Seeing the instantly enhanced power in Jun Ziao's body, Mo Yanhua's action of blowing up at the common people's houses was paused. He turned his head and looked at Jun Ziao slowly, and said in a deep voice:

"The older you get, the more overestimated you are. You are proud. Why do you think you can endure me by using the Nine Needles!"

"Even if I can't kill you, I will have no regrets!" Jun Ziao looked at him. After living for so many years, he was determined to take revenge. Now, as long as he can buy more time for Rong Yi and Ming Yulong, it is worth it even if he sacrifices his life.

Before he finished speaking, Jun Zi'ao's white figure rose up like an arrow, and the silver whisk in his hand waved out again, its momentum was even more magnificent than before.

Like a huge white wave coming, shooting towards Mo Yanhua, like a white light that splits the sky and the earth, trying to split the dark aura.

In an instant, the gloomy sky was also illuminated by this white light.

Mo Yanhua was not panicked when he looked at the whisk that Jun Ziao was attacking. While he jumped up his toes, he waved his hand at the ray of light.

A black light also hit the whisk. Two black and white lights collided with a loud bang and suddenly exploded. The white light turned into tens of millions of silver threads to bind the black light.

At the same time, Mo Yanhua's body flew into the air quickly and quickly flashed towards Jun Zixuan.

His speed was very fast. Jun Zi'ao couldn't dodge and shouted loudly. The black light shook the whisk in his hand suddenly shattered. The whisk in his hand rose up like a silver dragon and flew towards Mo Yanhua.

On the side of Mo Yanhua Xuan's body, a white light barely brushed across his body, and a wisp of silver light passed through his handsome face, breaking a thin wound and shedding a blood bead.

With his slender fingers touched his cheeks, Mo Yanhua looked at the red blood beads on his hand, and smiled evilly and said, "It's interesting."

He can actually hurt him!

Jun Zi's arrogant attacks continued over there, and silver light suddenly rose like an arrow, and Mo Yanhua kept starving and waving his palms to attack him.

In an instant, when the two of them fought, there was no wind in the imperial capital, and there were still some green leaves mixed with yellow dead leaves, which were swept up by the gust of wind.

The two people hit the ground from the sky, their bodies were like lightning, and they didn't have time to see clearly. They only heard the sound of banging, sometimes mixed with the sound of bursting. The ground was shaking a few times.

As the breath surging, the gloomy clouds and mists above the nine heavens seemed to be pulled, and the clouds surging, and the fog became lower and lower, as if black clouds were pressing against the city and were about to destroy it.

Jun Zi'ao tried his best, and Mo Yanhua's anger became even more intense.

Now he is invincible. Whoever he wants to die can't live for another moment!

When Jun Zi'ao's white whisk was swinging again, Mo Yanhua's body flickered, and his palm stretched out, but it swayed like a python, and he grabbed the powerful silver light.

A hint of coldness flashed in Mo Yanhua's dark eyes. The internal force of his left hand was activated, forcing Jun Zichan to let go of the whisk. He raised his right hand with a bitter aura and patted Jun Zichan.

With a cry of pain, Jun Zi'ao took Mo Yanhua's palm and flew back. Not far behind him was a city wall. Seeing that Jun Zi'ao was about to hit him, Mo Yanhua raised his hand and turned the white whisk. A whooshing silver light was like a sword, he was about to pierce Jun Zi'ao's body and nailed him to the city wall!

Taoist Master Piaoya and his team, who witnessed the entire battle situation, tried hard to save Master Jun, but the unrivaled power with Mo Yanhua was as fast as lightning and could not catch up.

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Chapter completed!