In the face of a man and a woman who crushed and destroyed his only hope with his own hands, Mo tears were painful and crazy, and his original doubts about the woman's identity were finally completely covered by his red eyes. What he sees in his eyes is nothing but two enemies, and they have a deep hatred.

The silver-faced man, hurt Xiaomu first, and then snatched the blood lotus, and the bewitching woman who covered her face was fatal, not to mention ruthless, just from the perspective of destroying his blood lotus, Mo Tear should have cut her with a thousand knives.

The ink tears that rushed out no longer left a backhand, and attacked the man and woman like crazy, extremely fast, reckless, like crazy hungry wolves, trying to tear them to pieces.

Chen Du and Mo Huan, who completely had the upper hand, had already formulated tactics, only dodging and not attacking, opening up the distance, trying to delay time, if this continued, they could conclude that in this fight, the other party would definitely die of exhaustion.

The blue and black clothes of the ink tears have long been infected with blood, he is like a demon coming out of the sea of blood, dragging a scrapped arm, with a strange pace, and a vigorous and powerful arm, a crazy attacker, but the other party cooperates extremely tacitly, and he is calm and relaxed in dodging, he does not take advantage of it at all.

A pair of blood-colored pupils flashed a red light in an instant, and the anger rose again, this time without the slightest mercy, and this trick was quietly displayed, and the figures of the two people were swallowed up by the sky-high fire.

His face was still hideous, his eyes were shining through the intense firelight, looking at a man and a woman with white light, standing quietly in the middle of the lake and sea, seemingly unaffected.

Originally, the victory was in his hands, but at this moment the situation was up and down again, he didn't know that in just a few months, Chen Du and Mo Huan survived together in the deep mountains, and they also encountered many strange things.

It is precisely because of these that they have killed the eight-clawed spider, killed the nine-headed rabid dog, and exterminated the Xuanying pomfret...... In addition to their cultivation strength, which has greatly improved, they have also gained some little-known powers, such as the fire inviolability they are exerting at the moment.

Although the Eight Heat Hell in Ink Tear's body was mysterious and vast, it was still a time of his own cultivation, and its true power was difficult to die for, so the true power of the one hundred and eight desolate heavenly fires condensed into the earth fire was even more in his hands, and it had been sealed for a long time.

Chen Du and Mo Huan slowly walked out of the flames expressionlessly, the ruthless woman. Talking and laughing, he said, "This fire is really powerful, if we don't get this spiritual treasure, but a mountain is higher than a mountain, today you are destined to die here, accept your fate." ”

The woman smiled softly, like a ghost and a demon, blooming in the night sky. Her so-called spiritual treasure is a blue stone in her hand, if there is something peculiar, it is too capable of emitting white light to resist fire.

Crazy Ink Tears, what kind of did he say? Rushing up again is another slam blow, no skill, losing his mind, roaring wildly, if eyes and hatred can kill a person, then they have already been torn apart and colorful, and finally turned into powder, Ink Tears did not forget to spit on them twice, hating them to the core.

But obviously. His slam didn't seem to have much effect, think about it, if it was usual, for the two of them to join forces, it would not be Mo Tears' opponents, but at this moment, they didn't live together, Mo Tears was already seriously injured, coupled with grief, angry, he had already lost his mind, and he forgot what he had learned on weekdays, his breath was chaotic, and his strength was already not as good as before, not to mention that the other party was calm and relaxed, and took the initiative, how could there be any reason for defeat?

The furious ink tears, still unrelenting, holding Bai Yuan in his hand, frantically chasing and killing this pair of demon men and women who are difficult to write, seem to have a tendency to immortalize the heart of the Yellow River, and only want to end up with the lives of the two.

This fight, presented a one-sided posture, while calm and unharmed, on the other hand, angry and scarred, and one side thinks rationally and copes freely. One side is mad like a demon, desperate to take their lives. The level of madness, terrifying. Judging from the results, there is always a lot of thunder and little rain.

His eyes were full of red ink tears, and he was slashed by a sword, and he was even more defenseless in front of him, full of leaks, and the silver-faced man saw the right time for a moment, and immediately raised his foot and kicked it.

This kick kicked on Mo Tear's body, and instantly a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and his body rushed backwards, poofing on the ground, mixed with real ice and snow and tumbling rapidly.

