao's arms, each of which was thicker than his own waist, looked a little funny. But no one could laugh. Because, from those arms, many people felt a kind of heart palpitation.

"Ahh

An angry roar suddenly exploded from the tip of Mo Zhiyao's tongue, and the next moment, everyone saw that his pair of arms that were so thick that they didn't speak suddenly picked up and turned into a huge fist shadow like a meteor in the sky, like a torrential rain, and smashed madly towards Huo Shan on the opposite side.

"Bell, bell, bell!"

The fierce crash sounded rapidly, and finally it was almost connected. Mo Zhiyao's fists, with an indescribably fierce and terrifying power, fell heavily on the white heavy sword in Huo Shan's hand. And Na Huo Shan, between the drastic changes in his face, was completely suppressed, and his entire body was hiding behind the heavy sword, his hands were dead on the sword body, struggling to resist Mo Zhiyao's terrifying crazy attack.

As Mo Zhiyao's fists fell every time, the crisp sound of gold and iron, containing incomparably violent power, spread among the giant sword, and even everyone outside the light shield could still hear it clearly.

Everyone at the edge of the square looked at Huo Shan, who was directly bombarded and fell to the ground, his whole body was curled up under the heavy sword, and he had no power to fight back, and the look on his face was the same sluggish and petrified.

"Violent guy ........." I don't know who it is, and after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, his voice trembling said something that represented the common voice of everyone. At this moment, in their eyes, Mo Zhiyao is completely a humanoid demon beast!

"Leave me!"

With a loud shout, Mo Zhiyao closed his fists, and then smashed down angrily. In the next moment, an extremely terrifying force erupted from his fists. Under one blow, he actually blasted the white heavy sword in Na Huo Shan's hand away!

"That guy actually punched Huo Shan's spiritual treasures away ....... ”

"Whew!"

The white heavy sword slashed in an arc in mid-air, and then fell to the ground, splashing a series of sparks.

And the cover of the lost heavy sword, Huo Shan's figure was completely exposed in front of Mo Zhiyao. At this moment, the look in his eyes had changed from the previous hideousness to a horror and fear that could not be dissolved.

Huo Shan never thought that this young man, who he had never put in his eyes, would have such terrifying strength.

A look of regret rose in the depths of Huo Shan's eyes. "If I knew this kid was so fierce, I wouldn't have provoked him......"

But alas, I regret it now, but it's too late.

Looking at Huo Shan, who was pale in front of him, Mo Zhiyao's complexion returned to his previous indifference. It's just that in that indifference, there is a palpitating cold killing intent.

"Don't you want to tear me up? Now let's see who tore whom!"

The voice full of thick anger had just reached Huo Shan's ears, and the figure of Mo Zhiyao reflected in his eyes disappeared. Instead, there was the shadow of the fist that occupied the entire field of vision!