But his support obviously has limits.

After fighting for an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua was finally exhausted, his mind was exhausted, and he stumbled, revealing a flaw.

The "black ink painting" that had been pressing the ink painting suddenly showed a ferocious smile, holding it in vain with its left hand, and evil thoughts rose, manifesting the Lishan Cremation Evil Array, trapping the ink painting in the array. Then it condensed the black water sword in its right hand, and fiercely

Throwing it, the black water sword soaked with sinister evil energy flew out of the air and went straight to Mo Hua's heart.

The black mountain stirred and turned into a cage. Evil fire surged and evil thoughts surged, engulfing the ink painting directly.

The sinister black water sword also stabbed where the ink painting was. The sword light shattered and strangled him wantonly. Dark evil thoughts, mixed with firelight, filled the air for a moment.

But when the smoke cleared, there was no figure drawn in ink in the formation.

"Black Ink Painting" looked up and saw an ink painting with a dim golden light on the edge of the formation. He was panting with the Mountain Sword in his hand. It was obvious that he had just used some means to avoid this formation that consumed a lot of evil thoughts.

And the killing game of swordsmanship.

"You're lucky...but you won't be able to hold on to your 'drowned dog' look for much longer..."

"Black Mo Hua" sneered, and then without any nonsense, he re-manifested the pitch-black Mountain Sword and attacked Mo Hua again. Mo Hua, whose oil was all gone, could only grit his teeth and continue to fight against his blackened self.

After fighting like this for a while, the ink painting finally failed again and showed flaws.

"Black Mo Hua" continued to kill, using both formations and sword techniques, trying to take Mo Hua's life.

Huge spiritual fluctuations came, but after the smoke subsided, Mo Hua still "suffered" "dangerously". "Black Mo Hua" was extremely angry and killed Mo Hua again.

The ink painting barely held up, but several times, it was about to hang up, but the "black ink painting" kept hanging up and finally realized something was wrong, and immediately said angrily:

"Your divine marrow has not been used up at all! Do you still have the divine marrow left?" Mo Hua shook his head: "No."

Hei Mohua's eyelids twitched and he pointed at him and said: "You are still quibbling, what is that on the corner of your mouth? Isn't it the essence of the spirit you just stole?" Mo Hua wiped the corner of his mouth, "You are wrong, this is the blood I vomited.

"

Hei Mo Hua was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "You are indeed... despicable and cunning." Mo Hua stopped pretending and said confidently:

"I'm a child from a poor family. Whether it's spiritual stones or divine marrow, I'm used to saving a little as a spare to avoid running out. I feel panicked." Mo Hua looked at "Hei Mo Hua", "Didn't you say you are me?

?You should understand this habit."

"Black Ink Painting" was silent.

Mo Hua said strangely, "You don't understand? Oh, right..."

He suddenly realized something and confirmed something, "You say it's me, but after all, you were born in the Great Wilderness, the embryo is bad, and you don't know the sufferings of low-level monks. After all, you are not me."

The face of "Black Ink Painting" is gloomy and very ugly.

It suddenly realized that it still underestimated this half-human, half-god kid. It was really difficult to kill...much more difficult to kill than ordinary gods.

But no matter how difficult it is to kill, there should be a limit.

"You don't have much divine marrow left," Hei Mo Hua looked at Mo Hua with his evil eyes, "I don't believe how much marrow you will have left after fighting against a third-grade divine skeleton. You can't delay it for too long."

Mo Hua nodded and admitted, "There isn't much left, we can't delay it for too long, so..." "I'm going to kill you too!" Mo Hua said solemnly.

The pupils of the black ink painting shrank.

Mo Hua held his hands in empty hands and raised them above his head, with a look of determination: "I admit, you did push me into a desperate situation..."

"I have indeed been plotted by you. At this moment, I am at my weakest, and my essence is indeed gone." "If I delay it any longer, I have no chance of winning, so I can only fight to the death."

"With this final sword, I will fight you to the death!" "If I win, then I am still me."

"If I lose, then you become me."

"Do you dare to fight with my life for this last sword?"

Mo Hua's eyes were stern, like looking at an ant, looking at the blackened self in front of him. Hei Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then he felt angry.

Do you dare?

It sneered, "Don't forget, I was born in the mold of you. I know all your moves. Do you think you can kill me with the Divine Sword?" Mo Hua said: "

How will you know if you don’t try?”

The black ink painting has an indifferent expression. It doesn't intend to fight.

It knows better than anyone else how cunning and difficult the body of "Mo Hua" is, and how much dirty water there is in its belly. He wants to fight with himself, and there is definitely something wrong with it.

"Black Ink Hua" remained motionless, and then he discovered that while Mo Hua was talking about "fighting the sword", he was actually raising his hands above his head. There was no movement at all, no sword energy condensed at all, and even his eyes flickered, and there was a little bit.

Guilty.

"Black Ink Painting" understood instantly. He was bluffing!

He is me and I am him.

He knew that "I" was suspicious, so he bluffed and pretended to fight to the death, but in fact it made him fearful and did not dare to fight to the death with him. He was stalling for time!

When he was dragged to his death, the Dao Monument emerged and protected his sea of ​​consciousness, so he had nothing to do with him. But spells, formations, and even the general "Sword Transformation Style" couldn't kill him at all.

The only way to kill him is the final form of Taixu's divine mind that transforms into a sword - "God-killing Sword". "Black Ink Painting"'s pupils trembled, and his thoughts changed rapidly:

"It's not that he wants to fight with me, but that I should fight with him!"

"Before the Dao Monument appears, use this sword to kill him. This is my only chance to replace the 'Mo Hua'."

"He also understands this about 'Mo Hua', so he took the lead and pretended to fight me desperately, which made me fearful and dare not really fight him to the death with the 'God-Slaying Sword'."

"As long as I hesitate and dare not take action to actually kill him, then once the time comes, I will no longer be able to do anything to him. All my plans so far have been in vain..."

"Black ink painting" has the same origin as ink painting, and I instantly understood the idea of ​​"ink painting".

Then it no longer hesitated. It held both hands in the air, and the pitch-black evil sword array condensed into the swords of divine thoughts one by one. They merged in its hands with terrifying momentum. I can also use the sword he knows. He can do it too.

If you understand, I understand too.

His spiritual thoughts were damaged and consumed a lot, and his divine marrow was almost used up. But my evil thoughts are still abundant. This sword will determine life and death, and I have the advantage!
Chapter completed!