Chapter 687

Originally, I wanted to use the red flame to disperse the blood around me. Mo Li didn't expect that the nine netherworld stone would suddenly attack and devour the blood fog! It can be understood that jiuyouming stone, as the holy thing of Jiuyou demon clan, is extremely evil. Although these blood gases are evil in front of jiuyouming stone, they are small and powerful, and can only become its nourishment in the end.

When Sifang regained his pure brightness, Mo Li found that the space he was in was not big. Sifang was empty, leaving only the empty shadow of the young man standing up slowly from the ground not far away.

Buried soul sword spirit!

The sword spirit that can be transformed into human form is enough to show that it is powerful. No wonder Taiyi mountain's righteousness has been suppressed for so many years, but it has no effect. If you give it some more time, I'm afraid even the soul burial sword itself can be transformed into shape!

"Boy, who are you? Why is there nine netherworld stone? Are you from the Jiuyou demon family? "

One after another, the sword spirit's eyes were fixed on Mo Li, his fists were clenched, and his eyes were cold.

"Me? I'm just an ordinary one. "In the middle of the conversation, he suddenly stopped and caught the eagerness in Jianling's eyes. Mo Li frowned and grinned:" Hey, hey - do you want to delay? It looks like you've been hurt a lot! "

Jiuyouming stone is not what he can control now, and just after absorbing the blood gas, the black round stone seems to need a period of time to absorb. Mo Li obviously feels that its power to suppress the red flame is much less. He didn't dare to use the red flame without the stone suppression, so he quickly took both into the dragon ring.

Hearing Mo Li's words, Jianling's face changed slightly, forced him to keep calm and said with a sneer: "I didn't expect that you had nine netherworld stones! But my spirit is enough for him to have a good drink. You'd better stay here by yourself

The voice falls, the body of the sword spirit suddenly disappears, and it's time to appear again!

"Bang --"

Facing the sword spirit's hand, Mo Li's body retreated suddenly. When he raised his head, his dark pupils suddenly contracted.

Half saint!

This sword spirit has the strength of semi saint! Just the spirit body has the power of semi saint. How terrible should it be with the power of the soul burial sword itself?!

Mo Li is glad that he didn't merge this ancient sword rashly. If he doesn't solve the sword spirit first, there will be something unexpected!

Only one fifth of the soul power was separated. In the face of this powerful pressure of the sword spirit, needless to say, fortunately, the nine netherworld stone absorbed the surrounding blood, and the sword spirit also suffered heavy losses, which made him a little more confident.

The sword spirit in anger didn't give Mo too much time to breathe. His body flashed and disappeared in the same place again. The sharp palm wind came at the same time.

"You long Zhang!"

"You Long Zhi!"

"Digging the ground with broken wood"

This sword spirit belongs to the nature of yin and evil. It can't be separated from skillfully exerting the energy of fire, Jin and wood, which is either irritable or upright. In addition, the sword spirit has suffered heavy damage. Even if it is only one fifth of the soul power, it also has a fight with the opponent.

No less than a hundred moves, Mo Li has finally stabilized his position. On the contrary, although the frequency of sword spirit's hand is faster and faster, he looks more anxious.

Mo Li was a little relieved to catch all this, and he didn't forget to disturb his opponent's mind with words: "it seems that you are not so good without the support of blood! Now it's my turn to see how long you can last! "

Although the wisdom is relatively complete, it has been trapped in the holy land of Taiyi mountain for so many years. How can a sword spirit without earthly experience compare with Mo Li? Indeed, as the other side said, without the support of blood and gas, we will lose the most powerful card. Quick decision is the only way!

The sword spirit moves faster and faster in anger. It seems fierce, but it is full of flaws!

Here's the chance!

Mo Li knows that his words make the other party completely irrational, pretending to be defeated and avoiding the edge, while continuing to pay attention to the opponent's fatal flaws!

Looking at the man in front of him, it seemed that he could not resist the sword spirit. He was very happy and hastened to speed up the attack again. Although it is a fatal loss for him to lose the blood and gas of the buried soul, it will be enough to make up for it if he can refine the powerful power of human soul for his own use!

The sword spirit's attack is faster and faster. From a distance, you can only see a shadow twinkling around Mo Li. The opportunity that you have been waiting for for for a long time finally comes!

The sword spirit is eager for success and wants to kill him. Unexpectedly, the middle gate is wide open. Mo Li shows the maze step to the extreme. While avoiding the palm wind, he shoots out while the sword spirit changes moves.

"You long Zhang!"

The dazzling firelight gushed out from the right palm, and the terrible high temperature in the wind filled the air instantly!

Bang——

The flame wrapped right palm is heavily printed on the chest. The sword spirit's face changes greatly. He quickly mobilizes his strength to defend. He staggers back and finally blocks Mo Li's ready attack. It's too late to be thankful to look up and find that there is no youth in front of him.

A bad premonition came to my heart. The sword spirit suddenly raised his head and just saw the boy on the void. He didn't know when to have a long sword with fire in his hand.

"Shura road"

"Roar"

"Jie Jie"

Endless sea of fire fell from the sky, ghosts and monsters hissed together, countless ghosts wrapped up towards the sword spirit in the center, and the golden flame rose in the scream of the sky.

"Ah --"

The light sound of the burning flame reverberates in the whole space. This is a nose Dao's three sabres, which are directly attacked by the spirit. Where can the sword spirit at the end of the crossbow resist it?

The scream in the sea of fire is getting weaker and weaker, but the struggle is futile. With the last scream, the sea of Shura fire is still burning.

"Ka - Ka - Ka"

The seven cold iron chains wrapped around the soul burial sword suddenly broke, and the dark ancient sword glowed in bursts of red light. During the rotation, it was attracted by the Dragon Sword beside it.

"Buzz, buzz, click"

The two swords twined and trembled with each other. The ancient burial soul sword turned into a pool of molten iron at the speed visible to the naked eye and was completely absorbed by the dragon sword.

Mo Li, who is sitting cross knee, slowly opens his closed eyes and looks at the black lines on the trembling Youlong sword. His mouth can't help but show a brilliant smile.

Outside the stone room, four old people have been staring nervously at the entrance which is about to close. As time is approaching, several people's hearts are also mentioned in their throat. Xuanming's clenched fists don't know when they have been covered with sweat. His eyes are staring at the border without blinking, and his breathing is more and more urgent.

"Shua"

At the last moment before the closing of the border, the figure of the young man finally appeared. At the same time, the four old people rushed to meet him.

"How's it going?"

Xuanming can't wait to ask. The other three old people are also nervous.

Looking at the expectation of several people's looks, Mo Li took a long breath and nodded slowly with a smile: "fortunately, it's not humiliating!"

The four old men were stunned at the same time, followed by a huge surprise.