Originally, the Lihen Yan Wheel was aimed at Xu Yangche with a sharp blade. But now, after Xu Yang's holy sword was moved, it deflected at a slight angle, and suddenly flipped upwards, and the blunt face of the wheel blade slapped towards Xu Yang.

This change was beyond the expectations of the Mo kings. They could not believe that Xu Yang could actually make such a subtle response in the flash.

Under the control of Mo Shanqing's mental power, the flight trajectory of Lihen Flame Wheel will not be too deviated, but he cannot control this subtle change in sharp blades and blunt surfaces.

"Hmph, anyway, I just need to guarantee that the Lihen Flame Wheel can hit the target, which is enough. Whether it is a sharp blade or a blunt face, Xu Yang will definitely die." Mo Shanqing said.

"Yes," said the fifth ancestor of the Mo family, "Xu Yang just leveraged the power of the holy sword, and his body's defense was not strong. The Lihen Yan Wheel attack of the six kings and princes, even if it was just a collision, would be enough to kill him!"

It was a time to say that, and then Xu Yang was already imprinted on his chest by the Lihen Flame Wheel. A fierce fire poisonous force invaded Xu Yang's body.

A trace of determination flashed in Xu Yang's eyes, and he murmured happily: "Come on... I just want to use your power!"

"The fire is the true body!"

"The Great Ri Qianyuan Sword, the third form - both burnt!"

Xu Yang's body was filled with fire, and he had become a burning fire man. Xu Yang took advantage of the boosting power of the Lihen Flame Wheel, holding the Qianyuan Holy Sword in his hand and shooting towards Luo Baishui.

At this moment, Luo Baishui's blue-black Dharma body was only ten feet away. He knelt on one knee, raised his long sword, and struggled to hold the huge palm falling from the sky.

"Master, I will help you."

A sound of sound came into my ears, and then a red light full of red light, burning flames rushed into the huge palm. Then, Luo Baishui heard a wild roar: "Bao burned!"

The surging fire-epic mysterious power burst out and exploded one after another! This attack was not only Xu Yang's holy sword technique, but also borrowed the combined mysterious power of the Mo kings. It was incredible.

What a character, Luo Baishui? He has experienced many battles and has a strong ability to grasp the fighter. In an instant, he felt the loosening of the palm of the statue and immediately showed his power.

"Thousand Blades Break the Sky!"

A long rainbow soared into the sky. In the rainbow, there were shrill and graceful arcs mixed with them, slashing on the palm of the holy statue. The huge palm of the holy statue rumbled backwards into the sky.

However, Xu Yang condensed the power of the kings and used the sword-burning pose, the final power of the sword-burning pose, was just just exploded!

The rumbling sound resounded throughout the Yundu, and amid the bursts, a tragic mood of death but not life and the burning of jade and stones spread out.

Luo Baishui narrowed his eyes and shouted in surprise: "Good disciple!" He is the Invincible Xuan King, with a sharp spiritual sense. He sensed ominousness in an instant.

The explosion finally stopped, and the palm of the statue. One of the fingers broke, and deep and shallow scratches were left in the rest. Soon, it retracted back to the sky and disappeared.

"Ancestor's Holy Image!" The heart of Dehuaiyuan was shocked and fearful. In his heart, the invincible ancestor's holy image was actually damaged, which made him unable to redeem it for a hundred deaths.

"Unworthy descendants... are guilty!" The voice of Mohuayuan was shrill. He could not refuse the damage to this saint statue of his ancestors.

Luo Baishui waved his palm to open the explosion of smoke. Seeing Xu Yang, who was dressed in a torn clothes and a pale face, this evil king who was cynical in the world was stunned in an instant.

A huge explosion sounded on the ground and a huge pit with a diameter of ten feet was blown up. Xu Yang's body was in the center of the pit. His face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to have no breath.

Suddenly, Luo Baishui's mind was filled with lightning and memories appeared.

In the Baji Bamboo Tower in Canglan Mansion.

A stubborn boy, under the pressure of a king like a sea, tried hard to stand up straight, his eyes full of unyielding expressions.

"Are you going to be a disciple?"

"No worship!"

"Hahahaha, not bad, good disciple is very good. If you can't stand my pressure and admit defeat to the master, I will not accept it! Humph, I, Luo Baishui, have been around for half my life, how can I accept a cowardly disciple? But now... You good disciple, I, oh no, I must accept it for my master!"

Canglan Mansion Martial Arts Fair.

"Elder Luo, you can't force your disciples if you can't accept them."

"This is the first time I have heard of the famous master..."

Amid the ridicule of the elders of Xuanwang, the stubborn young man stepped forward: "Two Vice-Presidents, elders, all the elders, the students have admired Elder Luo for a long time and took the initiative to become a disciple that day, but Elder Luo was harsh in accepting disciples, so he set a three-month inspection period..."

The seventh floor of the Demon Abyss, the Demon Suppressing Platform.

Luo Baishui was trapped by the Nether Clan. On a spread out sound transmission array map, a handsome young man phantom said firmly: "Master, the disciple has arrived at the sixth floor. Please tell the disciple wherever he is. Otherwise, the disciple must search around in the Demon Abyss until he finds the master!"

At some point, Luo Baishui's eyes were a little blurred. He whistled to the sky, and a tear-jerking sad mood enveloped a thousand feet in a radius.

When the Mo kings were shocked when they heard Luo Baishui's long roar like an old wolf losing his cub.

Mo Huayuan was slightly stunned: "That kid... is dead?"

Mo Shanqing was overjoyed: "It must be dead. If we gather the power of the Lihen Yan Wheel of the six kings and princes, even if he is made of pure gold, he can't bear it. He's dead well! Haha, my Mo family has eliminated a major problem!"

Mo Huayuan glared at Mo Shanqing coldly: "Film!"

Mo Shanqing ate the reprimand of the ancestor, as if he was falling into a mist for five miles. The second ancestor of the Mo family next to him whispered: "You are indeed not doing this. If Xu Yang is so talented, if you choose to fund him and take him to the Mo family when he is making his mark, what will happen to me, Haiyun Mo family? How could it be that the Sixth Patriarch is killed and the statue of his ancestors are destroyed? Unfortunately, after we learned about Xu Yang's deeds, hatred has been deeply planted and has become a situation that will never end..."

Mo Huayuan waved his hand to stop the words of the second ancestor of the Mo family: "Second, it's too late to say anything now. Since I made a choice, my Mo family will never regret it. Now it's time to finish it. Although Xu Yang died, his secrets are enough to make up for the losses of my Mo family."

"What should I do if Luo Baishui?" said the second ancestor of the Mo family.

"He will never escape when he fights against the saint statue of his ancestors. We will go straight to it. If he dares to stop us from robbing Xu Yang's treasure..." A sharp light flashed in Mo Huayuan's eyes, "Don't kill him."
Chapter completed!