The alleys are too narrow, there is no swaying of the leaves of the trees, no fluctuations of light and shadow, and no traces of the wind.

But Mo Xiaohe could feel the oncoming air current.

Some are slightly cool, some are soothing, like a slowly flowing river.

But the breeze didn't blow Mo Xiaohe's black hair, nor did it make the sides of his face feel slightly cold, he only felt a flow of air on his nose, eyes, and mouth.

As for the rest of the skin, there is no touch.

It's a very pure wind.

A wind that blew out of the void.

Full of Void True Power.

The true power of the void that devours everything.

"Hitting people doesn't hit them in the face. ”

Mo Xiaohe sighed, and then disappeared in place.

A few seconds later, he reappeared in place.

Reappeared, and on the left side of his face, an extremely clear red mark appeared, as if someone had been pressed against a wall with great force and could not move.

The left temple of his face was as if he had been stoned and polished, no longer in the shape of the bulge before, but smoothed.

The bridge of her nose was half collapsed, almost touching her face, and blood was pouring in.

The joints of his clothes were full of holes, and his knees and elbows were swollen with a very clear black bruise.

It seemed that his whole body was now covered with blood, very embarrassed, and his whole body was convex on one side, flat on the other, and extremely unbalanced. Like a devil crawling out of a grave.

Geng Huairou did not abuse the enemy's arrogance, did not feel disgusted when he saw Mo Xiaohe like this, nor did he have the anger of being attacked by a person who was settled, nor was he brutal when he killed someone.

It seems that killing people and fighting, for her, is like cutting melons and vegetables, "I heard Geng Yuhuai tell me, your footwork, he saw it from Cangsheng back then." ”

"Cangsheng used this footwork back then, which disgusted many people. Little Emperor, you should understand this time, right? Why do some people want to kill you?"

Like throwing a leather ball, Mo Xiaohe shook his head violently, so that his clothes and hair were spinning at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

After a long time, Mo Xiaohe recovered a little from this unbearable pain.

His face was flushed, as if someone had splashed a thick layer of paint. He collapsed on the ground, rubbing his eyes vigorously, as if he was stunned, as if he was drunk, and it seemed that he was not fully awake.

Geng Huairou looked at this bloody scene, she seemed to feel a little funny, the corners of her bright mouth hooked a strange arc, her red lips were slightly wet, and there was a slight watery light.

"Your footwork should take advantage of some kind of spatial azimuth. You can't get out this time, can you?"

Geng Huairou seemed to smile, "It's really amazing, I hit the south wall, not only did I not look back, but I pressed my body against the south wall for a few seconds? It hurts, right? My body is twisted." ”

There was no hint of ridicule and threat in Geng Huairou's tone, and it seemed that she was just genuinely caring about a friend. Does it hurt?

Of course it hurts. No one who hits a wall doesn't hurt.

Of course, Mo Xiaohe also felt pain, but what he hit was not the south wall, but the transparent wall that blocked the real space. This wall is very iron, more iron than a sword, more iron than Mo Xiaohe's head. After all, the head of Mo Xiaohe, who is now deformed, is not the wall.

Mo Xiaohe's whole body was completely collapsed, his limbs were weakly spread, and his head was deeply drooping, but he still tried to stretch out his hand, shaking it carelessly as if he was bidding farewell to an old man.

It seems that Mo Xiaohe's vocal cords have not been damaged, his voice is not hoarse, and it is still clean, "You a few more winds, I need courage." If I'm not mistaken, the south wall should still stand up to a few bumps. ”

Geng Huairou seemed to think that Mo Xiaohe's answer was very interesting, and smiled, "Among the peers in the entire True Realm, there are only two young people who are in my eyes, one is Wu Daozi's apprentice Yaoyi, and the other is Nangong Zhu, the apprentice of the Golden Body Ancestor, and I can't beat these two people at present." ”

"Recently, in Great Xia, I heard that a new phoenix has risen, and it is said that it will be able to catch up with me soon. ”

Geng Huairou looked at Mo Xiaohe very seriously, "But I'm not afraid of them, because I firmly believe that time is on my side." ”

"And you, the most wasteful and weakest of all my opponents. ”

"You are the most wasteful, because your soul is torn apart, and you can't cultivate your soul after all, but you just walked out of a path that no one has walked, don't cultivate your soul, cultivate yourself. ”

"You are the weakest, because your body is not hard to cultivate, I can stab you to death with one hand, but you have learned the footwork that only Cangsheng can do in the world. ”

"I'm blowing a breeze, and you can still carry it against the wall. But if I turn into a wind, you will surely die. ”

"But you are the most afraid of death, the most like a madman. Sometimes I look at your eyes that seem to be undaunted and unflinching, and I always feel as if time is on your side. ”

Geng Huairou raised her eyebrows, at the moment, he looked like a naughty little girl, "So, I don't want to kill you anymore." I don't want to be so lonely in a race against time. ”

I know that you may be better than me in the future, so I refuse to kill you. This shows Geng Huairou's absolute self-confidence and nobility, this kind of self-confidence is something that can be broken, indomitable self-confidence.

Geng Huairou, who never praises others, rarely shows praise for others, in fact, it is a rare lyrical and very important thing for Geng Huairou.

This, in fact, is also when Geng Huairou saw the hero, a kind of sympathy.

"Fuck you! don't give me all this uselessness. ”

But it was a little embarrassing, the simple and rude Mo Xiaohe didn't cherish the more gentle heroic feelings, he was still like a prodigal son, poking his anger, "Which phoenix is from Great Xia? male or female?"

In fact, Mo Xiaohe was just scolding the other party because he was hurt and angry, and Mo Xiaohe only cared about the phoenix, because he always felt that the phoenix would be Zhang Ze.

He was thinking about Zhang Ze a little at the moment, because if Zhang Ze was here, Mo Xiaohe had no doubt that that guy would definitely use his fat body to block in front of him and scold the other party for fucking your mother.

Thinking of Zhang Ze is like remembering your parents who will absolutely believe in you no matter what happens, give up money or even give up their lives to protect you for no reason.

Thinking of him made Mo Xiaohe feel a little warm in his heart.

The noble Geng Huairou is rarely lyrical, but she didn't get a response from the other party, which is actually a very embarrassing thing.

This scene is like a person with an incomparably tender heart, who dares to be affectionate with Jun when he expresses to his lover that he has emanated from the depths of his soul, but he is the same as being replied by the other party.

Because it's embarrassing.

But Geng Huairou didn't seem to feel embarrassed, just looked at Mo Xiaohe quietly.

Because she felt right, it seemed to be that way. It's because of this feeling that she finds it interesting.

Because this is exactly how fearless fanatics behave in the face of such events.

If you don't deliberately, don't pretend, and don't care, it will make people feel that this kind of non-existent cannot be broken.

It's like Mo Xiaohe doesn't care about everything.

And his indifference, not very ignorant does not care. While he didn't care about being afraid, he did some things that no one else did, such as entering the battle to be extraordinary, cultivating his body without cultivating his soul, and Cangsheng's inexplicable steps.

Therefore, Mo Xiaohe easily made Geng Huairou feel that he would continue to do something with this kind of indifference. Like surpassing her.

Only the same kind of people can understand the same kind of people.

It's just a pity.

In the narrow alley, there was still a gust of wind.