She is in good condition, and her power is not as strong as before.

"This method is of no use to me."

Mo Dao said lightly, he had been on the battlefield, had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his mind was as hard as iron, spells could not disturb his mind, even if Prajna was at its peak, he was not afraid.

Buzz!

His sword was unrivaled in its fierceness, and the five-foot-long sword glowed domineeringly.

Prajna frowned slightly, tapped her toes on the ground, and flew away, not daring to resist the tyrant's sword. As she was retreating, she flicked her sleeves and sprayed out a piece of Buddhist thought power. Accompanied by Hong Zhong Da Lu's sound, it became a sea of ​​thought power, and was drowned in an instant.

Ink knife.

break!

The Mo knife is quite powerful. It uses mental power to form a knife and split it with one blow.

Prajna groaned and took a step back, with a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

She opened the forbidden method, carved the Buddha pattern between her eyebrows, and her fighting power instantly reached its peak. To fight with the ink sword, she needed to use her full fighting power. Even with this, she might not be able to defeat the opponent. The three spells and telekinesis were just decorations, and she had lost.

Half of it.

"Splitting the Sky." Mo Dao leaped forward in one step and swung the sword, which was his famous stunt.

Prajna couldn't avoid it, so he had to resist.

He stood her upright, placed his hands together, and a golden Buddha sitting cross-legged protected her.

pound!

When the Mo knife struck, it was as if it had struck an iron stone, and the sword buzzed and trembled.

Prajna was even more miserable than him. He resisted the Sky-Splitting Slash and the dazzling golden Buddha collapsed on the spot.

seal up!

Her hand gestures changed again, and a large swastika seal fell from the sky.

The ink knife was swung at him, and he split the swastika with one blow, and it had enough power to severely injure Prajna.

ban!

Prajna scolded, and the Buddha's light became a pagoda, covering the ink knife.

However, I can't be trapped.

It's because Mo Dao's momentum was so overbearing that he split it with one powerful blow.

Zheng!

Prajna came to kill with a Buddha sword in his hand, and the power of the sword was unparalleled.

Then the clang sounded, one person raised a knife and the other held a sword, and the battle was in full swing.

It is not difficult to see that Prajna has completely fallen behind.

"No suspense." Mr. Chen Xuan stroked his beard.

The elders present are basically like this. Prajna is holding on, and it can be seen at a glance.

After seeing the battle platform, the elders looked at Zhao Yun again.

The reason why Prajna cannot use his peak combat power is all thanks to Ji Hen. Ordinary injuries, even if they are maimed by being knocked down, can be recovered with elixirs. But when the Buddha was knocked down, the backlash is no joke.

Ten days and a half are not enough to slow things down, and there is no recovery time. If you face the Mo Knife, you will definitely lose.

Also looking at Zhao Yun is Prajna's master.

Her eyes are not very kind, because you... my disciple was so injured that he was so miserable.

"Because of her...so many innocent people died."

If the scene was not inappropriate, Zhao Yun would definitely fight back.
Chapter completed!