Chapter 1185 (1/2)

In the sky, momon unfolded his dark wings and stabilized his body.

After improving his fighting power, he was finally wounded by Wang Xiaojian.

He sprayed blood, but he didn't admit defeat.

On the contrary, the painful feeling from his chest and Wang Xiaojian's unremitting killing opportunity made his face crazy.

”Wang Xiaojian, if you win, force me to do it!”

Momeng drowned in the corner of his mouth, his eyes turned red and full of hatred.

The ferocious face is like the devil in hell.

Wang Xiaojian spread out the blue flame wings, and stopped in the air. He said coldly, ”momon, do you still have your cards?”

”Not bad!”

Mo Meng opened his mouth, his voice was loud, and then he laughed grimly in the direction of Wang Xiaojian.

He did have another trick.

That move, too expensive, was banned by him. After self-cultivation, he never used it.

”Wang Xiaojian, I am the emperor of mora, the greatest emperor in the southeast region. How can I die if I want to become this eternal emperor?”

”This move of mine is the strongest killing move of Yougui eroding the moon sword. At the beginning, I used the souls of 100000 people to refine them into ghost spirits, and imprisoned them in my soul breaking sword

”As long as I use this move, the ghost spirit in the sword can be condensed into a ghost king and attached to me.”

”The cost of this move is very high. After it is used, my soul will be hurt. But as long as I can kill you, it's worth it. Now, I'll kill you with it

He was murderous and his eyes were red with blood.

However, Wang Xiaojian's body, sent out a more powerful killing machine, ”momon, you are really cruel, you use 100000 people's souls to practice your martial arts skills, it's really heinous!”

”Coincidentally, I also have a martial arts skill, which has not been used so far.”

”I'll do it for heaven. Momon, let's fight for life and death

Wang Xiaojian holds the judgment sword.

In the sky, he spread the wings of fire, the breath spread.

Mormon sent out a cold hum and grinned grimly, ”I am the emperor of the Mola, and it's my honor to be the soul of my sword practice.”

”Wang Xiaojian, don't bluff any more. You can't stop this move. You'll die.”

”Ghost eroding the moon -- ghost king comes, roar!”

In the sky, momon held his bloody sword in both hands, and his eyes shot blood red light.

With the sound of ”hum”, ripples spread around the sword.

From the bloody sword, a jet of black mist.

The fog and ghosts are so dense that it seems to come from the underworld.

In a flash, the wind was blowing all around, and the sound of crying ghosts and wolves was heard in the air.

Numerous fierce ghosts, flying out of the Blood Sword space of momeng, screamed bitterly. Under the guidance of momeng's martial arts, they condensed into a ghost King's virtual shadow.

This ghost king looks ferocious, and his whole body exudes the breath of extreme cold, which makes people feel numb at a glance.

Then, under the control of momon, it slowly merged with momon.

Boom!

The ghost king is attached to the body, and momon is like a ghost emissary from hell.

His combat power has been climbing from one star Wuzong realm to the highest level of one star Wuzong realm.

”Wang Xiaojian, die!”

Mo Meng didn't give Wang Xiaojian a chance. After the ghost king was possessed, he raised his sword and chopped Wang Xiaojian.

With the improvement of power, the power of momeng sword technique will increase.

The bloody sword Qi of hundreds of Zhang long runs through the direction of Wang Xiaojian!

With a sword, in the air, there are ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The bloody sword is like the road to hell.

Everyone who looks up at the sky feels fear and trembles.

Even through the array, they all feel the breath of death.

Like the door of hell opened, death came from hell and asked for their lives.

However, just at this time, the air, sounded a quiet chattering sound.

The trembling sound diffused and turned into melodious singing.

The song is beautiful, just like the immortal sound in the sky.

When the voice rang out, the fear in the hearts of the people in Dazhen was suppressed, and then gradually disappeared.

Then, each of them presented a beautiful scene in their mind -

in the fairyland, a sword fairy in white robe practiced sword and sang.