Chapter 799: A rematch after two thousand years

"It's you!" Ji Qianqiu's eyes were blood-red and he said with a clang.

"Long time no see, I didn't expect that I was not dead yet?" The short-haired man looked straight, and he did not lose any disadvantage in the face of Ji Qianqiu's aura. He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and resisted the feeling of discomfort. The collision just now seemed to have repelled Ji Qianqiu, but the trauma he suffered was also quite serious.

"Dao Sect, Mo Yan..."

The cold words, accompanied by Ji Qianqiu's angry eyes, immediately revealed the true identity of the visitor!

It turned out to be him!

A powerful man from the Sword Sect who is unparalleled!

A mysterious person who had a "one-side relationship" with Lin Nantian in the ruins of the Knife Sect.

He is not dead yet?

"Last time I was lucky enough to die. If you didn't stay in the grave, you ran out to die again. I really thought you were too old!" Ji Qianqiu's expression gradually turned plain. A bright white light flashed in his left hand, covering the wound on his lower abdomen, and healed slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A bright light flashed across Mo Yan's eyes and he said in a deep voice: "You have lived long enough, and you can't kill you if you have nine heavenly tribulations. But if God doesn't accept you, I will accept you!"

"Just you?" Ji Qianqiu said disdainfully: "Do you think I can take advantage of others if I get hurt? Don't underestimate people too much! I didn't kill you at the beginning, this time, you won't have a chance to survive! It's just right, I'll clean up two at a time to save me trouble."

"Holy Land?" Mo Yan smiled coldly and said, "How long do you think the place that seeks fame and reputation and is shameless? I said, if God doesn't accept you, I will accept you. As long as you die, see if the holy land cannot fall, the soul of the sword sect will never let you go!"

Judging from Mo Yan's appearance, it is serious, not a false threat. It seems that he has enough strength and confidence.

Ji Qianqiu's face changed, as if he understood something, and said in a deep voice: "No wonder I have never found out the master behind the brothel. It turns out it was you!"

"There are so many things you can't find out, go to die!"

Mo Yan yelled coldly, a silver knife weapon three feet long flashed in the void, revealing a ferocious light. The silver knife light burst out with Mo Yan's momentum. The man and the sword seemed to merge together in an instant. At this moment, a man is a knife, and a knife is a man!

"Wow!"

An extremely sharp sword aura surged out with Mo Yan, and the world changed color.

"The first style of the domineering sword - swallowing mountains and rivers!"

"Is this the sword trick you have created with all your efforts? Let me give it a try, is it just a false reputation?"

Ji Qianqiu shouted coldly, his body jumped up, and the golden feather fan appeared again at some point in his right hand, and a wisp of light passed by, and the white full moon-shaped arc flashed, hitting Mo Yan's sword energy without any hesitation!

The two heroes are magnificent and they have great confidence in their own strength.

"Peng!"

With the dull sound of impact, the first white arc was cut by the silver knife energy, but then one white arc after another came in succession. The silver knife energy could not bear such a heavy burden. Mo Yan's wrist trembled lightly, and the tiger's mouth was numb, and the Badao was about to escape from his hand.

Forced by the white arc light, the powerful impact force made Mo Yan not only return without success, but also retreated continuously, his face turned pale, and it took him a long time to stop retreating.

At this time, Ji Qianqiu fell down lightly, his feather fan shook lightly, and his face flashed with disdain, and he said calmly: "The three domineering styles are nothing more than this. He was not my opponent two thousand years ago, and he still would not be my opponent two thousand years later. Although I was slightly injured, you wouldn't naively think that this would bring the gap in strength between you and me, right?"

Mo Yan gritted his teeth, his expression became quite shrill, as if Ji Qianqiu had reminiscent of his past memories. The hand holding Badao tightly clamped it tightly, causing Badao to make a slight trembling sound, as if it was extremely spiritual, and the muscles of his right arm swelled, and Mo Yan suddenly rushed out like an injured tiger.

"Come again!"

The silver domineering sword raised his chest, and Mo Yan's whole body merged with the knife again. He seemed to have become an invincible terrifying sword weapon. The sharpness in his eyes, combined with the silver aura of the domineering sword, instantly condensed into an extremely huge ball of energy.

"The second style of the Beast Sword - the strong wind and waves!"

