The sky was full of blood, and the sky and the earth were covered with red gauze, terrifying and strange.
The whole world turned into a sea of blood.
When Mo Xiangyi's cultivation broke through Wuzong, Yi Ran was also surprised.
I thought that the ability to enter the secret realm was limited to level five, so the mastermind behind the scenes would be considered to have reached level five, but he didn't expect that it would be so easy to break through the Wuzong.
When Mo Xiangyi's cultivation level continued to rise and reached the peak of the fifth level, Yiran was not touched at all.
There was a thick sneer on Mo Xiangyi's lips, looking at the guy who had been paying close attention to him for a long time.
"How is your fifth level cultivation?"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Xiangyi's figure disappeared from the place.
The sound of phoenixes and dragons roared between heaven and earth, and along with the blue-gold light, Mo Xiangyi's figure disappeared instantly.
The cultivation level has reached the peak of the fifth level, but this speed is more than the fifth level?
In an instant, Mo Xiangyi rushed behind Yiran, twisting on his toes and immediately stagnating in place.
The rich blood energy that filled the air was brought out by Mo Xiangyi's figure into a human shape. Until Mo Xiangyi stopped and stood still, the blood energy still did not close up under the influence of the strong wind.
Mo Xiangyi gently raised his neck, reached towards Yiran's ear and said, "How does this speed compare to yours?"
Time seems to stand still.
When Mo Xiangyi finished speaking, the roar of the strong wind set off by his sprint reached everyone's ears, and then blew them back a few steps.
The strong wind carried the thick blood energy, like an evil dragon rushing toward them, and the smell of blood alone made them overwhelmed.
Wenger was horrified to the extreme, and his mental power could no longer capture Mo Xiangyi's figure.
If Mo Xiangyi wants to attack them, they will have no power to resist!
Looking at Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi again, Yiran turned around without knowing when, looking at Mo Xiangyi, still with a springy smile on his face, he said slowly:
"Okay!"
Mo Xiangyi's mind was agitated. He thought that after reaching the fifth level peak, he would definitely be faster than Yiran, but he didn't expect that it was still difficult to see how Yiran turned around.
While Mo Xiangyi was still in a daze, Wenger, Sun Haoning and others did not see any movement from Yiran, but his palm was already printed on Mo Xiangyi's abdomen.
The huge force instantly caused Mo Xiangyi's body to arch up, his mouth wide open and spitting out, but he did not suffer any injuries.
Mo Xiangyi's green-gold light shone brightly on his body. He held his belly with both hands and jumped back a few steps. He put some distance away from Yiran and said:
"Your speed actually exceeds the scope of Wuzong! Are you human?"
The voice is heartbreaking and hoarse to the extreme!
Yi Ran smiled softly and said with a casual smile: "I never said that I was not a monk, let alone a martial arts sect."
After saying that, the figure disappeared again and reappeared in front of Mo Xiangyi. Another palm print was on Mo Xiangyi's abdomen.
This time, Mo Xiangyi was directly pushed back dozens of feet, and his body fell into the magma composed of blood and energy.
Immediately, the speech began to boil violently, and the ground continued to collapse and break.
The shouts of Wenger and Sun Haoning came from the distance: "Yi Shaoxia, is there anything else we can do? We are completely unable to exert our strength in this kind of battle."
Yi Ran waved his hand and shouted: "You stay away and protect yourselves. Don't worry..."
Before Hou Nian's words could be spoken, a cold fist had already hit Yiran's face.
Mo Xiangyi is full of murderous intent and has no blood.
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It continuously poured into her skin and traveled under her fair skin.
Yiran was knocked away with one punch, and he was also wearing a rough suit. It was obvious that the punch he had just received was definitely not pleasant.
"Boom", the ground wailed, and the flying dust and blood mixed into a strange and weird color.
After the dust cleared, a large crater of more than ten feet appeared on the ground where Yiran was knocked away and hit. In the pit, the plain clothes on Yiran's body were broken, revealing strong muscle lines.
There was no fluctuation in Qi, and there was a bit of solemnity in his eyes as he raised his head to look at Mo Xiangyi.
Mo Xiangyi looked at Yiran who was knocked away by her punch with a smile on her face. She crossed her lips with her finger and said, "Hey, Yiran, you are nothing more than that. Show some real skills."
Yiran didn't respond. The ground beneath his feet exploded instantly. The Seven Stars stepped directly into the air, and his figure disappeared again.
Wenger and Sun Haoning, who had not left yet and wanted to see the strong players fighting against each other, finally saw the demeanor of the strong players exerting their full strength, and also understood what it means to watch a game with risks.
When Yiran was shot down and disappeared again, his figure was no longer visible, except for Mo Xiangyi's delicate body, which was constantly being shot up in the air and being slapped around like a ball.
Yiran took the first step out and came to Mo Xiangyi. In her confused eyes, a palm print was placed on her, and then her body was shot high into the air.
Then the second step came behind her faster than Mo Xiangyi's flying speed, and the third step directly stepped on Mo Xiangyi's back.
The fourth and fifth stepped in the air to borrow strength, and their bodies fell like cannonballs, falling to the ground faster than Mo Xiangyi.
The sixth step was on the ground, and a deep pit dozens of years long appeared again.
Yiran's body flew up quickly, and stepped out with the seventh step, directly stepping on Mo Xiangyi's abdomen.
