The Ancient God Emperor

All over the sky, the shadow of the claw turns into a tiger's claw, which is more than Zhang. It condenses the great vitality and beats Mo Yuting hard. The sharp black light flashes from time to time in the tiger's claw, which is obviously the iron claw in Wen Ming's hand.

As soon as the tiger claw appeared, the air around him suddenly began to boil, like a huge stone thrown into the lake. It rolled violently, with thick smoke and sharp momentum, making Mo Laosan in the air hesitant. He was not sure whether Mo Yuting could resist it.

And once unable to resist, Mo Yuting was caught by tiger claws, then she will not die and will be disabled, disfigurement is for sure.

The speed of tiger claw is very fast. In a short moment, the tiger claw has covered with Mo Yuting.

Mo Yuting looks dignified and moves in her heart. Her sword disappears immediately.

This change made Mo Laosan in the air puzzled: "how to put away weapons? There are real iron claws in the tiger's claws, which are hard to resist without weapons. Eh, that's... "Mo Laosan's expression was suddenly dignified, his eyes were shining, and he immediately understood.

Mo Yuting put away her sword, but her hand was shining, and a nearly transparent sword appeared in her hand again. A little red in the body of the sword kept flowing, which was the blue moon sword that brought Mo Yuting opportunities.

Holding the sword with one hand, Mo Yuting's vitality poured into the blue moon sword. Suddenly, the bright red spot in the sword body speeded up and swam in the sword body like lightning. With the input of vitality into the sword, Mo Yuting's face became paler and paler, but the momentum of her whole body became stronger and stronger, infinitely close to the momentum of xiangkong, When it rises to a certain level, it suddenly stops, as if it is in a bottleneck.

As soon as Wen Ming's face changed, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart. His rich fighting experience made Wen Ming subconsciously accelerate the attack of tiger claw.

Mo Yuting's eyes remain the same, holding the sword with one hand. The sword is shining and more and more prosperous. She doesn't look at the tiger's claws that are about to fall.

Boom.

The tiger's paw was patted, and dust filled the sky. A huge hole appeared in the position of the tiger's paw.

As soon as Wen Ming saw the tiger's paw being photographed, he was relieved that this woman's strength was so strange that she forced herself to use her intermediate combat skills in a perfect situation. She was proud enough to die under the claw of tearing the sky and the earth.

All of a sudden, change suddenly.

A bright and dazzling sword light suddenly lit up, just like splitting the heaven and earth, instantly across the void, leaving a trace of nothingness in the air, instantly cut in front of Wen Ming, unstoppable.

"Ah..."

Wen Ming was shocked. He had no blood on his face. He raised his hands in a hurry to resist. His iron claws were flashing white.

Bang, poof.

Then Jianguang cut the iron claw easily and cut the claw in half. Besides, Wenming's hand was cut off from his wrist, and a stream of blood gushed out.

The sword light cut off Wen Ming's palm, and then it dissipated in the air. Wen Ming was left staring at the broken palm on the ground. He felt a sharp pain and could not help crying.

"Ah... My palm, my palm, ah..."

"Hum"

The dust gradually dispersed, and a cold hum sounded. The sound was as clear as a silver bell, but it was with an irrecoverable chill and murder.

"You can't live without doing evil. Isn't your Kung Fu all in your claws? Then I'll break your claws. "

A beautiful and charming figure slowly rises, a few feet away from the ground, and slowly floats to Wenming.

Wen Ming resisted the sharp pain and sealed the broken arm with vitality to avoid bleeding too much. He looked up and saw a figure floating towards him. His eyes suddenly stared round, but his pupils contracted instantly. He looked at the figure floating in the air with disbelief. This person was mo Yuting photographed by the tiger's claws.

Flying in the sky can break away from the shackles of the earth, so it's called flying in the sky. At the moment, Mo Yuting's feet are not touching the ground, several feet above the ground, which is the symbol of her promotion to flying in the sky.

With the help of her life and death battle with Wen Ming, Mo Yuting broke through the bottleneck of xiangkong and successfully promoted. In the future, she was free to travel.

As soon as Mo Laosan looks at her in the air, he smiles. The more he looks at Mo Yuting, the more he likes her

"This girl is really a good talent, a breakthrough between life and death, good, good, good."

Mo Yuting's face is like frost, holding the blue moon sword, slowly approaching Wen Ming, and she says in a cold voice:

"Today, I would like to thank you for letting me break through this bottleneck. However, you bully my mo family, so you must die. However, I can leave you a whole body."

Wen Ming's face turned pale, and his eyes turned to the other side, hoping that Wu Li could come to save him.

Mo Laosan in the sky, listening to Mo Yuting's words, immediately laughed, "this girl is very interesting. She looks at the evil spirit and has the old style. However, the boy's paws are broken. How can he be a corpse? Ha ha, it's very interesting."

Mo Laosan said to himself, but the two core disciples of lingtianmen next to him were as pale as dust. After all, lingtianmen has been tyrannical all the time, and no one dares to provoke them. Today, someone wants to kill lingtianmen's disciples. Will it be their turn to be next.

"No, no, don't kill me. Please let me go. Please spare my life. Please..."

