Legendary Pharmacist

What exactly is Mo Junrong waiting for? Zheng Qiu was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that Mo Junrong was delaying on purpose.

Now covering the clouds and covering the sun, there are still fifty vanguard practitioners standing behind, preventing the blazing soul army from approaching the sky boat.

Fifty people, of course, can't really stop the enemy army, they just buy time for others to board the sky boat.

The power of heaven and earth in the current environment is locked, and the vanguard's cultivators naturally have greatly reduced combat effectiveness.

Not to mention blocking the enemy army, it's hard to say whether they can keep themselves alive.

Even for cultivators above the False God Realm, the amount of power of heaven and earth accumulated in their bodies is still limited.

As the battle time prolongs, the power of heaven and earth in their bodies will be consumed rapidly, and when it is exhausted, they can only exert their combat power at the level of Qi Yao.

Fifty strong men cannot die, and I must disrupt Mo Junrong's rhythm and regain the initiative on the battlefield.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qiu took two steps forward and jumped off the giant's head.

"Mo Junrong, taste your Grandpa Yao's fist!"

Facing Zheng Qiu who was flying down, the corners of Mo Junrong's mouth turned up, revealing a scornful smile.

Then he carried the stone ax behind his back, and a two-foot short sword appeared in the palm of his right hand, using Wen Jianzong's Shadow Crossing sword technique.

The figure was blurred, hidden in the environment, and slid away from the original position without a sound.

Zheng Qiu swung his fist over, the air waves on the fist hit only a dim afterimage, and he didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Fleeing in vain, Zheng Qiu's falling trend could not be stopped, and he was smashed into the scorched earth like a hard stone.

Black soil slag splashed, and a large pit appeared on the ground.

Zheng Qiu turned over from the pit, looked up at the sky, and saw Mo Junrong's figure slowly emerging.

"You cowards, don't hide if you have the guts, come down and fight me!"

Zheng Qiuyao pointed at Mo Junrong's nose and roared, but Mo Junrong had no intention of fighting, instead he hooked his dagger and laughed.

"Hahaha, you speak loudly, since you are so capable, you can do it yourself!"

Mo Junrong's arrogant attitude,

Zheng Qiu's teeth itch with anger.

However, he couldn't fly up and couldn't reach Mo Junrong.

The reason is that Zheng Qiu's energy is quite special. Under the influence of divine power, he has the ability to stimulate plants, but loses the thrust of normal energy.

Therefore, he couldn't use his vigor to support light flight like ordinary practitioners.

Later, Zheng Qiu mastered the divine power of vitality, and learned to use the divine power to guide the power of heaven and earth, flying like a normal cultivator in the divine realm.

But now that the power of heaven and earth is locked, he can't use his only flying method, so he can only stare at Mo Junrong in the sky.

After thinking for a while, Zheng Qiu took out the seeds and stimulated the growth of vines, which were drawn far into the sky.

Unexpectedly, Mo Junrong's backhand dragon slashing sword technique, with a dragon swing tail, swept away all the vines and cut them off.

Zheng Qiu changed his method, recruited a piece of sedge as a pedal, and manipulated the sedge to lift himself into the air.

But it was not very high from the ground, even less than ten feet, and Mo Junrong swung down a rain of sword light.

"Curly Cloud Falling Rain Sword?"

Zheng Qiu pulled out the wooden stick and spun it, crackling and knocking the sword light away.

However, Jianmang's main target was not Zheng Qiu's body, but the moss under his feet.

The sedge pedal was instantly blown into a sieve, lost its supporting ability and shattered, and Zheng Qiu fell back to the ground again.

Mo Junrong smiled confidently, appearing confident.

"Without the power of heaven and earth, your long-distance attack methods are limited. I will not make the same mistake and easily allow you to get close."

Just when Zheng Qiu was glaring at the sky, he had nothing to do with Mo Junrong.

A shadow lingering with cyan light came out from the other side of the god-faced Fatian giant, and came from a dead corner behind Mo Junrong.

"Wind Transformation Elephant!"

The blue light exploded suddenly, rolling up countless howling whirlwinds, and compressed into a gigantic physical sword in an instant.

The gigantic sword formed by the gust of wind was twelve feet long, and with a whistling and ear-piercing sound, it slashed at the back of Mo Junrong's head.

Hearing the words "Fenghuaxiang", and it was a female voice, Mo Junrong's face suddenly turned three points pale.

Of course he knew who was making the move, it was his deadly enemy Yunyou.

Among the practitioners in Yunxiu Continent, there are only two who can transform into elephant swordsmanship, Yun You and Hong Xiaohuan.

Hong Xiaohuan's initial cultivation in the Divine Land Realm is only proficient in performing the first move of the Transforming Elephant Sword Technique, so there is nothing to worry about.

Yun You is different, her cultivation cannot be measured by the normal realm, and the Transformation Sword Technique can even be used to the third move.

And she also has the magic weapon Yunshan Mist, the attack power is far beyond the ordinary supreme.

Mo Junrong didn't have time to dodge, so he crossed the ax of destiny behind his head, and urged the strength in his body to connect hard.

Boom, the sound of the collision is like ringing a big bell, and the spreading sound waves make people's ears tingle.

The Wind-to-Elephant Sword that Yunyou slashed broke into pieces after hitting the Destiny Axe for a while.

The airflow turns into a shock wave and blows away, and the whirlwinds visible to the naked eye rub against each other, blowing out dense arcs and sparks.

The two divine weapons confronted each other head-on, and the force of the impact was completely reversed, sending Yunyou flying backwards.

On the other hand, Mo Junrong's situation is not going well.

The Divine Ax of Destiny has resisted the Fengfenghuaxiang sword, but he himself cannot withstand the aftermath of the sword's collapse.

The whirlwind that continues to rotate is like countless bucket-sized millstones, smashing everything in its path.

Mo Junrong raised the left hand of the stone axe, and the strength of the protective body on the surface was instantly broken, and the skin and flesh were scraped off layer by layer.

In a gust of scarlet blood, his left arm seemed to have been scraped by a meat slicing knife, leaving only white bones.

At the same time, the clothes on his body were also turned into strips by the whirlwind, drooping like a mop.

But the body protection is relatively strong, the whirlwind only left hundreds of bloodstains, and did not scrape the flesh and bones.

The anti-shock force of the collision of the two magic weapons also acted on Mo Junrong.

He couldn't maintain the flying altitude, and fell more than eighty feet to the ground at once, before he stabilized his body.

"Good fight!"

On the ground, seeing Mo Junrong being seriously injured, Zheng Qiu raised his arms and cheered happily.

The flesh and blood of the left hand was scraped off, which is equivalent to the left arm being cut off.

Without a hand, Mo Junrong is disabled, what else can he do.

In the air, Yunyou quickly stopped the backward trend, turned back and stared at Mo Junrong coldly.

The four-foot-long gray mist sword on the right hand was gradually filled with the power of heaven and earth, and was filled with blue light again.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the sword move is accumulating strength, and Yunyou will attack again soon.

Mo Junrong put away the short sword, snapped back the bare arm bone of his left arm with his right hand, and changed the ax of destiny to his right hand.

Looking at the condition of his left arm, he showed no panic, not even a trace of anxiety.

He closed his eyes slightly, then opened them abruptly, and let out a roar of anger.

In an instant, a strange but familiar heat emerged from his abdomen and quickly spread throughout his body.

The air around him was a little distorted, and Mo Junrong seemed to have turned into a high-temperature furnace, constantly releasing powerful heat.

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