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Chapter seven hundred and ninety-ninth war again after two thousand years(2/2)

"The fourth style of the Domineering Sword - Annihilation!"

As Ji Qianqiu said, Mo Yan was crazy, really crazy. The essence and blood in his body burned in an instant, turning into the power of his body, turning into extremely pure energy, greatly narrowing the gap between him and Ji Qianqiu in an instant. The silver light, which was originally at a complete disadvantage in the sky, rushed up in an instant, and even suppressed the golden light for a while, as if it had become the main theme.

The most terrifying thing is a strong man like Mo Yan who puts life and death aside!

Even if Ji Qianqiu is stronger than him, he is both the Nine Yuan Thunder Tribulation Sanren and the Top Affiliated World of the Martial God Continent. The gap is not too far. Mo Yan's essence and blood burst out, and he fought to the death to completely burn his potential, and finally won the best chance of this battle.

"boom!"

A dull but shocking cry of mourning sound suddenly broke out, as if a powerful bomb exploded in the center of the ground, and the entire ground was trembling and terrified.

This is the strongest trick Mo Yan has learned in the past two thousand years!

The sky became dark and terrifying in an instant, as if darkness was coming and the doomsday began. Ji Qianqiu's face changed to horror, and his expression was full of panic. Even though he was extremely powerful and invincible in the world, he was indeed defeated by Mo Yan's desperate fighting style.

If you don't do anything else, you're not as good as Mo Yan's—

ruthless!

He ruthlessly abandoned his life completely!

Ji Qianqiu himself suffered a lot of injuries in the battle with Lin Nantian. After all, the Three-Rotto Soul-Slaying Nail is a ninth-grade magic weapon. If it is directly hit, it is definitely impossible. However, with Ji Qianqiu's strength, it is not fatal. It seems to be a minor injury, but in fact it is just Ji Qianqiu's force, and the real injury is much more serious than what it seems.

If it weren't for this, how could he allow Mo Yan to provoke him again and again!

He had already used all his strength to kill him.

If a son is wrong, he will be in trouble.

Ji Qianqiu originally hoped that Mo Yan would give up, but he didn't expect that Mo Yan was very smart and truly seized that little opportunity to turn the impossible into possibility.

Thunder flashed through the dark sky, and lightning flashed through it, and the original day turned into night.

This is true annihilation.

It is the soul-losing song that burys Ji Qianqiu.

Mo Yan lay on the shattered martial arts arena, and the rosy on his face has long turned into deep pale. The attack just now has exhausted all his strength, his body has been completely scrapped, and only the remaining spiritual consciousness remains, but it will disappear within a moment.

But Mo Yan did not regret it, and there was no reluctance in his eyes. Instead, there was a smile on his face. It was a feeling of revenge and a feeling of real liberation.

In order to kill Ji Qianqiu and to avenge hundreds of thousands of unjust souls of the Knife Sect, Mo Yan would rather die than let Ji Qianqiu go.

From the corner of his eyes, he looked at Lin Nantian who seemed to be moving gently. A look of comfort flashed across Mo Yan's face, his brows frowned slightly, and his last trace of energy gathered with grinning, gathered into a little white light, which scattered out from his left finger, turned into a beam of light, and hit Lin Nantian who was lying not far away.

"Wow!"

The white beam hit Lin Nantian, but it did not have any lethality. Instead, it wrapped Lin Nantian and condensed into a milky white shield outside his body.

Lin Nantian, who was originally confused, suddenly shuddered, and his mind seemed to have become much more awake. He was originally overwhelmed, and his heavy body seemed to have become much lighter, trembling gently, and his hands and feet seemed to have become flexible, as if the things that belong to him had returned...

Mo Yan glanced at Lin Nantian from the sky, and watched him gradually recover from his movements, and his mouth was light and he felt very satisfied.

However, in an instant, the smile on his face was stunned, his eyes were dull and disbelief, and his whole body was shaking coldly, but he could not move at all.
Chapter completed!
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