Wen Ming is completely scared. This woman looks sweet, but she is cruel. She doesn't blink when it comes to killing people. Wen Ming looks at Mo Yuting with fear on his face and constantly kowtows to beg for mercy.

Mo Yuting is not moved at all. She looks at Wen Ming indifferently. She still holds the sword tightly in her hand and approaches Wen Ming slowly.

All of a sudden, Wen Ming jumps up and roars with a ferocious face

"Go to hell."

A dagger suddenly appears, stabbing Mo Yuting hard. The dagger is bloody, and it is obvious that it often soaked in blood.

Mo Yuting doesn't change her expression. With a wave of her long sword, she hisses, just like cutting paper. Her short sword is broken in two. Mo Yuting's long sword keeps cutting Wen Ming's left arm, and her blood spurts out for several meters.

"Ah..." Wen Ming howled miserably, and suddenly rolled on the ground in pain.

Mo Yuting coldly looks at Wen Ming howling on the ground and says in a cold voice:

"If you look at the purpose of the rat, you will know that you want to play tricks. In that case, you don't have to leave the whole body. Go to die."

A sword flashed by, fiercely rowed in the past, with a sharp sword wind, Wen Ming suddenly looked desperate and widened his eyes, his eyes almost narrowed to the extreme.

Ding.

A withered palm suddenly appears in front of Jianguang. When she pinches it in her hand, Mo Yuting is shocked. She looks at a skinny old man with a bent body and a smile on his face. Behind the old man, there are two young people with very difficult faces.

Mo Yuting thinks about it for a while and finds that she doesn't know him. Then she says humbly:

"Who are you, sir? Why do you stop me? He just wanted to kill me. I'm just protecting myself."

The old man laughed and said:

"Nvwazi, don't be nervous. Laojiu is also Mo's family. Laojiu is now called Mo Laosan."

It turns out that this man is mo Laosan in the sky, and the two people behind him are the core disciples of Ling Tianmen.

"Although this boy should die, he can't be killed now."

"Mo Laosan?"

Mo Yuting frowned slightly, and then a flash of inspiration in her mind, suddenly came out with a message about Mo Laosan.

"You, you are..."

Mo Yuting looks at the old man in surprise, and her mouth is not sharp.

Mo Laosan seemed to know what Mo Yuting was going to say and nodded with a smile.

Mo Yuting's face is full of fright. She can't believe it's true. If she looks at it carefully, she can't believe that the bent old man is mo Laosan, who was powerful at that time. However, the feeling between her blood tells Mo Yuting that this man must be Mo's family, and he is a powerful Mo family.

"I've met my grandfather, Mo Yuting."

Mo Laosan suddenly smiles and nods

"Good, good, ha ha."

Suddenly, there was a violent fluctuation of vitality in the distance. Mo Yuting suddenly woke up, and her face was anxious

"Grandfather, my brother over there, Mo Jueyuan, is fighting with others. I want to help."

Mo nods, and then waves his hand. A breeze blows by. Suddenly, several people's figures disappear. Mo Yuting only feels that the scene in front of her changes rapidly. When she sees it again, she is near Mo Jueyuan.

Mo Yuting is about to fight, but Mo Laosan stops her. Mo Laosan shakes his head slightly and says:

"Don't worry. This boy is not in danger. He can handle it. He can't do anything with me."

Hearing this, Mo Yuting immediately stands beside Mo Laosan, quietly watching Mo Jueyuan's battle, followed by three disciples of Ling Tianmen.

The battle between Mo Jueyuan and Wuli is in a bitter battle. Every fight makes Mo Jueyuan's body vibrate. In just a few minutes, Mo Jueyuan and Wuli have fought for nearly a thousand times, and Mo Jueyuan has vomited out several mouthfuls of blood. If it goes on like this, Mo Jueyuan will not be killed, but will also be vomited to death.

Calculating the time, Mo Jue Yuan found that more than ten minutes had passed. He was holding on for a while. As long as he held on for half an hour, those people should be able to take out the xiangkong territory to track.

All of a sudden, Mo Jue yuan took a glance and found that five people came from the distance. With one eye fixed, Mo Yuting was the first.

"Ha ha, sister is OK. Who is the old man? Is he the Mo family?"

Mo Jue yuan guessed that he suddenly saw three young men behind them, one of whom was short and fat. He was the "fat man" who fought with Mo Yu Ting. At the moment, Wen Ming's hands were broken and his left arm was lost. His face was pale and he was seriously injured. But why did he look like this? Mo Jueyuan was puzzled. However, when he saw that Mo Yuting was safe and sound, and the unfathomable old man nodded and smiled at Mo Jueyuan, Mo Jueyuan felt confident. Knowing that he would not die today, he immediately let go of his hands and feet and began to fight.

Mo Jueyuan is full of pride and confidence, but Wuli is on the contrary. Mo Jueyuan doesn't know the three people behind Mo Laosan, but Wuli knows the two core disciples. Their strength is above the transmutation. Now they are following an old man honestly, looking pale and dejected. Is this normal?

Uriton was full of thoughts and thoughts, and his attack slowed down.

How can the battle of life and death be distracted?!