Before Zhao Rongjing came back, his body was trapped, and even yuan Shen was imprisoned by Mo Wen's seal.
At the next moment, bursts of tearing pain came from every position of his body, and wrapped Zhao Rongjing in it. This kind of pain, which he had never experienced in his life, was more intense than thousands of cuts.
A strong crisis of life and death appeared in this instant. Zhao Rongjing was in a state of mind. He forced down his panic. With a wave of his arms, a storm of energy suddenly came out of his body and turned into countless destructive forces. He was frantically pounding towards the black fog around him, trying to escape from the prison.
The power of destruction is boundless. Almost in the blink of an eye, it permeates the whole void. Bursts of explosions reverberate and make the void change rapidly.
At the same time, at the moment of sending out this terrible force, Zhao Rongjing could not help but open his mouth and let out a startling roar: "don't you do it yet? The Zhao family must not be afraid of a young man in his twenties... Even if he dies, he must fight for the honor of the Zhao family. "
When Zhao Wen and Zhao Ning heard this, their bodies trembled violently, and they woke up from the state of shock. Without thinking about it, they all launched their magic powers and rushed to Mo Wen.
When Mo Wen B was in a desperate situation, Zhao Rongjing joined hands with Zhao Wen and Zhao Ning to attack Mo Wen.
But not long ago, when Mo Wen didn't create the ten thousand spirit sword, if these three people joined hands together, they might be able to do some moves in front of Mo Wen. But now, Mo Wen's cultivation is not the same as before, and the one move of the ten thousand spirit sword is enough for them. How to look at it, these three people all have a sense of moths flying to the fire.
But the three people who are in a desperate state, their power threat, also can not be underestimated.
When Zhao Wen rushed forward, his whole body immediately began to spin at a high speed. At the next moment, a spectacular scene appeared. He saw infinite power spread from his body, spread rapidly, and extended to his whole body, wrapping his whole body firmly.
At first glance, Zhao Wen at the moment is like a very terrible great master. In the high-speed rotation, he is like a huge drill, frantically poking at Mo Wen.
This drill bit with the momentum of indomitable, tearing layers of strength fluctuations, almost blink of an eye, then suddenly close.
At the same time, the other two people are not willing to be outdone. With Zhao Ning's hands waving, his magic power is full of air. Immediately behind him, a red evil fog appears. This evil fog soars into the air and repels the whole black fog of the void. Even Zhao Wen, who rushes forward at high speed, is not as powerful as him.
At the next moment, a scene that made people's scalp explode appeared. There were countless ferocious figures, whistling out like the tide. These shadows were very angry one by one. They all roared like beasts and went straight to Mo Wen.
These shadows are deliberately created by Zhao Wen and Zhao Ning. Seeing this, Zhao Rongjing feels that the time is ripe for him to make a move and smashes his fist at Mo Wen's head.
In the face of these three guys' crazy counterattack, Mo Wen looked calm, just gently raised his right hand and drew a circle.
Immediately, the black fog churned, and the magic power of the three guys, just like the flame met the ice, was directly dispersed by the black fog.
In the explosion of the drill bit, Zhao Wenkou vomited blood and rolled out.
Zhao Ning's killer moves are also struggling in the black fog one by one. They are like moths to the fire. With the sweeping of the black fog, they all collapse and disappear into wisps of smoke.
Completely vanishes in the void, even has no opportunity to confront with Mo Wen.
Just a sweep, all the attack power disappeared and disappeared. Zhao Ning's eyes were horrified, and his figure was twisted and forced to break away from the black fog. His face had become as white as paper, without any blood color. His eyes were shrinking rapidly, and he did not dare to act rashly any more.
And Zhao Wen, who was like lightning, came straight to Mo Wen with endless momentum. But before he got close, he was swept by the rolling black fog. Suddenly, there were earth shaking bangs from his body, echoing the world.
Zhao's face turned pale, and his whole body was in great pain, which made his seven orifices bleed. Even more, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, and his face showed a tragic smile.
As for the desperate struggle of Zhao Rongjing in the black fog, there is no need to do anything about it. When the destructive power of Zhao Rongjing strikes, the whole black fog shakes and infinite suction emerges, which instantly absorbs all the destructive power.
Zhao Rongjing's face was pale and his face was dispirited, but the red light in his eyes was increasing. Zhao Rongjing, who had spiritual power, knew that if he didn't work hard today, he would be crushed by the black fog soon, and he would not even have the chance to live.
