Mo Tong snorted coldly, and said: "Then let your horse come here!"
call-
A terrifying breath erupted from Mo Tong's body, and a starlight shot up into the sky, and he directly used the astrology.
A Ye Xing stepped on his head, this is already the limit that Motong can tolerate, he cannot tolerate a second person challenging his position.
Ying Xiangyang's challenge completely aroused the anger in Mo Tong's heart, and his strength exploded.
"Hehehe...!"
Ying Xiangyang sneered, not paying much attention to the terrifying aura emanating from Mo Tong.
Ying Xiangyang said: "You are so angry, but unfortunately, your strength improvement has not been very good in this year. There is no good result if you have anger and no strength."
Mo Tong said angrily: "It's more than enough to deal with you, a junior!"
Ying Xiangyang chuckled lightly: "Haha... I'll let you see what a true genius is!"
While speaking, Ying Xiangyang raised his hand, and a high-grade spiritual weapon sword appeared. At the same time, a starlight rushed out from between his eyebrows, using astrology.
The astrology of Ying Xiangyang is a hurricane star, and its grade has reached the extreme level.
Whoosh—
Ying Xiangyang's hurricane astrology greatly increased Ying Xiangyang's speed, his figure flashed and disappeared instantly.
Mo Tong looked shocked suddenly, Ying Xiangyang's speed was too fast, even he couldn't see Ying Xiangyang's figure clearly, he could only vaguely see a faint figure moving extremely fast, bringing out an afterimage.
Ying Xiangyang not only has the hurricane astrology that increases the speed, but his understanding of the general trend of the wind is far beyond that of ordinary geniuses.
In terms of speed alone, even a nine-star master may not be as good as Ying Xiangyang, and Mo Tong's strength is still in the middle of the eight-star master, so it is difficult to see Ying Xiangyang's figure clearly.
Mo Tong's expression was stern, Ying Xiangyang suddenly appeared in front, and suddenly appeared behind, his whereabouts were unpredictable, and he might attack from any direction, which made him feel unpredictable and under great pressure.
"If you want to fight, you can fight, what kind of tricks are you playing!"
Seeing that Ying Xiangyang did not attack for a long time, Mo Tong gave a cold shout.
If Ying Xiangyang directly attacked him, Mo Tong would still be able to lock the opponent's body with basic crisis sensing, but Ying Xiangyang kept moving around him quickly, which made it impossible for Mo Tong to determine the location of Ying Xiangyang. It is depressing.
"Haha... , are you so anxious to fail? I will help you!"
Ying Xiangyang smiled and said, the voices came from almost all directions, as soon as the words fell, seven piercing sounds suddenly resounded in the void.
The seven sword gangs attacked Mo Tong from different directions and angles at the same time.
The best spirit martial arts—Eighteen Eighteen Swords of Sky Eagle!
Ying Xiangyang changed direction, stabbing out seven swords in an instant.
Fierce Blood Claw!
Mo Tong's hands were flushed, and he used his sharp blood claws, quickly grabbed them out, and smashed all the seven sword gangs into pieces.
"That's all you have?" Mo Tong said coldly.
"Hehe, it was just an appetizer just now, now it's the real deal!"
Ying Xiangyang's voice sounded, followed by Jian Guang.
In an instant, twelve sword lights, all in all directions, were sword gangs, killing Mo Tong.
Mo Tong's pupils shrank, his sense of crisis was overwhelming, he could easily block the seven swords coming at the same time, but Ying Xiangyang's twelve swords coming from different directions in an instant made him feel unstoppable a feeling of.
After all, these sword gangs came from different directions. If they were from the same direction, even if dozens of swords were killed at the same time, Mo Tong might not be able to resist it, but now, Mo Tong feels his life is in danger.
"Blood Shadow Storm!"
With a loud shout, Mo Tong used the ultimate move in Lixue Claw, and the shadow of the claw clawed heavily in all directions, like a bloody storm.
ding ding ding ding ding...
In an instant, ten beeps sounded in succession, and all ten sword gangs were blocked by Mo Tong.
However, there are a total of twelve sword gangs that were killed!
Whoosh—
At the same time as Mo Tong cast the Blood Shadow Storm, his figure moved. He scattered ten sword beams, and the figure shot out from a safe angle in an instant, while the other two sword beams fell through.
"The moment you've been waiting for is your breakout!"
Ying Xiangyang's voice came, accompanied by a terrifying sword gang.
call out-
The wave of void air was instantly split into two halves, the sky seemed to be cut by this sword, and the terrifying sword slashed in front of Mo Tong in an instant.
This sword is not just a long-range attack from Jiangang, Ying Xiangyang holds the top-grade spiritual weapon sword and directly kills it, it is the fastest and strongest sword!
The speed of this sword surpassed any previous sword, Mo Tong looked terrified, and hurriedly rotated the star gang, forming a body shield, so as not to forcefully grab a claw, the sword gang had already killed him.
As soon as the claw gang was condensed into shape, it was instantly split by the sword gang, and the body shield was also split into two under the top-grade spiritual weapon sword.
The sword of the top-grade spiritual weapon slammed on Mo Tong's body, Mo Tong let out a miserable groan, vomited blood, and his figure retreated.
Mo Tong was wearing a top-quality spiritual-level defensive inner armor. The blade of the sword did not cut through the inner armor and hurt the body, but the terrifying power contained in this sword was transmitted to Mo Tong's body and hurt the inner organs. .
Ying Xiangyang stood with his sword in his hand, with a look of pride on his face, he said, "I, Ying Xiangyang, am the number one pride and genius of Eastern God Continent? In front of Ying Xiangyang, who in Eastern God Continent would dare to call him a genius?"
Mo Tong was struck a thousand meters away by Ying Xiangyang's sword, his face turned pale, and he quickly ate a healing elixir, and his complexion improved.
Looking at the arrogant Ying Xiangyang, Mo Tong's face was ashen, full of resentment.
His pride as the No. 1 Tianjiao was ruthlessly crushed once again, and Ying Xiangyang stepped on his head after Ye Xing.
puff-
Mo Tong spit out a mouthful of blood again, but this time it was not caused by Ying Xiangyang, but because he had nowhere to vent his depression and was so angry that he vomited blood.
However, after he vomited blood, the gloom in his heart dissipated a lot. Seeing the proud Ying Xiangyang, Mo Tong frowned, and a thought suddenly occurred to him.
Mo Tong said with hatred: "Ying Xiangyang, the title of the No. 1 pride in Eastern Shenzhou, but it's not your turn!"
Ying Xiangyang stared at Mo Tong with eyes like a sword, and said: "Even you are my defeated general, who... is still my opponent?"
Hearing the words 'defeated under his command', Mo Tong's face turned blue, almost distorted, and his heart was extremely angry.
Mo Tong glanced at Ye Xing, and said: "I am the number one genius of the descendants of the Blood Front Empire, but Ye Xing is no longer me. You still have a long way to go to become the number one talent in Eastern God Continent!"
Whether it was Ye Xing or Ying Xiangyang, Mo Tong felt resentful in his heart, so as long as the two of them were fighting, one of them would always be injured.
No matter who was injured, Mo Tong felt better than now.