From the Mountain Gate of Lingshan sect, he walked out of a scholar like monk.
The monk, in a blue shirt, looked very elegant.
"I have seen Mo Shizu." All the Lingshan sect disciples bow.
This monk of green shirt is one of the two powerful spirits of Lingshan sect, Mo Dongqing.
Mo Dongqing saw the three powerful spirits, frowning slightly: "my elder martial brother is closing. What is the matter, you rush to me!"
After that, Mo Dongqing suddenly released a ray of sunshine. In the sunshine, he stood up in the sky like a fairy.
This light is very strong, so that the prestige of many monks in the ice area has retreated a little.
The three monks gave a cold glimpse of Mo Dongqing: "let your elder brother come out, you are not our opponent."
One of the rough big men sneered: "your elder martial brother is not my opponent. You dare to block us by a person who just stepped into the realm of spirit?"
After that, the big man suddenly punched, and turned into a huge magic fist, and hit Mo Dongqing hard.
"Green mountain has sword, hide without front!"
Mo Dongqing closed his eyes, pointed a little, and suddenly more than ten simple heavy swords came out of his back, and flew over to the fist.
Bang!
Fist and heavy sword collided in the air. Those heavy swords seemed to have a strong momentum. They were crushed in succession under the pressure of the fist.
However, the fist of mana turns into nihility in this process.
Mo Dongqing resisted the rough man's move, but he was very reluctant to see that his face was pale as paper, and he couldn't help but to step back a few steps.
"You even have so reluctantly picked up by Laozi, dare you stop the three of us?" he said
"I will drag him, you will bombard the array with all your strength, and today blood washes the whole Lingshan clan!"
Mo Dongqing frowns, and angrily says, "with me, you will not enter my Lingshan clan!"
"Then it's up to you." The rough man smiled coldly and threw his fist towards Mo Dongqing.
The two men fought hard together, but the eye-catching people can see that Mo Dongqing is in the downwind.
He is not a rough man's opponent at all.
The other two powerful spirits also bombard their strongest spells on the mountain protection array.
The whole mountain protection array is crumbling.
"Big array, it's going to break."
"Even Mo Shizu is not the opponent of ice field. Who else can save my Lingshan clan?"
"It is said that the monks of the ice area have always been ruthless. The jinjianzong was destroyed by the whole door a few days ago. No one lives up to the ancestors down to the servants. "
In front of the mountain gate, a group of Lingshan sect disciples struggled to maintain the formation, and their hearts were extremely scared.
The Lingshan mountain has been surrounded by ice monks in all directions, and they have no chance of survival.
Another hour later, the whole Lingshan Zong mountain protection array suddenly opened a gap.
"Lingshan Zong, it will be destroyed." A strong man in the ice realm laughs and steps into the gap.
Just at this critical moment, a low voice sounded: "who is going to destroy my Lingshan clan?"
The sound suddenly came out of numerous valleys, and suddenly reverberated in the sky and earth.
The strong people in the ice area turned their faces and retreated sharply, and did not stop until they withdrew from the distance of two or three hundred meters.
"Lingzhengyang, you are still alive!" The strong man in the ice field murmured.
In front of him, an old man stood in the void, and the terror of the power came out of him.
In a moment, the magic of two ice area powers melted in the most invisible way under this pressure.