Chapter 1290

Mozi Xingyun was surprised, but it was too late to think carefully.

If you can twist the void, you don't have to know how terrible the power of the halberd leaf fire is.

Even if Mozi Xingyun had confidence in himself, he didn't dare to be careless.

He pushed his sword intention to the limit. For the first time, he showed all his strength in the face of a junior martial artist.

On the hillside, ye Xu's eyes were shining with stars. Looking at the battle between the two, the corners of his mouth showed a satisfied smile.

"That's good! It's glorious even if it's defeated!"

In the echo of his voice, ye Huo and Mozi Xingyun hit each other hard.

"Boom..."

Not surprisingly, the two extreme moves collided with each other, and the huge residual waves swept out, and it was about to blast onto the Lingshan mountain.

Ye Xu on the bluestone suddenly disappeared, and then appeared in front of Angelica dahurica. As soon as he grabbed it, all the remaining waves seemed to be attracted and fell into his hands.

Then he was pinched by Ye Xu and turned into nothing.

At this time, in mid air, ye Huo clenched his teeth and fought a tie with Mozi Xingyun.

"Yila... Yila..."

The Qi of sharp gold continuously broke through the air and left blood marks on Ye Huo.

The flame power of Ye Huo also burned on Mozi Xingyun's body. Although Mozi Xingyun's body could not be hurt for a while, his hair and hair could not be defended, and he was directly extinguished in the flame.

"You... Boy, damn it!"

Mozi Xingyun was directly burned into a bald head. Large red spots on his skin were introduced into his body with intense heat, which made Mozi Xingyun furious.

"Don't think you can resist my Mozi wooden sword with a new weapon! Break it for me..."

With the explosion of aura, black light shone on Mozi's wooden sword.

Ye Huo has no spare power to speak at the moment. His whole body strength is concentrated on his arms. Rao is so. His arms are also very painful, and there is a harsh friction sound between his joints.

Fortunately, he soaked in an ice bucket and tied the roots of his flesh very firmly. If he were an ordinary martial artist in the land, his bones and tendons would have been broken and his body would be dead on the spot.

However, it was precisely because there was no spare power that ye Huo could not defend against the spare power. His body was soon torn by the spare power, and there were wounds everywhere.

Body, blood, heart, duty bound.

At the moment, ye Huo has only one idea in his heart.

Never lose.

The black light of Mozi's wooden sword is getting brighter and brighter. At the moment, Mozi Xingyun also urges his strongest strength.

He has never tried his best so far.

In their crazy afterburner, the sound of fragmentation came from the place where the weapons were handed over.

"Hahaha... Boy, your weapon can't support you. This time, I won't give you a chance to vent your strength. All the strength will directly penetrate your body and turn you into blood mist!"

Mozi Xingyun laughed, and the sound of fragmentation became more and more dense in his ears.

At this moment, the smile on his face was stiff.

Because he was surprised to find that what was broken was not the solitary halberd of leaf fire.

But his own Mozi wooden sword.

"This... How is this possible! My Mozi wooden sword!"

Mozi's wooden sword is the last Zhenzong divine sword of Mohist. It has infinite power. At the peak, when a sword is split, the sea withers and the rocks rot, and the earth moves. It is an artifact among the artifact.

Although Mozi's wooden sword was broken after the ancient war, the skinny camel was bigger than the horse. Although Mozi's wooden sword lost nine tenths of its power, its own material is still the foundation of the divine sword.

So don't look at the broken Mozi wooden sword. In fact, there are no weapons that can compete with it.

But now, Mozi's wooden sword began to break.

Mozi Xingyun was shocked and more heartache.

After all, this is the last symbol of Mohism. If it is broken, Mohism will disappear completely.

After all, Mozi Xingyun is also the last generation of Mozi.

"No!"

Mozi screamed in the clouds and hurried to withdraw his strength, but he only recovered a trace of strength, and the power of Ye huochangji swept like a mountain falling into the sea.

At the moment, their strength is stretched like a long bow. If anyone takes back their strength, it is equivalent to making the balanced strength unbalanced and rolled back.

Even if Mozi Xingyun is a master in the middle of heaven, he can't bear it.

In desperation, Mozi Xingyun can only add strength again.

However, with more strength, there was more sound of breaking on Mozi's wooden sword.

It was originally a broken sword body and began to lose its strength.

Mozi wooden sword was originally made from the branches of the divine tree, which contains endless vitality, but now the vitality is lost and will collapse.

"Bitter... I can't imagine that the boy's Halberd has not only the power of space, but also the power of time! It's over!"

Mozi Xingyun secretly complained. He knew that Mozi's wooden sword was inviolable, but there was a power that was Tianke to it.

That is the power of time. Under the long river of time, gold and iron may remain the same, but the wood will eventually wither.

At the moment, Mozi wooden sword is in such a state.

It itself has no vitality. Under the power of time, the last glimmer of vitality began to accelerate.

It is precisely because of the passing of this vitality that Mozi's wooden sword collapsed.

Otherwise, even if ye Huo's strength is doubled, it is impossible to shake the Mozi wooden sword, which was once an artifact.

Mozi Xingyun can't enter or retreat now.

The only idea in his mind now is that ye Huo can't support it before Mozi's wooden sword is completely cut off.

However, ye Huo's tenacity was soon beyond Mozi's expectation. Ye Huo's eyes were wide open, and his strength was like the waves of the sea. One wave was stronger than another. Although his strength was weak, it was endless, and he could not see it cut off in a short time.

"Bitter!"

Mozi Xingyun's old face collapsed. He was the last generation of Mozi's descendants, and then he was cut off.

Now even the disciples haven't received it. Their Zhenzong magic sword will break first. Isn't that a joke.

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared between him and ye Huo.

"What!"

Mozi Xingyun's eyes were wide open. At the moment, the power between them was intertwined again, and the power was more than doubled. Even the martial artists in the early stage of the holy land did not dare to touch them easily, but he was comfortable and calm in the face of their power.

"Who the hell is this person?"

Just when Mozi Xingyun was stunned, someone looked at Mozi's wooden sword and suddenly smiled.

"This sword, what a pity!"

Then he gently stretched out his hand and grabbed at the intersection of gun and sword.

In an instant, their tight strength disappeared.