Chen Du and Mo Huan had already seen the joy of victory, and when a burst of snowflakes slowly landed, they looked at the man in the distance in surprise, staggering up from the ground, his body had already been stained red by blood, and his face was unrecognizable.

Mo Huan really couldn't imagine why such a bloodthirsty and murderous person would lose his mind like crazy in an instant, why could he still stand up unyieldingly despite being so seriously injured.

But these questions are only fleeting in their hearts, the two sides who are fighting for their lives, even if there are big doubts, it is no longer important, only victory and living is the most important thing, no matter the means, no matter the way, as long as they can kill the demon man, it is their greatest happiness at the moment.

When Mo Tear stood up with difficulty, he almost forgot everything, the only thing he remembered was that he must not let the people with deep hatred leave here alive today, even if he died with them, he would not give up, anyway, the blood golden lotus has been destroyed, Xiao Mu has no skills to return to the sky, thinking that he must at least fight the common enemy in life, even if he regrets death, the hatred will be a little less.

The ink tears once again urged the body that was about to dry up, and the eight hot hells and eight cold hells were running at the same time, swinging out in the morning, and thousands of ice and snow took off their hands and roared up.

Chen Dao hurriedly stepped forward, waved the spear in his hand, and blocked the whistling ice and snow alive, but in the next second, the figure of Mo Tear had arrived, and he suddenly raised his hand and swung his sword to smash it.

Poof! Chen Dao speared forward, trying to block the sword, the sword and the spear collided violently, making a huge roar, not surprisingly, the silver-faced man heard the body and knelt on the ground, and was pressed to the ground alive by the teacher's powerful sword, three feet into the ground.

The frightened Chen Du instantly remembered this scene as if he was familiar, and he was also crushed to the ground by this seemingly unstrong man with a sword at that time, he didn't expect that until now, until this moment, he still can't bear such a big strange force.

If it was before, he would have been able to support himself with no power to fight back, but since he was disfigured by the angry Ink Tears, he was no longer the same person he used to be, and sure enough, as soon as his right hand was released, the spear was deflected, and the white kite slid down, and the Ink Tears also lost its center of gravity and fell forward.

This trick is simple, but it has the effect of four or two thousand catties, but almost at the same time, Chen Du kicked his feet.

On the other side, Mo Huan also saw the opportunity, and slashed horizontally with a sword, hitting Mo Tear's neck.

No matter how you look at it, Mo Tear can't have any chance of surviving under the attack of the two. But with victory in sight, they completely ignored Mo Tear's survival instinct, like this moment of life and death, I don't know how many times it happened to this sad man, but he was very strong and unyielding and survived.

But this time things seem to be different. All the previous things were to escape for his life, but this time he was desperate, he didn't think about dodging in the slightest, and directly at all costs, he was furious and angry, and a touch of fire red covered his body again, and he rose to the sky.

Chen Du fled in a hurry as if he was mourning, but Mo Huan held the blue stone in his hand, not afraid of the flames, and the sword still attacked him like the wind.

Mo Tear instinctively turned his head, the sword wind still left a blood mark on his neck, the masked woman saw a sword piercing, and when she was surprised that he had reacted, she instantly fell and kicked diagonally, and Mo Tear was kicked out again.

The afterglow glanced at the Rakshasa woman again, as red as the sunset pupils, a withered yellow ear of rice was reflected, and in the flames, it instantly turned to ashes.

Ink tears red as blood eyes instantly changed black and sad, this woman's body was like tears, especially the ears of rice that fell off her hands, he was more sure of the other party's identity.

I'm going to give you a gift today, my sister.

What the?

This is your wise and skillful eldest brother, it took three days and three nights to help you weave the rice ear bracelet, what do you think?

It's ugly. No!

Eh, old sister, you don't know the goods, this is your brother spent a lot of effort, ingenious work, others want me not to give it.

Do you give it to someone else? I don't want it anyway.

Don't, don't, old girl, you have to give it a try.

......

In the future, you are not allowed to call me my old sister, and they will call me old.

Okay, okay, little sister, okay, little sister, right?

This series of voices sounded in the depths of Mo Tear's heart, like a different world, like a bell, mourning for a long time.

At this moment, no one can understand his mood, whether sad or happy, sad or angry, in short, he has mixed tastes, and his heart has already been sad, crying and laughing.

