Chapter 1253: The final battle (6)

In the stalemate, the magic washing has been played to the high / tide part. It is not good or even some harsh piano sounds. Some low-powered Warcraft and Demons have made a mournful sound. The people in the Devil race covered their ears with their hands, rolled on the ground with painful expressions, and pained groans / groans in their mouths. The scene suddenly became chaotic, and the balance of the goddess of victory once again tilted.
Mozun also gradually felt the physical discomfort. After all, this was not his original body. He couldn't recover to the heyday. His brows were tightened. The hand holding the sword was tightened. After thinking about it, he started in an instant. attack.
Mozun's blow gave full strength. Although it was only seven points of strength in the heyday, it was still difficult to parry. At least this protective cover supported by Qing Yan and Baili Liumo was difficult to parry.
The shield flickered a few times, then cracked, and eventually drunk into a small piece of dust classified as dust, drifting with the wind. Qing Yan spit out blood and stepped back instably. She quickly picked up her spiritual power and helped her with the help of Nuo Shi.
It is not that the power of the artifact is weak, but only because Qing Yan's power is too far from the previous son-in-law. As for Baili Momo, it was nothing, but was taken a step back by the strong spiritual impact.
"It doesn't seem to be as strong as I thought." Mozun smiled shallowly, raised the sword in Yang's hand, pointed his sword directly at the provocative path of Baili Liumo, "Dare you dare to have a fight with this deity?" The battle of life and death? Lost and stayed. "
"That's what I mean." Baili Liumo said faintly, the idea was the most, the seal was vacated and hovered above Leng Yetong, and the power of water condensed into a new protective cover to protect her. Looking back at Qing Yan, he said lightly, "She has given you protection, so there must be no difference."
"I understand." Qing Yan covered her chest with one hand, biting her lower lip, biting her teeth with the pain of her chest.
"We are decisive today, and we are going to die." Baili Liumo said coldly. One-handed grasping out of thin air, the sacred sword appeared in the hand, and the sharp sword qi made the demon subconsciously take a half step back.
Mozun narrowed his eyes, his eyes fell on the sword of the of divination, the surface was not shocked, in fact, his heart had already set off waves. The sacred sword can kill the protoss and slayers, and its real power is unknown. This Sword of the Divine God seems to have been born specifically for Luo Yan, so Mozun has not formally touched the sword before, and I don't know how much its power is.
弑 神 诛 魔, he used to be a god, but now is a demon, I don't know how much damage the 弑 神剑 will cause to him? For the first time, Mozun faced the man in front of him. He was as imposing as he was. From the thick blue aura he lingered on, he could see that his spiritual strength was not weak. Although he could not match the strength of the co-worker, it was worse. There are not many, such men, strong, very strong!
It's a rare encounter with such a strong opponent, and Mozun is personally excited. The militant factors in the body are dancing with joy, a cold smile is drawn on the lips, and the black sword is pointed at the sword of the magic sword. Pointing, silently provocative.
Baili Liumo smiled indifferently, his eyes narrowed, and then there was an action on his hand, and the magic sword struck the black sword of Mozun, attacking the weakness of his chest. With a cold eyebrow, Mozun ducked away from the attack, flew up, and attacked from top to bottom in the direction of Baili Liumo. Baili Liumo Xuan avoided the attack, flew into the air, and fought with the demon in the air.