As Yiran took seven steps and finally landed on the ground, Mo Xiangyi's figure was kicked away and disappeared into the blood.
There was no sound between heaven and earth, except for the surging blood.
After a while, Mo Xiangyi's faint words came from the distance:
"Ahem, cough, cough, why are you reluctant to kill me?"
"You displayed such fierce martial arts but didn't hit any vital points. Do you still want this girl?"
The words were extremely ethereal, rising and falling in the blood, like ghosts.
Then the next moment, Mo Xiangyi was speechless, and saw Yiran appear in front of him again, and directly stamped his palm on his forehead.
The fair forehead instantly turned red and then purple. Mo Xiangyi's body fell backwards, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood, and the breath on his body fluctuated.
After the flying body finally stopped, his voice trembled and he asked:
"You, how did you find my location? How could you see the blood that can suppress mental power!"
Yiran still didn't make any response, and the Seven-Star Step stepped out again, thinking about Mo Xiangyi's head again.
However, the moment Yiran's body came in front of Mo Xiangyi, she saw Mo Xiangyi looking into her eyes, and she secretly thought something bad.
Before he could hit his fist, Mo Xiangyi's show fist had already landed on his forehead, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably.
In the perception, Mo Xiangyi followed suit and also used the Seven Star Step. His speed was extremely fast and he came to his side in an instant.
He only had time to fold his hands together and press down, but Mo Xiangyi had already used the force of the second step to lift his knees and push them against Yiran's waist.
Although he blocked Mo Xiangyi's attack, Yiran's body flew in another direction.
Mo Xiangyi wanted to take the third step, but she stopped and said with a sweet smile:
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"What a mysterious pace. If the Qi machine stops for a moment, it can't be continued. It's a pity!"
"Hey, Yi Ran, do you think I'm learning well? Isn't it fast?"
Yiran stopped and looked at Mo Xiangyi, not daring to be careless anymore. Mo Xiangyi was not only suitable but had already stepped into the Great Martial Sect, not only in terms of cultivation but also in terms of physique!
After fighting for a long time, Yiran finally spoke again, but it was not to answer Mo Xiangyi's question.
"You and I both have the desire to change the world, so we wanted to protect you in the secret realm, but we didn't expect to attract a thousand-year-old bastard. No, it was the old Dragon King."
"I wanted to find an opportunity to try to save you, but I didn't expect that things would be beyond my control. In the end, my strength is not good enough."
"If I continue to hold on, I will be the one who cannot die. So, I can only choose to kill you and live with your wishes."
Mo Xiangyi smiled sweetly: "I didn't expect you to be a lover!"
Then Mo Xiangyi's voice immediately became desolate and murderous: "It's a pity that this world is the most unlucky to lovers! I want you to understand that if you want to change this world, just dream!"
Mo Xiangyi's voice was sometimes old and sad, sometimes charming and weak, and it was extremely weird.
But after saying these words, there was no trace of coquettishness or weakness in her body, and all she exuded was an old and sad aura.
The cyan light on the left half of the body turned into a huge green dragon, and the golden light on the right half of the body turned into a golden phoenix. The two legendary beasts screamed at the same time!
The body burst out and rushed towards Yiran.
Yiran's mind moved and the wooden sword was unsheathed. At the same time, his body was shaken and arcs of electricity jumped happily on his body.
The two were fighting each other in an instant, one punch after another.
After the Tianxin body was pushed to the extreme, the thunder element hidden in the flesh and blood was stimulated, and at the same time it used wind and thunder.
This is also a skill learned in the secret realm, to attach magic to yourself and strengthen your own abilities.
For a moment, Yiran was like a god of thunder coming to the world. Every punch was accompanied by the roar of wind and thunder, and every palm was flashed with lightning.
Even if Mo Xiangyi's body had reached the sixth level of strength, it would still be uncomfortable.
The green-gold gauze wraps the body, and the bright red blood dyes the gauze with a blush, but every move in the fight is extremely simple, with the meaning of simplifying the complex.
Seeing Yiran's punch with the power of wind and thunder, Mo Xiangyi instantly understood that Yiran, like Wenger, was a practitioner of both magic and martial arts, while Yiran was mainly martial and supplemented by magic.
This is why he can see himself in his blood!
Seeing the fist coming toward his face, Mo Xiangyi tilted his head slightly. At the same time, he exerted force from the bottom up and raised his elbow to hit Yiran's chin.
Yiran stretched out his left hand to hold down Mo Xiangyi's elbow, retracted his right arm and kicked out with his right foot.
Mo Xiangyi's right arm was held down and his body was unable to retreat. At this critical moment, not only did he not choose to evade, but he launched a more ferocious attack.
The blood energy in his left palm turned into substance to block the power of wind and thunder on Yiran's legs, and then he grabbed Yiran's right foot and huddled in front of Yiran.
Then he suddenly opened his arms and kicked Yiran's chest with both legs at the same time.
When Yiran caught her, he was also restrained by her movements.
He only had time to gather the power of wind and thunder in his chest to resist, but with one kick, Yiran's body was instantly kicked out.
After all, Yiran's combat experience is not as good as that of the former king-level warriors.
Just when Mo Xiangyi was about to continue chasing, a sword slashed down, blocking her offensive.
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