As the sword energy was revealed, an extremely violent gust came as expected, and the howling sound seemed to vent the terrifyingness of this move. Mo Yan's eyes were already full of splendor. At this moment, it seemed that his whole person had transformed into a whole with the world and merged into this sword move.

Although Ji Qianqiu's expression was disdainful, he did not dare to neglect. He might not care about other people, but Mo Yan...

But he is the only person who has been "worthy" to be his opponent for thousands of years!

How can you underestimate it!

Not to mention that he has suffered heavy damage now, even when facing Mo Yan in his heyday, he has to do his best to win!

The golden feather fan was like a supreme king. The golden qi rushed over and turned into a tornado-like existence. As Ji Qianqiu's right hand trembled, it attacked Mo Yan again!

This time, the silver sword energy completely gained the upper hand. The existence similar to a tornado could not hinder the domineering aura that was moving forward. The airflow that was rising turned into nothingness in an instant and was scattered in the air. The silver sword energy brought Mo Yan to the sky and fell directly to Ji Qianqiu's location.

At this time, Ji Qianqiu's left hand was filled with lightning and lightning. He suddenly held his right hand. In the golden feather fan, the lightning of the right hand was condensed. In an instant, an extremely violent energy surged out and turned into a ball of lightning, flashing with a strong milky white light, flying straight away, and resisting Mo Yan's silver sword energy.

"Chew!"

Two abnormal energies intersect and condense together, and are equally matched.

Ji Qianqiu's expression seemed extremely fierce and he reacted very quickly. In an instant, his left hand was heading towards the place of the confrontation with thunderous energy. Mo Yan's face was shocked. It was too late to be prepared. He felt a huge pressure suddenly coming, and a dull feeling surged in his chest.

"puff!"

Blood was vomiting wildly, and Ji Qianqiu's left fist hit Mo Yan hard on his chest. Even though Mo Yan was extremely powerful, he was hit by a head-on attack but was seriously injured.

What a strong combat power!

Ji Qianqiu completely overwhelmed Mo Yan, and the situation was a one-sided situation.

I originally thought that Mo Yan's appearance could save me from his disadvantages, but I didn't expect that Ji Qianqiu was so strong.

At this moment, Lin Nantian had already been awakened by the terrifying energy momentum. Although his body was still extremely weak, it did not hinder his willpower. He opened his eyes wide with difficulty and looked at the fierce battle, and was amazed in his heart.

So strong!

Both Mo Yan and Ji Qianqiu are ten times more powerful than him!

Not on the same level at all.

"Who is that short-haired man? What is his identity and why should he save me?" This question hovered in Lin Nantian's mind, but he couldn't think of an answer. With his current state, he really had no time to think about such things. Life and death hanged between the lines. There is no doubt that if the short-haired man was defeated, Ji Qianqiu would definitely start a massacre. Not to mention him, whether the entire Tongtian City can be spared is a question.

One truly terrifying strong man is enough!

After receiving Ji Qianqiu's palm, Mo Yan did not fall to the ground like Lin Nantian and was almost dead. After all, although his strength was slightly inferior to Ji Qianqiu, he was much stronger than Lin Nantian. Although his face was pale, Mo Yan still stood staggeringly, holding the domineering sword firmly in his right hand. This silver knife weapon exuded an imposing light. The sword light lighted the Qinglan Stone. At this time, the competition are already bumpy. These Qinglan Stones, which are known for their tenacity, cannot stop the strong energy of the two peerless strong men.

"It's a pity, it's a pity... you still can't hold back, Mo Yan." Ji Qianqiu shook his head and sighed: "Why don't you wait for a few thousand years? If I luckily pass the last heavenly tribulation, I will definitely be reborn, reshaped, and leave the Martial God Continent. If I die in the heavenly tribulation, I will be considered as avenging you."

Mo Yan's face was extremely pale, his eyes were filled with bright light, he covered his chest with his hands, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said hatefully: "I haven't killed you with my own hands for a day, and hundreds of thousands of undead souls in the Knife Sect can't rest in peace. As the leader of the Knife Sect, how can I feel at ease! Let you pass the heavenly calamity and break through the sky? Don't dream!"

"Go to die!!!"

The silver sword light emitted a dazzling light, and Mo Yan's expression became extremely shrill. The cold cold light tightly shaped his body. The whole person seemed to have fallen into a wonderful state. The huge sword stood in front of him out of thin air, trembling violently. Bunches of silver sword lights vented everywhere uncontrollably, like strands of unjust souls, floating away.

