Super Sneering System

In the sky, momon unfolded his dark wings and stabilized his body.

After improving his fighting power, he was finally wounded by Wang Xiaojian.

He sprayed blood, but he didn't admit defeat.

On the contrary, the painful feeling from his chest and Wang Xiaojian's unremitting killing opportunity made his face crazy.

"Wang Xiaojian, if you win, force me to do it!"

Momeng drowned in the corner of his mouth, his eyes turned red and full of hatred.

The ferocious face is like the devil in hell.

Wang Xiaojian spread out the blue flame wings, and stopped in the air. He said coldly, "momon, do you still have your cards?"

"Not bad!"

Mo Meng opened his mouth, his voice was loud, and then he laughed grimly in the direction of Wang Xiaojian.

He did have another trick.

That move, too expensive, was banned by him. After self-cultivation, he never used it.

"Wang Xiaojian, I am the emperor of mora, the greatest emperor in the southeast region. How can I die if I want to become this eternal emperor?"

"This move of mine is the strongest killing move of Yougui eroding the moon sword. At the beginning, I used the souls of 100000 people to refine them into ghost spirits, and imprisoned them in my soul breaking sword

"As long as I use this move, the ghost spirit in the sword can be condensed into a ghost king and attached to me."

"The cost of this move is very high. After it is used, my soul will be hurt. But as long as I can kill you, it's worth it. Now, I'll kill you with it

He was murderous and his eyes were red with blood.

However, Wang Xiaojian's body, sent out a more powerful killing machine, "momon, you are really cruel, you use 100000 people's souls to practice your martial arts skills, it's really heinous!"

"Coincidentally, I also have a martial arts skill, which has not been used so far."

"I'll do it for heaven. Momon, let's fight for life and death

Wang Xiaojian holds the judgment sword.

In the sky, he spread the wings of fire, the breath spread.

Mormon sent out a cold hum and grinned grimly, "I am the emperor of the Mola, and it's my honor to be the soul of my sword practice."

"Wang Xiaojian, don't bluff any more. You can't stop this move. You'll die."

"Ghost eroding the moon -- ghost king comes, roar!"

In the sky, momon held his bloody sword in both hands, and his eyes shot blood red light.

With the sound of "hum", ripples spread around the sword.

From the bloody sword, a jet of black mist.

The fog and ghosts are so dense that it seems to come from the underworld.

In a flash, the wind was blowing all around, and the sound of crying ghosts and wolves was heard in the air.

Numerous fierce ghosts, flying out of the Blood Sword space of momeng, screamed bitterly. Under the guidance of momeng's martial arts, they condensed into a ghost King's virtual shadow.

This ghost king looks ferocious, and his whole body exudes the breath of extreme cold, which makes people feel numb at a glance.

Then, under the control of momon, it slowly merged with momon.

Boom!

The ghost king is attached to the body, and momon is like a ghost emissary from hell.

His combat power has been climbing from one star Wuzong realm to the highest level of one star Wuzong realm.

"Wang Xiaojian, die!"

Mo Meng didn't give Wang Xiaojian a chance. After the ghost king was possessed, he raised his sword and chopped Wang Xiaojian.

With the improvement of power, the power of momeng sword technique will increase.

The bloody sword Qi of hundreds of Zhang long runs through the direction of Wang Xiaojian!

With a sword, in the air, there are ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The bloody sword is like the road to hell.

Everyone who looks up at the sky feels fear and trembles.

Even through the array, they all feel the breath of death.

Like the door of hell opened, death came from hell and asked for their lives.

However, just at this time, the air, sounded a quiet chattering sound.

The trembling sound diffused and turned into melodious singing.

The song is beautiful, just like the immortal sound in the sky.

When the voice rang out, the fear in the hearts of the people in Dazhen was suppressed, and then gradually disappeared.

Then, each of them presented a beautiful scene in their mind -

in the fairyland, a sword fairy in white robe practiced sword and sang.

He was haunted by immortality, agile and unrestrained.

Every time he stabbed, he could condense a bright sword spirit through the sky.

Each sword Qi condenses, and the song flies.

The sound of the sword reverberates in all directions.

In a moment, the singing reached a climax --

"a poem, a wine, a long song, a sword, the end of the world!"

"Sword of the river, from heaven!"Green lotus sword song!

Hum!

In the melodious singing, the bright sword spirit turns into the Milky way in the sky.

It integrates the artistic conception of gold and carries the sacred fire of heaven and earth.

It has torn the road of bloody hell created by momon, and under the eyes of countless people, it has merged with Wang Xiaojian, making Wang Xiaojian's body become a cross world awn!

Brush, brush, brush!

The sword song of green lotus comes into play.

This is a sword, and also a combination of heaven and earth.

Destroy the sky and the earth, full of boundless killing opportunities, and crush the bloody sword.

With a loud sound of "bang", the bloody sword of the earth level was directly broken.

Immediately, all the swords that contain the sword meaning and the holy fire of heaven and earth fall on the body of momon.

Ah ah ah!

In the air, there was a cry of pain.

In one after another, Mo Meng's body is cut seriously by the sword spirit of Qinglian sword song.

The whole body spatter with blood, and the body fell down from the sky.

Boom!

Poof!

Momon falls on the plain in front of Zhongzhou city.

His body was in pain, and a mouthful of blood came out again.

Mormon is extremely powerful, but it can not withstand such a blow.

The ghost King's breath saved him from death.

However, at this moment, after suffering from Wang Xiaojian's Qinglian sword song and the strength of falling thousands of feet, it completely broke up.

He was bleeding and his breath was wilting.

"Damn How could... "

Momon was seriously injured, weak and miserable, but his face was even more incredible.

The ghost King's possession is his strongest killing move, which is refined by the souls of 100000 people.

In his eyes, this is the killing move of God blocking and killing Buddha, but it is defeated directly by Wang Xiaojian.

I can't believe it.

At this time, there was a roar in the air again.

It's another part of momon.

Under the joint attack of Zhao Yun, Wang Zhaojun, Huang Zhong and Zhang Fei, they couldn't bear it any longer and burst into pieces.

When he died, momon was attacked again.

As soon as he was shaken, he spurted blood and turned pale as paper.

The breath of momeng fell, from the level of Wuzong to the emperor of Wu.

The spirit also became depressed.

At this moment, Wang Xiaojian flies down from the sky with the sword of ruling belief.

"Mormon, die!"

In the sky, Wang Xiaojian drinks coldly.

Mormon was afraid.

He was covered with blood and was badly injured.

However, his instinct to survive made him immediately activate the few true Qi in his body, spread his wings and fly to the sky.

He wanted to get out of the sky.

But, no way.

Wang Xiaojian's figure flashed, cut off his way, let him escape no escape!