Chapter 4485 Tian Ye joins forces

Evil Flow Forbidden Realm, sword energy across the sky, a murderous atmosphere!

"Bingxie Ghost Master is seriously injured and has no fighting power. If I want to break this man's barrier, I can only rely on myself." Nie Tian looked at the gray-clothed old man in front of him, with a gloomy face, thinking secretly in his heart.

But the gray-clothed old man is too strong, far beyond Nie Tian.

Even under normal circumstances, Nie Tian is unlikely to be the opponent of the gray-clothed old man, let alone being trapped in the latter's barrier.

"Sure enough, you are the Fenghuang of Fengtian Sect. You can still remain so calm when facing death." The gray-clothed old man stared at Nie Tian with a pair of sinister eyes and said coldly: "Since this is the case, I will not let you go."

As soon as the voice fell, the gray-clothed old man released the murderous aura around him, and the rolling and majestic momentum was like a substance, condensing into a wall of murderous intent in the air, forcing Nie Tian.

Nie Tian's eyes couldn't help but tremble, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

He protected Bing Xie Gui Shao behind him and wanted to open Jiuji and put the latter in it, but found that it could not be opened at all.

In the evil flow forbidden world, the space is oppressed, so the inner world of Jiuji cannot be opened.

The gray-clothed old man was murderous, obviously a warrior with a strong murderous nature. When he was young, he was very likely a killer.

"You are Mu Zhaokun!" Nie Tian stabilized his body, stared at the gray-clothed old man with heavy eyes, and said coldly.

"Boy, it seems that Bing Ji told you a lot of things." The gray-clothed old man smiled coldly, without hiding, and admitted that he was Mu Zhaokun.

Nie Tian's pupils turned cold, and murderous intent surged.

Since the gray-clothed old man released the sword intent for the first time, Nie Tian suspected that he was Mu Zhaokun.

Then the sword just now made Nie Tian feel Mu Zhaokun's sword intent more clearly.

But even so, Nie Tian still couldn't be sure that the person in front of him was Mu Zhaokun.

It was not until Mu Zhaokun released his huge killing intent that Nie Tian was truly sure that this person was Mu Zhaokun!

"Mu Zhaokun, you injured Jun Jianxing, right?" Nie Tian's face was gloomy and he was extremely eager to fight.

"That's right." Mu Zhaokun laughed and said, "Boy, you really surprised me. Under the pressure of my killing intent, you are not afraid at all, and even want to kill me. I have killed countless people in my life, but you are the most interesting prey."

"Really?" Nie Tian smiled coldly, and the reverse pattern of gods and demons appeared in the corners of his eyes, like a demon.

Mu Zhaokun felt the change in Nie Tian's aura, was slightly stunned, and said: "Okay, the game should be over."

For some reason, Nie Tian's aura change made Mu Zhaokun feel inexplicably uneasy, so he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore.

"Then come on!" Nie Tian shouted in a low voice, and the aura around him burst out directly. The surging sword intent of gods and demons, like a long-accumulated mountain torrent, rolled out and roared, with the momentum to swallow the sky.

"This kid is only at the first level of Tianjue, but he can burst out with such momentum. Even compared with some high-level saint ancestors of Tianwu, he is not weaker." Mu Zhaokun's eyes sank, and he was shocked.

He didn't expect that Nie Tian was so strong.

"How could he be so strong?" Bingxie Gui Shao, who retreated to the side, was also shocked by Nie Tian, ​​and his expression was horrified.

"Boy, you are worthy of my sword!" At this time, Mu Zhaokun's body shook, and a thin sword like a long snake appeared in his hand. The atmosphere around him suddenly changed, cold and murderous.

"Nine limits of the starry sky, the extreme of chaos!" Nie Tian's eyes sank, not afraid at all, and shouted in a low voice. The Haotian Sword swept through the air, like the Milky Way hanging down, with a majestic momentum, overwhelming Mu Zhaokun.