Suddenly, he slowly got up on the ground, looked up to the sky and smiled, but the smile was not a smile, it was more like crying and roaring. Wailing.

I want to find my sister Mo Huan who wants to protect, but at this moment, I can hate each other for the enemies of life and death, and my sister destroyed Xiaomu's last hope with her own hands, which... This... , ink tears are dripping blood.

"Murderer, it's time to send you on your way. Mo Huan's piercing and cold voice seemed to be able to freeze all the ice and snow in the sky.

Mo Tear stopped wailing instantly, wiped the blood on his face, and quietly looked at his sister who he hadn't seen for a long time, the person who was very decisive in his mind before

"You want to kill me like that, then hate me so much!" Mo Tear had long since stopped crying, his voice was hoarse, and he screamed like a horse.

"Murderous maniac, everyone shouts to kill. Mo Huan approached slowly and replied coldly.

Mo Tear smiled calmly, and said in a trembling voice, "Mo Huan, his mother Fang Xiaomei, his father Mo Tianzhen, and a naughty mischievous one, etc. Dare to ask the girl, do you know this person?"

Mo Huan was deeply stunned, countless memories flashed in her mind like a slide, and some mysterious secret method sealed her memory.

But at this moment, the memory has been opened.

"Who are you, and why do you know this?" answer me. Mo Huan hurried forward, pointed his sword at the eyebrows of the murderous demon in his own family, and roared.

"Mo Huan, born with a high level of understanding, has secretly followed his father to learn skills since he was a child, and is favored by his parents. It's a pity, it's a pity. The technique you have learned is to kill your eldest brother? But my heart has changed. ”

Heartbroken, Mo Tear said these words extremely blandly, as if he was expounding his opinion as a kind of bystander.

Mo Huan's heart was instantly flustered, at this moment, how could they have the slightest joy of reuniting between brothers and sisters. The eldest brother has changed so much, she felt horrified, when she was in the royal capital, she saw him slaughtering soldiers with her own eyes, crazy as a demon, where would she think that the eldest brother who didn't even dare to kill chickens when he was a child would become what he is now, and what is even more ridiculous is that the murderer in his mind is actually his brother, and he almost killed him.

Just when Mo Huan was in extreme pain and extreme contradictions, Chen Du's figure had arrived, and a spear swept away, and the tears of joy and sorrow were shot out again.

Chen Du wanted to slay the heinous imperial rebel in the past. Can be a second. There was a chill from his neck, and a sword glowing with cold light silently rested on his neck.

Chen Du was just a little stupid, but he was not stupid, and he could even be said to be smarter than ordinary people, and suddenly realized that Mo Huan already knew the truth and was going to be his enemy?

"You, what are you doing, you want to ~ want to kill ~ me" Chen Du still stammered when he spoke, and he couldn't hear any emotion in his voice.

Mo Huan shook his head vigorously, he couldn't cry anymore, he didn't know how to choose. One side is her eldest brother, and the other side is her beloved, how should she give up? I don't dare to think about it.

And Chen Du could have taken Mo Huan by surprise and stabbed Mo Huan to death quietly, meticulously confident in the emperor's will, but he didn't do it, behind the mask, two tear stains had already been left, this was the first time he shed tears, the first time he shed tears for a woman, and the first time he violated the order of the emperor who was both the emperor and his brother.

None of them knew what to do, but they all believed it. The other party will not hurt himself, the Tianji spear in Chen Du's hand slowly slipped from the palm of his hand, and the sword in Mo Huan's hand also trembled and fell to the ground.

And the ink tears that were blown away, I felt that my body sank into Mount Tai, and my vision became more and more blurred. I'm so tired that I just want to fall down and close my eyes and sleep. But the strong will told him that he had to get up, that he had to go back, and that there was a silly girl waiting for him.

He staggered from side to side and dragged his heavy steps, slowly walking towards the way he came, at this moment he had lost the reason to fight again, the other party was his sister, and he ruined his hope with his own hands, but that person was still his sister after all, and he wanted to protect the sister he wanted to love.

He couldn't do anything to her, he didn't want to do anything to her, and he didn't want to see her at the moment, so he chose to flee, dragging his heavy body and walking forward step by step.

In the snow, a series of footprints and a long, long spot of blood were left behind.