Faced with Mo Yan's horror, Ji Qianqiu's expression became extremely solemn for the first time. He had tried this move two thousand years ago. He almost died in Mo Yan's hand. It was extremely powerful. This move was also Mo Yan's ultimate move, the strongest move!

"The third style of the Beast Sword - Creating the World!"

Mo Yan's eyes emitted a sharp cold light, and his whole body was like a treasure sword unsheathed. The entire sky seemed to be dyed silver by the leaked sword energy. Combined with the extreme energy flame, Mo Yan's offensive reached its peak at this moment!

Ji Qianqiu's hands kept changing, and the golden feather fan in his right hand became extremely huge in surprise. Like Mo Yan's domineering sword, the void stood in front of him, and the golden light continued to increase, as if he was competing with Mo Yan, comparable to...

"Two thousand years ago, you were defeated in my hands, and two thousand years later, you will still be defeated in my hands!"

Ji Qianqiu's eyes suddenly became brighter, and the paleness on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a strange kind of violent and bloodthirsty.

"rise!"

With a blue brown sound, the huge golden feather fan suddenly rose into the air. Ji Qianqiu's hands were palm-shaped and rubbed continuously. In the palms of his palms, a violent air flow surged out, forming a ball of lightning. At the same time, the feather fan kept rotating and tumbling in the air, making a "sad" terrifying sound, just like a ghost locking his soul.

At this time, Mo Yan's domineering sword came out of nowhere, with howling aura and Mo Yan's deep resentment, making a loud thrill of shock. The horrifying sound of horror was like breaking through the heaven and the earth, as if he had cut the heaven and the earth forcibly.

Falling from the sky!

One silver and one gold!

Two extremely violent lights came towards us, and in an instant, a violent roar was heard.

"Wow!"

Light shone everywhere, and there were extremely sad sounds and endless bursts. Lin Nantian felt a buzzing sound in his ears, buzzing, and white light flashed in front of his eyes, and his mind suddenly became extremely confused. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have almost fainted by the strong impact airflow.

Mo Yan's domineering sword and Ji Qianqiu's feather fan.

Who is better?

The answer was immediately clear.

After a brief collision and a sudden stalemate, the golden light in the sky gradually gained the upper hand. The silver light kept trembling, as if it was not supported, and as if it was fearful. After the violent light, the golden feather fan in the void had completely suppressed the Badao. Just like the masters of both, Ji Qianqiu's expression seemed even more shrill and hideous, as if he was a demon king in the world. On the contrary, Mo Yan's face was very pale, his body twitched slightly, and blood stains on his mouth were obviously almost unable to hold on.

"Oh shit!"

Mo Yan cursed angrily, but the expression in his eyes did not give up. Instead, Li Guang was even better. He was like an angry lion, with hair standing in a row, and his refined short hair was soaring to the sky, as if he had completely revealed his mood at this moment. His eyes glanced at Lin Nantian, who seemed to be unconscious, and a trace of firmness flashed deep in Mo Yan's eyes. He gritted his teeth tightly and shouted loudly!

Suddenly, Mo Yan's momentum doubled, and a lot of blood suddenly oozed out of the corners of his mouth, his cheeks turned from pale to red in an instant, his brows flashed with silver light, his hands became extremely thick, his violent muscles seemed to be about to break the skin, his veins were exposed, and his blood vessels seemed to be stretched out...

Ji Qianqiu felt something wrong with Mo Yan at the first moment, and his face changed instantly, and the blood red in his eyes became mixed with anger and horror.

"Damn it, what's the crazy bastard Mo Yan going crazy? He actually hurt himself!"

Although he was angry, Ji Qianqiu did not dare to be careless at all. When he was forced to do so, a trace of ruthlessness and indomitableness flashed deep in his eyes. His whole body suddenly became angry, and the golden light suddenly lit up again. Although the increase was not as good as that of the silver light, it should not be underestimated.

Mo Yan's face was extremely sacred and there was no expression at all. At this moment, he completely put his life and death aside.

For is one thing.

Win, he wants to win!

What's scary about death? What's scary about living sadly!

He didn't want to avenge all the sword sect members and leave the last trace of flame for the sword sect!

"Go to die, Ji Qianqiu!"
To be continued...