Knowing the gap between himself and his opponent, Nie Tian used all his strength in the first sword, using the power of the stars to activate the Nine Limits of the Starry Sky, and combined with the sword intent of gods and demons, it was enough to kill the powerful Tianwu Saint Ancestor!

Facing Nie Tian's all-out sword, Mu Zhaokun smiled coldly and said lightly: "The momentum is enough, but it's a pity that the strength is too weak."

The next moment, he raised the thin sword in his hand, the Eight-Headed Evil Flow, and suddenly a sharp sword force broke through the sky, with a killing force that was overwhelming.

"Bang!" In the void, there was a muffled sound, and the chaotic sword shadow was finally defeated by the sword of the evil flow and shattered.

"Bang!" Before Nie Tian could react at all, his left shoulder was pierced by a sword energy, leaving a fist-sized blood hole directly.

"Mo-Ye!" Nie Tian was in mid-air, but the corner of his mouth raised an evil smile, and he shouted a name solemnly.

"Puff!" Almost at the moment when his voice fell, a dark light and shadow fell from the void, and in the blood light, Mu Zhaokun's arm holding the sword was directly cut off.

Then, a figure emerged and stretched out his hand to grab the Eight-Hearted Evil Flow Sword in the air.

"Ah!" The unexpected scene made Mu Zhaokun scream and retreat dozens of meters.

He stabilized his body and saw a warrior who looked very similar to Nie Tian, ​​holding his Eight-Hearted Evil Flow Sword and looking at him gloomily.

This warrior was none other than Mo Ye!

At the same time, Nie Tian's figure fell, staggered back a few steps, and almost fell.

Half of his body was covered in blood, but his breath was still stable and he was not in danger of life.

He used all his strength in the sword just now, but his original intention was not to hurt Mu Zhaokun, but to attract the latter's attention.

The real killer move was Mo Ye!

At the moment when Nie Tian opened the body of the gods and demons, the power of the gods and demons resonated strangely. Only then did he realize that Mo Ye was also in the barrier, lurking all the time.

"You..." Mu Zhaokun looked at Mo Ye, and the shock in his heart was written all over his face.

In the evil forbidden world, he didn't even notice the existence of Mo Ye!

"Are you surprised?" Mo Ye smiled coldly and said, "Do you think you are the only one who can lurk?"

"You can approach me quietly in my barrier." Mu Zhaokun was a strong man after all, and he immediately calmed down a lot. He stared at Mo Ye with a pair of eyes full of resentment.

He himself was a lurking master, but Mo Ye's lurking method was obviously more sophisticated than his.

"You should be thankful that my cultivation is not high, otherwise you would be a corpse with just one move." Mo Ye laughed, and his figure moved instantly, coming to Nie Tian's side.

Mu Zhaokun's face was gloomy, and he was still frightened.

This time, he was careless.

If Mo Ye was stronger, he would really be in danger of his life just now.

If the dignified Evil Flow Sword, one of the three swords of the abyss, died in his own barrier, it would be a big joke.

"Nie Tian, ​​Mo Ye, I, Mu Zhaokun, will remember you two!" Mu Zhaokun said gloomily, and then his figure moved instantly and disappeared directly.

"You left wisely." Mo Ye smiled faintly and put away the Eight-Headed Evil Flow.

Nie Tian took a deep breath, his face was very pale.

The sword just now directly injured him severely.

Fortunately, his martial body was far superior to ordinary warriors, otherwise he would not be able to withstand Mu Zhaokun's sword.

"Are you all okay?" The evil flow forbidden realm disappeared, and Bing Ji saw Nie Tian and others, and immediately stepped forward and asked nervously.

"I'm fine, senior, please take a look at Bing Xie Gui Shao first." Although Nie Tian was seriously injured, he had strong vitality and could still hold on for the time being.

But Bing Xie Gui Shao's situation was not optimistic. He was injured by Mu Zhaokun's sword energy, and the burning of blood and blood sacrificed the knife, causing the ghost knife to backfire, and his injuries were serious.