Chapter 4270

"Moro collision!"

"Chop the stars!!!"

Bang!

Wu Qi's divine sword in Jian Wushuang's hand collided with Mo Luo yangu's sharp curved horn!

Suddenly, a huge noise came!

The star cutting sword technique, which was pushed to perfection by jianwushuang, instantly turned into a five hundred foot startling sword rainbow, horizontal pressure on the void, through the sun and moon!

Brilliant sword power, destroy the withered and decay!

This sword cleaved on the sharp curved horns of Mo Luo yangu, and unexpectedly cut off his horns in an instant!

Like cutting tofu with a knife, Moruo's horns were directly cut off!

God's blood spurted out of the sky, and a blood rain fell on the battlefield of the 16th city.

"Commander yangu!"

"Commander yangu!!"

Instantly, the faces of the other Moro people who were on the side changed, and they made a voice of anxiety, and immediately wanted to rush up to help Moro yangu.

"Nothing."

A string of divine blood flowed from Mura yangu's mouth. He stretched out his hand and waved to the mura people, indicating that it was okay. Then he took a deep breath, looked at the sword unparalleled, and said in a deep voice: "Blood Sword, it's time for you to see the talent and magic power of our mura people!"

Immediately, he looked sideways at the nearby Heilin and said, "Heilin, the next thing is up to you."

After saying that, Mo Luo yangu slowly closed his eyes.

Correspondingly, the braided boy sitting on his shoulder opened his eyes.

Jian Wushuang frowned, and a faint feeling of palpitation surged up.

I saw the braided boy, his eyes were black, and there was only a small white dot in the center of his eyes.

"Blood Sword, our mura clan, don't practice magic powers or secret arts. What we rely on is only the innate physical strength and the accompanying Heilin boy!"

The next moment.

The braided boy spoke, but strangely, the braided boy spoke silently, while Mo Luo yangu did not speak, but his voice came from his mouth.

His voice was no longer as low as before, but became a little shrill.

"I understand." Jian Wushuang took a deep breath and his expression was a little thick.

"Blood Sword, just take my move. After taking this move, we'll be clear. From then on, you'll be a friend of the mura clan!" Mo Luo yangu continued to speak.

"OK."

Jian Wushuang nodded, clenched Wu Qi's divine sword in his hand, and quietly waited for the strongest move of demon Luo yangu!

"Talent, magic power, anger of mura!!!"

Mo Luo yangu raised his head and roared. The black boy sitting on his shoulder immediately changed his fingers and pinched the formula quickly!

With the Blackwood boy's Jue casting, the space immediately began to compress in his murayangu chest position!

A black light wave condensed to the extreme began to condense in murayangu's chest!

"Blood Sword, you have connected!"

Mo Luo yangu roared, and his right foot stepped forward heavily. In an instant, this black light wave, like a laser annihilating space, fiercely shot at the sword!

This black laser is as thick as a bucket, and its speed is extremely fast. Everything rubbed by this black laser is melted into nothingness!

A hapless ultimate master reacted a little slower and was rubbed a little by the black laser, but he fell directly and turned into powder.

"Is this the magic power of the mura clan?" Sword unparalleled expression dignified, the same use of natural magic!

"Genius, primordial universe!"

"Natural magic, life shock!!"

Immediately, two boundaries with strong suppression force came!

Under this boundary, the sword peerless slowly raised the Wu Qi divine sword, and the fourth Kendo origin was mixed with the cosmic law of extremely high levels, which exploded!

"Chop the stars!!"

Bang!

The silver sword rainbow condensed again, but this time, the silver sword rainbow has soared to a thousand feet under various forces!

What is the concept of a sword rainbow?

This sword directly covers all the emptiness of the 16th City battlefield, blotting out the sky and the sun, and is vast to the extreme!

"Chop!!"

With the unparalleled cry of the sword, this thousand Zhang sword rainbow that blocks out the sky and the sun was cut off with a bang!

Pooh Pooh!

Qianzhang silver white Jianhong and black laser collided fiercely!

At this moment, the world seems to be divided into two pictures. On the left is mo Luo yangu rendered by black laser, and on the right is the unparalleled sword holding nearly a thousand feet of Silver Rainbow!

The silver Jianhong, who has done everything possible, finally met his opponent this time!

The two kept wrestling. Jian Wushuang's right foot stepped heavily on the ground, but he was forced back by the huge force from the Black Laser!

And the demon Luo was even more unbearable. He kept shouting, and his huge body began to crack a little.

At this moment, on the battlefield of the 16th City, many ultimate masters who are fighting have stopped fighting and looked at the demon Luo and the sword.

"My Buddha is merciful. It seems that these two people must have created many killing sins." The rabbit Buddha held a Zen stick, folded his hands, and sighed compassionately, "later, let the poor monk save their sins."

The other side.

The handsome young man in a snow-white gown and a sable fur shawl on his left shoulder, after killing the ultimate master with a knife, raised his head and looked at the battle place between jianwushuang and Moruo, and his eyes immediately narrowed.

"What a terrible sword."

Not only these two people, they kept looking at jianwushuang and Moruo in all directions.

Bang!!!

Finally, a huge explosion exploded, setting off a white wave.

Jian Wushuang and Moruo were both blocked by the smoke.

Around them, there were violent and chaotic divine powers, and no one dared to approach them at all.

The smoke gradually dispersed.

A shocking scene happened.

Mo Luo yangu was half kneeling on the ground, and a long string of divine blood kept flowing from his mouth.

And the sword Wu Qi divine sword in the unparalleled hand, so quietly stagnated a few inches above the head of Mo Luo yangu.

Success or failure is known at a glance!

"Blood Sword, you won." Mo Luo yangu gasped, raised his head and said with some difficulty.

"Accept."

Jian Wushuang smiled and didn't mean to kill him, but turned his eyes and looked at the direction of the five gods.

There, the battle between King Wu and the descendants of the dark demon was almost over.

Both of them are truly invincible masters, but unfortunately, the king of Jinwu is worthy of being the king of Jinwu, and is the eldest son of the king of Jinwu, the descendant of the dark demon bred from the blood River, which is worse after all.

"Perish, dirty and humble worm."

Jinwu's eyes were ablaze with flames. He glanced faintly at the dark demon descendants who were riddled with holes and were about to collapse. His voice was neither happy nor sad, without any emotion.

The giant axe in the hand of the dark demon descendant had been broken in two. He raised his head to look at the King Wu, whose eyes were full of reluctance.

Just when Emperor Jinwu was about to kill the descendants of the dark demon.

Suddenly!

A sword shadow drove the divine sword and shot towards the five gods!

This sword shadow is the unparalleled sword that defeated Mo Luo yangu!

PS: it's two o'clock today!