Through the curling smoke.
Ye Qingluo could vaguely see that behind the smoke and dust, the counterfeit was standing precariously in the air.
Obviously, the counterfeit has no strength to levitate in mid-air.
Struggling for a while.
He finally gave up and fell to the ground.
Then, he raised his head and shot at Emperor Moxuan with sharp eyes.
Even at a disadvantage.
His momentum remained undiminished.
A strong aura burst out from all over his body, turning into sharp blades, entwining Di Moxuan.
Di Moxuan just rolled his eyelids.
His eyes flickered slightly.
A hurricane came out of his body.
The hurricane blows away the surrounding smoke and dust.
The two forces collided again.
With the collision of two forces.
The dead air around him surged towards the half-kneeling impostor again, wave after wave.
With the richness of death.
Little by little, the impostor straightened up.
Clenching his hands into fists, he raised them up high.
There was an earth-shattering roar from his mouth: "Ahh—"
The surge of death energy became more and more rapid.
Almost submerged his whole body in it.
The endless dead air blows the black hair on the counterfeit's shoulders and dances wildly.
His clothes fluttered, and his hazy face also showed a bit of ferocity.
Counterfeit goods at this time.
Where is there still half of Emperor Moxuan's temperament
The whole person is like a demon possessed by a demon, ferocious and terrifying.
I don't know why, when I saw such a heart-piercing, furious counterfeit.
At night, I always feel...
This man has a strange familiarity.
It seems that I have seen it somewhere.
Ye Qingluo frowned slightly.
Seeing the scene where the two of them didn't make a move, they just used their thoughts to release their profound energy to fight.
About to speak...
at this time.
Di Moxuan suddenly restrained the released profound energy.
The sleeve robe moved.
The turbulent air waves around him returned to calm.
He grabbed Ye Qingluo's slender waist and stepped out of the counterfeit's attack range.
Di Moxuan's sudden abandonment of the attack made the impostor slightly startled.
The dead air lingering around his body also hovered and froze in the air.
Under the pervasive anger, the counterfeit's face turned pale: "Di Moxuan, what do you mean?!"
Look down on him
in the nick of time.
Converged all the fighting spirit.
Get out of the fight with him.
what is this
Di Moxuan looked at the counterfeit indifferently, and narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly: "If you absorb the death energy again, I'm afraid you will become a real dead person."
The counterfeit was taken aback.
The coldness eroded by the dead energy in his body made him feel as if he was in an ice cellar.
He was indeed becoming less and less able to feel the existence of his breath.
but…
This kind of words came out of Di Moxuan's mouth.
What a sarcasm.
The counterfeit sneered, and the death energy in his body was also turbulently surging: "What? Lord Dizun loves me, a counterfeit, and doesn't want me to die?"
Di Moxuan glanced at him lightly.
Nothing answered his desire.
It's just a movement of the fingertips with a blank face.
The purple mysterious light is as bright as a star.
When Xuanmang fell on the counterfeit.
The layers upon layers of wrapped dead energy were dissipated bit by bit.
When the dead air dissipates from the body.
The counterfeit lost all support, his body swayed, and he half-kneeled heavily on the ground.
He held on, maintained his body, and fell down completely.
"You... what do you mean?!" The counterfeit's face twitched, anger surging.
Ruodi Moxuan killed him directly.
He might feel better.
but…
Di Moxuan stopped in the middle.
This is contempt for him!