When the powerful power was vented, Mozi's face changed, and his body trembled with the momentum like an avalanche.

The power was guided to his legs along his body, and the earth at the foot of Mozi's cloud suddenly collapsed.

"Yes!"

The red flame gun blasted on Mozi's wooden sword and made a harsh friction sound.

Ye Huo grinned and said, "old man, strength is not bad!"

He has liberated his strength, and his strength has risen to the middle of the territory. With the bonus of the holy flame, his combat effectiveness has approached the peak of the territory.

Mozi Xingyun was good at swordsmanship, but not at strength. He had no right to resist it carelessly. He suffered a small loss in this blow.

"You! Damn it!"

Mozi Xingyun was slightly angry, his wrist turned over, and layers of sword Qi rolled out. Ye Huo immediately drew his gun back and flashed the urging of sword Qi.

Between his feet landing, he leaped up again.

"Look at the gun!"

Hold a gun with both hands and drop your head with a stronger blow.

"Dang..."

In the loud noise, Mozi's arm shook, and he unexpectedly took a rare half step backward. Where he fell, the earth was broken.

"You!"

Before the words fell, he was greeted with a stronger shot.

"Kill..."

Ye Huo's eyes are red. He raises his gun with one hand. He carries the aftershocks of the first two blows and turns them into a more powerful blow.

"Dang..."

This time, Mozi Xingyun was even more unbearable. His right arm was numb and his face changed greatly. He knew that the other party's strength was too strong. If he continued to resist so hard, his right arm could even be broken.

Helpless, ashamed and angry, Mozi's heart is full of clouds.

"Ignorant young man, stand in the way and die!"

A flash of fire suddenly lit up on Mozi's wooden sword.

"Mozi four moves! Sword of fire!"

With a cry, the flame rose into the sky and turned into a ten foot sword and swept away.

"Well come!"

In the face of the startling sword, ye Huo did not dodge, and his fighting intention increased again, which is the first style of Baji.

"Pull out the mountain, and you will be incomparable!"

He swept out in reverse with a gun in his hands.

"Boom..."

In the loud noise, the earth collapsed, and the terrible flames swept out, urging ten feet around.

An Jiawu, who was close to him, was hit by Yu Lang and turned into blood powder without a sound.

In Angelica dahurica and Xiaohan, when the afterwave was about to explode on the Lingtian, a wall of Qi suddenly appeared to block the afterwave's killing.

The air wall looked unreal, but it didn't even shake under the terrible afterwave.

Angelica dahurica knew that it was Ye Xu's hand that blocked the aftershock. She was a little uneasy in her heart, and her worried eyes looked at Ye Huo again.

"Poof..."

When guns and swords intersected, ye Huo was weak after all. He stepped back a few steps and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Mozi had a hard time. He felt his Qi and blood churning in his body and couldn't help but change his face.

"Good boy, if this young man is the same age as me, I am definitely not his opponent!"

"When I was his age, I definitely didn't have such a strong cultivation!"

"What is the origin of the young man on the hillside who can teach such an extraordinary disciple!"

Back to the air, Mozi's thoughts rolled in his head, and his eyes were more dignified.

He looked at Ye Huo solemnly and said, "boy, I admit that your cultivation is extraordinary, but if you want to fight me, you're too far away. If you fight again, you'll only have a dead end, you know?"

Ye Huo spit out a blood stain, and then stretched out five fingers.

"There are five more moves! Come..."

Mozi Xingyun has never seen such a crazy person, and his breath is one of stagnation.

"Boy, are you crazy? You know you're not my opponent!"

Ye Huo laughed wildly, "I know it's not your opponent, but won't you fight if it's not your opponent? Sorry, I don't have this habit. I've had enough of this anger in 20 years! Old man, come on!"

The ChiYan gun asked for war, and the fierce war spirit was ejected from ye Huo's eyes, which was better than Mozi's cloud, and he was also frightened.

"OK, boy, since you want to die, I will help you!"

For the first time, Mozi's eyes became serious.

Now in front of him, he is no longer a junior in the region, but an opponent of the same level.

"Mozi four moves! Water sword!"

The sound of the sea waves sounded, and the flame on Mozi's wooden sword gradually dispersed, replaced by the blue waves.

"Kill..."

Ye Huo stepped out, and the red flame gun rolled up the raging fire and blasted towards Mozi's clouds.

However, Mozi Xingyun just smiled coldly. When the long sword gently touched the ChiYan gun, ye Huo felt that his gun could not help but deviate.

"No!"

As soon as his face changed, he quickly took back his gun, but it was too late. His chest had been cut by Mozi's wooden sword.

If ye Huo hadn't shrunk his chest in time, I'm afraid this sword would have been ripped open.

"Boy, your strength is not bad, but your martial arts skills are not enough. You are too young to face me!"

Mozi Xingyun took Mozi's wooden sword and his face recovered to calm again.

"Mozi's four types of water sword contains the law of water system. Water is the most soft thing in the world. It overcomes hardness with softness, and all things do not invade. It is mysterious!"

"There's nothing you can do!"

Ye Huo wiped a handful of blood and vomited a mouthful of turbid Qi.

"Interesting, old man, if you think I can only attack violently, you're wrong! As the Kaishan disciple of xurizong, it's so easy to be defeated! Look at the gun!"

With that, he shook the red flame gun in his hand and stabbed out.

The tip of the gun whistled sharply in the void.

"Hum, overestimate yourself!"

Mozi's wrist turned, the sound of the sea tide was loud, and the blue water sword Qi wound around the red flame gun.

"Ding!"

Guns and swords intersected, and the powerful gun was disintegrated.

Mozi said faintly, "I told you it's useless!"

"Really!"

Ye Huo bent his mouth and pressed his wrist. The body of the ChiYan gun suddenly bent, and the tip of the gun turned into an arc and stabbed at Mozi.

"What!"

Mozi went to the clouds. Unexpectedly, ye Huo's gun potential still had this change. At the moment, it was too late to change the move, so he had to tilt back fiercely.

"Hoo..."

The spear point pierced an empty space, but the red and fierce flame gas directly ignited Mozi's white beard and turned it into scorched black.

"You... Damn it!"

This white beard is Mozi Xingyun's favorite. He takes care of it meticulously every day, and each one is extremely obedient.

But now being stirred by the flame on the red flame gun, Mozi Xingyun felt a burning anger from his heart.

The rich aura in his body swept out directly.

Ye Huo's horizontal gun is blocked. If he is struck by lightning, he will go back several steps and spray blood at his mouth.

"Boy, how dare you..."

Mozi Xingyun straightened his waist slowly, and his eyes burst with murderous intent.