Chapter 1892 Thirteen Blizzards

The more Mo Wang fought, the more surprised he became.

Although on the bright side, he seems to have the upper hand steadily, basically suppressing Liu Zhengyang at such a frequency of attacks.

Is it really so?

King Mo is very clear about the current state of his battle with Liu Zhengyang. Although he had the upper hand at the beginning, the moves that could have caused some trouble for Liu Zhengyang have now become a bit commonplace.

In particular, the feedback from the Slasher’s Sword clearly showed that Liu Zhengyang was in a very strange state at this time.

He has never encountered such a situation!

King Mo suddenly backed away, no longer using the knife, but looking at Liu Zhengyang intently and alertly.

Liu Zhengyang’s eyes were a little sloppy. Although he looked sluggish in the air, King Mo didn’t dare to be careless. He took a deep breath and decided that he couldn’t delay any longer.

Now Liu Zhengyang’s strange state gives him a very uneasy feeling.

King Mo clenched the saber tightly in both hands, holding his breath, and King Mo’s palace began to shake violently.

As the palace shook, white stripes appeared on the ground.

And when the stripes are shining brightly, if they encounter the servant standing above, they will freeze in place almost instantly before they can react!

Such a bizarre scene will inevitably make people take a breath.

But the servant still did not dare to move, and could only pray that there would not be a white light under his feet!

As the white light continued to flicker out, thick frost began to condense on the ground, and the cold air rushed into the body of the desert king.

“Liu Zhengyang! Don’t play tricks here! Today I’ll let you taste the power of my Xuekuang Knife!”

King Mo let out a loud shout, and then the saber in his hand suddenly slashed in front of him: “Thirteen blows from Fengxue!”

Accompanied by a loud drink from him.

The saber in his hand was as light as a feather, and it slashed towards Liu Zhengyang in a violent storm.

Liu Zhengyang still had that sluggish look on his face.

But when the horse-chopping sword mixed with the power of frost came to his head, Liu Zhengyang began to fight back subconsciously.

“Ding Ding Ding!”

A series of jingles sounded, and the blood dragon spear in Liu Zhengyang’s hand almost subconsciously blocked the saber. He Fangcai’s situation was exactly the same, and there was no change due to the outbreak of King Mo.

This scene made Mo Wang feel terrified.

The thirteen blows of the wind and snow will accumulate surging power every time they strike. When they are completely superimposed, such attacks basically have the mighty power of an avalanche of heaven and earth!

And the last blow of the thirteen blows of the wind and snow also responded to such a scene!

“avalanche!”

King Mo is not reconciled. He has never met such a strange opponent as Liu Zhengyang. He is still distracted in the face of his tyrannical attack. This is contempt! This is contempt for him!

“cut!”

The last move, condensing the power of the previous twelve moves into a tyrannical blow, the frost originally condensed on the saber suddenly shattered.

Then it turned into a huge white wave, wrapped in rolling white snow and charged directly towards Liu Zhengyang.

The sky turned dark in an instant.

The yellow cloth strip was really taken aback.

He also survived in this northwest, but he did not expect that there is such a powerful Mo King in the northwest!

This is simply beyond his expectations!

“My dear, this is really a battle between dragons and tigers!” Huang Butiao couldn’t help but sigh, and his eyes were subconsciously looking at the figure wrapped in the wind and snow.