Chapter 1603 Unstoppable by all means
Mo Junrong stared closely at the front, and the bright gray light in his vision seemed to be very close at hand.
Looking at it from this angle, I can't see the exact location of the blade, but I only know that the strong light is constantly approaching.
Beside the body, the strong killing intent was like a huge wave, coming wave after wave from the surroundings.
It seems to be in the center of the vortex, which will be crushed by the huge pressure around it at any time.
Mo Junrong knew that these frightening feelings were just the oppression of mental power, not the real killer move of Ren Hua.
He sticks to his mind and uses the fire of glory to build an iron wall in his brain.
Any disturbance of external spiritual power cannot cross this wall and truly affect the heart.
Keeping his mind, Mo Junrong can concentrate his consciousness to carefully perceive the changes in the power of heaven and earth in the environment.
Through the fluctuation of those forces in the environment, judge the position of Renhua's real body.
"Fifty feet, thirty feet, twenty...that's close enough!"
Mo Junrong suddenly pushed forward with both arms, and blasted out the violent dragon's ten thousand howling sword move into the gray light on the opposite side.
Just now, after the sword move was cast, it did not attack immediately.
The sword moves are in the state of accumulating sword power, and the sword energy is nourished by the sword power, which makes the golden red dragon-shaped sword light continuously generate and increase.
Now, the simple movement of pushing forward with both arms, let the ax of destiny lead the sword.
The state of savings was instantly broken, like a calm fire bomb being ignited, and violently exploded forward.
The momentum of the sword is like a landslide, fierce and unstoppable.
At the same time, all the dragon-shaped sword lights rushed forward, forming a dense group like a wall of golden red waves.
There were no less than a hundred dragon shadows, flying and twisting, pushing the air with powerful force, leaving behind a turbulent sea of flames along the way.
You know, each of these dragon shadows is similar in size to an adult dragon.
It is more than ten feet long and nine feet wide.
They are flying intensively, heading towards the same goal, and where their bodies collide and rub against each other, sparks are inspired like waves.
The distance between the two sides is only twenty feet, and it is still shrinking.
Mo Junrong believed that at such a close distance, the mad dragon Wan Xiao he cast could hit Ren Hua 100% of the time.
Facing the hundreds of dragon-shaped sword lights, Renhua had no room to hide and could only wait for death.
Of course, whether Kuanglong Wanxiao could kill the old man Renhua with one blow, he was not sure in his heart.
The sword move that Renhua is using now is not the common killing sword technique.
He had never seen a similar sword manual in Wen Jianzong's library, and it was the first time he saw it today.
After confirming that he had aimed at Renhua's real body, Mo Junrong suddenly pulled back his arms that were pushed forward.
The angle of the Divine Ax of Destiny changes, from a flat cut to a straight thrust.
"Get together!"
As he shouted loudly, hundreds of golden and red radiant dragon shadows turned their huge dragon heads and rushed towards the center point pointed by the tip of the axe.
At any rate, he is also the Supreme Being of the Divine Continent Realm, and with this power, he does not believe that Renhua can bear the sword light of the Hundred Dragon Slaying Sword Art.
However, the expected effect did not appear.
On the contrary, when Mo Junrong saw the position where the dragon shadows gathered and pounced, the already bright and dazzling gray light suddenly burst out.
Before he could figure out what was going on, a roar suddenly sounded in his ear, causing his heart to beat wildly.
"Give me up... Bo Tian!"
The roar was extremely loud, as if the whole world was resonating with the roar.
Mo Junrong felt a stabbing pain in his head, and the flame of glory defense built in his brain just now was shaken open by the roar.
It was only then that he realized that Ren Hua hadn't opened his mouth to roar at all, the roar was a pure mental shock, and it sounded directly in his head.
When Gu Er realized the essence of the roar, a large group of cloud waves swelled and spread violently from the place where the gray light flashed in front of him.
The cloud waves also shone with gray power of heaven and earth, which was also mixed with dense scarlet, which should be the power of essence and blood released by Qi Sea Blood Thunder.
"What, Kuanglong Wanxiao was..."
Mo Junrong's eyes widened, his face was full of astonishment.
Where the light cloud expanded and spread, the dragon-shaped sword light of Dragon Slaying Sword Art quickly became dilapidated.
One after another, holes appeared on the surface of Guanglong, like paper lanterns being constantly punctured.
How can this be?
With the power of the divine realm, supplemented by the blessing of the divine ax of destiny, he used the dragon-slaying sword art.
Each of them has a dragon-shaped sword light, and its power is close to that of a real dragon, so how can it be easily destroyed.
That swollen cloud of gray light looked ethereal and weak, why did it have such destructive power?
The rapid expansion of Guangyun completely exceeded Mo Junrong's expectation.
Just now it was still in the distance, so I blinked, and it was already in front of me.
When he was in front of him, he saw clearly that the light cloud was not just a misty force of heaven and earth.
Those are countless palm-sized sharp swords, like dripping water converging into rivers and seas, forming a vast offensive.
If you look closely, you can find that each sharp sword has two colors.
Gray is used as the outer shell, and a touch of scarlet is locked in the core, just like an extremely exquisite work of art.
Before touching it, Mo Junrong felt the bone-piercing evil spirit blowing towards his face, and every inch of skin on his body felt the pain of being pierced by a sharp sword.
He couldn't tell whether it was his physical body being attacked and injured, or his spirit being suppressed and injured by killing intent.
"Don't try to kill me!"
At this moment, none of the "Dragon Slaying Sword Jue" learned by Mo Junrong, the sword technique of Wenjianzong, and the technique of evil cultivation can be used.
He can only hope for the special ability obtained when he devoured General Chen's ideology, a method of projection that is activated instantly.
"The hell is coming, protect me!"
An extremely unique wave of power, led by the flame of glory, burst out from Mo Junrong.
Immediately afterwards, the space around his body began to twist and change, and the image of the sky was quickly replaced by a raging valley.
It's as if he opened a teleportation array out of thin air, connecting two different locations, causing the space to overlap.
Mo Junrong himself didn't know if this would work, but his intuition told him that as long as he hid in the world of the raging canyon, he could avoid the blade birch's attack.
However, Mo Junrong's movements were still slow.
As soon as the ghostly image appeared in the scene of the devil prison, the dense sword like clouds and waves engulfed him.
Crack, clap, the phantom of the devil prison was tied into a sieve, and the sharp sword intent scattered the space folding effect.
Puff puff puff, the sharp sword easily tore through the strength of the body shield, piercing through Mo Junrong's clothes and body.
He was like a fragile cloth bag, instantly pierced with hundreds of translucent holes, bringing out raindrops of blood.
Under the attack of thousands of cuts, Mo Junrong saw hope.
He discerned the specific composition from the sharp sword piercing through the body.
It is a sharp sword formed with essence and blood as the core, the power of heaven and earth as the shell, and the will to kill.
That is to say, in every sharp sword, there is a trace of blade birch blood essence.
As many swords as there are in that vast light cloud, how much essence and blood will be consumed by Renhua.
Judging by the number of sharp swords alone, I am afraid that this move is the last blow of Ren Hua.
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