"I'll fight with you!" Zhao Rongjing roared, clenched his right hand, and suddenly moved.
A light that diffuses the power of monstrous evil roars out. In this light, there is a strong explosive force that can not be removed. In a flash, it is hard to go to Mo Wen.
This fist is the original strength of Zhao Rongjing's lifelong cultivation. As soon as it appeared, the inside of the black fog was dispersed by this strong force. With Zhao Rongjing's fists repeatedly, a very big hole appeared in the black fog.
The sound of clattering came, and the solid black fog suddenly showed signs of collapse. Countless terrible cracks appeared on the body surface, and fists shot wildly through the cracks.
Seeing this, Zhao Wen and Zhao Ning saw that at the moment, Zhao Rongjing was desperate. Although they were afraid, in order to survive, they had to endure their fear and attack Mo Wen one after another.
Zhao Wen strongly proves that his body is the strongest weapon. When he makes a move, he doesn't have any fancy. He just bumps into Mo Wen.
It is like a meteor catching up with the moon. When it rushes forward, the black fog disperses one after another and rolls down. It is like the arrival of a towering peak. Its power is astonishing.
And then there was Zhao Ning, who wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. He didn't hesitate to turn into a dazzling light and roared towards Mo Wen. When he rushed forward, countless and thousands of shadows appeared behind him. Then he moved forward. It was shocking to see.
These two guys brought by Zhao Rongjing are not good either. They know that if they want to survive, they must kill Mo Wen. Otherwise, they will never be able to go out.
To put it bluntly, these three people are just fighting against the trapped animals. If they can't break the black fog, they will have no way to live.
Just when the three of them were working together, Mo Wen's body shook slightly. Immediately, the black fog disappeared, and all of them turned into wisps of red light and appeared in Mo Wen's hands.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Mo Wen turned into a huge shadow standing in front of the three people.
"It seems that you will not give up? I'm just helping you, okay? " Don't ask, sneer.
"Help a fart... Your means are vicious. What tricks are you playing?" Zhao Wen roared.
"Don't ask, you're so special. Don't say it's so nice. You're helping us when you kill our young master of the Zhao family and you're trying to trap the three of us? Do you think we're three years old? " Zhao Ning also roared with anger.
"If you don't believe me, I can't help it. The reason why I've been playing with you for so long is that I want to try to use the living spirit to cultivate the wanlingjian. What's the better power of wanlingjian? Just now, with your training, I'm gradually improving. Now you've lost your use value. It's time to send you on the road!" Don't ask, open your mouth gently. After this sentence comes out, immediately raise your right hand and wave it forward at will.
Don't ask if what he said is true. The reason why he didn't kill these people before is that these three people are the best partners. If they are killed all at once, it will not be worth the loss. Otherwise, how can Zhao Rongjing survive to the present?
Zhao Rongjing's five spiritual explosiveness cultivation is of great help to Mo Wen's wanlingjian. Mo Wen teases Zhao Rongjing to play in this way. Another way of saying, to help Zhao Rongjing, also makes sense.
If Zhao Rongjing and other three people are willing, Mo Wen can make them become the most forward spirit of wanlingjian.
Since the three guys are not willing at this time, Mo Wen has nothing to say. Almost at the moment of Mo Wen's right hand, the whole heaven and earth immediately roared, and the rolling black fog surged up from the three people's feet and went straight to the sky. It turned into a terrible force to destroy the heaven and the earth. It broke out and swept around!
That Zhao Wen's speed is the fastest, but at the moment when he is close to Mo Wen, he directly bumps into the black fog that seems to be rolling like smoke.
In Zhao Wenwen's style, there was a sudden burst of unimaginable pain. His arms turned into blood mist and dissipated in a flash, followed by his waist and legs. Almost in the blink of an eye, Zhao Wen's whole body collapsed into debris!
Even Yuanshen is in this destructive black fog impact, fragmented, like ice and snow melting, vanishing!
Zhao Rongjing followed him, his power increased several times, like a towering peak, crashing down toward Mo Wen.
However, at the moment when Zhao Rongjing approached, he was suddenly swept by the black fog at his feet and brought into it. He was in a frenzied turbulence and drifted away. A sharp cry like slaughtering pigs and sheep came out rapidly. The next moment, Zhao Rongjing tasted the pain of being torn alive again.
"Ah... Don't ask... You bastard! You can't kill me... I'm from the Zhao family! My five spirits' explosive power
"Hum!" Don't ask cold hum, with a hand wave, these three guy's spirit, all by black fog escape into a seal.